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Beta�d by Yaoi_girl69, who always has the most awesomest thoughts.� Also, I�m sorry that I went all mental on you
and emailed you so often.� I was totally spazzing over this chapter�� hehe�oops.

Also, reading Jane Austin while writing this has influenced
some of my word choice.� So if this
chapter has a more �English� feel to it, it�s because of that.� And I now know what my writing style is
mostly made up of: Free Indirect Discourse - a way of representing a characters speech or thought by combining direct
discourse with narratorial commentary. Good
to know a new term!

(1) Homage to the
remake; line taken from the movie.� It
was too good to pass up and I couldn�t improve on perfection
;D

Chapter 27

Winry watched as
the door closed behind her brother and smiled wide.� She then turned her smile on the people left
behind and then to her husband.� She�d
done it!� It seemed impossible, but she�d
done it!� She actually got Roy to get off his ass
and live for once!� Doing nice things for others was great.� She�d be sure to do more of it in the future
and with Al beside her, think of all the good they could do.

�Well, people,�
she said, pulling everyone back to the meeting, clapping her hands together.� She held her hand out behind her and one of
the lawyers put a folder of paper in her hand.�
�I would like to draw your attention to some cash hemorrhaging that this
merger is currently placing our mutual resources.��

Winry hobbled
around the table, handing out the report she�d whipped up late last night in
between scheming with Al and planning her coup d��tat.� �If we shut down the manufacturing plant that
you own, Maes, and transfer the operations to one of Mustang Inc.�s
factories�which happens to be more advanced and efficient�we�ll be able to cut
almost a full twenty-five percent margin loss and turn that into a profit gain,
increasing our dividends by a projected five dollars a share.�

�So much?� asked
Maes, taking the paper Winry offered as she made her way next to Gracia and
then her mother.�

�Winry?� Pinako said, shock and disbelief mixing
equally as she gapped at her daughter.�

�What?� asked Winry,
giving her mother a sardonic look.� �You�ve been Cc�ing
me on the financial reports for years�you just assumed I couldn�t read. (1)�� Winry smiled wide
as her mother continued to gape at her.�
Al had a proud, loving smile on his face when she looked at him, feeling
buoyed at having his support and love.�
She was so glad she had come
to her senses when she did.� Edward was a
nice, sexy looking man, but her Al was all that and more.� He was funny, confident, perverted, generous,
and oh so cuddly.� Winking at her new
husband, Winry then turned back to the room to continue with the meeting.

--

Edward had never
flown first class before, so being seated up on the second floor of a giant
aircraft and being offered a hot towel to apparently wash his hands was quite
the learning experience.� It wasn�t the
same as flying in Roy�s
jet; that was much classier, but this commercial luxury was still on a level he
wasn�t comfortable with.� He covertly
watched the other first class passengers board and
take their seats, leaving the seat next to Edward empty.� He knew that it was Roy�s seat that was glaringly empty next to
him.� It was a silent needle working on
his mind, one that he couldn�t ignore.� Thinking
that this flight would have been very different if Roy had joined him, Edward turned away from
the seat beside him and watched out the window.�

It could have been
a happy flight with Roy
here beside him.� Maybe they would have
had an engaging conversation and Roy
wouldn�t do any work, so all his attention would have been on Edward.� But as nice as that mental image was, Edward
knew that not long after they would have landed, Roy would somehow get up and
leave; maybe with no explanation.� One
minute there, the next gone.� The joke
was on him then wasn�t it?� He was a
fool; one that trusted way too easily.�
The plane began to move then.

They had taken off
on time and half an hour into the flight, he began to think of Paris and all
that was waiting for him there; his old apartment and his friends, his favorite
hangouts and his walks along the river in order to force himself to stop
thinking about Roy.� He would be occupied
for a time while he looked for a school he wanted to attend.� He really liked the Macquarie
University in Sydney,
Australia or he could see if
there was one he liked in Paris or England so he
could stay relatively close to Russell.�
It would be easy to take the Chunnel to see him on the weekends.�

Thinking of
Russell reminded him that he should call him and let him know that he was going
to be at the airport in a few hours.� He could take a cab, but he�d like it if
Russell could come and get him.� After
dealing with his father�s reactions to his sexuality and Roy�s manipulations, he could use a steady,
understanding friend who would listen to his bitching for a while.

