First Day, X Rays

Author: MoonStarDutchess

Part 6: So This is Love

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist and gain no profit from this fanfiction. However, I do own my idea (and OC's if any are present) so no touching those without permission.

AN: It's 7:36 in the morning and I figured I'd post this final chapter before my online class starts (7:45). I hope you enjoy it. I also apologize for the formatting that might be messed up. I couldn't get it fixed the way I wanted it. I fixed it in word but then it messed up in the quick edit feature on here. Then when I tried to fix it in quick edit, as soon as I saved it just went back to weirdness.

So This is Love

Riza woke up when she felt Roy's arms tighten around her waist, making her slightly uncomfortable. She opened her eyes and managed to view the clock on the wall, the dim light from the nightlight barely illuminating the timepiece. She couldn't make out the numbers, but by judging the hands on the clock, she concluded that it was one in the morning.

It was eerily quite. The occasional sound of a night-shift nurses cart going by in the hallway was the only sound breaking up the monotonous silence. For a moment, she felt like she was in a morgue rather than a hospital. The light radiating from the nearby plug created the same sorrowful orange burn that the lamps at a funeral parlor produced.

Before her thoughts could take her further down the morbid hallway in her mind, a whimper from Roy brought her back to reality. She turned in his embrace to stare at his face. His eyebrows were scrunched together, forming tight furrows and creases in the middle of the small lines of hair. He was biting his lip as if in pain and there was a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

She placed her hand on the uninjured side of his face and began stroking it, along his eye patch and down his cheek. The more attentions that she gave to his face, the more it relaxed.

"It's okay Roy. You are just dreaming," she whispered, her voice still coming out in a high-pitched, nerdy tone. She cringed and doubted that Roy would find it particularly soothing.

"No. . . Not that . . . Keep em he said, then whimpered. "Riza, not those. Run."

Riza scooted closer to him and kissed his cheek. "Shush, I'm here. Whatever it is can't hurt me. I'm right here . . . in your arms. You'll protect me from them right?"

His grip round her tightened and she found herself pulled against him. "Yes, I'll protect wife." He muttered.

Riza had to restrain herself from jumping up and waking him. Wife? Did he really consider that she could be his future wife? He mentioned children with her but she'd figured it was just a random line he was spouting. That he wouldn't bring it up again. She sighed and scolded herself as soon as the thought crossed her mind. There was no way he would choose someone like her for such permanence. Marriage and children were important things for the fuehrer and he needed someone far more suitable for parties and other events. She was stupid for thinking that his affections would be anything long lasting.

"I love you," he groaned and pulled her even tighter against him. His body relaxed and she waited a few minutes for more words to come. Fortunately, all remained silent. She smiled and kissed his cheek again, before closing her eyes and cuddling closer.

"I love you too, Sir," she whispered before falling asleep soon after.

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Riza stirred when she felt someone stroking her forehead gently. She wrapped her arms around something warm and decided she wouldn't wake for a while longer. She was too comfortable and felt protected for the first time in her life instead of being the protector.

A smooth, familiar chuckle sounded and she slowly opened her eyes. Roy was holding her against his chest and the back of the bed was propped up at a slight angle, something she didn't feel happening. Her arms were holding him like a child would hold a stuffed animal they were sleeping with. She looked up at him to see that beautiful, teasing grin.

Her cheeks turned red; she sat up and looked away from him. "Good . . . good morning Sir."

He reached around and pulled her face back toward him, his grin still present on his lips. "You look beautiful when you're sleeping as well as awake." The blush on her face deepened in tone. "You are cute when you blush too." She felt weird at hearing compliments but she found herself enjoying them. "Good morning," he said, finally returning her greeting.

He leaned in and brushed her lips gently with his. She smiled when he pulled away and he leaned in to kiss her again, but the door to the room opened and a cart of food came through. Riza narrowed her eyes when she saw that the nurse from yesterday, the balloon-breasted one, was the one that was pushing it.

