Chapter: Chapter 1, Miserable Thoughts
Summary: Maes Hughes has died, and Jean Havoc is distraught.
Paring: Every mix of RoyxJeanxMaes except all three at once. Implied or otherwise.
Chapter Rating: T/PG (eh? I'm not very good at ratings...)
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal or any of the characters. If I did, I would contradict myself with the many 'ships that I would involve.
This fic is dedicated to my wonderful friend Domino-domo (Robyn).
She introduced me to the world of FMA and it is for her really, that this fic has been written hugs
The death of Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes had affected Jean badly. Since that terrible night, one week ago, his life had changed dramatically. In the days before, when he had knocked off from work, he would return to a home full of laughter, and he would not be alone. During the day he would smile and joke along with his colleges, and most importantly, him. During the nights, he found sweet release with his lover.
They never mentioned anything at the office, always trusting the other to come home that night. They consistently called each other either by rank or last name, never letting on the secret that they were in truth, far beyond first name terms.
And yet somehow, through this cleverly organised disguise, people had picked up on the fact that Jean Havoc had a partner within the military. People had deduced, quite rightly so, that it was someone within his office, and had logically assumed it was First Lieutenant Hawkeye.
Jean had been pleased to hear that people actually considered him a straight man. In fact, he hadn't really been interested in a woman for several years now. When he joined the military, he had spotted his now current lover from afar, and knew he wanted to be in that man's bed.
It was only after the death of Hughes that people realised that it was not Hawkeye whom he curled up with, night after night. They saw the hurt in his eyes, the pain of loosing someone you loved. They gave their sympathies to him, a look in their eyes that showed they understood.
'Bastards…' thought Jean.
For although everyone thought they knew the reason for Jean's sadness, and pitied him for the loss of his lover, they were wrong: they had the wrong man. Yes, his world had changed when Maes Hughes died, but his world had not died...
It was not Hughes' bed which he shared, but an all together different man's. One who had been affected so badly by the death, that he had stopped communicating with others – even Jean.
Colonel Roy Mustang.
The death of his best friend had been devastating. He no longer wanted to see or talk to anyone, not even the man whom he slept with, every night prior to the event.
Jean thought of the last night they had spent together; the night before Hughes' death. In that night, everything they ever felt for, and needed from, the other was shown in such a wave of emotions that they had never know before.
That night, one week ago, was the last night he had spent with Roy Mustang.