Chapter 1: Jean Havoc VS. the World

Strike One: Ice Cold

After a long deliberation with himself, Jean Havoc came to the conclusion that it just wasn't his week. It had been less than a month since he came to Central and he was already drowning in unending heaps of paperwork. To make matters worse, his luck with the ladies hadn't been that spectacular either.

On his very first day he was introduce to the newly formed Mustang unit. Much to his disappointment, the team consisted of five guys, including himself and only one female. The one and only- First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. In all honesty, she did not seem like Jean's type, at all but he was determined to test his charm.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye that seems heavy, I'll carry it for you."

"I'm quite alright Lt. Havoc." she replied deadpan. Any other girl would have swooned but Jean was beginning to realize that the girls at Central were not so easily impressed.

"Lieutenant, this sure was a taxing week. I'm going drink to let off some steam. You're welcome to join-"

"No thank you. I don't fancy bars much, they often give me a headache."

"I see. Well, see you on Monday then." He replied sheepishly. This had never happened to him. Striking out once was fine, but twice?

The third time Jean was determined to woo Lt. Hawkeye. He even had a fullpoof plan. Everyone had left the office except Lt. Hawkeye and himself. The Colonel was off to a meeting and the rest of the unit had gone home.

The Lieutenant had switched-off all the lights and was about to lock up the office when Jean approached her. The pale moonlight seeping into the lobby provided for a naturally romantic setting. Jean was sure that he would win over the Lieutenant this time.

"The moon looks beautiful, doesn't it?" He looked down at her gently.

"Hmm..." She paid little attention to him as she sorted through the last of the paperwork.

"But it's nothing in comparison to-"

"Lt. havoc I would prefer if it you stopped chattering and helped me with this instead."

'Well that was rather embarrassing, being shut down like that. Hopefully no one saw me-" Jean's train of thought was cut short as he spotted the Colonel. 'When did he come back? Did he see?'

If he had seen it, he did not let on. He very casually made his way towards Jean and began chatting away. "Tell me Havoc, do you have a death wish?"

"A death wish? Of course not." Jean answered as the Colonel lead him outside.

"Well in that case it's best you stay away from Lieutenant Hawkeye."

'Does he like her? Oh crap, what have I gotten myself into?'

Sensing Jean's discomfort, the Colonel added. "Just a friendly reminder. Every guy who has ever asked her out has been turned down. I even heard a rumor that she shot a guy who was being too persistent. Now, who's knows if that's true. But prevention is better than cure, is it not?"

"Sir." Havoc didn't believe the rumor but he did make up his mind to stay away from the Lieutenant.

Strike Two: The Dilemma

Jean reminded himself not to be disheartened by one failure. There were still plenty of girls in Central.

All his gloom disappeared when he saw her- Elena, or so her name-tag read. She was the new receptionist with the most beautiful blue eyes.

"Ah. How am I going to get any work done now?" He smirked at the girl.

"Pardon me?"

"Well, what I meant to say was that your eyes are just so beautiful. They'll easily distract me from my work." Lo and behold, Jean had found a beautiful woman to dine with that night.

"So Havoc, how are things with the pretty blonde?" Falman asked as he took a sip of beer.

"Great! She's totally into me, you know? It's been what, two- three weeks? We're doing great."

Jean would soon realize they were, in fact, not doing great.

"What in the world happened to you Havoc?" Colonel Mustang quirked an eyebrow in his direction.

"My girlfriend dumped me." Jean replied bitterly as he tenderly touched his reddened cheek.

"Why? What happened this time?"

The image of Elena slapping him across his face replayed on a continuous loop in his mind. Eventually he distracted himself enough from the memory to answer the Colonel.

"She asked me, 'what was more important, me or your job?' "

"What a sad state of affairs." Major Armstrong shook his head sympathetically.

"Tell me about it! Any real man should be able to keep a job and a woman." The Colonel chided.

'And whose fault is that?!' Jean thought to himself but refrained from saying it.

After a moment of thought Col. Mustang turned to face the Major. "Major Armstrong you're from Central, introduce Havoc here to some nice girls."

'What is this guy up to?' Jean wondered.

