Leave a "Fight Me" in my ask, and I will write a drabble out one character fighting with/or against another. This one came from waddiwasiwitch on tumblr. She ask to make it Havolina. I have never in my entire life written Havolina. But, I tried my best to do these lovely characters justice. And, I accidently added some Royai because I can't control that. This also somehow turned. . . . angsty? Oh boy.


"This is the notice of the approved shuttle system for the Ishval Headquarters,"
Captain Hawkeye handed her General a single sheet,
in need of only onesignature.

Roy reached for his fountain pen,
Riza snatched the pen right back.

"Read it , Sir."

The General grumbled under his breath,
gave her a glare while she stood over him,
like a damn babysitter.

He was a General for goodness sake.
Why did he have to read everything.

"It's one. sheet. General."
Riza said straight.

Roy huffed, brought the paper to his nose,
squinted and scanned the words,
muttering under his breath.

It had been the longest three hours in the history of all time
in all worlds in all universes for absolutely no reason.

Havoc lifted his head, cracked his neck, and checked the clock like four times,
then surveyed the room twice as if there was really something to see.

He saw the General buried in his reading, tilting it up
toward the window so subtly, trying to catch more sunlight,

There was plenty of sunlight behind him.

Havoc caught Hawkeye shift
uneasy, unsteady, while Roy read.

It was possible the General was tired,
His eyes might have been dry or watery,
the paper too white, the sun too bright.

But, Jean accidently caught Riza's eyes,
and instantly knew they shared a fear just the same.

That the weird red magic mystic stone of ultimate cosmic power,
Maybe that weird red stone didn't work.

Maybe the effect was only temporary.
Maybe the bomb was ticking,
and they were simply waiting for the fallout.

Havoc rolled his ankles, flexed his feet.
It wasn't a pins and needles thing.

But, sometimes he just couldn't feel
If his legs were even still there.

He knewit was psychological,
so calm down, would you?

There was nothing to be worried about.
His legs were probably just asleep.

He'd been planted in that damn chair all week long,
ever overworked, one of Mustang's dogs.

Here's your legs back, Havoc,
now sit down and do my paperwork.

That bastard, he shook his head.
If he wasn't such a gross, idealistic,
self-sacrificing, secretly compassionate son of a bitch,

Havoc would leave.

Retire on a beach somewhere. Have a girlfriend for once.
Rebecca Catalina might do. Perhaps he could convince her.

Hah.

Pipe dreams aside, he had to stay, because a secretly compassionate
son of a bitch like that wouldn't last long without his men.

So he sat in a chair, like he had for months before,
except now he had workinglegs that truly enjoyed
tricking him into a panic, just for a good laugh.

Havoc steadied his breathing, don't freak out.
He curled his toes. He swung his legs.

They still worked.
They still worked.

He sighed. Stupid big red magical mystical stone,
Perhaps it had done its job.

He swung again, for good meas -"OW."
Breda grimaced, seating across from him,
"Why'd you kick me?"

"Sorry," Havoc pulled out a cigarette,
Smoothly looking at the clock behind him,

Havoc was much more high strung than he let on,
but cool, calm, collected excuses were his most prized talent.

"I thought you'd like to know that it's lunch time."

Breda dropped everything instantly
and stretched, "Finally."

"Are we dismissed for the hour, Sir?"
Fuery piped up, turning to the General.

Roy waved them away, grumpy,
losing his place in the paragraph.

Sure it was one page, but the font was so small,
It could have really honestly taken up five,
okay, maybe three.

"Would you like me to read it to you, Sir?"

Hawkeye's voice sounded sharp and cold,
but Havoc glanced her way and knew
she was just frightened.

It was probably the one time he could
ever get a clear reading on Riza Hawkeye.

"No thank you, Captain," the General said, then moved
to start over at the beginning, just to spite his adjutant.

"You comin', Havoc?" Breda practically had already eaten half of his sandwich,
salami hanging out of his mouth, bread crammed up in his cheeks,
as he clutched the rest of his lunch in a brown paper bag.

Fuery was already flying out the door. He had to meet someone,
he had mumbled on the way out. They all knew it was Sheska from the State library.

Sheesh. Fuery was paired up, Breda was seeing a brunette,
as well as maintained his healthy relationship with carbs.

And, the General and the Captain were, well,
they were the General and the Captain.

As always, no evidence.
Yet, tons of proof.

Great.

Not only was he paranoid that the all-powerful magic red stone of magic betrayed him,
but he continued to stay true to his reputation
as the least luckiest bachelor in Amestris.

