Target: Roy Mustang
A/Note: Fullmetal Alchemist is not mine.
Warnings: Language
Summary: Edward Elric wants Roy Mustang, and is willing to try almost anything to get him.
Falling at his Feet
"It won't work, Boss."
"Shut up Havoc!"
"I'm just telling you," Havoc drawled as he leant against the wall and watched the shorter blond peering over the railing.
"I don't need you to tell me anything!" Golden eyes glared at the tall blond. "And why are you here anyway?"
"Because you'll need someone to carry you to the hospital afterwards."
"Fuck off, Havoc! Don't jinx this!" Ed hissed at him.
"Any last words you want me to pass on to your brother?" Havoc grinned, the matchstick at the corner of his mouth lifting. He stepped forward as voices echoed from below and they both peeked over the edge. They both saw the top of the smooth head of Colonel Roy Mustang catch the light as he began to walk across the lobby below. Havoc's grin widened. "Looks like he's back."
"Yes," Edward said as he straightened up with a deep breath. He looked at the top of the stairs and squared his shoulders. He moved away from the railings and took the few steps closer to the stairs.
"Just who gave you this stupid idea?" Havoc asked with curiousity.
"Breda, and it's not stupid."
"Falling down the stairs isn't stupid? Even doing it accidentally is considered stupid, and you're doing it deliberately?"
"Just shut up, Havoc. I am not going to fall down the stairs. I'm just going to trip a little bit when he gets up here, that's all. I have to do something to get him to notice me."
"He does notice you. He sees you every time you bring in your reports or when he has a mission for you."
"Yes, he sees me as subordinate, as someone to poke fun at, not as anything else."
"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?"
"And what happened last time I tried to do that?"
Havoc paused for a moment before he remembered. "Ah, yes." His grin returned and Edward blushed. "You just had a bad way of explaining it, Boss. You were nervous. It wasn't your fault he thought you and Hughes were playing a prank on him."
"The bastard singed my braid," Ed groused, crossing his arms and glaring at the steps.
"And he fried the Lieutenant-Colonel's photos," Havoc added.
"And you all stood there and laughed," Ed grumbled further.
"And you think this will work better?" Havoc asked.
"It can't hurt," Ed said.
"Well, I doubt it will hurt him, but it's sure as hell gonna hurt you."
"I'll be fine," Ed remarked confidently and remained stationary near the top of the stairs. He kept standing there just looking down and the longer he stood there, the wider Havoc's grin became.
"Would you like me to give you a push?"
Edward shot a dark look at the taller man. "I told you I'm not going to fall down the stairs. Weren't you listening?"
Havoc laughed. "I heard, but you're just so much fun to tease." Havoc tilted his head. "I can hear footsteps."
Ed turned abruptly and his heel caught. He lost his balance and began to fall. Havoc's eyes went wide and he lunged forward, hand outstretched, the matchstick falling from his lips as he moved as fast as he could. He wasn't quick enough and Ed fell, slipping from the top step his hands reaching for the stair rail and missing it.
Colonel Roy Mustang was not impressed when a heavy, half-metal alchemist suddenly plummeted down the stairs with a loud cry and louder crashing noises and landed at his feet in a twisted pile of arms and legs.
He looked down into dazed golden eyes that crossed in a slow graceful motion before rolling up into the back of his head and Ed toppled over. The sound of running feet had Mustang looking up and he found Havoc coming down the stairs in a hurried fashion.
"Take him to the hospital, Havoc. He's probably concussed himself. Tell him he can have the rest of the week off to recover." Mustang sighed as he looked at the blond at his feet. "Then you can tell him that if he gets hospitalised again he can pay for it himself." The Colonel stepped over Ed and went up the stairs leaving Havoc with the unconscious youth and the beginning of a headache.
"You're still alive, Boss," Havoc told him cheerfully and Ed groaned again.
"My head hurts," he mumbled.
"You have a mild concussion. You need to stay here til tomorrow."
"Where's here?"
"The hospital of course." Havoc told him and Ed's eyes opened a fraction.
"...'ckin' great…" Ed slurred his words and closed his eyes. "The…bastard…?" Ed whispered.
"Says you can have the rest of the week off to get better," Havoc informed him.
"…nythin' else…?"
Havoc sighed. "No, he didn't say anything else."
"…idiot…" Havoc nearly missed the quiet word as Edward turned over very carefully hiding his face in his pillow. Havoc smiled.
"Next time, find another way to get noticed. No falling at his feet again," Havoc said gently as he brushed the long bangs away from the pale forehead. "And if he never does notice you the way you want, at least you know you tried."
Ed didn't reply but Havoc knew he'd heard by the silent shaking of Edward's shoulders. "Get what sleep you can, Ed. As long as I wake you in an hour you should be fine."
"Thanks," was all Ed said after a long pause and just before he fell asleep. Havoc grinned and moved to lie on the bed next to Ed. If he was going to stay here and wake Ed up every hour, he fully intended to get comfortable.
Author's Note: As is glaringly obvious, this is very frivolous. Ed would be about 18, Maes is still around and Al back in the flesh…
And this, Red, is why you don't leave me alone with yaoi manga and anime… the other beastie is not impressed I got distracted by this rabbit – and it wasn't even wearing a chain…grins … And if this turns into more than a one-shot, it will be your entire fault. Even green-line Word agrees with me there…lol
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