"Let me see." It seemed that an idea had just struck the man. "My sister!"

'His sister?!'

"Yes, she's an exact replica of me." A shiver ran down Jean's spine.

The image that popped into his mind was grotesque at best and outright scarring at worst!

"She has captivating features and a winning smile..." The Major was saying and Jean was minutes aways from dashing away.

"Hold it Havoc." The Colonel grabbed his shoulder.

"I won't be able to sleep thanks to that image you guys have put in my mind!"

"Now Havoc, the Armstrongs are noble stock, heirs to great wealth and power. It would be useful to get cozy with them. This is chance of a lifetime for a country boy like you. You are on the fast track to fortune."

A coy smile played on the colonel's lips. "Don't think it over, it's an order you must go and meet her.

'I knew it! There is no way this man will do anything without ulterior motives!'

"You're enjoying this, aren't you sir?!"

Strike Two: Strong Men

'Why am I in a place like this?!' Jean straightened as Philip Armstrong took a seat across from him. Despite his discomfort, Jean was relieved that the dining table was absurdly long for it kept Philip a good distance away from him.

The dining room alone was adorned with crystal vases and large chandeliers. The furniture was made with the finest quality wood and Jean was certain that the cutlery was silver. He had never felt more out of place than he did at that moment. Jean was having trouble adjusting to city life, this kind of luxurious mansion was way out of his comfort zone.

"Ah, let me tell you about the Armstrong family... "He was saying but all Jean could think of was how all this man's off-springs looked. He could already see the resemblance between Philip and Alex, which made him even more anxious.

"Darling, you're boring him." Major Armstrong's mother appeared.

'Phew, at least she looks norm-' Jean thought to himself but stopped when he saw her up close. She, much like the rest of her family was extraordinarily tall.

'No way anything feminine is going to be raised in this household...But if I had to, I would hope Major's sister takes after his mother rather than his father.'

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Catherine Elle Armstrong." A sweet voice drew him out of his internal monologue.

'It can't be? She is related to them?!' Jean's reaction wasn't uncommon. Where as the rest of the Armstrong family appeared like giants, Catherine was small and petite. She had soft eyes and rosy cheeks much different from her brother's.

"Isn't she beautiful? She a splitting image of me."

'In what world Major?!' Jean screamed internally but asked rather politely," How so?"

"Our lower lashes are identical." The major answered in a heartbeat.

"Ahem." Jean cleared his throat and tried to subdue the blood that was rushing to his cheeks." Do you have any hobbies Ms. Catherine?"

"The piano..." She smiled shyly.

'As I thought, even her hobbies are elegant.'

"I like to lift the piano." She finished.

'Now I get it. She's definitely an Armstrong. But it doesn't matter, she's so cute!'

"Ms. Catherine, would you like to go out with me?" Jean asked diligently.

From the corner of his eye, Jean could spot Mr. And Mrs. Armstrong talking.

"They make a lovely couple."

"I agree. He's a fine lad."

'YES!' He had her parents approval and presumably the Major's too. There was no way this could go wrong.

"Um... Mr. Havoc, I'm sorry but I like strong men like my brother. You're not really my type."

The next week Riza found herself wondering."I haven't seen Lieutenant Havoc lately."

"Male-female relationships are hard to build aren't they lieutenant?" Roy answered.

"Sir?"

Jean would certainly agree.

"Where are you lost Lt. havoc? You still haven't answered my question- have you ever struck out with a woman?" Kain Fuery questioned.

"Ah... Haha." Jean finally snapped out of his recollection of memories." Well let's just say I had a bit of a hard time adjusting when I came to the city..."

"That's not much an answer Havoc." Colonel Mustang teased.

"And what about you Colonel, have you ever struck out with a woman?"

Next chapter we answer the question addressed to Roy.

Author's Note: Hi this one is longer than my usual works, I hope you liked it.

This chapter is based on chapter 29.5 of the manga titled" The Second Lieutenant Goes to Battle! "

This started out as just a Havoc-centric fanfic but I am planning to do this for each me never of the Mustang Crew. So basically, I will just be detailing each of their love lives. Stay tuned.

Disclaimer: I do not own FMA. All thoughts belong to the creator.