Title: Due Credit
Author: Jordanna Morgan (librarie@jordanna.net)
Archive Rights: Please request the author’s consent.
Rating/Warnings: G.
Characters: Mustang, Edward, Hawkeye.
Setting: Fairly early in Ed’s State Alchemist career.
Summary: Ed thinks he has the solution for a certain mistaken-identity problem.
Disclaimer: They belong to Hiromu Arakawa. I’m just playing with them.
Notes: Written for the prompt word “Paper” at Fan Flashworks.


Due Credit


“You’re ten minutes late, Fullmetal,” said Roy Mustang, as Edward Elric burst into his office.

As usual, Ed offered no apology. “I had a little something to finish. Now nobody will ever mistake Al for the Fullmetal Alchemist again!” he declared triumphantly—as he thrust out a small piece of red paper at the Colonel.

Mustang blinked at the item. It was a nicely textured rectangle of red cardstock, with a flamel cross and the words MAJOR EDWARD ELRIC – THE FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST emblazoned upon it in black, in glossy raised letters. Presumably it was something Ed had created himself with alchemy, but it certainly looked as nice as any work from a professional printing shop.

“A calling card?” Mustang asked, bemused.

“Exactly! I’ll just hand these out to the dumb yokels we run into, before they have a chance to think Al is the State Alchemist. Problem solved!”

Somehow, Mustang resisted a roll of his eyes. He heard a faint cough from the direction of Riza Hawkeye’s desk, but he avoided glancing over at her.

After that, the Colonel proceeded to give Edward a briefing for his next mission. Ed was typically unamused by the assignment—but still far too gleeful about his calling cards. He was smirking and shuffling a stack of them when he left the office.

The door had barely closed behind Fullmetal when Lieutenant Hawkeye spoke up.

“Did it also occur to you that without his picture on those cards to physically identify him, some people might assume Ed is just handing them out for his ‘big’ brother?”

“Yes,” Mustang replied, with an evil grin twitching his lips. “It did.”

“…You’re not going to point that out to him, are you?”


© 2017 Jordanna Morgan