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scriveynerTitle: Betrayal
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 1149
Summary: “Give me vengeful spirits, fucking stank-ass ghouls, hell I’ll even take demons,” Ed groaned into his hands. “I don’t want to do this.”
Ed sat in the Impala, both hands on the steering wheel. He had turned the car off, mainly to save gas while he dicked about being indecisive. It was in those twilight hours as street lights flickered on and the last vestiges of daylight crept off beyond the horizon. The chill of winter still clung to the air, but it was not as potent as it had been in weeks past – the hint of spring had started, even if its only visible trace currently was the slightly longer days.
He had taken the longest possible course to get here, and yet here he was. Ed drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, thought about getting out of the car, and then slumped back in the seat and sighed deeply.
Life was just complicated, that was all there was to it. After everything he had seen, after everything he had been through, even the thought of this gave him pause. Relationships were a hard thing to maintain, they were actively discouraged in this business and for good reason. If Ed wasn’t who he was, he would have been dead so many times over it didn’t even bear thinking about it.
Before he had walked away from so many relationships. They hadn’t even really been relationships in that sense – a week or two at most, more like one-night stands or the occasional weekend fling. He had never really bothered to get to know people, because there was always the next job.
But then there was Winry, whose path crossed with his. She was in the same business, and held no illusions about the life they lived. They had clicked, on a superficial level and maybe a little bit deeper than that. Maybe it had just started out as sex, but soon it had moved on to something a little bit more than that.
Then he went to hell, literally, and when he came back from that he couldn’t just look her up and act like nothing had happened. Everything had changed, everything – and Roy walked back into his life then.
Roy, who he could turn to when his own brother was acting hinky. Roy who he could trust, with all of this – the angels, the demons, his own nightmares and tortured mind. It was Roy who held him through the night when his nightmares pulled him screaming awake, it was Roy who had his back and comforted him.
When they had sealed Lucifer in the pit, it was Winry who provided a stable life for him, and Roy who kept him sane. They were a binary set, something for him to orbit around and keep himself focused. They were so tight, how did they fall so far apart?
Because relationships like theirs were nice things, and if there was one thing that the universe had proved as a constant, it was that Elrics were simply not allowed to have nice things.
And so things had fallen apart. Leviathans and Purgatory and now, dealing with prophets and Gates and so many things it made Ed’s head spin. Winry had punched him, the last time he saw her. And Roy….
Ed groaned, and set his forehead on his hands. Maybe it was a mistake to come here, to try this again. Roy had slammed the door in his face, would not open it again and Ed had had to back down, he had to walk away. It drove another crack through his already fragile heart, but they just did not have the time to deal with it before. Now … now on the half-baked, nearly invented premise the get Ed out of Al’s hair for a few days he had driven halfway across the country only to sit out on the street as dusk fell and bang his head into the steering wheel a few times.
“Give me vengeful spirits, fucking stank-ass ghouls, hell I’ll even take demons,” Ed groaned into his hands. “I don’t want to do this.”
A light came on in the house and that caught his attention. Ed looked up, stared at the small home that housed one of their few allies, and sighed deeply. Eventually someone was going to see a creepy man in a classic muscle car just sitting in the street talking to himself and would call the cops, so it was now or never.
Ed didn’t bother with the doorbell, and just knocked on the door. There was a long bout of silence – Ed still did not see any cameras, but he figured Roy checked out one of windows – and the door opened.
Roy Mustang in the doorway, looking just as Ed remembered him. Not drunk off his ass like the last time, but clean-shaven and wearing a fresh change of clothes. Ed stuck his hands in his pockets and smiled at Roy, beaming a little to see him looking better. “Hey,” he said.
“Uh, hi,” Roy said carefully. “What are you doing here, Ed?”
“I need, well, we need your help.” Ed inclined his head back toward the Impala. “You should see this place, Al is up to his eyebrows in books five times his age, and-”
“Roy? Who’s at the door?”
The woman’s voice was unfamiliar, and the words died on Ed’s tongue. Roy glanced back over his shoulder, and then looked back to Ed. “I’m sorry,” Roy said quietly. “You should go.”
“Roy,” Ed said desperately.
“I’m sorry,” Roy said again, and shut the door.
Ed stood on his stoop a long minute, all his words turned to ash in his mouth. He could bang on the door, he could yell, make a scene – wasn’t Roy his, first? - and in the end, all he could do was turn and walk slowly back to the car. He sat in the driver’s seat, numb now, and stared at the light coming through the dining room window, bright even through the drawn curtains.
He was too late.
The words still burned in his throat and he swallowed past them, and stared straight ahead. He was strangely numb – maybe he would be angry later, screaming his rage into the night – or maybe it would just be sorrow drowned in alcohol. His last solace was gone now, just like that – taken from him not by demons, not by leviathans or spirits or angels – but by nothing more than the passage of time.
