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Yay!� Yaoi_girl69 came back!� I missed you, hon!

This is my new favorite chapter.� It practically wrote itself and it�s so funny
to me.� I hope you all enjoy it half as
much as I did.

Chapter 26

�Roy, what�s the meaning of
all this?� asked Pinako as she hurried into Roy�s office.�
�Alex says you want some sort of meeting?�

Roy
looked up from his desktop and quickly glanced at his mother before giving his
attentions to the two lawyers seated before him.� �Be with you in a moment, mother,� replied Roy absently.� He began searching through the papers on his
desk in a frantic, distracted manner.�
�And I want you do draw up the papers that will absolve the company from
having to pay any more �financial rewards� unless he ponies up something in
return, got that?�� Roy glanced at the two men seated in front of
him to catch their nod and then he went back to rifling through the papers,
waving one hand negligently in dismissal.

�Yes, mother, what can I do for you?� asked Roy, glancing once more at his mother.

�You called a meeting,� reply Pinako dryly, arching an
eyebrow at him.�

�That�s not until Hughes gets here�where the hell is that
paper,� growled Roy,
now going through his desk drawer in his search.�

�Are you all right?� Pinako asked, moving to stand in front
of his desk and eying him suspiciously.

�I�m fine�Alex,� barked Roy, jamming his finger on the intercom
button.� �Is the third quarter report out
there with you?�� He continued to rummage
through his desk and then his desktop as he listened for his assistant�s reply.

�No sir, did you want
me to print you another copy?� Alex asked.

�Ah!� Found it!�� Roy
jabbed the intercom cutting Alex off without another word and he fell back into
his chair with a fwump and began to review the
numbers it contained.� Sticking out his
tongue, Roy
highlighted a few points to go over with the accountants later when he had
time.� Maybe he should have Alex schedule
that or else he�d never remember or get the time to do it on the fly.

�Roy�are you feeling alright?�

�Hmm?� Oh, mother,
what are you doing here?� The meeting�s
not until Maes gets here.� Come back
then.�� Roy waved his mother away and flipped to the
second page.� He heard the door to his
office open a moment later and then the rise and fall of voices as his door
closed again.� With his office now empty,
Roy turned
towards his credenza cabinet behind him where his eyes caught sight of the
trophy and photo Edward had left in his office.�

He couldn�t quite see the contents of the photo from where
it had ended up, facing the room, but Roy knew that if he just stood from his
chair and walked but two steps he�d be looking at Edward mid-jump with that
wonderfully dynamic sword flashing and be lost.�
But to not look at it was like a slow burning acid eating away at the
back of his mind.� He knew it was there
and that it was calling for him to touch it, hold it, stare at it; he wanted to
memorize Edward�s look of serene concentration and the way the lights made his
hair shine.� It was only because he had
such a strong will that he was still seated firmly in his chair.� He definitely couldn�t go near it.

--

By the time Maes arrived at one, Roy had achieved some measure of control over
himself, even getting some substantial work done and off to other desks to
disseminate around the office.� He was
grateful that he could get this meeting started and out of the way.� He�d at least know how to position the
company and make plans for the very likely expensive hit to the bottom line he
was about to get tagged with.

Maes was sitting at one of his chairs at his conference
table, talking lowly with his wife who had come along with him.� They were now waiting on the lawyers and his
mother to make their appearance.� Normally,
Roy would have
been chatting with Maes and Gracia trying to make them feel welcome and
soliciting their favor, but he didn�t have the will to play those games today.� So he was sitting sullenly at his desk,
picking away at some numbers on his computer and waiting to lay out all his
plans and finally be rid of this ugly chapter in his life.

