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Unsettling Affairs	By : xkesshoux Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 12
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Each
individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings,
different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple
people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have
written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to
have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The
others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am
posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project
with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the
fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

A
Call to Arms

Rating:
PG
Pairings: Implied HavocxRoy and RoyxEd.
Disclaimer:
I don't own FMA.
Spoilers: None really.
Setting:
Central.
Timeline: Just before Ed was sent on the
mission that put him face to face with Kimbley. FLASHBACK. This
section and the next are purely for filling in a few details.

It was
Friday, and everybody knew what that meant: payday. Around about
quarter till five, their officegirl (they worked on individual
floors) always showed up with the envelopes. Stapled to said
envelopes was always a morass of extraneous paper. Work, fliers,
notices, memos, updates and the newsletter that some twit higher up
in Administration put out.

Havoc
didn’t even bother to look up when the stack of dead tree
slapped down onto his desk. He nudged it aside, still writing. Even
if he wasn’t busy, he’d still not be able to open it, due
to the unwritten law in Mustang’s staff pool, enforced by Havoc
himself: you weren’t allowed to open anything till after office
hours.

Mustang
poked his head out of his office for a moment to flash the pretty
young girl a dashing smile, but more importantly to gaze around at
his subordinates. Once the girl was gone, little floaty hearts and
all, he voiced his concerns. "I'm a bit surprised...has
Fullmetal not come to harrass me at least once today?"

"Haven't
heard anything," Havoc said abstractedly, checking the next
bloody dogtag. How he always got coerced into filling out death
certificates escaped him.

"You'd
think he would have noticed the--" As if on cue, the office door
buckled under the force of an automail foot and swung up with a
crash, a fuming, red-clad chibi huffing in the doorway.

"WHO
THE HELL HAD THE BRIGHT IDEA TO SWITCH MY TOOTHPASTE WITH GLUE!"

Snickers
circulated around the office pool. "Right on time," Farman
said, checking his watch.

The
snickers only caused the chibi alchemist to fume even more, why, you
could practically see the smoke pouring from his ears! For such a
tiny boy, Fullmetal had a very, VERY large voice when need be. He
spun around, coat fluttering with the abrupt movement, and slammed
the doors shut. With a clap of his hands, Ed had sealed the office
completely. "NOBODY LEAVES UNTIL I FIND THE SMARTASS WHO DID
IT!"

Roy in
the meantime had snuck back into his own office, packing up his
things to go home by means of the other door.

An
overloud bang echoed through the once- office-now-cave. Liza
holstered her still-smoking gun. "Major Elric, please have a
care for the people working. Lieutenant Havoc is working on some very
time sensitive documents and he cannot be disturbed."

Mustang
exited his office just in time to catch the most amusing scene he'd
been faced with all week. As if it weren't enough that he knew
exactly what Fullmetal was ranting about, Riza had predictably taken
care of the situation already. Roy had to hide his grin upon spotting
Edward standing there stock still and white as a sheet with a smoking
hole next to his head and his hair standing on end like a startled
cat. "If you wouldn't mind changing the door back now,
Fullmetal?"

Ed was
about to make a snappy retort when he could the split-second glint in
Roy's eyes and went a nice shade of crimson, turning around and
fixing the door only to run right out of it at high speed.

"See
you on Monday, sir," Havoc said, still scritching away with that
blasted fountain pen. "These'll be on your desk to sign."

Roy eyed
the stack and winced visibly. "Right... Don't stress yourself
too much, have a good weekend!" With that, he made a beeline for
the door, only to be stopped in his tracks by the sound of a safety
clicking off. The Colonel gulped, not moving.

"Where
are those papers that you were supposed to have signed?" Liza
asked in a tranquil voice.

Havoc
choked on his own tongue, trying not to laugh.

"I...uh...on
my desk, where else?" Roy still didn't turn around, ready to
make a run for it the second he got the chance.

"Are
they signed?" The entire staff hit the ground and hid under
their desks at the slightly menacing tinge to the formidable lady's
voice.

"Of
course!" The Colonel was wishing at that time that he didn't
have such a habit of instantaneous responses under stress. He was
already inching towards the door ever so slightly.

"Will
you go get them so Havoc can send them to Command?" The
slightest of clicks signalled the slack of her trigger being taken
up.

Panic. "I
thought that those documents didn't need to go out until Monday?"

