DISCLAIMER!: I do not own FullMetal alchemist.

Okay so here we go. Now for starters. THIS IS HAVOCAI for all you people. And yes as much as I love royal I decided I need to branch out and try something else. So here ya go. Also rating is for potential fluff In later chapters as well as hints of abuse. Also if you don't want to have roy made out to be a total jerk you shouldn't read this but. Really you should and yeah. But please no flames if you don't like it than stop reading its that simple anyway now on to the story.

He saw her as he was leaving the firing range after work, it was rather late so he was surprised to see her sitting on one of the benches outside of the main building. She was sitting with her boots up on the seat of the bench and she was leaning against it as far back as she could tilting her head back and resting her arm on her right knee, she was holding a lit cigarette in her fingers. He stopped and watched her for a moment as she raised the cigarette to her lips, and took a long drag before returning her hand to its resting place on her knee and blowing the smoke slowly out of her mouth up into the sky. He walked over to her and sat down on the bench next to her.

"I thought you had quit." He stated as a form of greeting. He Hadn't actually talked to her in a while, other than exchanging formal conversation at work, they had been close friends through the academy and during the Ishbal rebellion, but had lately not seen much of each other and had just become co workers. Something Havoc regretted, though he honestly didn't have the slightest clue what had happened to cause the distance.

"Old habits die hard." She replied. Riza Hawkeye had been surprised when he had sat down next to her, and hurriedly tried to pull herself together, she had been crying something she never let anyone else witness.

Havoc caught the quiver in her voice that automatically told him that something was wrong. He knew her even thought they hadn't talked or hung out recently he knew her very well and she never got upset but here she was smoking, a habit she had kicked after being transferred to working with him under Roy Mustang after Ishbal.

"Hawkeye whats wrong?" He asked hoping that she would open up to him, and tell him what was bothering her. She had always done so in the past. But she had changed and he really didn't know why.

"nothing, nothing is wrong." she said taking another long drag from her cigarette. Not looking at him, and hoping that the wind would magically dry the traces of tears that were on her cheeks.

"Hawkeye, look at me, and tell me whats wrong. You can't bullshit me." She didn't look at him she left her head tilted back and bit her lip.

"Its nothing"

Havoc, sighed frustrated, he wanted to just tear down whatever was keeping her from talking to him, unless she was trying to protect him from something. That must be it he reasoned, but what he ran a list of things through his head that she would want to keep from him. She was like that always trying to handle things on her own, refusing to let anyone help. Maybe because she didn't trust anyone and maybe because she just didn't want anyone getting caught in the middle of something they had no business in. but Havoc had made up his mind, he was going to find out what it was. He sighed hoped to whatever god was up there that she didn't shoot him for what he was about to do. He reached out and plucked the cigarette out of her hand and took a drag, causing her to look up and glare at him for stealing her source of some comfort. He handed the cigarette back to her and quickly cupped her face in his hand, before she could turn away. She flat out glared at him, but he noticed that her cheeks were tear stained.

"you were crying, you know you wouldn't have been able to hide that from me. Come on, we are still best friends aren't we? I mean, what happened to change that. Hawkeye not to toot my own horn but I know you. We were in the same class at the academy, stationed together in ishbal and now serving under the king of egotists himself the Flame Alchemist, Roy Mustang." Havoc finished trying to make a joke but realized he had said something wrong when Hawkeye jerked her face away from him and leaned back against the bench again coughing as she choked a bit on the smoke she had just inhaled from her cigarette. He noticed as her shoulders slumped ever so slightly.

"god, Havoc, I'm so sorry I've just been so busy and caught up with work and… how come you always can get me to completely break down when I am trying to shut stuff away?" She hurriedly wiped at her face as more tears threatened to escape her eyes.

She changed the subject he noticed, but his suspicions had been confirmed all this had something to do with the colonel. She would tell him eventually but not know, he know how much it was killing her to be seen by anyone, not like there were many people out at this time, but she hated showing any display of what anyone could call weakness in public. And he knew that, from being in the same class as her at the academy. "oh the old days, everything was so simple than, we were all so naïve." he thought before turning his attention back to his friend. It was starting to get windy and her hair was starting to find its way out of the clip that normally perfectly held her hair in place, but now it was failing in its main task as the wind blew strands around her face. He could see that she was struggling to pull herself together, considering she was still trying to pull from her cigarette which had reached the filter by now. She glared at it and threw it on the ground stomping it out with her foot. She hugged her knees to her chest and took a deep breath. He realized than how pretty she looked. He immediately stopped his brain in its tracks mentally cursed at himself. "you stupid jerk, something happened between her and the flame basterd, and you have no clue what it is other than those rumors that they were going out or atleast sleeping together, and you know she loves him, but he just shrugs it off and doesn't realize it. God he is a jerk and doesn't deserve her. that's probably it though. just look at yourself, she's your best friend and she's hawkeye, but that's just it. Okay stop confusing your self and just try and cheer her the fuck up." He noticed her looking at him curious, it seemed she had regained most of her composure while he had been lost in his own thoughts. She shivered.

Finally he spoke. "because I don't let anything slip past me, and I am a stubborn son of a bitch who doesn't give up easily. Also I noticed how you changed the subject, you can get away with that for now because its windy as hell and I know how much you hate being emotional in public, but you are coming back to my place and I am making you tea and you are going to spill your guts out, it will be like the old days, okay?" he stood up and offered a hand which he knew she would refuse, and she pushed herself up as well.

"you have a cigarette?" she asked, he nodded and gave her one, she struggled to light it in the wind, finally succeeding and slipping the expensive metal lighter that he had not been aware she had back into the pocket of her uniform. He lit a cigarette for himself and they began to make the cold walk back to his small apartment. The whole way there he couldn't stop trying to figure out when she had gotten so damn pretty.