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Chapter 25

Although it was his intention to work through the night, Roy found that he could no
more focus at his office then he could at home.�
Hours were spent at the windows, watching�waiting?�or he paced around
his large office.� He noticed almost
right away that Edward had left his parcel and its contents in his office.� He consciously avoided going near his low credenza
filing cabinet behind his desk so he wouldn�t have to look at Edward.� He might have even pretended to work, going
out and looking for some file or that report, searching aimlessly through the
file cabinets without success.

At times he thought that this attitude was strange and
misguided.� Where did these bewildered
feelings come from?� How come he was so
restless now?� Sure, what he had done was
pretty horrible in the intellectual sense, but he�d done far worse to whole
companies.� How was it that over the
course of only a few days, he had fallen to this state?� Over a man?� A younger man?� Was he really that smitten that he couldn�t
stay objective and work towards his goals?�
And he had achieved his goals.�
Edward was going to Paris
and leaving the county�Winry�himself behind.�
He was fine with that.�

Wasn�t he?

But Edward had only taken the ticket, not the money or the
apartment.� The business man in Roy congratulated himself
on saving the family coffers the momentary drain paying off Edward would have
caused and when he tried to envision what Edward must be feeling now he
failed.� He was too cold-hearted to
empathize with others.� He had gone too
long isolating himself from a personal relationship with a lover that he didn�t
think he would be able to understand another well enough to have anything
lasting.� He was too entrenched at being
a CEO to connect with someone like that.��

And sometimes during the night�he berated himself for his
treatment of Edward who at heart was a caring, sweet man, who only wanted to
show his affection and maybe-love to Roy.� He imagined Edward as an older man,
embittered by Roy�s
callous treatment of him, living alone and loveless�hating him.� But even as this image was strong, it didn�t
ring true.� Roy�s understanding of Edward�s character was
that he was forgiving when he was given reason to do so.� No, Edward would be happy with Winry, he knew
that now.� In fact, to that end he was
going to have the other ticket that was sitting on his desk switched into
Winry�s name when Alex came in for the morning.

It was wrong of him to force his sister into a marriage she
didn�t want to be in.� If she wanted to
go off to Paris
to play with Edward, he was going to support that.� He had meddled for too long into her life and
it was time to stop.� Second on his list
of things to do today was to call a meeting with his mother and Maes and tell them
that the merger would no longer be contingent on Winry marrying into the Hughes
family.� If Maes wanted
to pull out after that, well then�

Roy
turned towards his office door when he heard the faint ping of the
elevator.� Good.� That meant that Alex was here and he was
early.� It was only just after
six-thirty.� It was time to get things
rolling, and as he liked to tell his staff often, �time was money�.� Not bothering to wait for Alex to come into
his office with his morning agenda, Roy
snatched up the ticket from his desk and met the large man outside his office
as he was taking off his coat, about to hang it on the coat hanger in the
closet.�

�Alex��
The man in question started and looked over at Roy with wide eyes.� Not bothering with an explanation, he held
out the ticket for Alex to take.� �Change
the name on this to Winry�s and make sure she knows to be packed in time for
the flight.� I also want my mother in my
office as soon as she comes in, and have Maes here too for a meeting about the
merger�tell the lawyers to be there just in case.�

�Yes, sir,� said Alex, taking in ticket from Roy�s hand.� �When is a good time to meet?�

�As soon as they get here�in fact, the sooner the better and
I want to see Pinako when she gets in.�

�Yes, sir.�

Roy
had already retreated into his office and barely heard Alex�s answer.� Now that the day was getting started, he
could focus his energies on his work.�
There was a lot to plan for.� He
could almost hear Maes� angry demands for an explanation when he told him how
the merger was going to finish playing out.�
The chance that the deal would fall through was very high.� That would mean that the site of the new
building would have to be re-tasked and leased, potentially costing him
millions in redesign and delays.� The
project was precariously close to going over budget already.� Well, there was nothing for it.� If, no, when they went over budget, it would
cut into the year end dividends and potentially call his leadership into
question.� Worse case, the board of
directors would vote him out at the next shareholder�s meeting, which just happened
to be only months away.�

�Fine time to grow some morals, Roy,� he mumbled.� Rather then sitting at his desk, he made his
way over to his wet bar and started the coffee machine.� He needed some caffeine to deal with this
mess, and lots of it.� The thought of
food, however, did not appeal to him right now.