"Change
of schedule," Havoc said, stapling a dogtag to yet another death
certificate. "Command wants them now."

Dark eyes
darted to Havoc with a look that screamed 'WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU
TELL ME THAT EARLIER I WOULDN'T HAVE PROCRASTINATED! (as much)'

The
object of Roy's fury just grinned and went back to work. "You
didn't ask."

Roy
immediately dropped his things next to the door and, hands up, slowly
backed right back into his office.

Liza
holstered her gun and locked the door. "Thank you, Havoc. I knew
we could get him to finish the work today if we played off his panic
instinct."

Havoc
chuckled, picking up his cigarette and tapping off the ash. "It
was priceless, Liza. Priceless."

As the
clock ticked past five, Roy was plotting revenge. Oh, and skimming
documents to sign, signing them, and getting ink all over his new
gloves. Damn leaky pens...

As the
time passed five-thirty, Fury looked up. "Who's going to clean
up this mess today? There are file folders everywhere."

En masse,
the staff looked at Havoc. "What?"

Sometime
around five forty-five, Roy was becoming very well accquainted with
the polished wooden surface of his desk.

As usual,
Liza was the last one out, save for Havoc. "Don't forget to put
a note on Farman's dustcover. The shift key is sticking."

Havoc
saluted, stacking the papers up neatly. "Sure thing. The spackle
is still in the utility closet, right?"

Did we
mention that Roy was getting to know his desk? Very, VERY well?

Havoc
suddenly remembered about his superior officer after refiling
folders, spakling up the newest bulletholes, and putting a sticky
note on the typewriter. He unlocked the door and poked his head in.
"Sir? Don't you have a date with Ed tonight?"

Roy
started, shaking his head a bit and absently wiping the drool from
the corner of his mouth. "Huh...?"

"You're
hopeless. Did you get everything signed?"

Roy
nodded absently. "Yeah...I think...Ed? He'd probably make me
sleep outside, seeing as he knows full well who switched his
toothpaste..."

"Yeah,
but we put you up to it. If anything, you can blame it on me."
There was a certain mischevious twinkle in his eye. "And if he
does kick you out..." the offer hung provocatively. "Anyway,
get going. I'm closing up for the weekend."

"Ah...I'll
keep that in mind..." Roy got to his feet, stretched, and
nodded, gathering up his things. "Oh...I was thinking about
getting a bite to eat on the way out, you hungry?"

"Sure."
He followed his superior through the office pool, snagging up the
paycheck. "You mind if I open this in your exalted presence? You
already know how much I get paid anyway..."

Roy
nodded, flicking off the lights as he opened the door. "You know
you're the only one that really supports that rule, Lieutenant."
It was in jest, though, as Mustang had a grin on his face.

"Some
people have less of a social life than others," Havoc said with
dignity, locking the door behind him. "Take, for instance, Fury.
He has more women in this base chasing after him than I do."

"That's
because he's baby cute, like Alphonse," Roy countered, lifting a
finger. "They probably would rather have him as a little brother
or a puppy dog and you know it."

"But
still, he has them and I don't. Hell, I think BREDA has more women
after him than I do..."

"You're
only saying that because you see every 'potential girlfriend' as
swooning over me, and thusly denote that none of them are after you,
making any man with a woman in his life fall into your category of
'having more women after him than you'..."

"The
condensed version of that tirade is that I have a romantic
inferiority complex?"

"I
suppose you could call it that." Roy turned a corner, heading
for the main doors. "I was thinking of stopping by that little
streetcorner coffee shop, they've got nice sandwiches, sound good?"

"Sure.
Just spare whatever feeling I have by not flirting with every female
in sight, will you?"

"I
can't help it if they think I'm flirting, Lieutenant." The
Colonel gave a nod and a smile to the giddy new receptionist, who
liked to have fainted on the spot.

Havoc
snorted. "Yeesh. She wasn't like that this morning..."

"I
can't imagine what could have come over her." Roy lifted a hand
to the guard at the gate, passing through to the outside without
another word.

Havoc
squinted up at the sky. "Damn, aren't we ever going to get any
rain? The family back home's swimming in it, and we're baking!"

Roy
shrugged, shaking his head. "It's a blessing to me, but I'm sure
the ground is more than loathesome of that." He glanced over at
the papers stapled to Havoc's envelope. "Nn? Isn't that the
Fuhrer's seal?"

