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said_scarlett) wrote2006-07-28 01:23 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2006-07-28 01:23 pm
The Right Woman - Birthday Fic for Zinjadu!
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zinjadu! Sorry it's late, I hope you enjoy!
Title: The Right Woman
Author:theladyfeylene
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Havoc/Hawkeye
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1217
Summary: Havoc had never bothered to wonder why Hawkeye kept assuring him that there was a woman out there for him, as though she knew it for a fact.
He supposed he should be used to it by now. The rejection, the lack of phone calls, the excuses not to see him again. It wasn’t like it was anything new, but it still left him sulking and miserable. At this point it wasn’t even that it happened but that he couldn’t figure out why it happened. It was easy enough to blame the colonel, but Havoc knew damn well that Mustang’s charm and good looks couldn’t be the sum of all his relationship woes.
Was he really that bad a guy? He didn’t think he was. Hell, he did everything he could think of to be charming and sweet and a good date. He brought flowers. He held open doors. He complimented them. He took them to nice places. But it was always the same.
He didn’t know what he was doing wrong. And advice didn’t help - usually, it made things worse. And everyone was full of advice. It had become something of a ritual, really. Going out drinking and telling Havoc a doze different ‘sure fire ways’ to keep a girl.
He was starting to think that Breda didn’t know what ‘sure fire’ really meant.
At least he had the office to himself for the moment. He leaned back in his chair, cigarette dangling from his lips and eyes focused on the window. At least it was a miserable day, it complimented his mood. The rain was almost comforting, in a way.
“One of these days,” he muttered to himself, folding his hands behind his head. But that was story of his life, wasn’t it? It was always one of these days, never today and never tomorrow.
“Bad date?”
Havoc hadn’t even heard the door open. He lurched forward in his chair, the front legs hitting the floor with a loud noise.
“Uh, yeah.” he offered Hawkeye a weak grin. He was a bit embarrassed to be caught in melancholy reflection, honestly. It was easier to joke along with the other guys, make a big deal out of it and keep anyone from seriously deciding he needed pity or something like that. “What else is new?”
Hawkeye only shrugged and set down the files she was carrying. At least it had been her, and not Breda. She only watched him, her expression unreadable. Havoc flicked aside his cigarette and lit another one. She never bothered to give him advice, she just told him that he’d find the right girl eventually, that she was out there and she thought he was kind and a gentleman and maybe she’d never think he was all that bright but it didn’t matter much anyway…. He liked going out drinking with Hawkeye.
“Perhaps you should re-think the women you choose to involve yourself in,” Hawkeye said, mildly.
“What do you mean?” It wasn’t that Havoc was looking for advice, he was just curious as to what she meant by that. He had of course given thought to the idea that maybe it wasn’t him, but the pattern was much too large to blame every single girl he’d ever asked out on a date.
“What I said,” Hawkeye responded, lifting an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong with the girls I go out with?”
Havoc didn’t quite understand the small tightening around Hawkeye’s mouth. He was honestly curious! It wasn’t like he devoted his time to pursuing bimbos or loose women. Or at least he didn’t think he did. Sure, he wasn’t looking for a genius, but he’d gone out with some smart girls. And loose women… well, loose women made him a little bit uncomfortable. Maybe he was old fashioned.
“If you see nothing wrong with them, then I suppose there’s nothing wrong with them.” But there were unspoken words after Hawkeye finished speaking, and Havoc wished he knew what they were. He just wasn’t good at reading people.
“I just haven’t found the right girl,” he muttered, confused and feeling more morose by the minute.
“Then I’d suggest looking elsewhere for her,” Hawkeye snapped, and Havoc blinked. What the hell had he done to upset her?
“Well, gee, point me in the right direction and I’ll be a happy guy!”
“I’m beginning to see why you have such difficulty with women.” Hawkeye’s tone was dry, but Havoc swore he saw humor in her eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t quite find words. What was going on? And he knew something was, because he could feel it. The atmosphere in the office had changed, and Havoc was left struggling to keep up.
“Uh…”
“Never mind, Jean.”