--

�How�s it look?� Is it straight?�

�Its fine; stop picking,� whispered Winry, slapping Al�s
hand away for the fifth time.� The man
just couldn�t wear a bowtie without fiddling with it.

�It�s a little tight, though, don�t you think?� asked Al,
pulling at the strap around his neck and pulling a pained face.

�Don�t be a baby, Al,� teased Winry, smiling.� She pulled his arm away and found his hand,
entwining their fingers together.� �We�re
about to get married, so you better behave.�

�Yes, dear,� murmured Al, a wicked leer on his face.� �You know, once we�re married, I think you
should wear an apron.�

�I don�t cook.� Why
would I bother?� wondered Winry.� The
taxi slowed to a stop in front of the municipal building.� Leaning forward, she looked up at the French
renaissance exterior and was happy to note that she didn�t feel the least bit
nervous for what they were about to do.�
For the first time in a long while she was sure of her choices.� She was going to be the one to set things
right�as soon as she discovered just what was going on for sure.� But this was one less step that would get in
their way.� It also had the added benefit
of foiling Al�s parents�or Al�s father�s plans for an extra large wedding.

�I don�t want you to cook, hon,�
murmured Al in aside as he handed the driver the fare.� Winry frowned at Al�s profile, waiting on him
to finish explaining.� Al opened the door
and exited the car.� He held out his hand
for Winry to take and he pulled her out of the car to his side.� �I want you to wear only the apron,� whispered Al directly into her hair beside her
ear.�

�But that would leave��
Winry paused as the full impact of Al�s words settled in her brain and
made her shiver.� She turned in Al�s arms
and smirked at the man.� �Pervert.�

Al grinned like a naughty school boy.� Holding her close, he led the way up the
front steps to City Hall.� �Well, you
know, we are going to be newlyweds.�
Kinky is in.�

Winry snorted a laugh.�
�I like your kinky, hon, but an apron?� I suppose you want it to be a frilly
nightmare and in a horrid polyester-blend pattern that does nothing to bring
out the color in my eyes.�

�You certainly know how to talk dirty, babe,� said Al in a
husky deep voice that went straight to her loins.� She could only shake her head at her
soon-to-be husband as he reached out and pulled the door open for her to
pass.�

�Good morning,� a middle-aged security guard said as they
entered the lobby.� He was mid-way to the
desk in the middle of the room when they entered.� He had paused to view the early arrivals.� �First thing in the morning; we don�t often
get visitors so promptly.� I just
unlocked the door�� I wager�you�re
getting married?� Am I right?�

Winry smiled as Al�s arm pulled her more firmly against his
body.� �Yes, indeed,
sir.� You�d be a great help to us
if you could direct us to the correct office.�
We�re eloping, you see,� said Al.

�Good!� Young people
should be together.� I must say though,
you two are very fine looking people.�
Congratulations to you both!� I
hope this is a good match for you,� the man said.� He waved them down the adjacent hallway with
a wave for Al and a blown kiss for Winry.�

�Well, he seemed like a nice fellow,� said Al, tugging at
his neck tie again.� �I never did like
these monkey suits, though.�

�If I have to wear an apron and nothing else, you can suffer
through wearing a monkey suit, because it might be my kink.� You look fuckable,
dear.�

�Is that right,� murmured Al, smirking and puffing out his
chest slightly.� He was so cute when he
was complemented.�

�Yes, that�s right, now leave it alone,� chided Winry.� �What office do we go to?�

�I don�t know; I didn�t look.� Didn�t you check before I arrived?�

�No, I was scheming.�
I didn�t have time to do something like that.�

�Well, we�ll just have to look at the door names and hope
that helps,� suggested Al.