Not just Central City, the entire country as a whole.
since the beginning of time. He needed a smoke.

"I'll catch up with you," He said, cigarette already hanging out of his mouth.
Bread nodded and left. Havoc curled his toes in his boots,
flexed his feet under the desks.

They still worked, They always grew numb the more he thought about it,
the more he panicked. Havoc rummaged through his desk for his lighter.

He found it. Snatched it. Struck it.

Instantly the flame blew out when the doors flew open.
"Riza, yoohoo!" Oh no.

Rebecca Catalina opened the doors
as if they would reveal a grand ballroom,

as always
so much more dramatic than necessary.

There wasn't nearly any grand ballroom to reveal,
it was just the weird ever present blob of sexual tension at the General's desk,
and him, poised to light his cigarette, former flame centimeters from success.

"Don't those things kill you?"

Rebecca always had such a penchant for targeting him first,
every time they found each other in the same room.

"Hm." Havoc struck the lighter, "Really?
I've never heard that before."

With every other woman, he was shamefully desperate for romance.
He blushed and gushed and bought flowers and booked dinners.

When Havoc got a new girl, he shouted it from the rooftops,
proclaimed it to the world. He had a terrible habit.

He knew it was love.
He just knew it.

Yet, he was also aware it was hasty, pathetic,
But, he had a simple heart.

Love what he wanted most,
if he was sincerely and truly honest.

Sappy but true.

But, with Rebecca Catalina. He never blushed nor gushed
nor bought flowers nor booked dinners.

He never wanted to talk about any of that.

If you were one of his closest of confidants, perhaps Breda,
maybe Riza, if she wasn't so close to the subject in question,

Havoc would explain that he knew from the beginning,
Rebecca Catalina was his white-picket fence.

She was the woman that led to the rose beds and swing sets,
family-owned convenience stores and outdoor patios to entertain.

Rebecca Catalina was that woman.
and, that was the end of that.

"Riza," Rebecca actually pointed at Havoc,
blowing out a puff of smoke, feet propped up on the desk.

Hawkeye finally looked away from the General,
finally finished with his one sheet.

"Lieutenant," Riza sighed, weary, "Put it out."

"Sorry, Captain," Jean motioned to Rebecca,
matching her signature dramatic vigor,

"The situation called for it."

"Havoc." Roy warned, studying another form closely,
Jean rolled his feet, sighed, found his ashtray and snuffed it

Rebecca gave him a victorious smirk.
Jean stuck his tongue out at her.

"Child." Rebecca scoffed, and as much as he hated that impossibly condescending tone, Havoc could never blame her
for eternally despising him.

Jean Havoc did not blush, did not gush,
did not buy flowers, did not book dinners,
not about Rebecca.

He had muscles that made girls swoon.
He could handle anything Mustang's ridiculously
absurd missions, undying beings and alike,
he could survive them.

He was strong.
But, Rebecca.

She deserved someone else.
Someone less

scared.

His latest offense was the worst of it, the kicker.
Havoc was paralyzed after the fight at Laboratory 3,

and that was supremely lucky.
He almost died. He could have died.

Havoc was practically dead
when they reached him.

You think that would that would knock someone out of it,
open their eyes to the joy and hope of life,

and give him the courage to go after
his rose-bed, swing-set woman.

No dice.

Jean Havoc had almost died.
He still didn't call her.

Rebecca Catalina had every right to hate him.

"Ready for lunch, Riza?" Rebecca's tone turned light and fluffy,
flowery and sweet, seemingly forgetting about Jean and his muscles.

She unbuttoned her uniform jacket,
revealing a tight green sweater.

Havoc rummaged through his desk, actively looking away from said sweater ,
aggressively searching for the lunch he didn't bring.

"Could you spare me a moment or two, Rebecca?"
Riza sorted through the filing cabinets, no doubt, grabbing more forms
for the General to squint at for hours at a time, just to spite her,

Just to scare her.

"Ugh," Rebecca gave an exasperated sigh, "You spend too much time working, Riza."
The Captain chuckled, "or perhaps you spend too little time working."

Rebecca crossed her arms, cocked her head, and turned on her heel,
"I'll be outside when you finally learn to live, Riza."

He wasn't going to lie. Havoc watched her leave,
and choked on air while he did.

This, however, was completely routine, the usual,
not surprising at all.

Rebecca Catalina was beautiful.
Rebecca Catalina was smokin' hot.

Normal, routine, not surprising.

However, Riza Hawkeye catching him in the act,
and then commenting on the action, meddling,
getting involved.