“Okay….” Wait. Wait, wait, wait. She’d called him Jean. Not Havoc, not lieutenant, his first name. And she was watching him with quiet and amused eyes, and there was something almost sad in the way she stood. And then Havoc’s eyes widened in surprise, even as Hawkeye turned her attention to the files she’d set down upon first entering the office.
In Havoc’s mind, Hawkeye had always just been Roy’s. Because any idiot could see that their relationship was deeper than commander and subordinate, even if neither one of them would admit it. But whatever had been between them after everything went to hell, it was over now and no one talked about it. There was no reason to. It hadn’t changed anything that Havoc could see, and they both got along exactly the same, and Hawkeye had continued to be Roy’s. That was just how it was.
And now he thought back to the nights alone with her in bars, and her non-committal responses to his dating woes, and her constant assurances that there was a girl out there for him. Like she knew. And she said it like she knew because she did know, and Havoc couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized until now. Damn it, how could he be so stupid?
Because, his inner voice told him, she’s Roy’s, and you don’t mess with the colonel’s woman. But she wasn’t Roy’s anymore, and Havoc didn’t know what had happened but right at that moment he didn’t much care. Because Roy wasn’t here, and Roy could have any girl he wanted, and Roy had never had a problem with snatching up Havoc’s exes anyway.
Havoc cleared his throat and leaned forward, grabbing Hawkeye’s wrist cautiously. He half-expected a slap, but she didn’t move.
“I’m kind of an idiot, huh?” he said, quietly.
“You are,” Hawkeye said, without turning. She set her files back down first and glanced over her shoulder, her expression blank. And then it faded into a small smile. “But,” she went on, her wrist still held in his hand, “it doesn’t matter much.”
zinjadu! Sorry it's late, I hope you enjoy!Title: The Right Woman
Author:
theladyfeyleneFandom: FMA
Pairing: Havoc/Hawkeye
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1217
Summary: Havoc had never bothered to wonder why Hawkeye kept assuring him that there was a woman out there for him, as though she knew it for a fact.
He supposed he should be used to it by now. The rejection, the lack of phone calls, the excuses not to see him again. It wasn’t like it was anything new, but it still left him sulking and miserable. At this point it wasn’t even that it happened but that he couldn’t figure out why it happened. It was easy enough to blame the colonel, but Havoc knew damn well that Mustang’s charm and good looks couldn’t be the sum of all his relationship woes.
Was he really that bad a guy? He didn’t think he was. Hell, he did everything he could think of to be charming and sweet and a good date. He brought flowers. He held open doors. He complimented them. He took them to nice places. But it was always the same.
He didn’t know what he was doing wrong. And advice didn’t help - usually, it made things worse. And everyone was full of advice. It had become something of a ritual, really. Going out drinking and telling Havoc a doze different ‘sure fire ways’ to keep a girl.
He was starting to think that Breda didn’t know what ‘sure fire’ really meant.
At least he had the office to himself for the moment. He leaned back in his chair, cigarette dangling from his lips and eyes focused on the window. At least it was a miserable day, it complimented his mood. The rain was almost comforting, in a way.
“One of these days,” he muttered to himself, folding his hands behind his head. But that was story of his life, wasn’t it? It was always one of these days, never today and never tomorrow.
“Bad date?”
Havoc hadn’t even heard the door open. He lurched forward in his chair, the front legs hitting the floor with a loud noise.
“Uh, yeah.” he offered Hawkeye a weak grin. He was a bit embarrassed to be caught in melancholy reflection, honestly. It was easier to joke along with the other guys, make a big deal out of it and keep anyone from seriously deciding he needed pity or something like that. “What else is new?”
Hawkeye only shrugged and set down the files she was carrying. At least it had been her, and not Breda. She only watched him, her expression unreadable. Havoc flicked aside his cigarette and lit another one. She never bothered to give him advice, she just told him that he’d find the right girl eventually, that she was out there and she thought he was kind and a gentleman and maybe she’d never think he was all that bright but it didn’t matter much anyway…. He liked going out drinking with Hawkeye.
