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A Little Light of Love	By : squallstorm Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:
I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.....I'm just
playing with them.

Author's
note:

Thanks
to ZaKai for reading beta-ing my story once again. XD

Chapter
8

“Ed,
would you stop!” Al whined at his brother. Ever since last
night his brother had been cranky and short-tempered, and now he was
trying his damnedest to leave them all behind and walk to God knows
where. “ED! Come on!”

“Oh,
Alphonse, just let him be. It seems he has a lot on his mind.”
Lady Rose suggested gently. She tugged on his arm to draw him away
from the middle of the street towards the vender's stall.

Al
relented, as Lady Rose led him away. He watched Ed's retreating back
from over his shoulder. He searched for Noa looking for help, a
suggestion, anything, but when he met her eyes, she just shook her
head. Defeated for now, Al tried to put his brother's mood swings
out of his mind and enjoy that fact that they were sightseeing for
once.

“My
dear, look at this....” Alphonse turned aside and smiled at
Lady Rose as she held up an item for his inspection. He'd figure out
what had happened sooner or later.

- - - -

Ed made his way down the
crowded Cairo street market, letting his feet guide him. He paid no
heed to his brother's requests 'to talk about it' last night, and he
didn't want to talk now. He be damned if he was going to be sociable
with 'Lady Rose'. Although he did feel pretty bad about snapping at
Izzy earlier this morning.

He
slowed his pace, Furrowing his brow as he recalled the way in which
he had grabbed the kid off the bed she was jumping on and hauled her
down to the ground and then proceeded to yell in her face. If Al
hadn't have stepped in and stopped me.....
it was a good thing that Izzy was now playing with the Earl's
daughter instead of being with them. She wouldn't even look at him
after that and he was afraid that he'd damaged his friendship with
her. He was usually pretty good with kids, so it was upsetting to
see her withdraw from him like that.

Ed
stood in the middle of the road letting his mind drift without
actually settling on anything. The people moved around him
buffeting him, and knocking him as he held his spot. Why the HELL
am I so worked up anyway? It was just a dream....right? Some weird
....sub-concussions thing as a result of my.....illicit dreams? Of
course the Colonel wasn't REALLY there......but then did I really see
fire?......... What was that?

“Edward?”
A warm hand rested on his shoulder as the speaker moved into view.

“Noa.”
Acknowledged Ed.

“I
know what's bothering you.”

“You
do?” Stupid question really, considering who he was talking
to.

“You
wanted to see the Colonel again and when it turned out to be just
your mind playing tricks on you, you became frustrated. From what
you told me of him, I don't think you and him--”

“Okay...
I get the point.” Ed forestalled Noa from saying what he knew
was true. He felt his face flush with embarrassment and let his
bangs cover his face. He would've never had a chance. He'd just
have to stop deluding himself.

“Edward.....
there's something...else..... I want to tell you.”

“Hnh?”
Ed grunted, keeping his face hidden.

“Last
night....after.....I brushed against someone....”

“You
saw something?” Ed's whole body language changed in a split
second as he became more alert, focusing on her. He grabbed on to
her upper arms in his excitement.

“Well....sort
of.....I would need to touch them again to be sure but....”
Noa fingered her lips in thought.

“Edward!
Do come see this WONDERFUL--” Ed shook his head at the woman
in dismissal and focused his attention on Noa.

“What
did you see?” Murmured Ed, as he locked on to her eyes. Ed
could hear Al telling Lady Rose to ignore his brother in a disgusted
tone of voice and try to divert her attention elsewhere.

“I
happened to knock into Mr. Maxton as we were on our way out last
night....Edward,” she placed her hands on his chest; he had to
understand how awful it was. “.... I saw blood, lots of it, on
the walls, the floor......” she paled visibly even with her
dark coloring, “but I don't know if it has anything to do with
what your looking for....” Noa studied her feet, letting her
hands fall to her side, upset that she had failed in her task to help
him.

“Hmm...”
Ed wondered if he should even bother to ask, but if it brought them
closer to finding the bomb... “would touching him again give
you a better picture?” Ed inquired, carefully watching Noa's
reaction. She looked truly horrified at the very thought of it, and
it was on the tip of Ed's tongue to tell here to forget it.

“I'll
do it.”