That.
That was astonishing.

"Are you going to ask Rebecca out to dinner, Havoc?"

It took him a second for those words to register,
to really and truly believe, "What was that, Boss?"

Roy grew impatient for reasons unknown,
sighed, dropped his pen, and rubbed his eyes,

"Are you going to ask her out or not, Havoc?"

Jean looked from Roy to Riza,
Riza to Roy. What was going on?

The twonevershowed any interest in his personal issues.
In fact, they were all about ignoring personal issues.
What? Was he like in another universe?

"Why would I do that. She hates me."

Riza gave a knowing hum,
knowing that was utterly false.

Rebecca was wounded but waiting.
Rebecca Catalina would never give up on Jean Havoc.

Rebecca Catalina would never shut up about Jean Havoc.
Perhaps that's why Riza had decided to speed up the inevitable,
the General saw the opportunity for a break, and decided
and join in on the action

"You've been dancing around her since the day
we transferred to Central," Roy grumbled.

He never had much tolerance for people who refused to be
with the one person they were obviously and obnoxiously in love with.

It was a very specific pet peeve.

Havoc simply opted for a grimace and a, "Have not."
"Havoc, you do look at her like-"

Riza took too long searching for an alternative comparison,
but Havoc was scrambling to change topics, shift the spotlight,

And, in turn, Riza's initialchoice of comparison
flew straight out of Havoc's mouth.

"How Mustang looks at you, Captain?"
"Excuse me?" Roy scoffed, high and mighty.

For the sake of her sleep schedule, disrupted by the painfully long
phone calls with Rebecca about Lieutenant Havoc, unfortunately
so much more frequent than usual now that he had returned to work,

Riza caved, blinked and said:
"Yes, like how the General looks at me."

"What the hell, Hawkeye?" Roy cried.
"Wow," Havoc blanched, then barked out a laugh.

Riza rolled her eyes. Roy sulked behind his coffee cup,
grumpy, humiliated, caught. Havoc was still a bit stunned.

He should have recorded that.

He could have claimed the betting pool,
He could have been rich.

"The point is, Havoc," Riza had no idea
why she was still pushing, "You're an attractive man."

The General spit out his coffee all over the papers due at two.
The Lieutenant nearly swallowed the fresh cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Wow, This day is turning out to b-" "You think Havoc's at-"
"Objectively," the Captain supplemented, stone cold,
a most obvious threat at the edge of her voice.

Havoc still snickered. Roy played disgusted, surprised,
rather than revealing his most telling fury over the notion.

"You're smart. You're a great shot," Roy rolled his eyes,
Of courseshe would mention firearms. It wasn't Roy's fault
guns weren't his specialty, " And, I know she'd say yes."

That was certainly an understatement.

Riza would be sure to take aspirin just to prepare
for her friend's guaranteed post-invitation squealing fest

"You think she'd say yes?" Havoc feigned nonchalance.
"I'm saying Havoc," Riza sighed, "It's been long enough."

Havoc kind of smiled at his friend, not the infamous, stoic Captain,
but his most faithful ally. He grinned, watching her cringe over the fact
that this entireconversation was utter proof that she was going soft.

She knew what it was.

It wasn't only Rebecca's most recent rants
and raves about the First Lieutenant.

It most certainly had been that the General had pulled her into a closet
just the other day, and kissed her up against the wall,

"It's been long enough," he said to her.
They never spoke about it again.

But, Riza was suddenly more of a hopeful romantic now
than she had ever been in the past twenty some years put together.

Hopefully, it would go away quickly.

Havoc shoved the cigarette back in its box, pulled on his jacket
and hesitated stepping toward the door.

He started to sit back down.

"Go, Havoc," the General gritted his teeth,
utterly finished with this most unfortunate conversation.

Havoc sighed. Perhaps Riza was right.
Perhaps it had been long enough,
ignoring it and dodging it.

It was finally the time to stop being so scared,

to go after his white picket fence,
to go after Rebecca Catalina.

He left the Captain and the General behind,
continually attempting to convince himself it was true.

It's been long enough.

"You used my line," Roy smirked at Riza, reminiscing about
that other day when they broke that one silly rule,

It's not a silly rule, General. It's a very mandatory law.

Roy just kissed her, and she certainly kissed back,
He smiled while he hovered, "It's been long enough."

"He needed to hear it."

The Captain turned her back
and settled into her desk,

"I agree," he still grinned. She still ignored him.
"It's been long enough for all of us."


There'a a part II. It's already up! Go go go!