In the seat back
in front of him, there happened to be a phone and a small TV screen.� Digging out his wallet from his back pocket,
Edward slid his credit card free.

�Sir, would you
care for some champagne?� a male flight attendant asked,
a large metal cart in front of him.� �Or perhaps something else?�
We have most types of liquors and spirits.�

�Ah�� Edward looked over the cart.� Getting smashed in the air probably wasn�t
the best idea.� As he thought about it
though, right now he didn�t care if it made him tipsy.� He hadn�t yet allowed himself the time to
process everything that happened to him, and he didn�t want to do it on the
plane.� But he knew, with nothing else to
do, that�s most likely exactly what he�d end up doing.� Drinking would stop that�he hoped.� �Sure, how much�?�� He put his card in his lap and replaced the
phone.� His wallet still had some Euros in
it as well as some American bills.� So he
should be able to pay with either one.

�It�s
complementary, sir; for flying first class,� the man said, pouring out a tall
glass of champagne into a delicate flute and handing it to Edward.� �Drink this fast and it won't seem so strange.�� �Winry�s advice from that party seemed so long
ago now.� He couldn�t believe it was only
one week since he�d come home and all this shit happened.� Edward tipped his head back and drank the
champagne in one go.� The bubbles tingled
on their way down his throat straight to his stomach and he could swear that it
was making him feel light headed already.�

He
tilted the glass sideways looking unseeingly through it at the seat in front of
him.� He was feeling displaced, lost,
hurt�fuck, he was doing it again.� He
didn�t want to re-catalogue his feelings once again.� He just wanted to
forget for a few hours, was that too hard a request to make?� Just forget, it�s nothing, it means nothing;
it�s over.� Just forget�

When
the flight attendant came back and asked if Edward would like another, he
nodded and even ordered some little bottles for later.�

He was so going to
regret this.

He downed the
second glass just as fast and he knew he was feeling lightheaded for certain now.� He was by no means a lightweight when it came
to drinking, though he didn�t do it very often.�
It was never a good idea to drink too much while training, but he could usually
hold his liquor better than this.�

Picking up the
phone again, Edward slid his card along the slot and waited to make his
call.� After a few minutes the phone was
answered.�

�All�?�

�Russell; hey,�
said Edward, the white noise roar of the engines loud in his ears.� Pinning the receiver against his shoulder,
Edward flexed his damaged hand, splitting the newly formed scabs in masochistic
glee.� With a shake of his head, he
grabbed the first of the little bottles and twisted off the cap.�

�Edward!�
Ma fois, it�s good to hear from you?� How was the tournament?� I bet you got gold!��

�Actually�no; and
even better, I�m on my way back to Paris.� My plans changed somewhat.�� Edward almost wished that they could have
worked out but�while they were good friends, they just didn�t spark.� Not like how he did with Roy.�
God, why couldn�t Roy
have felt for him even a fraction of what he did��

�What?�
How can that be?� Did something
happen?�

�Oh yeah, lots
happened, but I don�t want to talk about it on the plane.� I was kinda
wondering�could you borrow Fletcher�s car and pick me up?� I�d rather have a friendly face over a cab
driver.�

�I�m sure it won�t be an issue.� He�s got Riza�s car
if he needs to go anywhere.� I want to
hear all about it, okay, and I can�t wait to see you.�

�Yeah,
me too.�� Edward felt a bit of trepidation at the
coming story he would be required to relate.�
It wasn�t like he didn�t want to tell Russell what happened, but he
would have to admit how stupid he was in letting
Roy pull a
fast one on him.� Fuck!� Stop thinking about him for just five
minutes!

�What time do you land?�

�Um, jus� sec�� Edward dug through his messenger bag stashed
down by his feet until he found his ticket stub.� He actually had to blink a few times in order
to get his eyes to focus on the lettering.�
�Uh, touch down �round eleven a� night.�
I got two layovers, one in Iceland
�n� a short one in England
and then I arrive a� Charles de Gaulle.��
There was silence for a moment on the other end.� Thinking nothing of it, Edward took a drink
straight from the mouth of the tiny bottle.

