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said_scarlett) wrote2006-12-09 08:18 am
said_scarlett) wrote2006-12-09 08:18 am
Advent Fic #10
Title: Strange Weather
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Jean Havoc/Riza Hawkeye (hints of Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Full series and movie
Word Count: 1077
Written For:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
freaky_zero
Prompt: Thunderstorm
Summary: Things just hadn't been the same since Mustang left....
“Storm’s moving in.”
Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc leaned against the hood of his car - the car that he drove, anyway - and puffed on his cigarette. Heavy black clouds had gathered overhead, threatening either a downpour or snow. This time of year, it was hard to tell.
He was speaking to First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. They didn’t see as much of each other, now that Mustang had shipped out to the mountains. That didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about her.
“Lieutenant.” Hawkeye just nodded, looking the same as she always had. Havoc glanced up at the sky and frowned.
“You walking home?” he asked, the cigarette moving back and forth along his lips as he spoke.
“I always do.” She was holding some files. She was always holding files. Havoc dropped his cigarette and crushed it underfoot.
“Get in. I’ll give you a ride.”
“That’s not necessary.” Hawkeye shook her head. Havoc shrugged and pulled another cigarette from the packet in his breast pocket.
“You’ll get caught out in the storm.”
“I’ll be fine.”
As if on cue, a flash of lightening split the sky. Both Hawkeye and Havoc looked up at once, startled.
“You sure you don’t want that ride?” Havoc offered again. He’d driven her home before. Of course, Mustang had been there at the time. Mustang had always been there. And Havoc missed the man and wished like hell he was serving under him, but that was business. This… this was something different.
Hawkeye looked to the sky with narrowed eyes. She seemed to be hunching forward, as though protecting the files she was holding. Then she nodded, tightly. Havoc swung himself around and opened the passenger door - up front. Hawkeye raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. She slipped into the seat as Havoc got into the driver’s side. A crack of thunder followed after the lightening. The rain would be coming soon.
“Weird weather, huh?” Havoc glanced over as he started the car. It was strange weather for this time of the year - thunder storms were common in summer, not winter. Hawkeye didn’t say anything. Did they really have nothing in common now? They’d always worked together pretty well, gotten along. And now there was nothing but awkward silence.
“Hey, would you look at that!”
The sky had opened up, but not with rain. It was snowing. After the thunder and the lightening, snow was falling in a steady sheet from the ominous clouds above. Havoc couldn’t remember seeing anything like it before.
“Watch the road.”
That was Hawkeye. Havoc shook his head and kept his eyes ahead of him. He knew he was probably being insensitive or something, but it had been a year. Mustang was gone. He’d probably come back at some point, whenever he was done beating himself up. But for now, he was gone and Hawkeye had never struck Havoc as the type to mope. Especially over a man - even if the man in question was Mustang.
“Wonder if it’s gonna be a hard winter,” Havoc mused, trying to keep - or get - some form of conversation going.
“Perhaps.”
“Haven’t had a hard winter in years,” Havoc went on. “Probably about time for one. You know, it‘s pretty cold. You want to get a cup of coffee or something?”
“No, thank you.”
“Right. Well, you know, you ever feel like getting one…” Havoc shrugged. It had been worth a shot.
“I’ll keep that I mind.”
The awkward silence came back. Havoc began humming under his breath. He’d never really liked silence, not when there was a woman with him. Not that Hawkeye was just some regular woman. She was his equal, his fellow soldier, his friend of some sort. But she was still a beautiful woman. A very beautiful woman, if Havoc was completely honest. Not to mention an amazing shot - she knew her way around a firing range better than most men.
It was tough being a woman in the military. There weren’t too many of them, and Havoc saw what they had to go through. Not that anyone made any inappropriate comments to Hawkeye. Havoc wagered that anyone who tried it would find themselves written up and on latrine duty before they could blink. Hawkeye didn’t take crap from anybody. She commanded respect. She could probably make it to general someday. She’d go further than he would, he knew that. It didn’t bother him. He was a good sniper, but he wasn’t leader material. And he didn’t really want to be.
Lost in thought, Havoc almost missed Hawkeye’s building. He pulled off to the side of the road, idling the car. The snow as coming down thick and heavy now - almost white out conditions. Getting home wasn’t going to be fun.
“Well, here you are.” Havoc grinned. “Careful, the steps look icy.”
“As does the road.” Hawkeye opened her door. She sat there, one hand on the handle and her eyes on the snow-obscured road in front of them. Havoc drummed his fingers idly on the wheel, waiting for her to either say something else or get out of the car.
“It’s not safe to drive in these conditions,” Hawkeye said suddenly. “You can wait out the weather here.”
“You sure?” Havoc glanced from the road to his driving companion and back. “This might not let up for a while…”
“I have a couch.”
“I like couches.” Havoc shut off the car and nodded. “Yeah, thanks. I don’t really feel like blowing myself up in this death trap.”
“Just be careful on the steps,” Hawkeye said, and there was the hint of a strange smile at the corner of her lips.
“I’ll do my best not to crack my skull open on your steps.” Which was easier said than done. It was slow going up the steps. And it was freezing. Havoc’s fingers were numb by the time they made it to Hawkeye’s apartment.
“Thanks again, for letting me stick around,” he said, leaning against the wall as Hawkeye unlocked the apartment. He could hear Black Hayate barking inside, eager for his master’s arrival home.
“It isn’t a problem.” Hawkeye glanced up, her hand on the door. She paused as though she was thinking, an unreadable expression on her face. “We could have a cup of coffee, if you‘d like. It‘s instant.”
