KitsuneSam: One shot from Havoc's POV. Pointless EdxRoy fluff. This makes me happy… And for my MoaV readers, the next chapter is in pending (that means I'm in the middle of finding time to type the whole thing up).

I don't know if you've ever watched someone short try to reach something that they'll obviously never get at. It's fairly entertaining.

So that's what I'm doing now. I'm watching Edward Elric jump up and down in the library attempting to reach a book on the top shelf, because he's too stubborn to use a ladder. I lean back in my chair, a smile slipping onto my face. That is, until Mustang comes along. He hadn't noticed Fullmetal jumping yet, and Ed still hasn't noticed me watching him so intently.

"Where's Fullmetal?" Mustang asks softly. Colonel or not, this was a library.

The corners of my mouth twitch, despite the placement of my cigarette. I can keep it in my mouth through almost anything; it's become a bit of a skill. "Who's asking?"

I watch the Flame Alchemist's eye twitch. He hates putting up with me sometime, I know it. "Havoc, if you don't tell me, I so swear I'll—"

"Whoa, Chill Colonel." I point. "He's over there."

Mustang turns on his heel, and spots Ed. He blinks in surprise, then his mouth curves into that ominous smirk. I recognize that look—Ed's in for a bit of teasing at the least.

"Fullmetal," he calls.

I wince. This won't turn out good.

Ed turns, a look of pure anger lay in his eyes. "What. Do. You. Want?"

I kind of just slump down into my chair. I don't want to miss this, but I don't want the Fullmetal Alchemist angry at me either.

A door slams. Mustang turns to look at where I am, only he can't see me. Bet he thinks I'm gone. Even better.

He moves over to Ed, standing beside the fuming sixteen year old. "Trying to get something?"

"Yah, is that a problem?"

"No, Just," Mustang inhales sharply. "Which one?" He reaches to the top row of the shelf.

"I can get it myself," Ed steams. I grin—you can practically see the smoke coming off the top of his head. Heh. Steamed shrimp.

"Of course," Mustang agrees. Smug bastard. I watch him step out of the way for Ed to reach for the book again.

Before Ed can even stretch out his arm fully, Mustang's gotten behind him, and slips his hands beneath the kid's arms. He lifts Ed up like he weighed nothing, and Ed pulls his feet in close to his body with a gasp of surprise.

"You asshole, what are you doing?"

My mouth curves up into a rather evil smile. I should start carrying around a camera like Hughes did. Too bad I don't even own a camera.

"Giving you a lift."

Ed squirms for a moment, then reaches out and grabs the book in question. I catch a glimpse of his 'light' blush that's steadily growing stronger while Mustang pulls him closer.

"Thanks, I guess…"

"Not a problem…"

They trail off, and I watch them pull even closer.

"Aww," I say. My eyes fly wide, because I've just realized I said it out loud. My mouth opens, and just to show how surprised I am right now, the cig falls out of it.

Ed and Roy seem just as surprised. Roy dropped Ed, I think, because the kid's on the ground with little swirlies in his eyes.

"Jean Havoc," Mustang growls at me. "Get your sorry ass out here…"

"Holy crap," I scream and dart out of there as fast as possible.

But never will I forget the blush covering Ed's face, or the look of confidence on Roy's that held no sort of the smugness that can be found there when he's on a date.

Not even if Roy kills me. Which I won't be surprised of if I can't run any faster…

And I can hear a second quicker paced thumping beside him. Ed's got to be right next to him going on double time to keep ups. Dear God, I'm dead meat.

Fin.