�Edward�are
you�you know what, never mind.� I�ll find
out soon enough.� Tell me your flight
number, okay?�

Edward blinked and
then read him the numbers and again when Russell asked him to repeat it.� He had a good buzz going now and he still had
the rest of his mini bottles to drink.�
The meal should be served soon so that would soak up some of the alcohol
in his system.� He didn�t even consider
that the meal might make him sick.�

�Thanks, Russell.� See ya �n a bit, �kay?�� After his
friend said good-bye, Edward fumbled to replace the receiver.� He felt totally bereft.� There was an empty seat beside him and emptiness
in his heart.� He felt hollow, alone, like
a fringin� a tool, and so stupid.� But these maudlin thoughts were doing no
good.� He had to move on and put this
behind him.� He couldn�t dwell on what
was done to him forever, he needed to let it go�or try to.�

--

Roy�s plane landed at ten-thirty that evening
and according to the board Edward�s flight wouldn�t touch down till a quarter-to-eleven.� He contemplated waiting around in the baggage
claim area for Edward to show up and try to talk to him there, but he feared
how Edward would react after being surprised by his presence and then being
surrounded by a curious public.� He knew
that Edward would most likely be pissed at him and the resulting confrontation
would create a scene.� He was too guilty
over his participation in this crime to want an audience.� ��

He took a cab
directly from the airport and went straight to Edward�s place.� There was a small deli near by that Roy was
able to get a coffee along with a sweet pastry that he didn�t feel up to eating.� He went back to Edward�s building and looked
up at the fa�ade.� His mind was racing
and still all at once.� Walking
backwards, Roy
leaned up against the dark door of the building opposite.� Only half interested, he looked into the big
shop window and saw a multitude of different shaped bottles and other high end
things aimed at the Parisian woman.�

His watch said it
was now eleven-fifteen.� Roy�s case rested on the paving stones at his
feet with the pastry on top of that.� The
coffee was going cold in his hand as he looked up at the building trying to
pull his thoughts into some sort of order.�
The plane ride had been wrought with memories of all Edward had said or
done over the past week and now�� He
almost wished he was back on the plane.�
At least there it wasn�t real yet. �He was still a CEO and Edward was on his way
here, to Paris.� The reality though was that he had chased
after Edward like�like some�love sick puppy!� Order to his thoughts?� Yeah, right�it couldn�t happen until he�d get
to talk to Edward again.� And even then,
there was no reason why Edward would consent to exchanging even a few words
with him.� ��

At least there was
no way for Edward to pass him by.� He had
full view of the front door and as far as he figured, there was no back door
worth considering. �He planned on staying
in the shadow of the shop�s door until he saw that familiar golden head and
small frame come into view.

Full of self
doubt, Roy
pressed his lips, searching the virtually empty street desperately for a small
blond man, but there was nothing.� With a
sigh, Roy took
a large drink of his coffee.� It hit his
empty stomach and turned woozily.� He was
not cut out for this kind of thing.� He
was so out of his element that he was physically
uncomfortable.� How did people handle
this torment?� It was all Edward�s fault,
doing this to him; reducing him to this.

But�

Roy sighed again, looking up at the building
fa�ade�hoping�

--

Edward
groaned.� He had to piss something awful
and he couldn�t currently get up out of his seat because the plane was on
approach.� His knee bounced rapidly,
hoping�praying�that the plane would hurry the fuck up and land already!� What was the fucking hold up?� The lap belt, pulled tight because he didn�t
want to fly out of his seat if the plane were to crash, pressed against his
bladder in such a way that he couldn�t possibly think about anything else.� He needed to piss!�

The wheels
screeched along the pavement and the engines howled, slowing the plane.� It took ages
to get to the gate and then finally they were letting the first class
passengers disembark.� Edward bolted for
the nearest bathroom and pissed about a liter worth of alcohol down the urinal.� Swaying unsteadily, he zipped up his fly and
made a mess trying to wash his hands, splashing water all over the sink, mirror
and himself.� He had to grab for the
paper towel four times before his hand finally got hold of it.� Weaving down the hall and squinting up at the
signs, he made his way through customs and out to the baggage claim.