- - - -

Looks
like a lover's spat. Roy
thought bitterly as he glanced over his shoulder at the blond man
from last night and the woman who had found him. Must be
together, he reasoned,
they way he undid his pants in front of her after that attack, with
no hesitation..... He turned
away from the sight and causally, with no hint of the inner confusion
he was feeling, walked down the street away from the pair.

He
watched the way the man had tensed up after his return to the party;
the way he snapped at anyone who approached and how after his brother
had tried to talk to him about it, the way he'd come close to decking
him. Roy had wondered, that night, just what was going through his
mind. In fact, he'd hardly been able to keep his attention on
Asherton after that, too caught up with watching the man he had
saved.

When
the party started to wind down, Roy decided that he should leave as
well. He had learned all he was going to that night. Plus, the rest
of his team would have had ample time to complete their own mission
and were awaiting his return from the party.

Roy
checked his watch, it was only 9:30, but the day was promising to be
especially hot. Tugging at his shirt collar, Roy glanced from under
his fedora at the two as they stood in the middle of the street. The
triumphant look on the blond's face, the way his eyes were now
dancing with glee, it made something long dormant stir in Roy's chest
and he frowned at the unfamiliar emotion.

As
the group passed him, he strained to hear their conversation.

“......Do
you want to do this?” Roy could hear the blond ask.

“...Look
at this...” Someone else's voice.

“...I
will need.....” The blond's girlfriend said before the rest
was lost as they merged with the moving mass of bodies. Roy waited
for several minutes before he too, fell into the throng and followed
them. He used that time to wonder, yet again, if these brothers had
anything to do with the buyer's attempt to get his hands on those
plans. They just didn't seem to fit anywhere. Until he had other
evidence, they would, unfortunately have to be treated as suspects.

- - - -

God!......Ed
is being a bloody prat! Al
seethed. Something Noa had said, seemed to bring him out of his
........bitchiness, Al
latched on to the word smiling to himself as it seemed to perfectly
describe Edward's behavior lately. Not just now, but most of the
time he was a bitch to deal with, to live with, to be around......
He shot a glare at him, but he was too engrossed with talking to Noa
to notice. He seemed to be getting worse at controlling his mood
swings. Ed made it
really hard to love him sometimes.
Thought Al, as he walked beside Lady Rose.

“Alphonse,
let us start towards the car, I want to take you out to see the
pyramids. My husband is currently working on excavating the area
leading up to the tombs. We should be able to tour that site as well
as the pyramids. How does that sound?” Lady Rose peered at
the young man escorting her. He seemed troubled and agitated at his
brother who was being very rude, by the way. She had to make sure
that he was thinking only of her and a change of scenery would do
just that, she reasoned.

“Great!”
Agreed Al, as he forced a smile for her. The sooner they were done
here, the sooner he could have it out with Ed.

“Edward!
Oh, Edward,... Noa! We're heading to the car now.” Lady Rose
waved at the pair, who had their heads together as she called to
them. Edward looked towards her, and she noted a brief flicker of
distaste before his face became passive. Like
he could goad me into expressing me feelings as blatantly as that.
She scoffed.
She was an expert at schooling her body language to convey nothing
of her true thoughts or feelings.

Al
felt the Lady Rose weave her arm in through his as she led him
towards her limo parked at the other end of the market. He tried to
make the blush that was threatening to spread all over his face go
away. Something about her today, was different. Must be
her perfume, Al reasoned, I
keep catching these whiffs of something........ intoxicating.

Looking down from his
5'8" at the small woman, Al couldn't help the deep inhalation as
the wind lifted more of her scent to him.

“Al,
what would you like to see after this?” Lady Rose inquired,
completely aware of the innuendo. Nothing in her manner showed that
she had heard him but she couldn't help the almost feral grin that
tugged at her lips. Oh
yes, there were definitely things she would like to show him. Things
that she was sure that he would like very much.

- - - -

Having made tentative
plans to get Noa near Mr. Maxton and talking himself out, Ed walked
behind their group, bringing up the rear. Noa and Al were walking
together, trying to figure out what purpose the pyramids could have
severed and the Lady Rose was listening to their debate with obvious
interest. He was starting to feel left out, but not so much as to go
anywhere near Lady Rose.

The
pyramid site was actually quite busy despite the growing heat of the
day. Flicking open the first two buttons on his shirt, he pulled the
damp fabric off his body and fanned himself with it, creating
momentary relief. Al was lucky, he got to wear khaki shorts, but
because of his auto-mail, Ed was stuck with long pants and shirts.
Why did the people of this world have to be so closed minded?
Intolerant bastards! He
mentally spat.

