I Need You

Ed thanked his lucky stars that Mustang had taken his car to the cemetery. He himself had walked from his hotel, since it wasn’t far, but Ed didn’t know how far Roy’s house would be and he really wasn’t in the mood to get soaked. He managed to get the raven-haired man piled into the passenger seat of the black two-door before he climbed in and set them off down the street.

Roy grudgingly gave him slurred directions when prompted, but otherwise the ride was silent. The wine was gone nearly half way to the house, and Roy seemed surprised every time he tried to drink from the empty bottle.

At long last they pulled up to the gate just as the sun was sinking beneath the horizon.

Ed spared a glance to the sky as he moved to Roy’s door, noting that they were probably going to miss the rain by mere minutes. He gave a sigh of relief and focused on getting Mustang from the car to the porch.

Ed struggled to get the stumbling officer up the last few steps to the rather large estate, but they eventually made it to the door in one piece. Ed looked over at the raven-haired man leaning on him, wondering if Roy would be coherent enough to find his keys.

“General,” he started, giving the man a little push. “We’re here… where are your keys?”

“Huh?” a bleary, dark eye tried in vain to focus on the blonde alchemist holding him up.

“Keys, Mustang? Where are your keys?” Ed asked again. He saw the question click before Roy started patting himself down sloppily with one hand.

“In ma pock-ed…” came the slurred reply, clumsy hand still searching. Ed sighed as he realized that this way they would be stuck out on the cold porch for a good twenty minutes. Ed was going to have to find them himself. He didn’t know why, but that thought made him blush.

“Hold on… I’ll find ‘em,” Ed growled, maneuvering Roy so that he could search the man’s pockets. For some reason, the inebriated General found this amusing as Ed heard him snickering over his head.

“What the hell are you giggling at, Mustang?” the blonde demanded, finally finding the offensive keys in Roy’s left pants pocket. Roy snickered again, one arm currently around Ed’s neck as his head was propped on the younger man’s shoulder. Ed was reaching around him to try and open the door while looking over the general’s shoulder. He gave Roy a hard prod in the ribs, trying to get the man to stop laughing.

“Answer me, you drunkard… what the hell’s so funny?” Ed finally managed to find which key fit and was trying to get Roy to stop laying half on him long enough to get them through the door.

However, just at that moment, Roy’s other arm wrapped around Ed’s waist, crushing the young alchemist against his chest, his nose buried in golden locks.

“You… at my house… with me…” was the only answer Ed received. His eyebrows furrowed, trying to decipher what exactly Roy meant, and trying to ignore the effect Roy’s proximity was having on his body.

“You’re drunk,” Ed growled; face burning as he shoved the General back enough to push him through the door. That earned him another chuckle.

“Damn straight!” Roy announced proudly, nearly causing them both to face plant on the entryway floor.

“Damn it! Stay on your own feet, Bastard!” Ed barked. “You start falling and I’m dropping you!”

He didn’t receive an answer except for another drunken chuckle and Ed started hauling the officer towards the stairs. Ed had never seen Roy’s house before… at least not from the inside. The place was huge! There had to be at least two living rooms down stairs and probably around four bathrooms total. Apparently Roy had made a lot more then Ed had ever thought.

The blonde turned his attention back to the stumbling officer, doing his best to herd him up the stairs while preventing them both from falling backwards down them. At long last Ed had Roy somewhat stabilized, using his shoulder to support him, and they came to a hallway of at least six doors. Ed sighed. He had no idea which room Roy’s would be and he really would rather just dump the man on the floor and head back to his hotel. Though, somehow, Edward just couldn’t bring himself to leave Roy passed out at the top of his stairs and prodded the General in the ribs again, an action which earned him a half-hearted grunt of disapproval.

“Oi! Where’s your room, Bastard?” he growled.

“Third one… that way…” Roy answered after a moment, blearily pointing towards their left. Ed grunted in understanding and started steering Mustang towards the room.

Ed wasn’t sure exactly what he’d been expecting, but when the door swung open, he was surprised. There was little furniture in the sizable room. Nothing more than a desk and chair occupied the far wall while a simple dresser stood in a space to the left. Two doors were set into the left wall, one open and showing a spacious bathroom, the other one Ed assumed was a closet. Then there was the bed, a monster of a thing that could easily fit six people, ten if everyone snuggled.

And it was clean. Edward couldn’t quite figure out why he’d expected the room to be a mess, but it was almost obsessively clean. So much so that Ed was slightly self conscious of how ragged his clothing was as he moved about, hauling the General to the bed.

At long last, Ed managed to get Roy laid out flat on his king-sized bed, now without the uniform jacket, belt, or his boots. That was as ‘undressed’ as Roy was going to get for bed since Ed was not going to strip him and Roy was practically unconscious.

“You’re going to have a fucking fantastic hangover in the morning,” Ed spat, tucking a pillow under Roy’s head. “Moron.”

“That’s General Moron…” came the half-mumbled reply with a sloppy grin. Ed rolled his eyes and stood.

“Yeah, yeah General Jackass,” he quipped. “good luck sleeping off that much alchohol.”

Ed turned to leave, suppressing a grin at his ex-superior officer’s behavior, but was stopped by rather insistent grip on his human hand. The blonde startled and turned to find Roy clinging onto his arm with what he almost would’ve described as a terrified look on his face. Roy was nearly falling off of the bed from his scramble to catch the blonde.

And just when Ed thought nothing else the General could do would surprise him more, the man spoke.

“Wait! Wait… please,” Roy’s voice had lost all cockiness and left the man sounding broken and desperate. “Please, Ed… don’t go.”

Startled gold locked onto desperate black as Roy’s voice nearly broke.

“Don’t leave me alone…”



Kuragari:I hope you liked this one.

Amethyst eyed-koneko: I had to do the flip flop of Roy depending on Ed, it was too good to pass. that was my least favorite part as well, I wanted Ed to stay in Amestris soooo badly… hence this fic. Lol, glad you like it so far, hope to hear from you on this one too!

Nocka: good to hear you think their in character and as you can see I have continued it… there is another chapter coming as well. Hope you like!