The nurse looked toward them and paled as she saw Riza's hazel glare attempting to burn mental injuries into her. She laughed nervously as she pushed further into the room before slowly making her way to the exit. "I . . . I'll . . . just leave your breakfast here." Then, with another nervous laugh, she left quickly through the door, it swinging shut with a loud bang.

"I love it when you do that to people," Roy said, then released a loud yawn. Riza swung her legs over the side of the bed and Roy grabbed her arm. "I'll get it."

Roy stood and walked to the cart. He wheeled it over to sit in front of Riza and sat down beside her on the bed. Riza pulled her tray closer to her and stared down at the contents for a moment before she began eating.

"This is nice," Roy said.

"Hum?"

"I always wanted to have breakfast with you. Too bad it had to be in the hospital."

She smiled and picked up her coffee. Taking a small sip, she nearly gagged at the horrible bitter taste and quickly put it back down on the tray. She shuddered and wondered if may be the nurse put poison or some other substance in it. She jumped and looked toward Roy when he began coughing, the coffee in the cup splashing in his now empty breakfast tray. He sat it down and squinched his face, only to groan at a pain that shot through his nose.

"That coffee tastes like it was made from swamp water that a dead carcass floated in."

Riza covered her mouth and giggled. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at her suspiciously. "Okay, I let it go last night since we were tired but now I want to know why you aren't talking."

She shook her head and grabbed the small carton of milk on the tray. She took a sip and was relieved that it tasted normal. She handed it to him, it being the only carton on the tray. If he kissed her, he could certainly drink after her. He took the milk and drank a bit before handing it back to her. "Stop trying to avoid the subject."

Riza shrugged and took another sip of the milk before sitting it on the cart. Roy scooted closer to her, causing her to scoot further back onto the bed. "Why aren't you talking Riza? Am I going to have to make you talk? Huh?"

She found herself backed against the bed and screeching when Roy's hands came to her sides and began tickling her. "Stop!" she yelled, her voice creaking. She quickly covered her hands with her mouth.

Roy stopped and tilted his head to the right as he looked at her. "So that's why? Because your voice sounds like that?"

"Yes," she said in a whisper as she moved her hands away from her mouth, giving up on her vocal concealment.

"You were embarrassed?"

"I sound like a child," she said.

"Actually, you sound like a little chirpy mouse," he said.

"Mice don't chirp."

"So, a chirpy bird then," he said.

Riza muttered then sighed. "Anyway, now that I've come clean on why I wouldn't talk, its time for you to answer a question I have."

"Sure, what is it?"

"What were you dreaming about last night?"

"Dreaming?"

"Yes, you were talking in your sleep. It woke me up at one in the morning," she said.

Roy raised a hand to his chin and thought a moment, trying to remember any dreams he had the previous night. A blush crossed his cheeks. "Oh, that? Ah, it's not important."

"Oh, no! You are blushing. Now you have to tell me," she said.

"Promise you won't laugh at me?"

"No."

Roy frowned but continued despite her unwillingness to refrain from laughing at him.

"I was dreaming about waterspouts," he said.

Riza turned away, actually trying not to laugh, but a chuckle escaped her mouth. She regretted it because her nose twitched and a pain shot through it. Her chuckle turned into a moan of pain.

"Hurt's doesn't it?" he asked.

"Stupid nose," she muttered. Roy crawled further on the bed and pulled her against him. Riza stared down at her lap. Roy was being very possessive and affectionate, but she had to wonder if it would lead anywhere. She thought of it last night when he was dreaming: when she was the one he thought of while he was at rest. It made her happy that he might love her, but she really didn't want to give herself any false hopes.

"Sir?" She took a deep breath.

"Roy," he said.

"What?"

"Call me Roy," he said. "I thought I told you a long time ago that outside of the office you don't have to call me Sir."

"But."

"Roy," he said, turning her face to look up at him. "It's a one syllable name and very easy to say. Even with a squeaky voice."

She elbowed him gently and shook her head. "For that, I'm just calling you Sir for the rest of our lives."

"Well, I can't think of a better place to be called my rank," he said with a tone that told her a tease was coming. She knew she could either prompt him to continue, or ignore him so that he wouldn't get to that part. She decided to do the former, just for her own curiosities sake.