He could sense the looks he was getting from the conference
table and didn�t care to acknowledge them in away way.� He was done playing to Maes�s tune and he was
done playing.� It was all business from here on out and it
was almost time for Edward and Winry�s flight to be taking off.� He wished them the best of luck for their new
life together.� With them gone, there
could be no way that Maes would try to drag her back.� ��

�Okay, Roy,
we�re here,� Pinako said, pushing the door open for the two lawyers that
followed her in.�

�Good,� said Roy,
standing and flicking his pen amongst the papers.� �Maes, Gracia, mother�� Roy
walked towards the table, motioning his mother and the lawyers forward.� Once they were seated, and Roy stood at the head of the table, he
began.� �I�m calling this meeting to
inform you that the merger is off.�

�What�!� growled Maes, rising from his chair in shock.

�Roy!�
admonished Pinako, looking scandalized.

�What�s the meaning of this, Mustang?� I think you owe me an explanation.�� Maes stood from his seat and leaned across
the table, planting one hand against the table top and pointing a finger at Roy�s chest with the
other.�

�I�ve decided that basing this partnership on a wedding
isn�t in the company�s best interests and have taken steps to absolve the
current merger proceedings to date and if you would sign these papers�� Roy motioned to the lawyers who were already
pulling fat stacks of paper from their cases and sliding it across to Maes with
a pen on top.� �We can move quickly and
efficiently.�

�What the hell, Roy!� What brought this on?� asked Maes, throwing
his hand up in confusion.

�Dear!� Language,�
scolded Gracia.�

�Sorry,� Maes murmured.�
�Was it because I teased you too much?�
You know, if you didn�t give me those bathrooms, I wouldn�t have really
have pulled out of this merger.�

�Roy,
I think an explanation is in order,� Pinako demanded.� Roy
turned his attentions to her, seeing utter incomprehension on her face.� �Perhaps you are feeling unwell�?

�I�m fine, mother.� If
you would just sign, Maes,� said Roy,
turning back to Maes with an expectant look.�

�Was it because I kept calling?� You know I couldn�t help myself there either.� You act so cold that I couldn�t help but try
to push your buttons,� said Maes.� Roy clenched his molars
tight.� He hadn�t gotten the sense that
any of Maes�s bullying was anything but serious and he didn�t buy this half-assed
explanation.�

�Roy,
you really should explain.� This is so
sudden,� Pinako said, looking like she might jump out of her seat and check for
fever any moment.

�I�ve said I�m fine, Pinako.�
Drop it,� snapped Roy.� His mother raised an eyebrow at him and he
turned away and looked expectantly at Maes.�

�It�s alright, Alex, I know he�ll want to see us.� You finish that thing I told you about,
okay?�

Roy
looked up at the new interruption to see his sister talking over her
shoulder.� He frowned.� �Winry, now�s not the time.� As you can see, we�re in the middle of a meet�wait
a minute!� What are you doing here?� You should be at the airport!��

�Ah, Roy,
there you are,� said Winry, limping into the office and ignoring his shout.

�Goodness, should you be walking dear?� asked Gracia,
looking worriedly at her as she moved towards the conference table.�

�Oh, it�s no problem,� Winry said, waving it away.� Al suddenly appeared at her side, impeccably
dressed in a dark suit with a loose bowtie hanging down his chest and a warm
grin for everyone in the office.�

�Son!� When did you
get home?� asked Maes, smiling widely at his boy.� �You�re looking very fashionable.� We weren�t expecting you for days yet.�

�I know, Winry called me back early, and I�m glad she did,�
said Al, coming along side of Winry and throwing an arm about her shoulders and
drawing her to his side.

�Hold on, where�s Edward?� demanded Roy.�
He rounded the conference table and stalked towards his sister.� �You should be with him.�

�Who�s Edward?� asked Maes, bewildered.�

�I think it was that boy who danced with Winry that time,�
said Gracia, still seated at the conference table and smiling at her husband
and son.

�I suspect that he must be at the airport by now.� What time was the flight?� wondered Winry
coyly making a big show of looking at her titanium wrist watch.

�You let him leave?� asked Roy, aghast.�
�How could you let him leave?� He
was in love with you!�

�This guy was in love with you?� asked Al, raising an
eyebrow at Winry.� �I didn�t hear this.�

�No; remember hon?� I said he liked me but then he liked Roy for some reason.� Remember?� Winry smiled sweetly as Al nodded
slowly.

