Chapter 1: Brothers

Walking down the halls in central headquarters at 6:00 in the morning was not something Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc liked to do. Especially since he was up half the damn night because of a little watery accident. No, not that kinda accident. During sometime in the night, he had woken up with a start and water had exploded suddenly from the sink pipes, causing his kitchen in the apartment to fill with puddles of water. Jean had cleaned up the entire kitchen and then went over his paper work again then fell asleep on the couch before getting up again after 2 hours and going to the military headquarters.

His shoulder sulked as he dragged his feet to the office where he, the others and the Colonel had worked. He didn't feel right though. Not at all. And the others had noticed it as well, his sudden paleness, his eyes becoming a bit brighter then usual, and for the first time, he had only gone through half a pack of cigarettes, instead of three a day. Something was terribly wrong with him.

He opened the door and noticed no one but Sergeant Major Kain Fury absent-mindedly fixing the Colonel's phone, which he had accidentally burst into small flames. He trudged over to his desk and flopped down, before mumbling a morning to the smaller militant. Fury looked over at Jean ready to say hello but stopped as he saw the man with his head planted on his desk, his shoulders slack.

"Are you alright Sir?" he asked, stopping his phone fixing and staring at the Lieutenant with a worried look. "Did you get dumped again?" Typical question Fury.

Mumbling, Jean raised his arms onto the desk and rested his chin on them. "No...Just 3 hours of sleep does this to you. Don't you ever experience it Fury..." he stated and closed his eyes, resting them until the Colonel came, along with Riza Hawkeye and her damned paperwork. Fury made an 'O' sound and silently went back to work.

'What did happen last night anyway...the damned water wasn't even on...' Jean thought, placing his forehead on his hands, thinking. It was very confusing. Very. It had never happened before, well, maybe once when he was younger and still living on a farm, but still, it was just a lake back then. 'A lake...' he thought and slowly started to fall asleep at his desk, his tenseness suddenly going slack.

But, the nice rest went by quickly, until a heavy slap to the back sent him straight up and out of the chair instantly. He fell back with a heavy gasp and stared up at Second Lieutenant Haymens Breda, the dumbass of pranks. "Havoc, you of all people, shouldn't be sleeping on the job!!" he chuckled and held out a hand for Jean to use to stand up, but only to have it whacked away by the glaring Lieutenant.

"Idiot..." Jean muttered and stood up again, sitting back down in his chair and going back to his previous look of sleepiness. Breda looked over at Fury who helplessly shrugged. He then leaned over and stared at Jean in the face.

"What's your problem?" he asked with a bit of annoyance. All he got was a grunt. Breda was no pushover, and when one of the others pushed him over the edge by not speaking to him when spoken to, well, it sometimes ends badly. "Havoc, stop hiding stuff. I know something's wrong with you, yet you don't say anything! Do you want Hawkeye to notice it's affecting your work?!" he asked, half shouting at his equal.

"What's affecting his work...?" a voice said from the door. Breda looked up quickly and saluted at First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, who had a stack of papers in her arms as she silently walked over to his desk across from Jean's. She placed her papers down and stared at Breda with her garnet eyes. "I asked you a question Lieutenant."

Breda looked at Jean and stated what he thought. "I think something is wrong with Havoc and he doesn't say anything because he doesn't want help. And, to top it off, it is affecting his work." Jean turned his head slightly to the right to stare up at Breda with narrowed icy blue eyes. "Don't glare at me Havoc."

"Is this true Havoc?" Hawkeye asked, walking over and crossing her arms over her chest. Jean made no move whatsoever and only stared at the desk in front of him, completely ignoring her and Breda. Hawkeye, getting to answer from him bent down to his slouched form and looked at his face before sighing and placing a hand on his forehead.

"You're a little above normal warmth Havoc, and you have been acting strange lately. It commonly shows you're getting sick."

Breda stared at Hawkeye questionably and then at Jean, who didn't move. "You think so? I thought he was just P.M.S.ing." he said, chuckling. That didn't last long, soon he was on his ass, rubbing his cheek from where Jean stood up and hit him with his fist. "What was that for?!"

