The Pen is Mightier! (penismightier) wrote in chaotic_library, @ 2010-01-08 13:10:00 |
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[Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye; G] Rest Easy
Character/Series: Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye; Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: G
Notes: Written for 31_days Jan 8th theme; we know but in part
Title: Rest Easy
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 464
Summary: Riza made it her job to worry.
Riza made it her job to worry. She worried about security, she worried about paperwork and the colonel's tendency to put it off. She worried about secrecy and maintaining the various ruses in their lives.
Now she was starting to worry for the colonel's health and well-being.
Not knowing what it was that General Hughes had known that had gotten him killed was now killing Roy. It was like a little bug in his ear, eating away slowly at his sanity, taunting him that for all he did know, there was so much more he didn't.
Riza was becoming concerned at the number of hours he was putting in down in records, looking through everything that Hughes might've looked through at one point, trying to find what the giveaway had been.
"Sir?"
Roy looked up at her from the records he was looking through, looking all the world like someone ran over him with a truck. He had dark circles under his eyes, and he didn't look like he'd shaved that morning. Riza wondered if he'd bothered to go home the night before.
"Sir, I believe you should take a break and go home," she said. "These records will still be here later."
That wasn't necessarily true and they both knew it, and Riza worried that fact may win out over her argument for him to go home and rest.
Roy ran his hand over his face tiredly. "What do you think it was, Lieutenant?" he asked, not entirely off-topic.
"I don't know, sir," she admitted. "I wish I did." For a lot of reasons, but at that moment, mostly so she could make him go get some damn rest. She stepped into the room, crouching down and carefully starting to stack the records scattered around him. "But trying to find the answer without proper rest creates the possibility that you may look right over it," she pointed out.
Roy didn't look up at her from the record in his hand, almost as if he didn't hear her, and she wondered if he hadn't somehow tuned her out, by accident from fatigue or on purpose, she couldn't tell.
Finally he set the papers down. "You're right, of course," he said. "I suppose I could stand a shower, while I'm at it."
Her lips twitched slightly, but she kept the smile from her face. "I hadn't noticed, sir."
Somehow, the look he gave her told her he didn't really buy that. "I think I'll take one anyway," he said dryly, standing up. "Can I entrust this mess to you, Lieutenant?"
"Of course, sir," she said as she stood up with him.
He smiled, waving. "Good night, Lieutenant. Or morning, whichever it is."
"Good morning, sir," she said. "Rest well."