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After the Fall: Chapter 4 (Roy x Ed)

Title: After the Fall, Chapter 4
Author: SeaweedOtter
Beta: none
Characters: Roy x Ed and some implied Roy x Hughes...
Rating: R to NC-17 overall for language and nudity- PG this chapter for a couple of bad words.

Warnings: The story changes the continuity just a little bit from when it takes place at the end of episode 25 in the TV series. It takes place after Hughes' death but before Ed, Al, and Winry take the train to Rush Valley.

Summary: After the funeral for Maes Hughes, Roy was feeling rather... vulnerable.
Copyrights: The characters obviously belong to thier creators, not me.

Read all the parts of the story so far HERE!

His hair still wet and plastered to his rounded head, the colonel was already sitting in a plush green upholstered chair close to the fire, in dry clothes, which happened to be another set of his blue pants and blue officer's jacket. Although he was fully dressed, he felt strangly naked without his trademark gloves on. He knew that he would always be safe in his own house, but as a habit, he still tended to wear those gloves around almost everywhere. It gave him a sense of control and safety. two feelings he always liked to have.

The fire was crackling in the living room, casting a strange radiant red glow around the room. When Roy had snapped his fingers to set the dry tinder alight and saw the deep red glow, and the sudden blast of heat coming from the dry timber his mind flashed some rather disturbing memories. The faces of all those Ishbalen- with just a snap of his fingers he had extinguished them all. He shivered, suddenly feeling very cold, despite the fire.

Eagerly he reached for a small wood table with several bottles on it. He chose the strongest scotch that he had, not even bothering to put ice in the glass, and with a very shaky hand, poured about as much onto the tabletop as he did into the glass. He filled it untill it splashed against the rim, and and equally shaky hand brought it to his mouth.

After a few sips, his hand steadied a bit. The thoughts slowly faded from his troubled mind, and his breath, which had been ragged and short, returned to its regular pattern. For a little while, he just stared blankly into the fire, his mind thinking about everything and nothing all at once. A sudden noise awoke him from his daydreaming. He squinted into the darkness at the door to the side when he heard the dull creak of the door. 'I need to get that damn thing oiled!' He cursed himself as it awoke him from his deep thoughts.

"You need to get that door oiled, Colonel." Fullmetal said, loud enough for Roy to hear across the room. Ed had that damn smirk on his face again as he said it, Roy noticed. 'One day someone is gonna wanna wash that smug look off his face, and I want to be there' the Flame Alchemist thought.

"Yeah, thanks, Fullmetal." Roy answered rather distractedly with a dismissive wave of his hand. As Ed came out of the darkened doorway into the flickering light of the living room, Roy saw that he had chosen one of his white dress shirts and black pants. That was fine, except that Ed, being much smaller than Roy, barely fit into them. The well wrinkled shirt hung low, almost to his knees, and the sleeves went a couple of inches past his hands. The pants were held up at an odd angle, and he was desperatly using his automail hand to try to keep the material around his waist. The pants were even longer on Ed than they would be normally. Roy, being rather leggy, had to have the hem a bit longer than usual, and that caused Ed to keep tripping on all the extra material that clung around his legs. It was a very comical site, and for the second time today, Ed made Roy smile, even chuckle a bit at the rather humerous little alchemist.

Halfway across the room, Ed stopped concentrating on trying to keep the pants up, and looked up at the colonel. He stopped with a clank of his automail leg, cocking his head to the side a bit, like a confused puppy at the chuckling colonel. Roy was no longer chuckling, but laughing outright. Ed tried to stumble forward for a few more steps, then he figured out why the Flame Alchemist found him so funny. His borrowed pants had fallen, giving Roy a decent look at the still damp underclothes that Ed had on underneath. They left pretty much nothing to the imagination, the dampness made them cling to his legs, showing every curve of his legs and the parts between.

Ed had never felt so embrassed! His cheeks flushed a hot, deep red as he looked down in horror at the pants pooling around his ankles. He tried to bend over quickly to pull them up, but it was too fast, he got lightheaded and dizzy and only managed to make it worse by losing his balance and falling over. He tried to grab for something to hold onto, but there was nothing close by, and his arm flailed wildly in the air, swimming towards nothing. He fell at an awkward diagonal, his head hitting the corner of a table that he hadnt noticed before. Before his head hit the carpet below, he was already blacking out, while barely being able to make out the colonel yelling "ED!" at the top of his lungs.
Tags: after the fall, edward elric, fan fiction, fullmetal alchemist, multi-chapter fic, roy mustang, roy x ed

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