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scriveynerTitle: Leap Year
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Roy, Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 328
Summary: "We've got a live one!"
It was amazing how much could change in just a few years’ time. Roy Mustang looked up from the report he had open on his desk and smiled, just slightly. Nick was leaning over Takeo’s desk, explaining something with his hands, the overhead light glinting off of the freshly polished automail. Takeo was arguing back, his glare directed straight at Nick, arms crossed over his chest defiantly.
They were not children any longer - not that they really were when they had stumbled into Roy’s office that first time, helped along by MPs unnerved at the memory of sunshine-bright hair and wicked amber eyes. But they had grown up strong and solid, and Roy had the feeling that if Edward could see what a man Nick had grown into he would be proud.
Nick straightened and gave an exaggerated sigh, running a hand through his bangs, brushing them back into his scalp - but he was smiling helplessly. Despite Takeo’s dour expression, a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as well.
The telephone rang on Roy’s desk, and he answered it without looking away. “Elric!” Roy barked and Nick looked over at him, eyebrows raised curiously as Roy scribbled something down on a loose sheet of paper.
“What’s up, boss?” Nick asked, and Roy handed off the note. "Got a live one?“
Roy nodded. "Can you handle it?"
Nick remembered even to throw a halfhearted salute before turning on his heel, reading the note Roy had written as his voice cut across the room, sharp and commanding. "Grab your gear; Takeo, do NOT forget your gloves this time, I mean it - Talvi, you’re on driving duty, we’ve got two dead State Alchemists and more illegal chimera loose than you can shake a stick at. Let’s go, people!”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Tobira no Mukou e
Characters/Pairing: Roy, Nick, Takeo
Rating: T
Length: 328
Summary: "We've got a live one!"
It was amazing how much could change in just a few years’ time. Roy Mustang looked up from the report he had open on his desk and smiled, just slightly. Nick was leaning over Takeo’s desk, explaining something with his hands, the overhead light glinting off of the freshly polished automail. Takeo was arguing back, his glare directed straight at Nick, arms crossed over his chest defiantly.
They were not children any longer - not that they really were when they had stumbled into Roy’s office that first time, helped along by MPs unnerved at the memory of sunshine-bright hair and wicked amber eyes. But they had grown up strong and solid, and Roy had the feeling that if Edward could see what a man Nick had grown into he would be proud.
Nick straightened and gave an exaggerated sigh, running a hand through his bangs, brushing them back into his scalp - but he was smiling helplessly. Despite Takeo’s dour expression, a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as well.
The telephone rang on Roy’s desk, and he answered it without looking away. “Elric!” Roy barked and Nick looked over at him, eyebrows raised curiously as Roy scribbled something down on a loose sheet of paper.
“What’s up, boss?” Nick asked, and Roy handed off the note. "Got a live one?“
Roy nodded. "Can you handle it?"
Nick remembered even to throw a halfhearted salute before turning on his heel, reading the note Roy had written as his voice cut across the room, sharp and commanding. "Grab your gear; Takeo, do NOT forget your gloves this time, I mean it - Talvi, you’re on driving duty, we’ve got two dead State Alchemists and more illegal chimera loose than you can shake a stick at. Let’s go, people!”