�Riiiiight.� Now I remember.� It�s like a soap opera; there�s so many
twists and turns I can�t hardly keep it straight.�

�Don�t worry, dear.�
I�ll draw you a map later,� Winry teased.� Al smirked at her and gave her a tiny
flirtatious wink.

Roy
growled threateningly.� �I assumed you
cared for him like he cared for you.� You
should be with him!�

�I can�t leave my husband to go play with a boy-toy; shame
on you Roy for even suggesting it.��
Winry�s eyes sparkled with humor as she looked at Roy.

�Husband?� What?�
sputtered Pinako.

�So, apparently, as Winry tells it, this guy Edward has
loved Winry from afar since they were all kids, and since Winry was only being
Winry, she got swept up in his charm,� said Al, squeezing Winry to his side.

�But then Roy got all protective of the merger and took
advantage of the fact that I had broken my ankle and used that time to �take
care of Edward�,� added Winry.� Her voice
took on a mocking tone as she spoke of Roy�s
handling of Edward and she rolled her eyes.

�I like this part, though,� said Al, taking up the story
again.� �He goes and takes Edward away so
that he can have him all to himself so that he�ll fall for Roy, but then he falls for Edward, too!�

�What!� I didn�t,�
protested Roy.

�Yeah, but I think maybe you tried to buy some sex from him
and it backfired,� finished Al, laughing.�
In the end Al was�had been�just as much a playboy as Winry was a
playgirl.� He knew how these things
worked after all.�

Roy
was furious!� His fists shook at his
sides at the assumption that he had to buy sex�that he�d buy it from Edward!� Before he knew what he intended to do, he had
crossed the distance between them, and punched Al squarely in the chin, sending
him reeling to the floor.�

�Al!� Roy�what are you doing?�
yelled Winry, staggering a little as Al almost toppled her too.

�Ha ha!� See, Winry?�
I told you he loves him!� I was
right!� crowed Al triumphantly from the floor.�
He pointed at Roy, grinning like a fool,
unmindful of the bloody lip Roy
had given him.� Roy�s anger deflated immediately as he saw Al
sprawled below him.

�Roy!�� Pinako�s disapproving voice left him feeling
like a chastised child.� Suddenly Alex
came into his office carrying a suitcase and an envelope.� Alex looked down at Al who was being assisted
to his feet by Winry in a most unsteady manner.�
��

�What�s that?� asked Roy,
feeling like he had somehow lost all control of this day.� He pointed at the case in Alex�s hand
suspiciously.� ��

�Some essentials for your trip, sir,� replied Alex.� Placing the case on the floor off to the side
of the door, Alex reached out with one of his bear-like hands and steadied Al
and Winry, even offering a cotton handkerchief to Al to take care of his lip.�

�My trip?� asked Roy
thoroughly gob smacked.� �I�m not going
anywhere�� You went to my place?� You touched my stuff!�

�Yes,� said Alex, beaming at him with those damned sparkles.� He was losing it.� Visual hallucinations�� It was like seeing inside the workings of a
brilliant mind for the first time.� You
even organized your underwear by color.�

Roy�s
jaw dropped at the audacity of his assistant.�
�How did you get into my place?�

�I gave him a key,� Pinako said.� Roy
whirled around to stare at her in astonishment.�

�Well, I do believe that Edward�s flight has already left,�
said Winry, glancing at her watch again.�
�I guess you�ll just have to catch up with him on the other side of the ocean.� But if you leave now, you�ll still be able to
make all your connections.� I had Alex
re-book your flight, so even leaving after Edward, you�ll have less holdovers
and should�hopefully�get there in lots of time to ambush him.�

Alex held out the envelope for Roy to take.�
Roy
could only blink stupidly at his sister with a slight crease of confusion
marring his brow.� �Wait�what...?�

Winry was already hobbling towards the lawyers, who, as she
approached, held out a new bundle of papers for her to take.� �Okay, Roy,
come here and sign these papers.�

Roy
looked around at the people watching him feeling disjointed and apart from
himself.� His mind had never been slow to
pick things up, but right now, Roy
felt as if he was missing something so large that he was struggling to pull all
the pieces together in order to understand this situation.� In a daze, Roy took the envelope from Alex
and made his way towards the conference table to see if looking at these
�papers� would help his confusion any.� ��

As he approached, Winry began ticking off what which each
paper represented.� �This one is to
complete the merger, and this one is to give me the raise I�ll need when I take
over your job.�

�How�how did you find this out?� Mother?�
Did you tell her?� asked Roy,
taking the first of the papers absently.�

�Winry figured most of it all on her own, and I filled in
the rest.� Roy, I think it�s time for you to leave
home,� Pinako said.�

Swallowing, Roy
glanced at the paper in his hand and then across the table at Gracia who smiled
at him.� Feeling lost, he looked at Maes
and then Al before returning his attention to the paper in his hand.� He then looked across his office to a
forgotten frame and trophy, thinking of the owner.� �He�ll hate me.� I can�t��

�Just let him smack you up a bit; I�m sure he�ll forgive you
in time,� said Winry, a teasing note in her voice.�

�Go, Roy,�
his mother whispered.� He felt the last
of his meek resistance fall away.� But he
couldn�t just leave.� Who would he be if not a CEO?� What would he do in Paris?�
What if Edward didn�t want him after all?

He looked at the paper in his hands, not seeing any of the
words.� Edward�s smiling face floated
into his mind�s eye and then it shifted to the hurt and betrayed look that hurt
him just thinking about it.� How could he
ever hope to make it right again with Edward after being responsible for
causing that look?�

�I don�t even know where to find him��

Winry handed him a pen, pointing to the space he needed to
sign.� �You�ll find him because you love
him,� she said.

�That�s hardly helpful,� murmured Roy, taking the pen and
signing first one paper and then the other.�
Quickly and with a firm, sure hand, he signed over control of the
company to Winry.

�Here,� said Al, thrusting his suitcase at Roy.�
�The car�s waiting for you downstairs.�
You better hurry.�

Roy
took another look at the people in his office, bemused and shell shocked.� His eyes finally landed on his mother and she
held out her hand to him.� Taking her
hand, Roy
nodded once, then twice.� �You okay with
this?� he asked.� �Me and Edward?�

�Of course, Roy,
it�s hardly even an issue these days,� said Pinako.� �Go find him.�

�Right.�� Roy shifted the case in
his hand.� �Right�well�� He started to edge his way to the door.� �If you�ll excuse me�it seems I�ve another
appointment.�� Alex opened the door for
him and he was out of the office with Alex following behind.�

�Sir, in the envelope, you�ll find your passport and
ticket.� I�ve ordered some Euros in
various denominations and you can pick it up at the counter while you check
your bag; anything else you need, please call me.�

Roy
nodded, listening closely to Alex�s instructions.� At the elevator, they stood side by side and
suddenly Roy
felt self-conscious at having him at his elbow.�
Turning to the large man, Roy
smiled.� �Thank you, Alex.� You�ve been a wonderful assistant.� Don�t give Winry too much trouble, hm?�

Quite unexpectedly, though the whole meeting was unexpected,
Alex enveloped him in a bone crushing hug.�
Roy gasped
an ineffectual protest as he could hear his ribs groan in warning.� �The Armstrong line is known for its
altruistic endeavors, and this is one endeavor that will be the most
illustrious of them all,� said Alex, plopping Roy back onto his feet, and slapping his
shoulders.� Roy felt as if his knees would buckle under
the force of those large, heavy hands.