“Perhaps you should re-think the women you choose to involve yourself in,” Hawkeye said, mildly.
“What do you mean?” It wasn’t that Havoc was looking for advice, he was just curious as to what she meant by that. He had of course given thought to the idea that maybe it wasn’t him, but the pattern was much too large to blame every single girl he’d ever asked out on a date.
“What I said,” Hawkeye responded, lifting an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong with the girls I go out with?”
Havoc didn’t quite understand the small tightening around Hawkeye’s mouth. He was honestly curious! It wasn’t like he devoted his time to pursuing bimbos or loose women. Or at least he didn’t think he did. Sure, he wasn’t looking for a genius, but he’d gone out with some smart girls. And loose women… well, loose women made him a little bit uncomfortable. Maybe he was old fashioned.
“If you see nothing wrong with them, then I suppose there’s nothing wrong with them.” But there were unspoken words after Hawkeye finished speaking, and Havoc wished he knew what they were. He just wasn’t good at reading people.
“I just haven’t found the right girl,” he muttered, confused and feeling more morose by the minute.
“Then I’d suggest looking elsewhere for her,” Hawkeye snapped, and Havoc blinked. What the hell had he done to upset her?
“Well, gee, point me in the right direction and I’ll be a happy guy!”
“I’m beginning to see why you have such difficulty with women.” Hawkeye’s tone was dry, but Havoc swore he saw humor in her eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t quite find words. What was going on? And he knew something was, because he could feel it. The atmosphere in the office had changed, and Havoc was left struggling to keep up.
“Uh…”
“Never mind, Jean.”
“Okay….” Wait. Wait, wait, wait. She’d called him Jean. Not Havoc, not lieutenant, his first name. And she was watching him with quiet and amused eyes, and there was something almost sad in the way she stood. And then Havoc’s eyes widened in surprise, even as Hawkeye turned her attention to the files she’d set down upon first entering the office.
In Havoc’s mind, Hawkeye had always just been Roy’s. Because any idiot could see that their relationship was deeper than commander and subordinate, even if neither one of them would admit it. But whatever had been between them after everything went to hell, it was over now and no one talked about it. There was no reason to. It hadn’t changed anything that Havoc could see, and they both got along exactly the same, and Hawkeye had continued to be Roy’s. That was just how it was.
And now he thought back to the nights alone with her in bars, and her non-committal responses to his dating woes, and her constant assurances that there was a girl out there for him. Like she knew. And she said it like she knew because she did know, and Havoc couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized until now. Damn it, how could he be so stupid?
Because, his inner voice told him, she’s Roy’s, and you don’t mess with the colonel’s woman. But she wasn’t Roy’s anymore, and Havoc didn’t know what had happened but right at that moment he didn’t much care. Because Roy wasn’t here, and Roy could have any girl he wanted, and Roy had never had a problem with snatching up Havoc’s exes anyway.
Havoc cleared his throat and leaned forward, grabbing Hawkeye’s wrist cautiously. He half-expected a slap, but she didn’t move.
“I’m kind of an idiot, huh?” he said, quietly.
“You are,” Hawkeye said, without turning. She set her files back down first and glanced over her shoulder, her expression blank. And then it faded into a small smile. “But,” she went on, her wrist still held in his hand, “it doesn’t matter much.”
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SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!♥! 8DDDDDD
Oh. That wins. Wins so hardcore. And the last few lines: “I’m kind of an idiot, huh?” he said, quietly.
“You are,” Hawkeye said, without turning. She set her files back down first and glanced over her shoulder, her expression blank. And then it faded into a small smile. “But,” she went on, her wrist still held in his hand, “it doesn’t matter much.” --are perfect!
Excuse me while I squee some more and try not to get funny looks at work. *rolls around in the awesome of your ficcage*
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The boy has a serious case of recto-cranial inversion, doesn't he?
God he's sweet.
I LOVED this.
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Yay! Thank you!
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*SQUEE* I love that line. And Havoc's so cute when he's oblivious! ^___^ (I keep running into awesome Havoc/Hawkeye fics. My Roy/Riza OTP is slowly but surely crumbling. :D)
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