They
still had a ways to go before they would be at the base of the
pyramids and the small army of archaeologists and workers that had
set up residence in the area leading up to them made it slower to get
there. Their haphazard placement of tents and equipment made it
rough to find your way, but Lady Rose seemed familiar with everything
and everyone here, probably due to some connection with her husband.

Pausing
under one of the tents awnings, Ed tried to think cool thoughts. He
pulled off his left glove and shoved it in his pocket, wishing he
could shed more. He then pulled out his pocket watch to check the
time. Al had said that this would only take about two hours and then
they would spend the rest of the day following up on their clue.
Snapping open the watch face, Ed saw that it was already and hour and
a half PAST what Al had promised.

Stupid,
fucking,.....tall.......AL! He
gripped the watch face in his hand. Today's heat and the frustration
from getting knocked out last night was really making him want to
punch something. Who was that person who rescued me?
Ed wondered for the millionth time.

When someone bumped into
him from behind, Ed thought all his Christmases had come at once. He
whirled around, eager to tear a strip off the wayward individual, but
who ever it was just brushed past him. He felt the ring of his watch
chain tug at his waistband and he looked down in time to see the
small circle of metal break away from his pants and the watch
snatched out of his hand. His anger forgotten for the moment, Ed
followed the ring that was attached to his watch, vanish into the
crowd.

“H-he-hey!
Come back here!” Ed dove after the thief. “Stop! Get
back here!”

“Ed--
Wha..?” Al looked up from his debate, shocked to see his
injured brother run past like he was back to normal.

“That
guy stole my watch, get 'im!” Ed yelled, pointing at the back
of the pick-pocket and Al dove after his brother in pursuit. The guy
was fast, and although Ed started to lag behind, he was determined to
catch the shitty thief and pound the crap outta him.

Dodging the tourists and
the archaeologists, Ed nimbly navigated the tents and human
obstacles. It actually felt good to be able to exert himself once
more. He reveled in it.

“Ed,
I don't see him!” Al called, he fell behind as he dodged a fat
old lady and her escort.

“He's
just gone 'round that red tent!” Ed looked back at his brother
and pointed the way. “Over there.” Al nodded and
sprinted ahead of him as he found an opening in the crowd.

“Ed!
Look out!” Al warned, pointing ahead of his brother.

Whipping his eyes to the
front, Ed saw a body appear out of nowhere. He tried to stop, but
his forward momentum was too great and he collided with it, sending
him bouncing off and into the sand to land on his butt.

“I'll
go on, Ed!” Al called at him, vanishing into the milling
people.

“Ow...owww.....”
He sat on the ground rubbing his bruised bum and glaring at the
person who dared to enter his path. He squinted up at the face of
the person, but with the sun back lighting him, he couldn't make out
who it was and the hat he was wearing created a deep shadow.

“Hey,
why don't you watch where you're going!” Ed spat at the
looming presence.

“I
could say the same to you.” His road block replied. Ed's
stomach heaved as a jolt of recognition tingled at his consciousness.
Aghast, Ed leaned to the side, removing the direct sun from his
eyes, in order to look on the speaker's face. The man tilted his
head making the fedora he was wearing appear to cover the left side
face, as he looked down on him.

“Close
your mouth. You're catching flies.” The man drawled. Ed
clicked his teeth together and continued to stare. “You must
like it down there.” The man observed, as he smirked at Ed.

“COLONEL!”
Shouted Ed as he re-gained his voice, “WHAT THE BLOODLY HELL
ARE YOU DOING HE--” Ed voice died away as he processed what
was just said. “HEY, YOU BASTARD! WAS THAT A SHORT JOKE! I
SO TOO GREW TALLER!”

“Tch!”
The man flinched and quickly looked around at the interested
bystanders. Grimacing, he reached down and gripped Ed's forearm,
hauling him to his feet and strode away pulling the loud mouth with
him, all the while keeping a firm hold of his arm, leaving the blond
to stumble to keep up to his long strides.

“Wha—aah!”
Ed protested as Colonel dragged him behind the many tents, away from
the crowds. Roy fervently hoped that his cover wasn't blown wide
open. Leading them deeper into the back 'alleys' of the tents, he
choose a winding and confusing path just in case.