There were hordes
of people waiting, going up on their tip toes and looking at the people coming
out.� Edward�s vision was too blurry to
make out individual faces so he weaved through the crowd towards the
turnstile.� He flopped down gracelessly
into a hard plastic chair and leaned forward, holding his head in his hands.� The walk from the gate to here had set his
head spinning wildly.�

�Why did I drink
so much?� mumbled Edward, groaning in misery.

�I�d like to know
that as well.�

Edward lifted his
head slowly and looked up at a wide chest.�
Blinking, he leaned backwards until his shoulders touched the back of
the chair and blearily regarded the man standing before him.� �Hey��
You�re Russell?�

�Jesus!� You�re piss-drunk!� What were you thinking?�� Russell fell into the seat next to Edward and
twisted around so he could face him.�
Edward�s head felt like it was on an over-stretched spring, weaving and
bobbing around as he attempted to focus.�

�Thinkin�?� I wasn�t thinkin�!� I was
trying to forget��

�Forget�?�

�Yeah� I was tryin��but not so good.�
Am I dumb?�

�Huh?�

Edward slid across
his seat in a boneless maneuver until he was perched on the edge of the
chair.� �Am I dumb?� he asked
impatiently.�

�Whaaat?�� Russell shook his head.� �You need coffee�lots of it.� I�m not going to have you puke all over
Fletcher�s car when he was nice enough to lend it to me.� Come on.�

With some prodding
on Russell�s part, Edward was coaxed to his feet.� Russell picked his case off the turnstile and
then ushered him to a small airport deli where he ordered the strongest,
largest coffee they had and started making Edward drink it.� Half way through his second cup and his fourth
bathroom trip, Russell deemed him ready and sober enough to head out.� It wasn�t until they were seated in the car
and pulling out of the parking lot that Russell finally asked: �So, wanna tell me what demon possessed you to drink while
flying thirty thousand feet in the air?�

Edward sighed, his
head resting on the passenger side window.�
His gaze was focused on the road watching the painted lines wiz
pass.� He was silent for a long time, but
Russell was patient, not prodding him to speak.�
He hadn�t given much thought to his cover story while in the air and now
he didn�t think he could be convincing enough to lie while still mostly drunk.

�I met Winry
again�� said Edward, closing his eyes.�

�Oh,
yeah?�� Russell sounded curious.�

�She liked
me.�� Russell hummed.� He knew Russell�s thoughts on this.� And if he were so inclined to give him
another chance, he�d take it.� Russell
still liked him a lot.� �The Mustang�s
were having one of their parties.� We
danced��

�I�m jealous.� I couldn�t ever get you to dance with me like
that.�

�Heh.�� The words were on the tip of his tongue,
poised to continue the story, but they got stuck on the roof of his mouth.� Self pitying tears pricked at his eyes.� He wished that�� Russell softly prompted him for more and after
swallowing thickly twice, he began again.�
�Winry broke her ankle and was taken to the hospital.� I went to the solarium where Roy found me�that�s Roy Mustang,� Edward
supplied at Russell�s querying grunt.�

�Ah.�

�He danced with me
too�it was strange and surreal, but I was too shocked to do anything but go
along with it; he kissed me, too.��
Edward looked across the car at Russell to see him widen his eyes at the
road, shoot a quick glance at him and press his lips.� �What?�

�Well, how come
he�d do that?� Didn�t you tell me he used
to chase you all around?� Why�s he
suddenly being all friendly?�

Edward grunted, agreeing
with Russell�s initial reaction which had pretty much mirrored his own at the
time.� But even so, he had been drawn to Roy even if he didn�t
recognize it then and there.� �My flight
got cancelled after all, you know.� I was
in a panic and Roy�he
pretty much forced me to accept his
offer of flying on the company jet.�

�Really�?� Hm��

�So off I go with
a man I�ve barely talked to my whole life and now I have to make conversation
and be around him because he�s offered me this free trip.� It turned out that my plans fell through in L.A. too.� I didn�t get a hotel room and Roy being Roy
took it upon himself to assume that I would stay with him only it wasn�t what I
expected.� There was only one bedroom and
we ended up sharing the bed.� He teased
me a lot, but he seemed nice enough once we talked a bit.� I don�t know, it was weird but not, too.�

�I can
imagine.� Your tormentor suddenly turns
out to be a nice guy, who knew!�� Russell
laughed at this thought.� �But that
didn�t really answer my question.�

�No shit,
Sherlock,� grumped Edward, resting his head against
the window again.� Russell grunted in
annoyance.� �The tournament was
stressful, but having Roy
there made it less so; Scar was being a bitch and he antagonized both of us,
even assaulting me somewhat.� Then I
argued with Roy
in the middle of everyone and said some things that I had maybe always wanted
to say, but they were rude.� It was so
fucked up!� Scar got me in a choke hold
and I tapped out, losing the match.�

He fell silent
now.� He was to the part of the story
where he and Roy had made out and he didn�t know how to tell that to
Russell�who still wanted more from him than he could give.� Russell deserved it, but it was more then he
was capable of.�

�So where did you
place?�

�Oh�I got silver.�

�That�s great,
Edward!� I can�t believe you fought Scar
for the gold and came back whole!� That�s
amazing.� Oh, I wish I could have seen
that fight.�

Smiling, Edward
looked at his friend, a wave of fondness engulfing him.� Russell was his best friend but they weren�t
together anymore and hadn�t been for a long time.� He wasn�t going to get back together with
Russell so if the news of him being with another man was too much for Russell
to deal with, at least he�d know not to talk about it in the future.�

�It would have
been nice to have you there, but I know you had other commitments.� So anyway�I went with Roy
back to the hotel where I sulked and then I got mad at Roy again over something stupid.� We�ah��

�You slept with
him?� asked Russell quietly when Edward fell silent for long moments.

�No�but close�� Edward didn�t want to elaborate any further
than that and Russell seemed to get the gist of what happened.�� We flew back the next day, but he was
distant on the plane.� We didn�t talk
until later.�� He didn�t mention his
unease with being seen in public with Roy
being close to him.� He didn�t care about
who saw him in Paris, but it was a big deal in America.� �Winry met us on the porch when we got home
and she was still all for fooling around but somehow I wasn�t so keen anymore
for her.� But that was all to plan��

�To
plan?�

�Yeah,� said
Edward.� �It was all a scam.� Roy
didn�t like me one bit!� He was just
playing with me to make sure I didn�t want Winry and would go with him when the
time came.� Then he planned on leaving me
here while he went back to New York,
all the happier because he�d be successful in getting rid of me.� He was even going to pay me off, the fucker.�

�What the hell!�

�Yeah� messed up,
right?� said Edward bitterly.

�God, what a
cluster fuck that is.� How are you
doing?� You�you really liked him, didn�t
you?� asked Russell, softly because he most likely now sensed the depth of
Edward�s feelings.

�Doesn�t matter; I
got played,� he said, dismissing his feelings and the situation all in one
sentence.� Edward planted his elbow on
the door, resting his hand on the glass and his cheek in his palm.��

�What a jerk!� Did you at least punch him or
something�taught him a good lesson, right?�
Man, if I were you, I�d kick him in the balls, I think.�

Edward nodded, not
rising to the bait.� He didn�t feel like
smiling or bashing Roy�s
horrible character.� He just wanted to
sulk.� He sighed loudly, blowing the air
up and into his bangs.� The pressure of
his hand against the window twinged his bruised
knuckles, reminding him of what he had
done in lieu of punching Roy
directly.�

There was a lot
that he�d left out of his explanation.�
Things like how great Roy smelled or how Roy�s confession of concern for
him ever since he�d come to live near to the Mustangs or even that Roy
instinctively knew how to touch him so that he knew nothing but his touch;
these didn�t improve the facts any.� They
only served to remind Edward of how he�d been used and his warm feelings
towards Roy had
been trampled on.