�Ah�thanks�Alex.�
Please don�t ever hug me again,� said Roy.�
His suit was now thoroughly rumpled from his treatment so when he
brushed at it he did nothing more then to ease his nerves.� When he looked at his assistant one last
time, it was to find Alex crying openly with a smile.� He�d always know that Alex was a touch
sentimental but this was a bit much.�
Feeling decidedly uncomfortable, Roy
pressed the call button on the elevator, wishing Alex would go back to his
desk.� Unfortunately, he remained until Roy got on the elevator
and the doors closed around him.

When Roy
stepped into the parkade and saw Hohenheim standing
beside the back door of the waiting car, he stopped dead in shock.� Unfazed, Hohenheim opened the door for him
and waited silently for him to get inside.�
As Roy
stared at his driver�s face, he saw that there were a multitude of thoughts
happening beneath the surface, but couldn�t identify the nature, good or
bad.� His already tumultuous feelings
were thrown into new disarray as he forced himself forward and into the back
seat.

The slam of the car door echoed through the parking
complex.� Roy watched as Hohenheim walked around the
front of the car and slid behind the driver�s seat.� Still without comment, Hohenheim started the
car and made his slow careful way to the exit.�

Roy
burned with the need to say something, to discover if Hohenheim knew anything
of what he�d done to his son.� He could
feel the weight of judgment on him and didn�t know if he was just transferring
his guilt onto Hohenheim or if it was real.�
He looked in the rear view mirror as they pulled into traffic, finding
that his driver was currently intent on the road and not him.� He fidgeted in his seat, wanting to broach
the subject but not sure how or where to begin.�
Edward had said that he�d come out to his father and it didn�t go over
well.� How would Hohenheim react if he
suddenly blurted out that within a span of days he had made Edward fall in love
with him, broke his heart, offered him money to stay away from Winry and now
wanted to chase after him to somehow make it up to him?� It sounded ludicrous even to him.� He couldn�t begin to imagine how it�d sound
to Hohenheim.

Just before turning onto the freeway, Roy, watching the road out the front window,
caught movement and looked at Hohenheim in the rear view mirror.� Their eyes locked and Roy became conscious of himself like never
before.� He was unaccustomed to these
uneasy feelings and didn�t know how to act or what to say even as his mouth
opened uselessly as if to speak up.�

�You forced Edward away,� Hohenheim said, barely loud enough
to be heard over the sounds of the engine and the passing cars around them.� Hohenheim�s voice was steel and simmering
anger; the righteous anger of a parent whose child was has been hurt.�

Roy
deflated, letting the seat support his body.�
�Yes,� he said, casting his eyes down to the space between his seat and
the front where his feet rested.� His
guilt, which until now, he�d coaxed away with rationalizations, hit him at full
force as the weight of what he�d done fully settled on him. �As Edward had said, he was a bastard, the very
worst kind.� �

�You hurt him,� Hohenheim said next, driving the ache Roy was feeling even
deeper.�

�Yes,� said Roy.� He was in agony picturing Edward�s betrayed
face, and his over shinny eyes.� How he
hated himself for causing that look.� He
just wanted to make sure a look like that never, ever crossed Edward�s face
again.� �I�m sorry.�� His gaze was blindly focused on the diamond
patterned seat in front of him.�
Questions and doubts; was he doing the right thing?� How could he just up and leave the company in
the middle of a merger?� How would he ever
find Edward on his own and could he even hope that if he asked, Hohenheim would
tell him?

�I�m not the one to apologize to.�

�Even still, I�m sorry.�
I didn�t want�I didn�t mean for things to turn out like this.� I�have no excuse.�� Roy
clenched his teeth, making his jaw flex.�
Humility wasn�t something he practiced ever.� To be humble now was a sobering lesson in
just how much he cared for Edward.� That
didn�t make it any easier for him to say it or admit his culpability in for
what had happen.