“Yeah,” Havoc said, grinning broadly as he looked down at Hawkeye. “Yeah, I’d love a cup of coffee.”
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Jean Havoc/Riza Hawkeye (hints of Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Full series and movie
Word Count: 1077
Written For:
freaky_zeroPrompt: Thunderstorm
Summary: Things just hadn't been the same since Mustang left....
“Storm’s moving in.”
Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc leaned against the hood of his car - the car that he drove, anyway - and puffed on his cigarette. Heavy black clouds had gathered overhead, threatening either a downpour or snow. This time of year, it was hard to tell.
He was speaking to First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. They didn’t see as much of each other, now that Mustang had shipped out to the mountains. That didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about her.
“Lieutenant.” Hawkeye just nodded, looking the same as she always had. Havoc glanced up at the sky and frowned.
“You walking home?” he asked, the cigarette moving back and forth along his lips as he spoke.
“I always do.” She was holding some files. She was always holding files. Havoc dropped his cigarette and crushed it underfoot.
“Get in. I’ll give you a ride.”
“That’s not necessary.” Hawkeye shook her head. Havoc shrugged and pulled another cigarette from the packet in his breast pocket.
“You’ll get caught out in the storm.”
“I’ll be fine.”
As if on cue, a flash of lightening split the sky. Both Hawkeye and Havoc looked up at once, startled.
“You sure you don’t want that ride?” Havoc offered again. He’d driven her home before. Of course, Mustang had been there at the time. Mustang had always been there. And Havoc missed the man and wished like hell he was serving under him, but that was business. This… this was something different.
Hawkeye looked to the sky with narrowed eyes. She seemed to be hunching forward, as though protecting the files she was holding. Then she nodded, tightly. Havoc swung himself around and opened the passenger door - up front. Hawkeye raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. She slipped into the seat as Havoc got into the driver’s side. A crack of thunder followed after the lightening. The rain would be coming soon.
“Weird weather, huh?” Havoc glanced over as he started the car. It was strange weather for this time of the year - thunder storms were common in summer, not winter. Hawkeye didn’t say anything. Did they really have nothing in common now? They’d always worked together pretty well, gotten along. And now there was nothing but awkward silence.
“Hey, would you look at that!”
The sky had opened up, but not with rain. It was snowing. After the thunder and the lightening, snow was falling in a steady sheet from the ominous clouds above. Havoc couldn’t remember seeing anything like it before.
“Watch the road.”
That was Hawkeye. Havoc shook his head and kept his eyes ahead of him. He knew he was probably being insensitive or something, but it had been a year. Mustang was gone. He’d probably come back at some point, whenever he was done beating himself up. But for now, he was gone and Hawkeye had never struck Havoc as the type to mope. Especially over a man - even if the man in question was Mustang.
“Wonder if it’s gonna be a hard winter,” Havoc mused, trying to keep - or get - some form of conversation going.
“Perhaps.”
“Haven’t had a hard winter in years,” Havoc went on. “Probably about time for one. You know, it‘s pretty cold. You want to get a cup of coffee or something?”
“No, thank you.”
“Right. Well, you know, you ever feel like getting one…” Havoc shrugged. It had been worth a shot.
“I’ll keep that I mind.”
The awkward silence came back. Havoc began humming under his breath. He’d never really liked silence, not when there was a woman with him. Not that Hawkeye was just some regular woman. She was his equal, his fellow soldier, his friend of some sort. But she was still a beautiful woman. A very beautiful woman, if Havoc was completely honest. Not to mention an amazing shot - she knew her way around a firing range better than most men.
It was tough being a woman in the military. There weren’t too many of them, and Havoc saw what they had to go through. Not that anyone made any inappropriate comments to Hawkeye. Havoc wagered that anyone who tried it would find themselves written up and on latrine duty before they could blink. Hawkeye didn’t take crap from anybody. She commanded respect. She could probably make it to general someday. She’d go further than he would, he knew that. It didn’t bother him. He was a good sniper, but he wasn’t leader material. And he didn’t really want to be.
Lost in thought, Havoc almost missed Hawkeye’s building. He pulled off to the side of the road, idling the car. The snow as coming down thick and heavy now - almost white out conditions. Getting home wasn’t going to be fun.
“Well, here you are.” Havoc grinned. “Careful, the steps look icy.”
“As does the road.” Hawkeye opened her door. She sat there, one hand on the handle and her eyes on the snow-obscured road in front of them. Havoc drummed his fingers idly on the wheel, waiting for her to either say something else or get out of the car.
“It’s not safe to drive in these conditions,” Hawkeye said suddenly. “You can wait out the weather here.”
“You sure?” Havoc glanced from the road to his driving companion and back. “This might not let up for a while…”
“I have a couch.”
“I like couches.” Havoc shut off the car and nodded. “Yeah, thanks. I don’t really feel like blowing myself up in this death trap.”
“Just be careful on the steps,” Hawkeye said, and there was the hint of a strange smile at the corner of her lips.
“I’ll do my best not to crack my skull open on your steps.” Which was easier said than done. It was slow going up the steps. And it was freezing. Havoc’s fingers were numb by the time they made it to Hawkeye’s apartment.
“Thanks again, for letting me stick around,” he said, leaning against the wall as Hawkeye unlocked the apartment. He could hear Black Hayate barking inside, eager for his master’s arrival home.
“It isn’t a problem.” Hawkeye glanced up, her hand on the door. She paused as though she was thinking, an unreadable expression on her face. “We could have a cup of coffee, if you‘d like. It‘s instant.”
“Yeah,” Havoc said, grinning broadly as he looked down at Hawkeye. “Yeah, I’d love a cup of coffee.”
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