�Was that why you
were drinking on the plane?� asked Russell pulling out of traffic and making
his way to Edward�s neighborhood.�

�Yeah�� I know it was stupid.� I just wanted to deal with it�or not, as the
case may be.� I also came out to da while I was home.�

�Oh,
yeah?� Not good?� asked Russell with trepidation.

�Nope.� At
first he said he was disappointed with me and that hurt like hell, but after a
while we got to the point that while he didn�t understand much about it, he
wasn�t going to turn me lose.�

�Well, that�s good
at least.� My parents, as you well know,
can�t stand me.� I still have hope that
one day they�ll come to their senses and realize that life without me isn�t all
that it�s cracked up to be.�� Russell
laughed lightly making Edward smile in response.

�I understand it a
lot better now.� I never could wrap my
head around a parent not wanting to be around their child.� But�I understand now.�

�So what are you
going to do now?� Coming
back to work with me and Fletcher?�

�Maybe.� I
had planned on looking into studying abroad while I was home, so I guess I�ll
just do that from here rather then from home.

�Good, then I�ll
get to monopolize you and horde all your free time to myself.�

Edward laughed again.� �Well, don�t blame me if I�m not the best
company for a while,� Edward warned.�
Russell grinned widely at him.�

�Okay, I just need
to find a bloody parking spot and then get you settled in your apartment.� I hardly had a chance to check on it.� Actually, I was going to look round there
this weekend.� Just as well, though, that
I didn�t.� I�m sure you had left a
frightful mess for me to contend with out of spite.�

�Fuck you,�
growled Edward playfully.� Russell
laughed.� He swung the car down an
adjacent street and parked the car only two blocks away from his
apartment.� Once the car was stopped,
Edward got out thinking he was now quite sober, but upon standing, promptly got
the spins and bonelessly crumpled to the sidewalk.

�Fuck,� mumbled
Edward, unharmed.� He put a shaky hand to
his temple and sat on his ass.� ��

�Jesus, Edward, are you okay?��
Russell hurried around the car to kneel in front of him.�

�Not as sober as I
thought,� replied Edward.� Shaking his
head, Russell gripped his arm and pulled him to his feet, letting him rest
against the passenger door.� His luggage
was retrieved from the trunk, which Russell took in one hand and with the
other, he wrapped around Edward�s waist tucking him in close to his body.�

�Right, let�s get going,�
said Russell, leading the way down the street.�

--

Roy waited.

And it was hard to
wait.� Thinking that Edward had passed
him somehow, he had rung the buzzer to Edward�s apartment for long minutes
until an angry French woman started shouting at him.� He backed off and stood in the doorway of the
building on the opposite side of the street and continued to wait.�

After two hours he
was equal parts frustrated, hungry, sick, humiliated, worried,
antsy�desperate!� What had happened to
Edward?� Did he get in an accident?� Could he have gone somewhere else?� Did he dare call New York and ask Hohenheim for even more help?� No, he most certainly couldn�t ask Hohenheim
for help.� This was his trial and his
alone.� But this paralyzing indecision was crippling him.� He always got his way and he always knew what
to do.� Damn Edward for bringing him low,
and�damn him for wanting it.

It was obscenely getting
late.� He was half mad with worry and
hunger and he needed to try and get some rest at some point.� If he couldn�t meet Edward before he got home
tonight, then he�d come back tomorrow and the next day, and the next day for
however long it took to get Edward to talk to him.� He was very disappointed that he had lost
this first chance.� But he was sure that
he would have his chance.� He�d damn well better have a chance.� He�d put all his resources into winning
Edward�because he was worth all of it.