Ed started the car, and drove off into the night.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T
Length: 1149
Summary: “Give me vengeful spirits, fucking stank-ass ghouls, hell I’ll even take demons,” Ed groaned into his hands. “I don’t want to do this.”
Ed sat in the Impala, both hands on the steering wheel. He had turned the car off, mainly to save gas while he dicked about being indecisive. It was in those twilight hours as street lights flickered on and the last vestiges of daylight crept off beyond the horizon. The chill of winter still clung to the air, but it was not as potent as it had been in weeks past – the hint of spring had started, even if its only visible trace currently was the slightly longer days.
He had taken the longest possible course to get here, and yet here he was. Ed drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, thought about getting out of the car, and then slumped back in the seat and sighed deeply.
Life was just complicated, that was all there was to it. After everything he had seen, after everything he had been through, even the thought of this gave him pause. Relationships were a hard thing to maintain, they were actively discouraged in this business and for good reason. If Ed wasn’t who he was, he would have been dead so many times over it didn’t even bear thinking about it.
Before he had walked away from so many relationships. They hadn’t even really been relationships in that sense – a week or two at most, more like one-night stands or the occasional weekend fling. He had never really bothered to get to know people, because there was always the next job.
But then there was Winry, whose path crossed with his. She was in the same business, and held no illusions about the life they lived. They had clicked, on a superficial level and maybe a little bit deeper than that. Maybe it had just started out as sex, but soon it had moved on to something a little bit more than that.
Then he went to hell, literally, and when he came back from that he couldn’t just look her up and act like nothing had happened. Everything had changed, everything – and Roy walked back into his life then.
Roy, who he could turn to when his own brother was acting hinky. Roy who he could trust, with all of this – the angels, the demons, his own nightmares and tortured mind. It was Roy who held him through the night when his nightmares pulled him screaming awake, it was Roy who had his back and comforted him.
When they had sealed Lucifer in the pit, it was Winry who provided a stable life for him, and Roy who kept him sane. They were a binary set, something for him to orbit around and keep himself focused. They were so tight, how did they fall so far apart?
Because relationships like theirs were nice things, and if there was one thing that the universe had proved as a constant, it was that Elrics were simply not allowed to have nice things.
And so things had fallen apart. Leviathans and Purgatory and now, dealing with prophets and Gates and so many things it made Ed’s head spin. Winry had punched him, the last time he saw her. And Roy….
Ed groaned, and set his forehead on his hands. Maybe it was a mistake to come here, to try this again. Roy had slammed the door in his face, would not open it again and Ed had had to back down, he had to walk away. It drove another crack through his already fragile heart, but they just did not have the time to deal with it before. Now … now on the half-baked, nearly invented premise the get Ed out of Al’s hair for a few days he had driven halfway across the country only to sit out on the street as dusk fell and bang his head into the steering wheel a few times.
“Give me vengeful spirits, fucking stank-ass ghouls, hell I’ll even take demons,” Ed groaned into his hands. “I don’t want to do this.”
A light came on in the house and that caught his attention. Ed looked up, stared at the small home that housed one of their few allies, and sighed deeply. Eventually someone was going to see a creepy man in a classic muscle car just sitting in the street talking to himself and would call the cops, so it was now or never.
Ed didn’t bother with the doorbell, and just knocked on the door. There was a long bout of silence – Ed still did not see any cameras, but he figured Roy checked out one of windows – and the door opened.
Roy Mustang in the doorway, looking just as Ed remembered him. Not drunk off his ass like the last time, but clean-shaven and wearing a fresh change of clothes. Ed stuck his hands in his pockets and smiled at Roy, beaming a little to see him looking better. “Hey,” he said.
“Uh, hi,” Roy said carefully. “What are you doing here, Ed?”
“I need, well, we need your help.” Ed inclined his head back toward the Impala. “You should see this place, Al is up to his eyebrows in books five times his age, and-”
“Roy? Who’s at the door?”
The woman’s voice was unfamiliar, and the words died on Ed’s tongue. Roy glanced back over his shoulder, and then looked back to Ed. “I’m sorry,” Roy said quietly. “You should go.”
“Roy,” Ed said desperately.
“I’m sorry,” Roy said again, and shut the door.
Ed stood on his stoop a long minute, all his words turned to ash in his mouth. He could bang on the door, he could yell, make a scene – wasn’t Roy his, first? - and in the end, all he could do was turn and walk slowly back to the car. He sat in the driver’s seat, numb now, and stared at the light coming through the dining room window, bright even through the drawn curtains.
He was too late.
The words still burned in his throat and he swallowed past them, and stared straight ahead. He was strangely numb – maybe he would be angry later, screaming his rage into the night – or maybe it would just be sorrow drowned in alcohol. His last solace was gone now, just like that – taken from him not by demons, not by leviathans or spirits or angels – but by nothing more than the passage of time.
Ed started the car, and drove off into the night.
