FIC: Drivers Ed (FMA) (for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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ficwizeTitle: Drivers Ed
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: So not mine...
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A/N: Please excuse the punny title! I couldn't resist. June!Challenge: Day Three
Mustang had faced enemies armed with automatic weapons before without feeling the terror that was now gripping his stomach. He had ordered troops into battle without feeling the responsibility that weighted him down now. He had done things that he would never forgive himself for and he could only pray that this wouldn’t be added to that list.
Sitting at his desk, he took several deep and steadying breaths. He had to remember who he was! He was a Lt. Col. in the State Military! He was a decorated officer! He was the Flame Alchemist! There was nothing he couldn’t handle! At least, he prayed that was true.
“Get a grip, Mustang.” He ordered under his breath. “Now, take this project on like a strategy session. First, the personnel. Second, the equipment. Third, the training. Fourth…” he paused, swallowing. “Fourth, pray that the pipsqueak doesn’t kill you…”
As if he had heard Roy speaking about him, Ed shoved the door open without knocking. “Are you coming already?! I haven’t got all day to wait on you!”
Roy stood up, taking his gloves more out of habit than any real belief that they’d do any good. “Fifth, try not to kill the pipsqueak.”
“What?” Ed looked back over his shoulder at Roy’s muttering.
“Nothing.” Roy forced a smile on his face. “I was just thinking how much I was looking forward to this.”
Ed grunted and narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t have to volunteer. You could have ordered some one else to do it, you know.”
“Never send your men into a danger you’re not willing to face yourself.” Roy was only half joking, but it sent Ed into a frenzy of anger all the same.
“Yeah?! Well I think I know how to drive already anyway! If you’d just sign the license, I wouldn’t need lessons!”
“Pass the test, kid, and you’ll get a license.”
“Who are you calling kid?” Ed’s temper, always on a short leash, flashed to the surface and Roy sighed.
“You. You’re only sixteen, remember?”
Ed growled, but there wasn’t a lot he could say to rebut the cold hard truth. “Old enough to be a dog of the military, but not to drive?”
“Look, Full Metal, just pass the damn test…” Roy’s mouth quirked up in a grin. “If you can see over the steering wheel, that is.”
“Are you calling me SHORT?!” Ed’s fit was luckily interrupted by their arrival at the car. Casting one last longing glance towards the safety of the barracks housing troops preparing for deployment, Roy opened the door and shoved Ed in.
“Just try not to kill us both, please.” Mustang walked around to the passenger seat and got in. Looking out of the window, he saw Hawkeye watching him with a completely neutral expression on her face. Suddenly, even as Ed was revving the engine with a horrid squeal of grinding metal, Roy wondered if she would miss him should he not survive the next hour. Lifting one hand, he gave a casual salute that ended abruptly as his head snapped back against the head rest.
“EASE on the gas!” He shouted, all thoughts of Riza driven from his head as the car bucked forward, jumping a curb and sending three people diving out of the way to safety.
“I did EASE on the gas!” Ed shouted back, hands gripping the steering wheel like it was a living being that was fighting back with determination.
“Ahhh!!!” Roy’s eyes widened in horror as they sped straight towards an out building. “LEFT, LEFT!!!”
Obediently, Ed jerked the steering wheel hard… to the right… sending the car jumping over another curb and into a busy street. “Your OTHER left!!!” Mustang threw one arm forward, bracing against the dashboard, one leg holding him in place as his other arm yanked the seat belt around his middle.
“Why didn’t you say so?” Ed shouted back, grinning like a maniac as he piloted the car around another parked vehicle, jumping onto the sidewalk.
“Watch out for the PEOPLE!!!” Mustang was going to die. He knew he was going to die. There was no way he’d survive this, but he didn’t want the guilt of taking innocent bystanders with him.
“I AM!” Ed bellowed back, turning to glare at him. “QUIT screaming at me!”
“No, no! WATCH the people!” Mustang pointed out of the windshield with horror as the car barreled down the sidewalk and plowed through a fruit stand.
“Oh!” Ed turned to look out the side window. “Sorry!” He yelled out of the window even as Roy reached desperately for the steering wheel.
“You’re going to kill us both!!!”
“Don’t be so dramatic!” Ed yanked on the wheel, pulling it out of Mustang’s grip and spinning the car back into the street.
“Ahhhh!!!!” Roy couldn’t find the words to express his horror as he saw that, instead of people, the military vehicle was now hurtling towards a bus. “We’re going to die! We’re going to die!”
“WOULD YOU QUIT SCREAMING AT ME?!” Ed let go of the steering wheel to jab Mustang in the chest and only Roy’s reflexes let him get to the wheel in time to avoid a head on collision.