“Wha—why--
how?” The man tugged on his arm, tripping up his feet as Ed
tried to compensate for the increased pace and forestalling any of
Ed's protests. “Colonel!” Ed dug his heals into the
sand and pulled him back, stopping them in an especially narrow
alley. “What's wrong? You're not shy of a fight? Why'd we
leave the street? How'd you get here? Did you open another gate?
Have you seen Winry? Was that you the other night?” Ed barely
made the torrent of questions stop as he waited impatiently for an
answer from his commanding officer. He didn't even consider that
this may not be the same Colonel Roy Mustang from his world.

Roy
turned around, letting the brim of his hat hide the man from view as
he listened to the string of questions. To be this close,
again....... thought Roy, he was
sure he could feel the body heat coming off the blond in their narrow
confines. Just what was he talking about, a gate? And the way he
was going on,......maybe he's not quite right in the head; an escapee
from the asylum?

“Colonel
Mustang?” Ed tried to look under the hat to make sure it
really was him, the man was acting strange. He would have insulted
his size by now or said some smart ass comment about how much work he
was causing him.

“The
name's CAPITAN Roy Taylor.” Corrected Roy, finally looking the
man in the eyes; those golden eyes searched his own looking for
something, but Roy couldn't tell what. Just how did he
know about 'mustang' anyway? I never told anyone about that.

Ed
frowned, that's Roy
alright, but his left eye is still there, and he's diffidently not
acting like the Mustang I know.
“Did the gate do this to you? That fucking
whore!......Colonel, how long have you been here? When did you cross
over? Is that gate still open? Because maybe we can make that
bastard give you back your memories--”

Roy
quirked an eyebrow at the blond, yup, mental,
he decided. Too bad.....
although just what was bad about it, Roy didn't want to know.

“It
seems that you've somehow gotten out of the Cairo asylum,--”

“Eh?”

“--and
it's my civic duty to make sure you get back there safely. Let's
go.” Roy gripped his upper right arm; he paused, taken off
guard momentarily by the hard, metal reminder of this guy's
mutilation. Undaunted, he tugged the man forward.

“Eh!”
Surprised and unstable, Ed fell onto the man he believed to be Roy
Mustang. His free arm flailed as he sought something to grab on to,
and the only thing solid and close was Mustang, himself. Ed gripped
onto his right shoulder with his ungloved hand, using it to brace
against a fall.

Roy instinctively caught
the off-balance man in his arms, restoring equilibrium to them both.
No one moved.

Roy's right hand was
splayed across the back of the blond and it twitched to slide along
the spine. He gripped the metal arm in his other hand tighter,
willing his body to not betray him and take liberties like he done
with Jimmy. The heat from the blond's hand on Roy's shoulder sent
waves of electricity from the point of contact throughout his body.

As Roy listened to the
unsteady breathing of the smaller man and he wondered if his sounded
equally uneven. He finally looked down at the bowed head almost
resting on his chest and knew for sure that his breathing was ragged,
he could hear it.

Ed tensed as the hand on
his back flickered lower and stilled. Slowly, he raised his head to
look into his commander's black eyes. He could feel the heat
blossom across his cheeks and could do little to stop it.
Embarrassed that he may think him a child for blushing, Ed pulled
away from the impromptu embrace. He took a step back towards the
tent, willing to trap himself against it, if it meant that he could
appear more in control of the situation. As Ed took another step the
arm around his back tightened, preventing further escape, and his
cheeks got redder.

“...........Colonel...?”
Ed whispered in a shaky voice. The man's eyes got even darker if
that was possible.

- - - -

“Where's
Edward?” Al inquired, breathing heavily from his sprint as he
caught up with Noa and Lady Rose resting under a tent awning, sipping
cool water. He eyed it greedily, but made no move to pour any for
himself.

“He
was with you.” Said Noa. “Wasn't he?” Concerned
now, she scanned the crowds of people currently making their way to
the shade of their tents to pass the noonday heat in stillness.

“Yeah,
but he crashed into someone and fell behind. I lost him after that.”
He informed them, rubbing a hand through his short, damp, sandy
hair. His eye's flickered over to the water and back to the women in
front of him.

“My
dear, should we ask some of the men here to have a look for him?”
Lady Rose suggested, although she made no move to get up and locate
said men.

“I
suppose so....” Al checked the time on his brother's recovered
watch. It was just after one, and it was as hot as it was going to
get, or so he hoped. “I need a drink.” Stated Al, he
was just too thirsty to ignore it anymore, it didn't matter that it
was impolite.