�Okay�oh, that reminds me; I�m not sure we�ll be able to
have a honeymoon, is that okay?� Alex
called me just before we left.� Things are
moving forward nicely.� Now it just
depends on Roy.�� Winry look over at Al�s profile.� �I might be too busy, but I hope not.�

�Darling, what you plan to do is more generous then I could
have ever hoped of from you.� I knew your
heart was large enough for more then just yourself.�� Al put his arm around her shoulders and drew
her into his side for an affectionate squeeze.�
�I love you,� he murmured, leaning down to place a kiss against her
temple.

�I know you don�t mean to make me sound like a heartless
bitch,� whispered Winry, turning in Al�s arms and stopping them in the middle
of the hallway.� �I�ve been thinking a
lot about my past behavior.� I want to
show everyone that I�m not just a playgirl; I am someone who has compassion for others.� I just haven�t had the inclination to show
anyone.�

�I know.�� Al wrapped
his arms around her, enveloping her with his strong arms.� She felt calm here.� It quieted all the lengthy lists of things
that needed doing before they left this place and headed downtown. �She had been on the phone most of the night,
convincing the lawyers on staff to draw up the papers she wanted.� There had been a lot of confusion and
resistance but in the end they did as she wished.� They were going to meet with everyone soon
and hopefully, hopefully all would be
settled.

--

Edward woke at six-forty-five, staring at the ceiling and
thinking.� His whole trip home had been
an utter failure.� He almost wished that
he hadn�t gone to the World�s but rather stayed in Paris with Russell and Fletcher and just hung
out like normal.� That way, he would
never have to know what Roy�s kisses
felt like, or how those hands felt on his body.�
Now he had to go back to Paris
with his proverbial tail between his legs, and explain why the hell he was
there.�

His intention had been to apply to some schools either
within the state or maybe abroad, in Canada
or Australia.� While he could still do that, he would have
to make his decisions in Paris,
not at home.

Home�� It didn�t even
feel like home anymore.� It felt like he
didn�t belong anywhere.� How could he
feel like he belonged?� His father was
not okay with his sexual orientation and he was not welcomed by the Mustangs�or
Roy, that is.� The only reason he would have wanted to stay
was Patricia but even that wasn�t enough of a reason to stay.�

Ed lifted his swollen hand towards the ceiling, staring at
the split and raw looking knuckles.� He
wished he had punched Roy
instead of the wall.� If he hadn�t of
held back that first punch�he could have most likely broken Roy�s nose.

A gloomy sigh escaped his lips.� No he didn�t.�
He didn�t want to hit Roy,
not really.� Though he was still very
angry for how he had been played.� Roy had seen right though
him and had used that for his advantage.�
He wondered when Roy had figured out that
he was gay, or maybe Roy
had gambled.� Perhaps he�d given himself
away?� He couldn�t remember now if he had
said it directly or not.�

Edward turned onto his side and pulled the comforter up
around his shoulders, his mind stilling for the moment.� His eyes roved around the room, seeming to
impart everything to memory.� He might
never come back here now.� This would be
the last time he would see his room or the things he had grown up with.� They were only things, but they were his things, and he was going to miss
them all the same.�

His da was sure surprised about
him being gay, he thought.� He was
scared�really scared�for his relationship with his da.� They were so close and he depended on him so
much that he was afraid for what this was going to mean for him now.� He was going to try to make things right
before he left or at least close to right so that at least they could work at
making things better.� He hadn�t given
much of a chance to respond last night, but at least he had come clean and told
him about Roy.� Whether that was a good choice or not, at
least he could console himself with the knowledge that he hadn�t hidden
anything else.� ��

There was a soft knocking at his door, making Edward turn
over and blink.� �Yes?�

The door pushed back and his da
poked his face into the crack.� �Son?� May I come
in?�� Edward nodded his assent, shifting
back so that he could sit up against the headboard.� His father entered slowly, closing the door
behind him and sat at the foot of Edward�s bed.