"Just shut up Breda..." Jean had said coldly and left, exiting through the door, passing Warrant Officer Farman on the way. The older man looked back at Jean's walking away form and then look at the inside of the office.

"What happened?" he asked.

Hawkeye shook her head and stared at Breda who growled. Everyone else was silently waiting then until their Colonel returned to the office.

Jean swiftly walked, or jogged down the stairs leading to the outside of the headquarters, opened the door and walked out, wind blowing at his face quickly. He didn't mean to snap and actually his Breda, but the man was being so damn prying and bastard like. He didn't want to take it, and his mood had already worsened before the hit. The others probably had begun gossip about him, because whenever Jean Havoc got mad, it was something personal, or something that got right under his skin.

"Bastards..." he growled and sat down with a huff under the tree he usually went under to relax or calm his nerves. Usually, he would light up a smoke and lean back, but this time he sat with crossed legs and his elbows resting on his legs, with his head in his palms. Nothing was right with him. He wanted to know. But, he couldn't? Why...

'I feel like throwing up...' the man thought and licked his dry lips. Maybe he was just getting sick, but it didn't feel like it. He sighed. Sitting here was not making him feel better, it made him feel worse. To stop the feeling, Jean made to stand up, only to be knocked to the ground again with an earthquake like force.

As soon as his hands touched the ground, water gisers gushed from it and sprayed everywhere. "W-WHAT THE HELL?!" he shouted, backing up into the tree, staring with awe at the gisers as they started twisting around each other, forming one big giser. Water didn't do that, did it? Without a second glance, Jean watched as the water actually turned toward him and shot at him. "AHH!" he ducked out of the way, the tree being demolished by the water.

Jean rolled onto his knees and stood up before sprinting away with a trail of rouge water behind him, wanting to attack. 'What the hell is going on here! Water ain't alive, it don't move!!!' he thought desperately, before turning the corner of the headquarters and into Roy Mustang, the Colonel and landed on his back with a thump, Mustang doing the same.

The Colonel looked up and stared at Jean with confused eyes, then narrowed them. "Lieutenant Havoc, what are you doing outside? You're supposed to be inside doing paperwork!" he shouted, and stood up, dusting himself off from the fall before grasping Jean arm and pulling him up.

Jean bowed his head slightly and did a salute. "Sorry sir..." he mumbled, before quickly and confused, looked behind him. 'Huh...where...'

"Is something wrong Lieutenant?" Roy asked his subordinate who slowly shook his head. "Then hurry up and get inside, I think it's going to rain..." he muttered detestably, before walking into the front doors.

Jean stared at the area around him with a confused and tired gaze, "What...just happened..." he whispered, blinking. A water drop rolled down the side of his face as he stared up at the sky. More drops fell and just as the Colonel said, it had started raining. Jean was confused, what was happening.

"A new subordinate sir?" Roy said into the phone that Fury had fixed, his eyebrow rising. "A general." Jean lifted his head up as he walked into the office, Roy's gazed quickly fixed on him, giving him a confused look. Jean shrugged his shoulders and walked over to Breda who glared at him.

"I'm sorry for what I did before."

Breda smirked and slapped Jean again on the back. "Ah, its okay! But, hear this. We're going to have another militant in this office, he's a general too, and uses Alchemy!" Breda said excitedly.

"I see..." Jean whispered and sat at his desk, going to work.

Roy nodded to the phone. "A family member...? Oh..."

Across the line, Major Armstrong laughed. "I knew he was related to one of your subordinates Colonel, he kind of looks related to him. He actually can't wait to make it over there, and to see his brother again and work under the Flame Alchemist he said. , he would like to speak to you." Armstrong handed the phone over a young man looking to be in his late 20s.

"Ah, Colonel sir? Ah, pleased to meet you, it will be an honor to work under you and with my little brother. Huh...? No, he doesn't...no, don't tell him. It'll be a surprise. What? You're going to tell him anyway? Aw, colonel! Hehe, ah okay, I'll see you all tomorrow." The General hung up.