He glanced at his
watch in worried agitation.� Surely it
didn�t take him this long to get here from the airport.� He had made reasonably good time arriving at
Edward�s place, he had thought.� Did
Edward go somewhere else before heading home?�
Maybe his flight had gotten held up on the tarmac?� The flight was listed as on-time when he left
the airport�� The clamor of late night Paris was all around him,
but distant from this immediate section of town.�

He began to wonder
if he would be able to tell Edward all that was in his heart.� Once that thought was bouncing around his
mind, he wondered what it was that he did feel for Edward and had begun to
analyze himself critically.� He was certainly more reactionary, especially
when around Edward.� He typically had
exerted tight control over his emotions, but ever since Edward had come (back?)
into his life�it was like his control vanished.�
Edward was so engaging that he couldn�t help but be engaged back.� And God, Edward tasted so fine.� He wanted to kiss and plunder and rule
Edward�s mouth until he knew that there was no one but Roy.�

Edward was also
very surprising.� Always pulling the rug
out from under his feet and doing things that were unplanned.� At first Roy
had hated this aspect of Edward�s character, but as they spent more time
together, Roy
had come to expect it, even anticipate it.�
Almost as if he was waiting
for Edward to do or suggest something unthought-of.� He had been annoyed at first that his plans
were tossed aside so easily, but looking back, he found that he hadn�t really
cared about it at all.� He even liked to
see Edward take the lead.� It was
refreshing to see that such a shy youth could become such a vibrant man.

God, Edward was vibrant!��

Roy paced the small space in front of the
shop�s door alternately kicking the painted wooden base boards before he turned
and took the two steps to the other side.�
Nervous energy made him want to do something
but he was stuck here.�

A small car
rumbled down the street.� Roy looked inside
curiously; hoping.� But the car neither
slowed nor stopped.� Feeling drained and
disappointed, he resumed his pacing.�
Every sound, every voice made Roy�s heart jump and race, and so far
every time it had been a false alarm.� The
wind carried the faint sound of voices to him.�
Almost disinterestedly, Roy
shot them a quick glance and then ignored them.�
They were too far away to see clearly, other then they were close to one
another and the light was too poor to see much beyond that.� A few moments later, he could make out half
of the conversation as they neared slowly.

��Me a favor,
okay?� Make sure you don�t drink this
much�ever!�

The mumbled answer
was lost to Roy.� He greedily listened further; he needed the
distraction.

�Don�t you dare
get sick, I�m the one carrying you, you know.�
Oh yeah?� Nice.� See if I ever take pity on your drunk ass again.�

Roy had eyes only for his feet as he
paced.� His momentary distraction wasn�t
holding his interest like he hoped.� He
didn�t want to watch a man and a woman while they were close to one another.� He wanted Edward.� Watching another couple be friendly would
just remind him of what he didn�t have at the moment.� ��

�Man, don�t be
like that,� whined the other person.� Roy froze.� That voice sounded very, very familiar.� And nothing
like the female�s voice he had assumed initially.� The response was lost to a murmur and Roy had yet to turn
around.� His heart beat a quick rhythm against
his ribs.� It was too soon, he hadn�t
thought up what he was going to say!� No,
he was fine�� All he had to do was get
Edward to talk to him by any means necessary.�

�Hey,
Edward?��

The way the other
man said Edward�s name made fear mix with heady quickness along his spine.� It was too intimate, too familiar.� Roy
turned and watched from the dark doorway as the taller man pulled them to a
stop a few feet away from his position, close to Edward�s door.� Edward was released and he turned to look at
his companion giving Roy
his back.� The stranger reached out and
cupped Edward�s cheek in his large hand, and Roy frowned.�
�I would like it if we could�maybe have another go�?�

Moving quickly, Roy took long strides
towards the two.� As the tall man was
leaning forward Roy
grabbed Edward�s arm and yanked him out of the other�s clutches before those
lips could touch.� With his other hand,
he shoved against the interloper�s chest.�
�Edward!� cried Roy,
pulling the smaller man in close.� Edward
blinked in surprise, his mouth opening in shock, looking up into Roy�s face.

�Roy?�

--To Be Continued�

This chapter
fought me mightily!� I had to get it right and it was mostly Roy who didn�t
know what he wanted to do, and so, neither did I.� But I got him under control in the end.� Still not 100% in love with this chapter, but I can�t decide what�s wrong with it either.�

And I�m another
year older.� I will accept reviews in
lieu of presents or monetary gifts�on the other hand, if you really want to give monetary gifts�let�s talk ;D
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