His da sat silently for a moment,
looking at his slippered feet.� Edward could see that he didn�t look rested
at all.� He had dark bags under his tired
eyes and he slumped forward.� Did he stay
up all night?�

�Son�you know that I love you?�

�You do?� questioned Edward.�
It was cruel but he couldn�t help himself.� The question just slipped out without his
meaning to.� But now that it was out
there, he wanted to know�to hear it said aloud.�

�I do,� his da said quietly,
looking him in the eye so that Edward would see the truth in his
statement.�

Edward held his gaze for long moments before he sighed and looked
down at his lap.� �I know.� Sorry�� he mumbled ashamedly.�

�I don�t, however, understand why you would choose a man
over a woman.� There�s no purpose to
being with a man, no result, no
marriage, no children�but�I don�t want to lose you from my life.� As much as I don�t understand, after talking
with Patricia all night, I realize that I can�t stand the thought of you never
talking to me again.�� A warm hand gently
landed on his shin and began to stroke along his leg.�

�I don�t want to lose you either�� So�does this mean we�re good?� Or maybe close to good?� ventured Edward
hopefully.� He glanced at his father in
apprehension.

�Close; with much work and understanding ahead of us�or me,
if you like,� replied his father.� Edward
smiled wanly, not looking forward to the discussions that were to come.� At least he wasn�t cut off entirely.�

�This business with Roy,
though.� I would like to know more about
what he did to you.�� The rare, hard tone
to his father�s voice made Edward look up sharply in shock.� �I would like to have a word with him about
his lack of consideration towards other people�s feelings.�

�Ah�no, that�s okay, da, you don�t
have to do anything.� I handled it
already.�

�Son, you know that you�re too soft to handle these hard
challenges in life, let me help support you��

�No you don�t get it.�
I grew up da.�
I don�t need your help like that anymore�but thanks anyway�for offering.�

His father sighed sadly and just looked at him
appraisingly.� �Are you really leaving
today?� he asked.

�Yes, I have to,� replied Edward, relived that his father
wasn�t going to pursue the issue with Roy
any further.� He didn�t want his father
doing anything foolish that would jeopardize his job here.� �I don�t really belong here anymore.� I�m going to Paris.�
What�s not to love about Paris, right?�plus, I found myself there.� I really feel more at home there then I will
ever feel here.� I just don�t belong
here.�

�I understand,� murmured his father.� A simple silence fell over them, one that
wasn�t burdened with worries or loud thoughts, just quiet and
togetherness.� Edward ran a hand through
his loose hair, smoothing it back away from his face and stared at his father.� Though tired looking, he still had a lot of
vitality for his age and luckily for Edward, all his hair.� He didn�t look like he was almost fifty-two,
and Edward hoped that he looked even half as good as his father at that age.� He had kind, knowledgeable eyes that really
understood things.� He could remember his
da telling him all sorts of stories of the books he�d
read and how one day Edward would be the one to visit all those places.� And now he was going to do just that.� He was no longer burdened with pining after
Winry.� He was truly free from all that
now.�

With a smile, Edward crawled out from under the cover and made
his way towards his da.� Curious, his father watched him until he was
kneeling beside him looking at each other.�
Edward reached out with one hand and then paused, a slight frown marring
his forehead.�

�Is it still okay for hugs?� asked Edward just to be
sure.� He had almost done so without
thought, but at the last moment, he figured that asking in this situation was
required.� For his answer, his father
smiled at him and then enveloped him in his arms, pulling him down against his
chest.� Edward was instantly the
six-year-old boy again being comforted by his father after a hard tumble from a
tree or other such adventure gone wrong.

After a time, his da
pulled away, brushing Edward�s hair back.� �You�re hair has gotten so long.� Are you going to copy me?�

Edward chuckled slightly.�
�And if I was?�� His father
chuckled in return.

�How about I make some breakfast and then I can drive you
over to the airport,� his father suggested.

�Breakfast sounds great, but I think I�ll take a cab, if you
don�t mind.� I would like to do this on
my own.�

�You did grow up,� his father said, almost sadly.� Edward smiled kindly as his father stood and
went to his door.� �Come out in fifteen.�

�Sure,� said Edward as the door closed.