"What do you mean?"

"Calling me by my rank when we are in bed is rather appealing," he said.

Riza's mouth dropped for a moment in shock before she forced it to close. "Sir!"

"Hey, I do like that," he said.

"Roy!"

"That's good too."

She huffed and turned away, just as the door creaked open and the nurse stuck her head into the room.

"We're done," Riza said. "You can take the trays." Roy pulled her against him again and she snuggled closer, doing it just to get on the nurses nerves. She could tell by the twitch of the woman's eyebrow that it was working. She didn't look at Roy, knowing that he was smirking at her.

Riza's eyes met that of the nurse's, sending violent waves of emotions toward the woman and vanquishing any thoughts of revenge she might contemplate. The nurse chuckled nervously for what seemed like the millionth time since she'd been in contact with the two, and quickly left the room.

Riza started to sit up when Roy's hand tightened on her shoulder and pulled her back against the pillow. She turned her head toward him and looked at him questioningly. "What are you doing?"

"Were you only getting close to annoy the nurse?" he questioned.

Riza nodded.

"So you don't want to be close to me?"

"What am I? You are saying all these sweet things but. . . Do you mean them?"

"What?" he said, the shock displaying perfectly on his injured face.

"Having children with me, like you said upstairs. The comments about this bed. What you said during your dream."

"What do you mean what I said during my dream?"

She stared into his eyes. "You said you loved me. That you wanted to protect . . . your wife."

She expected him to pull away or to instant deny that he meant the words. Instead, he smirked and spoke. "I'm going to kiss you."

"We both have splints on our nose. It might hurt."

"I kissed you before," he said, and lowered his lips closer and closer to hers, "Besides, the pain is worth it." He brushed her lips gently. "No pain?"

"None," she whispered and his lips found hers again. She leaned further back against the pillows as he moved to straddle her legs. His lips never left hers as his hands began trailing down her body, causing her to arch back as they touched her breasts. She moaned and suddenly realized where they were. Her eyes opened and she pushed him away . . . a bit too hard. He tumbled off the bed and onto the floor.

"Roy!" Riza crawled toward the foot of the bed where he fell off and looked over to see him laying on the floor, flat on his back. "Damn! I'm sorry!" she started to get off the bed when her foot tangled in the thin sheet. She tried to kick it off and cursed when she couldn't do so. She reached down to the fabric to give a tug and the entire sheet emerged from the bed, causing her to fall atop Roy, her knee hitting him in the groin.

When a bloodcurdling yell came from the man, she quickly sat up. She straddled his body and slowly helped him sit straight. He rested his head against her shoulder and groaned. "Why'd you do that?"

"I'm sorry. We got a bit carried away and we forgot where we were and I pushed too hard and damn I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that and just shut up," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Fate just has it in for us lately. I won't let it keep me from telling you what I want to. All the stuff I said here in the hospital. I meant everything. Even in the dream. "

"Wha . . . really?"

"Riza, I was hiding behind the door in the office because I wanted to tell you that I lo--"

The door suddenly opened, and a bunch of nurses and the doctor rushed inside. "Fuehrer sir! Are you all rig…?" The doctor trailed off when Roy slowly turned around to look at him. His eyes narrowed and his facial features were those of a man facing his worst enemy.

"I don't care if I am in the worst pain that can possibly come to a human being. I don't

care if my testicles are the size of basketballs. If one more person interrupts me trying to

tell this woman how much I love her, I am going to maim them," Roy growled. The medical

staff rushed out of the room leaving a fuming, in pain Roy, and a surprise coated Riza.

"You love me?" she whispered in question as he turned back to look at her.

"You should know that I do," he said. "I try to show you all of the time. I tried to confess in the office but all the accidents ended up happening."

"You love me…but…"

"But you don't love me right?" he questioned, his face faltering.

Riza cupped his face with her hands and shook her head. "I love you very much." She then kissed him roughly, their noses hitting together.

"Ouch!"