"Huh?"
Havoc looked down. "By God, it is. 'Time Sensitive'. I guess
it's too much to hope that it's a promotion."

Roy
squinted. "I wouldn't think it would be if I weren't
informed..."

"That's
a disappointment. I'll open it at home. It can wait that long."

"Well
it's obviously not a newsletter or anything of the sort, or I would
have gotten one too... Damn, now I'm curious!" Roy chuckled
lightly, turning another corner and pulling out a chair at the corner
cafe, waving over the lovely waitress that seemed to have taken quite
a liking for her job since the Colonel had started dropping by for
breakfast.

Havoc
shook his head, grinning. "I'll let you know on Monday, how's
that?"

Roy
nodded after ordering, giving a noncommittal reply as he turned the
sealed letter over in his hands. It turned out he'd snatched it while
Havoc was taking a quick glance at the waitress.

"Give
that back, Roy," he said cheerfully, filtching it back. "You're
not going to find out until Monday, got that?"

The
smaller man plucked it from Jean's hands again, turning in his chair
to hold it out as he broke the seal and flicked the paper open with a
few deft movements. "Of course I'm not."

Havoc
grabbed it back and sat on it. "Yes you are. I want to tell my
new girlfriend about it before I tell my upstart commanding officer
about it," he said cheekily.

"Ah,
another new one, hm? What's her name this time? Patches?" Roy
nudged Havoc's groin lightly with the toe of his boot. "Come on
already...just a peek?"

Havoc
snorted, twisting out of the way. "What part of 'no' don't you
understand? And, no she's not a cat. Her name's Laura."

"Oh
really? News to me...sister? Cousin? Toddler you're babysitting?"
Roy wriggled one hand up under Havoc's ass, anything but subtly.

Havoc
grabbed Roy's hand, totally unfazed. "Watch it, you're getting a
few weird looks from the waitress," he said placidly. "And
NO, Laura is a smashing girl that I'm going to fall hopelessly in
love with to make the wrench of you whisking her away to a
dream-filled whatever completely unbearable."

"She
should know better, they all should really..." Roy shrugged,
scratching an array on the bottom of Havoc's chair and transmuting a
hole in it to catch the paper, at the same time succeeding in getting
Havoc rather stuck in said hole.

"Fuck
you," Havoc grumbled, extricating himself from the hole. "You're
paying for that, NOT me." He sat in another chair, this time
farther away. He made a grab for the paper.

Roy held
him back with a foot on his stomach, skimming the page. Slowly the
amused grin on his face faded to be replaced with a frown, brows
furrowing slightly as the entire atmosphere surrounding his person
grew unbearably dark.

Havoc
could feel his own brows snap together. "What's up?" he
asked warily.

"See
for yourself..." Roy dropped his foot, handing the paper over.

Havoc
took it, scanning it quickly. His frown deepened, then turned to
panic, then to fear as he reread it. "Shit!" He got up
abruptly, paper clenched in his hand. "Roy, please tell me you
knew absolutely nothing about this," he growled.

"Why
would I bother with a farce if I had known about it, Jean?" Roy
was currently rubbing his temples, well this had turned out to be a
hell of a day hadn't it...

"A
transfer to Ishbar, leaving tomorrow afternoon? Dammit, what are they
thinking?" He spun on his heel, entire body shaking with rage.

"You
saw the signature, did you not? I can't just drop a direct order from
the Fuhrer himself... I'll phone Hughes when I get home, have him
look into it, there's nothing more I can do..."

"No,
I have to go. They're pulling my entire company and I'm platoon
leader. I can't worm out of this one."

"I
know... The least I can do is give you a heads up as to what you're
going into and keep an eye on you while you're out there, Jean."

"It's
obvious. Negotiations? More like terrorist suppressions." He
grimaced at the surprised look on Roy's face. "Yes, I know
what's going on to an extent."

Roy
looked down, fists clenched so tight so quickly that sparks crackled
threateningly. "I think I'll take you up on that offer for
tonight..."

"God
knows you're welcome to it..."

"I'm
still going to be watching your back..." Roy stood, waving off
the waitress who'd brought his food and leaving a hefty tip along
with the fee for the meal uneaten. "Let's go..."

Please
review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will
be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;

This
section exists solely to point out the transfer order for Havoc.
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