--

Patricia stood back as she watched Edward say his goodbyes
to the staff.� Mei Chang cried and talked
over everyone whether or not someone listened to her.� Fu shook Edward�s hand and then bowed over
their clasped hands, murmured something that made Edward go red and then bowed
again before backing away to let the next person say their goodbye.� She was so proud of Edward�s ability to
endear people to himself.� He had grown
into a fine man and she knew that no matter what happened to him now, he would
find a way to come out on top.�

A fond smile spread across her face as Edward lifted his
case up and stowed it in the trunk of the cab.�
Poor Hohenheim; he had kept her up all night just talking about how much
he had loved Edward and wondering what he should do now.� It had taken a long time for her to get him
to realize that nothing had changed other then that Edward was leaving sooner
then expected. �She had to constantly
remind him that Edward always planned on studying away from home.�

�Why won�t he let me drive him,� whined Hohenheim as he
stepped up to her shoulder.�

�He�s a man now, Hohenheim, let him do as he pleases,� she
admonished.� Patricia crossed her arms
under her breasts and watched Edward fondly.�
�I�m so happy that you shared Edward with me.� I never got to have one of my own, but with
that sweet boy, I felt as if I was his mother.�

�He begged me to let you be his mother, you know.� Every night when I tucked him into bed, he�d
ask�� I almost wish I had followed my
son�s suggestion.� I would have realized
so much sooner how I feel about you, but I got complacent.�

�I don�t know what to say to that,� Patricia admitted.� She did care for Hohenheim, of course, but
she wanted to make him dangle a little for being so dense for so long.�

�Hm,� grunted Hohenheim.�
�I�m glad I said my goodbyes inside or else I wouldn�t have had the
chance.� Do you think Mei Chang will ever
let go of his arm?�

�Oh, that girl!� I swear, I don�t know what I�m going to do
with her,� said Patricia, watching Mei Chang make a fool out of herself.� Edward was trying to be nice, she saw, but he
looked like he was thinking about putting a hand to her face and just pushing
her away.

In silence, they watched the flustered Edward extract
himself from Mei Chang�s hold, giving her a slight but forceful push on her
shoulder before moving towards the car.�

�Marry me,� Hohenheim said.

Patricia looked side long at the man beside her and clicked
her tongue.� �Nonsense.�

�Marry me, please.� If not for love, then how about money.�

�Stop that,� said Patricia, frowning now.� Hidden under her crossed arms, her fist
clenched.� She didn�t glance at Hohenheim
while he was no doubt looking at her.� �I
suppose you�re going to say that you have a million dollars and you want to
whisk me away to some remote island��

�Actually, it�s something like two point five million��

�What�� gasped
Patricia, her arms falling to her side.�
She turned and looked up into Hohenheim�s face, but he was watching his
son.�

�I think I�ll give half to Edward once he�s settled back in
Paris, but the rest��
He looked down finally and gazed into her eyes.� �The rest will be for us.� Say you�ll marry me, Patricia.�

�How on Earth did you get all that money?�

�Mrs. Mustang never did close the divider between us all
those years, and�Roy�didn�t
either.� When they bought, I bought, when
they sold, I sold.� I started out slowly;
only a little bit invested here and there, but over fifteen years, it added
up.�

�And you never told any of us?� You never shared any of that knowledge.� Why?�

�I don�t know, really.�
I just started following their buying and selling, more out of curiosity
then looking for a profit.� But then when
I started really making money�I didn�t know how to say anything.� And now, Edward will no longer be considered
�help�.� He�ll have his own small fortune
that he can do with as he likes�though, I hope that he invests at least some of
it�but, I�m sure my son will be wise enough to realize that.�

�So, now you�re okay with Edward being gay?� asked
Patricia.� She was still reeling
internally from the news that Hohenheim was very wealthy.

�Well, not okay
but �okay�, as the kids say these days.�
It�ll take some adjustment but I hope very much that it will be
okay.�� Hohenheim lifted his hand and
waved at the cab.� Patricia looked
towards Edward and numbly waved goodbye as well.� Edward smiled and blew her a kiss before
sitting in the car.� The door closed with
a slam and he was gone.

�Patricia�?�

Patricia blinked and let her hands fall back to her
side.� With a sigh, she said, �Let�s go
have some tea before you take Mrs. Mustang to the city.�� This was going to another long conversation
but one that would work in her favor�and Hohenheim�s.�

--To Be Continued�

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