A/N: Written at a public library, believe it or not. I know that some of you will be offended by the whole drug reference to Havoc and I'm ready for that, it's just playing off a joke of a friend. This is only supposed to be a little light humor, so don't take it for more than it is. Oh, yeah, I don't own any of the characters and never will sadly enough. Please R and R!
Havoc stood waiting outside of the office door. He knew better than to open it from the sounds inside. A small grunt here, an exhalation of breath there; let's just say he knew them well enough to wait. About fifteen minutes later, a halfway disheveled Hawkeye emerged from the office, straightening her shirt and fixing her hair on her way down the hall. After waiting a couple of minutes to give Roy time to do any necessary clean-up or straightening, Havoc opened the door and walked to his desk, giving a small wave to the Colonel, sitting at his own, drawing squarish-circles on it dazedly.
When the Colonel left to get some lunch, Jean decided he needed a cup of coffee and went to flip the switch on the small metal appliance. After a couple of minutes of gurgling and hissing, Havoc stirred massive amounts of cream and sugar into a steaming mug of coffee. His mind turning to the events that occurred today in this room, he looked sympathetically at the coffee pot.
"You poor thing, no wonder we have to buy new coffee pots every few weeks; the stress of having to see that on a regular basis..."
Havoc patted the side of it comfortingly, with no thought to the fact he may very well have lost his mind. Sipping as his coffee he returned to his desk. The lieutenant started working diligently on his work again, but, a few minutes later he sat up straight and once more turned a sympathetic gaze on the coffee pot.
"You know, I think you deserve an apology, and though I may not be the person to hear it from, I'm sorry. I mean, you have to see it, you poor psychologically abused thing. If I could stop them I would, for your sake. For future reference, I'll try to refrain from doing anything in here."
"Lieutenant? Who're you talking to?" posed an interested Roy from the doorway.
"Oh, just the coffee pot." Havoc stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh-kay then…" Roy replied, wondering if it was time for him to search Havoc's room again, and returned to his desk, shaking his head.