“BRAKE!”
“I’LL GIVE YOU A BREAK IN A MINUTE, YOU SMUG BASTARD!”
“Use the BRAKES!!!” Mustang didn’t care that his voice was a good octave higher than normal. He didn’t care that one of his underlings was insulting him at the top of his lungs, with the windows of the vehicle down so that people could hear. He didn’t even care that his glove, bearing the alchemical signal that allowed him to create and control fire, ripped off as Ed took control of the steering wheel again.
The fiery tempered teen glared over at Mustang, who was ashen and clutching the seat underneath him with all of his strength. Whether in obedience to Mustang, or for some perverse reason of his own, Ed hit the brake with both feet, sending the car into a skidding shuddering ricochet across the cobbled road. The car slid to a halt just short of the stone wall separating the road from the steep bank plunging down to the river.
Uttering a prayer of thanks to any deity who cared to listen, Mustang nearly ripped the door open and fell out to the ground.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Ed yelled, his face turning almost purple in anger. “Get back in here! You don’t get to leave until I pass this test and get my license!!!”
“You pass!” Mustang said the only thing that came to mind that would save him. “You pass! I’ll sign the paperwork the second I get back to the office!!!”
As suddenly as it had arrived, Ed’s temper fled. “Really?” That’s great!” He smiled, almost beatifically, at the shaken Colonel. “Why didn’t you say so? Get in! I’ll drive you back and you can give me my license.”
“Ahh, no!” Mustang managed to keep his voice from shaking. “That’s quite alright. A walk would do me some good. It’s only a few miles back to Headquarters. Go ahead. I’ll meet you there.”
A small voice in the back of Mustang’s mind accused him of cowardice as Ed revved up the car again. It told him that he would be responsible if anyone got hurt, even as the car tore across the square, people fleeing in front of it. Ed’s voice floated back to him on the wind, “GET OUT OF THE WAY, YOU IDIOT!!!”
Roy told the little voice to shut up and sticking his hands in his pocket, he started whistling as he walked leisurely across the square towards his home. He’d face the demons of hell before he’d get in a car with Ed behind the wheel again and people were just going to have to accept that.
Touching his forehead in a gesture of greeting, Roy smiled at an old woman on the side of the road. “It’s a beautiful day isn’t it? The sort that just makes you glad to be alive.”
Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist
Rating: PG
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: So not mine...
For:
funfiction at fic_on_demandRequest: http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_demand/564418.html
A/N: Please excuse the punny title! I couldn't resist. June!Challenge: Day Three
Mustang had faced enemies armed with automatic weapons before without feeling the terror that was now gripping his stomach. He had ordered troops into battle without feeling the responsibility that weighted him down now. He had done things that he would never forgive himself for and he could only pray that this wouldn’t be added to that list.
Sitting at his desk, he took several deep and steadying breaths. He had to remember who he was! He was a Lt. Col. in the State Military! He was a decorated officer! He was the Flame Alchemist! There was nothing he couldn’t handle! At least, he prayed that was true.
“Get a grip, Mustang.” He ordered under his breath. “Now, take this project on like a strategy session. First, the personnel. Second, the equipment. Third, the training. Fourth…” he paused, swallowing. “Fourth, pray that the pipsqueak doesn’t kill you…”
As if he had heard Roy speaking about him, Ed shoved the door open without knocking. “Are you coming already?! I haven’t got all day to wait on you!”
Roy stood up, taking his gloves more out of habit than any real belief that they’d do any good. “Fifth, try not to kill the pipsqueak.”
“What?” Ed looked back over his shoulder at Roy’s muttering.
“Nothing.” Roy forced a smile on his face. “I was just thinking how much I was looking forward to this.”
Ed grunted and narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t have to volunteer. You could have ordered some one else to do it, you know.”
“Never send your men into a danger you’re not willing to face yourself.” Roy was only half joking, but it sent Ed into a frenzy of anger all the same.
“Yeah?! Well I think I know how to drive already anyway! If you’d just sign the license, I wouldn’t need lessons!”
“Pass the test, kid, and you’ll get a license.”
“Who are you calling kid?” Ed’s temper, always on a short leash, flashed to the surface and Roy sighed.
“You. You’re only sixteen, remember?”
Ed growled, but there wasn’t a lot he could say to rebut the cold hard truth. “Old enough to be a dog of the military, but not to drive?”
“Look, Full Metal, just pass the damn test…” Roy’s mouth quirked up in a grin. “If you can see over the steering wheel, that is.”
“Are you calling me SHORT?!” Ed’s fit was luckily interrupted by their arrival at the car. Casting one last longing glance towards the safety of the barracks housing troops preparing for deployment, Roy opened the door and shoved Ed in.