Roy straightened his back and looked over at Hawkeye who was looking at him. "Who was that sir?" she asked.

The Colonel smiled and crossed his arms. "We're getting a new subordinate, and he's a general. So, you all have to be on your best behaviors tomorrow morning. He's being transferred from Southern Headquarters."

Breda slapped his hands together. "Great, did he sound like a nice man? Or a war monger like Archer?" he muttered. Roy nodded at the nice man, making Breda sigh.

Looking up from his newspaper, Farman smiled. "It'll be nice to have someone new to work with. We DO have one extra desk anyway, right?" he said and went back to his newspaper and coffee. Fury nodded and looked over to Jean who was busy writing. "What do you think of the new officer Havoc?"

"Dunno, until I see em'."

"Oh..." Fury whispered.

"Lieutenant Havoc, I need to speak to you for a second."

"Yes sir...?" Jean muttered, looking over at the Colonel. He waited, then shrugged, standing up and walking over to where Roy sat. "Yes...?"

Smirking, Roy stared at Jean, earning a wince from the man. "The General, he has the same last name as you. He told me that he couldn't wait to see his brother again. He asked me not to tell you, but...I felt I had to anyway." He blinked at Jean's shocked face staring down at him. "Is something the matter Lieutenant?"

'Brother...'He winced inwardly. "Listen, Colonel...I don't have a brother. All my family is gone," he stated, his eyes going cold again.

"I don't know about that, he specifically told me you were his brother."

Jean turned swiftly around let out a low growl. "I don't have any family members that are alive alright? Last time I saw any, it was ten years ago. Besides, my brother was killed in the war..." he muttered, going back to his desk, giving the Colonel a cold shoulder. Roy frowned, and looked at Hawkeye who nodded, leaving the office.

Next Day

Jean's fingers tapped unconsciously against his desk as he and the others waited for the new officer to arrive. It was clearly shown he was nervous to meet this man, who had claimed to be his brother who had died in the war 10 years. "He's not going to bite Havoc," Roy had told him, and now he was sitting calmly in his chair, staring at the door.

'Yeah...right...' he thought, and lowered his head into his open hands.

Hawkeye would be back soon with the officer, she was ordered by Roy to ask some questions about the General's work and family, and report back to him. The Colonel let his eyes wander to Jean who was breathing deeply and his shoulders were shaking slightly. He would have been concerned, but instead he was slightly sympathetic.

The door suddenly swung open, and there stood Hawkeye with a tall man standing behind her. She moved showing his full body and face with a calm grin on it. He stood about 6'1, just about an inch taller then Jean. He wore the normal dress attire, a medal on the side like Roy's. His face was a bit tanned, his hair short and light brown, pulled into a small ponytail in the back. His eyes were a similar steel blue though, very similar. His shoulders were broad, and he also had a nice build.

He stood with his arms crossed. "Well, hello everyone. Colonel." He nodded at Roy and the others and strode over, passing Jean who had let go a cold aura around him. He was hiding. The General smiled down at Roy and saluted with a grin. "General Andre Havoc at your service."

Under his arms, Jean's eyes were wide.

"It's good to have you here General Havoc. I think you'll find my office to be fairly interesting while you're my subordinate." Andre smiled and nodded, before looking over his shoulder at the room, and then down at the man hiding himself. "I'm guessing you'd like to talk to him. He's been fairly uncooperative since I told him yesterday."

"Thought so." Andre turned around and stood right behind Jean's chair, placing his hands down on the top. "Hey brat," he said with a grin. Jean didn't move. "You really believed those bastards back in southern when they said that about me? You're so gullible." Again, Jean didn't move, except for the tense in his shoulders. "Oh come on! Let me look at you. I haven't seen you in ten years!"

Everyone was now staring at the two. Breda coughed. In the silence, a chair screeched softly across the ground, Jean standing up abruptly and walked swiftly out of the room, without looking at everyone. No one saw his face at all; they didn't see how scared he looked.

"Aww damnit. Please, excuse me while I go give my little brother a lecture. C-ya!" Andre called and dashed out of the room, his eyebrows knitted together angrily.