“Over
here, dear, some cool water for you.” Lady Rose handed him a
clear glass from the table behind her. “The owner of this tent
has graciously offered it to us to rest the noon hour away in, as
well as plenty of water.” Nodding his thanks, Al downed the
water in two gulps. “More?”

“Yes,
please.” Al gasped, handing the glass back to the Lady Rose,
breathless from trying to absorb the moisture his body craved.

“Was
there much trouble in getting Edward's watch back?” Noa asked
after Al's third glass of water.

“Just
a little,” he gasped, wiping the small dribble of water what
escaped his mouth from his lips with the back of his hand, “the
thief was pretty happy to get away with out a serious beating. He
kept saying not to cut his hand off....strange eh?”

“Alphonse,
here, thieves have their hands cut off in punishment.” Lady
Rose informed him. She was openly admiring the sheen on his skin
from his exertions and the way tendrils of hair clung to his face,
despite his attempts to dislodge it. She watch avidly as a drop of
sweat rolled down his cheek and then down his neck into the top of
his shirt.

“Whoa,
that's harsh.” Said Al, shocked at the brutality of it. “Well
anyway, let's give Ed a few more minutes before we send out the
cavalry.”

- - - -

“Ah!
Edward Elric, we finally meet again. It will be my pleasure to look
on you and your fine, ha ha, unique body.” A heavily
accented, sickly sweet voice, drawled. “You were quite hard to
find after your, ha ha, quick escape from the crowd.”

Ed's whole body reacted
to the sound of that voice. He couldn't stop the tremor that passed
through out his frame, and he saw that the Colonel felt it too. He
watched as Roy's face reacted to his own, repulsed expression.

Roy reluctantly dropped
his arms around the blond, and stepped in front of him, blocking him
from seeing the speaker and quickly drew his fire arm from under his
light jacket, aiming it at the intruder.

“Mus....tang...”
Ed whispered as he looked at the back now protecting him from the
man that was stalking him.

“There
is no where you can go, Mr. Elric, that I will not follow. Edward,
ah, you smell so sweat.” The Seniore inhaled the air, rubbing
a hand down his trim chest, stopping just short of his groin. “You
will be king of my harem.”

“Who
is this guy?” Roy mumbled over his shoulder while keeping his
eyes on the man in front of him.

“He's
one sick FUCK!” Ed mumbled back as he looked at Roy's profile
as he talked, “He's some officer in the Italian army, and he
likes guys like me.”

“Like
you?”

“You
know, like...... sexually, but.... in a gross way. Don't make me
explain it, just shoot him!” Ed pointed at the Seniore who was
leering at him and licking his lips. Ed's lips curled away from his
teeth in a silent snarl which made the Seniore's eye lighten even
more. Ed felt like he was going to be sick.

“Sexually?”
Asked Roy, in disbelief.

“Yeah.....I
think...... I'm going to be sick...” Ed groaned as he clasped
his stomach. Roy mentally winched at his reaction, if he was going
to be truthful with himself, which he hadn't been lately, he had been
having the very same thought. No chance....
The Seniore took a step towards them, leering at Ed, and completely
un-fazed by the gun pointed at his head.

“Hold
IT!” Roy warned as he flicked the safety off on his gun.

“I
would not, ha ha, advise that. Look behind you.” The Seniore
nodded in their direction. Ed did just that; behind him, his
tormentor, the giant, had a hand gun leveled at them.

“Ah,
Fuck!” Ed cursed.

“What
is it?” Roy inquired as he kept his eyes on the man in front
of him.

“The
guy who broke my ribs, has got a gun pointed at us.” Ed
informed him. Roy glanced over his shoulder and saw the giant from
last night. Half of his face was wrapped in oozing bandages as well
as the whole of his left arm. He growled at Roy when he turned to
look.

“That's
also the guy that sucker punched you last night.” Roy informed
the man beside him.

“AH-HA!
So it was you I saw last night!” Shouted Ed, completely
forgetting about his stomach and stepped into the Colonel's line of
sight and grinned up at him, triumphant.

“I
never said it wasn't. You just assumed that,” said Roy,
looking down into the blond's grinning face; he couldn't help smile
back, “and you know what they say about assuming?”

“What?”

“You'll
make an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'”

“Eh?
Was that a joke?” Ed quirked an eyebrow at the Colonel. “It
wasn't very good, you know.”