“Just try not to kill us both, please.” Mustang walked around to the passenger seat and got in. Looking out of the window, he saw Hawkeye watching him with a completely neutral expression on her face. Suddenly, even as Ed was revving the engine with a horrid squeal of grinding metal, Roy wondered if she would miss him should he not survive the next hour. Lifting one hand, he gave a casual salute that ended abruptly as his head snapped back against the head rest.
“EASE on the gas!” He shouted, all thoughts of Riza driven from his head as the car bucked forward, jumping a curb and sending three people diving out of the way to safety.
“I did EASE on the gas!” Ed shouted back, hands gripping the steering wheel like it was a living being that was fighting back with determination.
“Ahhh!!!” Roy’s eyes widened in horror as they sped straight towards an out building. “LEFT, LEFT!!!”
Obediently, Ed jerked the steering wheel hard… to the right… sending the car jumping over another curb and into a busy street. “Your OTHER left!!!” Mustang threw one arm forward, bracing against the dashboard, one leg holding him in place as his other arm yanked the seat belt around his middle.
“Why didn’t you say so?” Ed shouted back, grinning like a maniac as he piloted the car around another parked vehicle, jumping onto the sidewalk.
“Watch out for the PEOPLE!!!” Mustang was going to die. He knew he was going to die. There was no way he’d survive this, but he didn’t want the guilt of taking innocent bystanders with him.
“I AM!” Ed bellowed back, turning to glare at him. “QUIT screaming at me!”
“No, no! WATCH the people!” Mustang pointed out of the windshield with horror as the car barreled down the sidewalk and plowed through a fruit stand.
“Oh!” Ed turned to look out the side window. “Sorry!” He yelled out of the window even as Roy reached desperately for the steering wheel.
“You’re going to kill us both!!!”
“Don’t be so dramatic!” Ed yanked on the wheel, pulling it out of Mustang’s grip and spinning the car back into the street.
“Ahhhh!!!!” Roy couldn’t find the words to express his horror as he saw that, instead of people, the military vehicle was now hurtling towards a bus. “We’re going to die! We’re going to die!”
“WOULD YOU QUIT SCREAMING AT ME?!” Ed let go of the steering wheel to jab Mustang in the chest and only Roy’s reflexes let him get to the wheel in time to avoid a head on collision.
“BRAKE!”
“I’LL GIVE YOU A BREAK IN A MINUTE, YOU SMUG BASTARD!”
“Use the BRAKES!!!” Mustang didn’t care that his voice was a good octave higher than normal. He didn’t care that one of his underlings was insulting him at the top of his lungs, with the windows of the vehicle down so that people could hear. He didn’t even care that his glove, bearing the alchemical signal that allowed him to create and control fire, ripped off as Ed took control of the steering wheel again.
The fiery tempered teen glared over at Mustang, who was ashen and clutching the seat underneath him with all of his strength. Whether in obedience to Mustang, or for some perverse reason of his own, Ed hit the brake with both feet, sending the car into a skidding shuddering ricochet across the cobbled road. The car slid to a halt just short of the stone wall separating the road from the steep bank plunging down to the river.
Uttering a prayer of thanks to any deity who cared to listen, Mustang nearly ripped the door open and fell out to the ground.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Ed yelled, his face turning almost purple in anger. “Get back in here! You don’t get to leave until I pass this test and get my license!!!”
“You pass!” Mustang said the only thing that came to mind that would save him. “You pass! I’ll sign the paperwork the second I get back to the office!!!”
As suddenly as it had arrived, Ed’s temper fled. “Really?” That’s great!” He smiled, almost beatifically, at the shaken Colonel. “Why didn’t you say so? Get in! I’ll drive you back and you can give me my license.”
“Ahh, no!” Mustang managed to keep his voice from shaking. “That’s quite alright. A walk would do me some good. It’s only a few miles back to Headquarters. Go ahead. I’ll meet you there.”
A small voice in the back of Mustang’s mind accused him of cowardice as Ed revved up the car again. It told him that he would be responsible if anyone got hurt, even as the car tore across the square, people fleeing in front of it. Ed’s voice floated back to him on the wind, “GET OUT OF THE WAY, YOU IDIOT!!!”
Roy told the little voice to shut up and sticking his hands in his pocket, he started whistling as he walked leisurely across the square towards his home. He’d face the demons of hell before he’d get in a car with Ed behind the wheel again and people were just going to have to accept that.
Touching his forehead in a gesture of greeting, Roy smiled at an old woman on the side of the road. “It’s a beautiful day isn’t it? The sort that just makes you glad to be alive.”
