Also posted on Lunaescence. FullMetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa.
Facing a loaded gun has nothing on this, Jean thinks shaking his arms to try and get feeling back into them. I'd rather face a thousand guns than do this.
Behind him he hears Breda snicker and, goddamn it that pisses him off. Like Breda could muster up the balls to do what Jean's about to do.
"Come on, Havoc; just go over there and do it."
Slapping himself a little on both cheeks, Havoc pumps himself up and breathes in deeply before starting the long walk over to her, the same 'her' that's been here every day for the past two weeks to visit a friend who's laid up for something stupid like an infection of the toe or something; the same 'her' that's recently single and the same 'her' he most certainly didn't threaten Falman in stalking learning about the past two weeks.
He rolls his wheelchair towards her, leaning on it to relieve the pain that still lingers around his knees. She's laughing at a joke told to her by a nurse, a male nurse and that pisses him off just enough that backing down doesn't even cross his mind.
He angles the chair so that he can 'accidentally' run into her.
"I-I'm sorry," he stutters out as she turns around, her fingers moving up to brush the hair out of her face.
"It's fine."
It's the smile that gets him. It's so big and bright and pretty that the last thing on his mind is making coherent conversation.
Leaning on the wheelchair he smiles at her and ruffles his hair.
"You know," he starts thinking wildly of all the pick-up lines he's ever used, "I may not be the Colonel but I can set your heart aflame."
She stares at him for half a second and he's worried that she's going to think he's a complete and total idiot. Breda's chuckling has gotten louder in the background and Jean's starting to sweat.
And then she bursts out laughing, a deep throaty laugh that makes Jean laugh too. That is, until the wheelchair slips from underneath his elbow and he goes crashing to the floor.
Breda's laughing so hard now that he has to hold onto the wall to keep from falling and she's standing over Jean with her hand over her mouth and her shoulders are shaking with suppressed laughter and all Jean can think about is that this is the perfect position to see up her dress.
"You know," Jean starts, raising one hand wearily, "I was paralyzed."