Chapter one: Hi, I'm Addie, and I'm your daughter

Roy's POV- Roy at age 22, in central in his office

A/n- Okay, so this story follows the manga and I guess brotherhood. I'm not too certain about the timeline so I'm just going to clarify some things first.1: Roy is 22 right now and Edward is 7, although he's not in the story yet. I know that if Adie is his kid he would have been only 15, but it's not that unrealistic, I mean, this is Roy we're talking about. 2: I know that in most EdxOC stories the oc is short, and in my story that's because I wanted him to be taller than her, I'm not trying to make her marysueish. 3: I have about 60 pages already written on nb paper so if I get good reviews ill keep posting. If you notice any errors in the timeline or if a character starts acting ooc then please review and I'll fix it. Like I said, I'm not certain about the timeline. Also, all the pages I have written so far are when Adie is a little girl so I guess this is kind of a prequel thing. I already finished writing this part so I should be working on when she's older soon. That will be a separate story so if you don't want to read about when she's a little kid you can skip it. That part wont be up for a while though. Thanks, and enjoy the story!

Night had crept up on me. The last time I had looked away from my papers and out of the windows behind my desk, the sun had been hanging high in the sky and the shadows had only just started to become longer than a few inches. Over the period of time where my gaze had been focused elsewhere, clouds had rolled in and now they took over the sky in angry, dark clumps that loomed above central threatening to rain down on it. Since the sun no longer shone there were no shadow, only those created by the artificial light of street lamps that lined central roads. My eyes were sore as they adjusted to the sudden change of scenery from small print.

I reached for my coffee cup, in desperate need of caffeine, and was disappointed to find that it's contents had been drained (a/n don't you hate when you try to drink from an empty cup? I do: D). I got up and headed toward the break room where I replenished my supply of coffee, and finally got my much-needed hourly dose of caffeine. After that I walked back down the silent halls, back to my office where nothing but paperwork awaited me. However, when I got back I was met with a rather unexpected interruption. Now, this particular interruption was only about 3 feet tall, had golden hair and black eyes that looked hauntingly like my own. Her outfit was simple- just a loose gray t-shirt and black shoes and pants. She also wore a small backpack that had clearly seen better days.

There was no way this kid was here on here own, she was probably here with her dad, so I looked around expecting to find a military officer. It wouldn't be the first time I forgot there was a scheduled meeting, which wasn't good if I wanted to keep my job. Not a lot of people will tolerate mistakes in the military, especially if you're young and easy to replace. My search ended in failure, as the little girl and I were the only ones in the office.

I was the first to speak. "Where's your dad, kid?" I asked. "If he wants to see me he'll have to come back later, I'm a little busy right now." She didn't move. She just stared at me, eyes glittering, though her expression was blank.

"My dad…" she started, "He's already here. In fact he just came in." I might have imagined it, but there was a hint of mischief in here voice when she said that. I looked at the door. It hadn't been opened since I came in (a/n- and here's where we meet the very dense side of Roy). She made her way over to my desk chair, hopped on, and made herself at home. I glared at her. She had a pen in her hand and as soon as she sat down, began scribbling all over some papers I had lying out on my desk. I recognized the papers instantly. They were the papers that made up the report I had been working on all day. That was when I snapped- I'd had enough of this child's antics. Who does she think she is? Just trotting in here, sitting in MY chair at MY desk drawing with MY pen all over MY REPORT!

I snatched her up by the back of her shirt and carried her (none too gently) to the door, out of which I promptly hurled her in a huff of frustration. "Get. Out. Now." I growled. And though I was thoroughly pissed off, it was only a child and I didn't want to frighten it, only make it go away (a/n- apparently she's an "it" now), so I was careful not to sound as angry as I really was.

She looked up at me like a sad puppy, and protesting her eviction said, "But I need to talk to you!" My eye twitched.

"I don't care."

"But it's really import-." I closed the door before I could here the rest. Satisfied that the problem had been taken care of I sat back down to the remains of my report, looking to see what was left and what could be salvaged. I lifted the almost-forgotten mug of coffee to my lips. The phone rang, and instead of refreshing coffee going in, and exasperated sigh came out. "What!" I said when I answered the phone, not happy to be interrupted again.

"Um, I'm sorry to bug you, Mustang, sir, but there's a little girl down here. She says she needs to speak to you…" I almost felt bad for the reception girl- but the sympathetic feelings were clouded of the mention of the young girl. The same young girl, I was sure, that I had just kicked out of my office.

"What does she want?" I said, humoring the girl. 'This had better be good.' I thought.

"She says…Well, sir, um, she says she's your daughter…" and suddenly the coffee cup- filled with the glorious coffee that I was destined not to drink- fell from my hands and onto the floor. I hung up, not wanting to here a word more. It was ludicrous, really, the Idea of me having a kid. At least that's what I told myself as I walked the familiar route from my office, to the lobby, where the doors would lead me out of central HQ. I didn't even notice the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps that echoed my own.

I got in a taxi and sat back in the seat, forgetting all about work and the little girl, even if it was for just a few moments. Maybe if I hadn't continued to ignore the small footsteps even after I got out of the taxi, I would have been less surprised when as soon as I opened the door to my apartment the same little girl who had been pestering me earlier stepped out from behind me and into the apartment as if she already lived there.

"What are you doing here? Did you follow me home?" I demanded. She acted as if she didn't even hear me.

"By the way, my name is Adrianne, but you can call me Adie." She said as she shrugged off her backpack off her small shoulders and made her way over to my couch, where she made herself comfortable.

"Look kid, you already bugged me at work, I don't need you in my house too! JUST GO HOME ALREADY!" I yelled.

Adie was shocked. I don't know what she expected, but it sure wasn't to be yelled at. She looked down with obvious hurt, tears forming at the brim of her eyes. I felt a small twinge of unexplainable panic at the thought of the small child crying. "I…I don't have a home to go to." She whimpered. My expression softened a little.

"Fine. You can stay here, but just for tonight. I don't want to be charged with kidnapping if your parents suddenly decide to show up. Tomorrow I'll take you to work with me and then were going to find your REAL dad. You can sleep on the couch. " Her face brightened up immediately and the panic that I felt earlier instantly vanished. I went to my room and changed out of my uniform into a t-shirt and sweats. When I came back out Adie had already fallen asleep, clutching one of the couch cushions like a teddy bear. I went to the closet and took out a soft dark red blanket and draped it over the sleeping child. She looked very peaceful, as if she could never be so irritating as she was earlier.

I walked back to my room and turned out the lights. I sighed. "Tomorrows going to be a long day." And then I too, fell asleep.