�So, what are you going to do then?� asked Hohenheim.� �Once you find him, you�ll force him to be
with you?�

�No!�� Roy sat up, looking at
Hohenheim in the rear view mirror.� �No,
I�d�I�m done with manipulation.� If he
doesn�t want me, I�ll come back and never bother him again.�

�If he wants you�?� asked Hohenheim, his voice still quiet
and barely heard over the ambient noises; hard and angry.� Roy
thought he even heard some doubt in there, maybe some confusion.� ��

�If�if I�m so lucky��
Roy
bowed his head.� This was almost
laughable.� He was never so unsure of
anything in his life, but never so desperate for it work out.� Somehow, someway�it had to work.� Now that he knew what it was like to kiss
Edward, to simply be around him, to be able to hear and make him laugh because
he�d said something funny; if there was even a small chance to try and have
Edward love him back, he couldn�t pass it up.�
Swallowing hard, Roy
cleared his throat of the sudden blockage.�
�If I�m so lucky, I�ll be sure to never hurt him again.�

Hohenheim was silent, watching him closely and then the
road, then back.� �You manipulated him
once, what�s to say you won�t do so again?�

�I think�� Roy sighed.� �I think that all relationships involve
manipulation on some level.� But�I
promise that I will never go to such lengths again.� I can�t change who I am so quickly.� I can only hope that Edward will forgive my
faults and love me as I love him.�

Silence met Roy�s
statement.� He didn�t know what to expect
from Hohenheim, but as the minutes ticked by he realized that he craved some
sort of absolution of his crime from Edward�s father.� He knew he didn�t deserve such kindness but
he hoped�� If Edward�s father could
forgive him, it would give him hope that perhaps Edward could too.�

The car pulled onto the turnoff for the airport and still
there was no response from Hohenheim.� �Hohenheim,
I know it�s a lot to ask, but I would be honored to have your blessing.� I�m sure it�d mean a lot to Edward, too.�

Hohenheim glanced at him in the mirror.� �In all the years I�ve been with your family,
I have never seen you like this, Mr. Mustang.�
You have never been so impulsive and quick to apologize for anything
you�ve done to anyone.� And I�ve seen
some of the things you�ve done.�

Roy opened his mouth to interject, wanting to tell Hohenheim
that he should call him �Roy� now, and that he�d been impulsive once before�maybe,
but Hohenheim continued.

�That my son, seemingly in a short period of time, has made
you realize the feelings of others and empathize�even fall in love�� Hohenheim gave a sad shake of his head.� �I admit to a lack of understanding with
regards to a�gay�lifestyle, but I can not deny how you have changed.� I love my son dearly, even still.�

They pulled up to the international departures and stopped,
but Roy was
frozen in his seat daring to hope that he might have a chance.� �Hohenheim, I��

�If you hurt him�� interrupted Hohenheim.

�I�ll do everything in my power to ensure that does not
happen,� promised Roy
quickly.� Hohenheim got out of the car
then, prompting Roy
to do the same.� They looked across the
roof at each other.

Hohenheim pressed his lips and sighed through his nose.� �His apartment is located at 234 Rue de Ch�ne...number
twenty-three.�

�Thank you�� Thank
you, Hohenheim!�� Roy took a moment to meet Hohenheim�s gaze
steadily willing the knowledge that he was grateful to pass between them.� After a moment, his driver nodded once and
waved him away.� With that, Roy was dashing inside to
get checked in and boarded.� Anticipation
was hideous and made his stomach roll and he kept repeating the address over
and over in his head.� He�d have to write
it down as soon as he could for fear of forgetting, and then how would he find
Edward?� Paris was too large and it was too easy to get
lost.�

Check-in was a blur of picking up his Euros and rushing
through security.� He was informed that
boarding was already well on its way but that they would hold the plane until
he was through customs.� Having money had
its advantages as he was rushed to the front of every line and guided to the
departure gate.� Finally he was settled
and the plane was taxing out.� He now had
the whole flight to think of Edward and hope beyond hope that he�d be allowed
to be given a second chance.

--To Be Continued�

Very near the end now, bois and girls!�

I think some of you didn�t like the last two chapters (not very
many reviews at all!)� So I hope that
this one re-inspires your love for this fic.� The next chapters are fighting me mightily,
but I�m fighting them back!� I�ll try to
get them out soon ;D

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