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Title; Firebreak
Rating; PG
Fandom; Fullmetal Alchemist
Summary; She'll step between him and his goal if she has to. And apparently she has to. Spoilers for chapter 94.
Wordcount; 455
She knew it was dangerous when they'd started. She'd seen the warning signs, seen the anger and the fire flash in his eyes when he said there was no such thing as a distinction between professional and private. It became part of the reason she was determined to follow him. She had to be a cool enough head for the both of them, able to step in when she needed to, able to step between him and his goal when he needed her to, whether he knew it or not.
That's how it had started. A wild goose chase for knowledge beyond their station. His personal need to find the murderer of his friend and war buddy.
Look where that had brought them: into the fray of a situation they'd been blissfully unaware of their entire lives. Things that didn't die if you shot them, conspiracies, impossible orders, fights for their lives. But the further they wound themselves into the net, the less she'd actually thought he would find what he had been looking for, even as it became more probable. Or perhaps it had merely been her own wishful thinking.
To hear the words that meant he'd found the killer of his friend was a blow in more ways than one. It revived the memory of the Brigadier General, seeing the image of Gracia Hughes twisted into Envy's hideous expressions, and it meant that she had to be ever more on her guard, and not just against Envy.
She had to watch the flames in his eyes.
She needed to make sure the flames in his eyes didn't burn too bright, too hot, or too much. And she knew they would, without intervention. He'd nursed this wound too long for it to have healed over with time. He'd kept this one fresh, and the anger he'd twisted inside himself was ready to spring out, lashing out at everyone.
She was ready. She'd be the firebreak.
This was no time to be obeying orders. She'd abandoned that role with this mission. He was her Colonel, and she was his Lieutenant, but her post sat empty, and the names were a mere reflection of their duty to each other. And duty meant she had to do whatever she had to.
She felt him cross the line, and knew he'd stepped too far down the path of revenge. She knew it was time for her to block his path.
This was not how to make the future a better place.
Gun snapped out, safety off, finger on the trigger, aiming at the back of his head. It was the same lethal aim she'd used on Envy, minutes before.
It was the only way to make him listen.
Rating; PG
Fandom; Fullmetal Alchemist
Summary; She'll step between him and his goal if she has to. And apparently she has to. Spoilers for chapter 94.
Wordcount; 455
She knew it was dangerous when they'd started. She'd seen the warning signs, seen the anger and the fire flash in his eyes when he said there was no such thing as a distinction between professional and private. It became part of the reason she was determined to follow him. She had to be a cool enough head for the both of them, able to step in when she needed to, able to step between him and his goal when he needed her to, whether he knew it or not.
That's how it had started. A wild goose chase for knowledge beyond their station. His personal need to find the murderer of his friend and war buddy.
Look where that had brought them: into the fray of a situation they'd been blissfully unaware of their entire lives. Things that didn't die if you shot them, conspiracies, impossible orders, fights for their lives. But the further they wound themselves into the net, the less she'd actually thought he would find what he had been looking for, even as it became more probable. Or perhaps it had merely been her own wishful thinking.
To hear the words that meant he'd found the killer of his friend was a blow in more ways than one. It revived the memory of the Brigadier General, seeing the image of Gracia Hughes twisted into Envy's hideous expressions, and it meant that she had to be ever more on her guard, and not just against Envy.
She had to watch the flames in his eyes.
She needed to make sure the flames in his eyes didn't burn too bright, too hot, or too much. And she knew they would, without intervention. He'd nursed this wound too long for it to have healed over with time. He'd kept this one fresh, and the anger he'd twisted inside himself was ready to spring out, lashing out at everyone.
She was ready. She'd be the firebreak.
This was no time to be obeying orders. She'd abandoned that role with this mission. He was her Colonel, and she was his Lieutenant, but her post sat empty, and the names were a mere reflection of their duty to each other. And duty meant she had to do whatever she had to.
She felt him cross the line, and knew he'd stepped too far down the path of revenge. She knew it was time for her to block his path.
This was not how to make the future a better place.
Gun snapped out, safety off, finger on the trigger, aiming at the back of his head. It was the same lethal aim she'd used on Envy, minutes before.
It was the only way to make him listen.