Breda stared at the now closed door with wide eyes, "Little" Fury added, "Brother?"

Roy nodded with his eyes shut and crossed his arms over his chest. Hawkeye walked over to where he sat and asked, "Are you sure it was right to add him to our office. Lieutenant Havoc seems to not approve at all."

"Ah, he'll be fine. Now, where's my coffee?" Roy asked.

Farman looked over at Breda and Fury. "I never knew Havoc was that disapproving of family..." he whispered to them, earning nods from the two of them. The three of them then blinked and looked at each other before quietly making their way out of the office, following the pair of Havoc brothers.

The turned the corner quickly, the quick steps of Andre giving them a lead to where Jean had gone. The stopped shortly, seeing the two brothers at the end of one hall.

"Why did you just walk away like that Jean? You don't know how much I missed seeing my little brother, do you?" Andre growled. He had a tight hold of Jean's shoulder, the latter still shaking. "Listen, you're a stupid ass if you believed the officers at the site where that lunatic had..."

"What else could I think?!" Jean shouted, the first words he had said in a while. His head snapped up from it lowered position and he turned swiftly around, shoving his brother, the general into the side of the walls, his eyes cold. "What else could I think! They told me you and everyone else was dead! They even showed me the bodies, everyone's! Including yours!" Jean choked, shoulders shaking with rage as he stared down at the ground again, emotions rushing through his eyes like wildfire.

"How could you have survived..." Jean said again, softly. "I saw everything those...bastards did to you, Krista, mom...and dad. Are you telling me that all that was staged, or a lie?!" he growled, his hands clenching into fists. "You all left me!! A fifteen year old alone after watching his family get slaughtered! And now, you come back and tell me your alive?! Where were you before all this?! Are you really my older brother?!"

Everything was out of whack. Breda's eyes were huge as he watched Jean's anger come out suddenly. 'I never knew...Havoc had this tough of a childhood... even when he came to the military academy...' he thought, and then turned to Fury and Farman, pushing them away and toward the office, leaving the two brothers alone.

A punch to the jaw sent Jean into the wall, before Andre stopped him from falling by grabbing both his shoulders, and holding him there. He had an angry gleam in his eyes, yet he looked calm and collected. "You haven't been listening Jean! What you saw true, you saw everyone die...for some reason, I found to be alive, barely living offa support, and wondering what happened to everyone else. I knew you were all right, because I made you hide when they came. I didn't come, because you would probably be in a worse state when you saw me. You're a adult now, and I hoped you wouldn't freak out."

"Well, a negative on that part..." Jean muttered.

"I got transferred here for a reason...Lieutenant Colonel Archer...he wants to take you back to Southern Headquarters and train that alchemy for the upcoming war...I'm sure you got that letter the other day right?" Andre said.

Jean stared at the ground in shock. A letter...when...He stared up at his brother. 'The Colonel...' "I'm not transferring to Southern Headquarters! Archer will have to get his ass up here himself to make me; even so I will not go! And what do you know about my alchemy!" Jean hissed back.

"I know that it's been out of control lately." Andre smirked, seeing Jean's face pale. "Oh come on! Your face says it all! You're pale, you've gotten a temper, and you're barely awake when at work. Come on, signs of alchemy outta control Jean. Plus, you look pretty sick to me," Andre said, flicking the Second Lieutenant's forehead.

"Mmh..." Jean lost again, and against his brother this time.

Andre put his hand on Jean's hair and ruffled it. "Wanna get some coffee?" he grinned, finally able to get his brother to calm down. "We can talk about old times, and a way to control your element. What d'ya say?"

Letting out a heavy sigh, Jean let his brother grasp him around the shoulders from behind and lead him out of the hall. "Fine..." he muttered, still staring at the ground.

OI, I can't believe I made Jean Havoc have a brother! O.O I wish I had a brother, sniffle. Okies, there will be a slash pairing sooner or later in there, dunno who it'll be, probably Havoc/OC, but, we'll find out later. Hope you enjoyed! Ask questions, if ish confusing please. ;;

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or Havoc, (wish I did) and I only own Andre, for now.

Torii