“Er....
excuse me...” Seniore tried to interrupt, feeling put out by
the way his future bed mate was ignoring him in favor of the ugly man
beside him. The Seniore glanced at Eberhard, the giant. He was
scratching his undamaged side of his head with his free hand, looking
very confused and unsure of what to do now. The Seniore knew that he
was hardly any good with Italian, but English was only a rudimentary
understanding at best.

“Well
the situation is sort of tense so that's all I could come up with.”
Roy shrugged his shoulders. It was almost like they were alone they
way they were carrying on with on another.

“What's
that? An excuse! I think hell just froze over.” Retorted Ed,
and smiled at the man in front of him.

“What's
that supposed to mean?” Roy lowered his gun, flicking the
safety on, and turned to face the smaller man.

“Well
you're always letting other people take the fall, I think the gate
addled your brains if you're admitting defeat now.” Ed pointed
at his chest, almost touching him. He could feel the return of his
blush and he fought for control before it could manifest itself.

“Teh!
I don't know where you get off thinking that.” Roy placed his
hands on his hips and glared at the blond.

“So,
never mind that, how'd you get your alchemy to work here?” Ed
was truly puzzled now, as he waved off their banter. Time to get to
the important stuff. He did see fire after all, lots of it.

“Alchemy?
I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Eh!
But I saw fire, how'd
you do that unless it was with alchemy?”

“Like
I said, I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Now?”
Ed asked. Roy nodded. Grabbing his hand, Roy dashed off between
the tents leaving their would-be captors behind with a shout.

- - - -

Kevin
looked up and down the street once more, trying, unsuccessfully to
look for his Captain. If he had gotten into some sort of trouble,
then he couldn't abandon his post to help, Roy would be on his own.
He had to watch their ever growing list of suspects; which now
included two brothers, a woman and a child as well as the buyer and
his wife. Did it ever stop? Is this what I wanted when I
signed up for this? Army life was so much simpler...... I wonder if
they'll take me back. I don't know if I can handle all this
intrigue.

Their mission last night
to dive and sweep the Earl's office and residence had been a success.
Invoices, correspondence, and incriminating documents had been
discovered in both places. Highly advanced photograph equipment had
been given to them especially for that night and they made sure to
get it all.

It wouldn't be long
before they would be taking him down.

- - - -

“In
here!” Roy hissed as he shoved Ed into a tent. He was pretty
sure they had lost those two, but he didn't want to take any chances.
He pushed the blond further back into the corner by the door and
stood in front of him as he peeked out.

It was a good thing that
Roy had grabbed onto the blond's arm because he had quickly tired and
he would have gotten caught for sure. Roy watched the tent opening
for signs of pursuit as he listened to the harsh breathing behind
him.

Ed
was currently bent double, trying to calm his ragged breathing. The
pain in his chest was more like an ache then real pain. Ed took that
as a sign that it would soon be time to get back in shape. Clearing
his throat as quietly as possible, Ed looked at the Colonel's back.
He really wasn't sure what to make of how protective the Colonel was
being of him.

“Colonel?”
Ed whispered.

“Captain.”
Roy corrected.

Ed
ignored what the other man was trying to tell him in favor of getting
to the bottom of all his many questions. “Just what are you
doing here? I haven't seen you in two years and you're acting like
you don't know me! How is it you got here?” Ed waited for the
Colonel to respond, but all he did was look out the tent opening.
“Col-onel.” Ed growled.

“Shhh!
They're coming.” Roy turned around and taking a hold of the
smaller man's shoulders steered him towards the back of the tent. At
the very back, Roy raised his hand and while the man was looking at
his feet, so he wouldn't trip on all the junk in here, brought it
down hard on the base of his neck.

“Ugh!”
Ed felt his body go limp and the last thing he saw was the ground
coming towards him.

Sighing,
Roy looked down at the man he rescued twice in as many days, as he
lay in a heap on the floor. He was in serious jeopardy of destroying
the whole mission single handily. Even if this guy was crazy, he was
very amusing. He crouched next to his head, lifting a stand of hair
off his face and tucking it behind his ear. In another life they
could have been friends.

Roy
went back to the tent entrance and scanned it again for their
would-be pursuers, it was still empty. The owner of the tent would
return soon and they would make sure the sleeping blond made it back
to his girlfriend safely. He took one last look around before
slipping out and disappearing.

-- To
be continued –
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- 8
- 9
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A Little Light of Love