This got long. But, I kind of love it?
The whole night blew up in Havoc's face,
which was rather unsurprising.
The least luckiest bachelor in all of Amestris, indeed.
It was true. Why did he even ask at all?
He knew this would happen.
He was stupid.
So so stupid.
He didn't deserve the picket fence.
He imagined he'd blame a cocktail of immense trust in Riza Hawkeye,
therefore, a complete elimination of any chance of failure,
and that stupid red magic mystic stone of ultimate cosmic power,
Havoc had done the whole ordeal, smooth as peanut butter.
He caught up to her, grabbed her elbow before she could get away once more,
then Jean Havoc leaned against the wall and finally asked Rebecca Catalina
if she wanted to catch a flick tonight around 8.
The smile she gave him was something he could certainly
blush and gush over, bright, sparkling, pink cheeks.
It was perfect.
The smile she gave him was the ultimate reward.
The smile she gave him made him miserable
As he sat still on his couch in the dark, staring at the clock,
quarter past eight, legs barely even there.
He couldn't feel them. He knew he couldn't stand.
Perhaps he could, but, he knew wasn't strong enough
to take the risk and even attempt to try.
He had gotten used to that wheelchair.
He had spent so much time,
Sitting.
Yes, it was safer to stay as such,
rather than to attempt to stand and utterly collapse.
Havoc sat there frozen until the moonlight turned to sunlight,
Then, somehow, someway, he appeared in his desk chair
the next morning, ungroomed, unshaven, unruly.
Riza stopped by Roy's desk to switch stacks,
when he motioned her closer.
"Do you think the sex was really that mindbl-"
Riza slammed the new stack on his desk, restraining from
smacking him upside the head, "Back to work."
Riza knew that was certainly not it.
Riza wasn't even sure they had seen each other at all last night.
She received no update,
no call from Rebecca.
Riza knew something was wrong.
He had completed one report in three hours.
Something was so very wrong.
But, the Captain kept a straight face.
She didn't ask. She let him coast for the day.
The lunch break came, Fuery left.
Breda bolted. Havoc hadn't moved an inch.
Riza had let him coast too long.
She immediately regretted it, hated herself,
when the storm hit hard, and Havoc had no one on his side.
The doors flew open.
Havoc finally looked up,
knowing.
"Jean Havoc." Rebecca growled.
"You despicable disgusting, useless scum."
Roy and Riza looked straight to each other,
Pure terror. Not even sure if her pistol and his gloves combined
could take on the pure wrath that was Rebecca Catalina scorned,
She hadn't even noticed, didn't even care that they were still in the room.
"Rebecca-," Havoc hid in his hands and pleaded.
"You stood me up." Rebecca's voice betrayed her,
It shook, uncontrollable, "You didn't even call."
Havoc hid. He curled his toes,
Felt his legs seep into paralysis.
"Look at me, you idiot!"
Havoc did as she said,
so weakly, red eyes.
Physical strength wouldn't help him now.
Rebecca Catalina deserved someone much less
terrified.
"What gives you the right to-"
Then there was the outburst,
He felt Lust's spear slice through his spine,
and the blood and heard the Colonel screaming,
Then saw the hospital phone,
He stared at it night and day,
and he muttered her number
Over and over
and over
again.
He never called
Havoc could barely feel his legs,
But, he still shot to his feet.
"Dammit Rebecca, just get out of here."
"No," she impossibly persisted, Gritting her teeth,
Not afraid to get into his face.
"Tell me right now.Why did yo-"
"My legs were numb!" He yelled, screamed,
pleaded between his words that she leave
and just leave forever while she was at it
On the other side of the room, Roy only raised an eyebrow, completely lost.
But, Riza's breath stopped cold, heartbroken.
The General hadn't noticed, but he squinted ever since
he got his sight back. She knew that fear.
"They were numb. They didn't hurt,"
Rebecca bit back in a cold sort of way, quieter, sharper,
reserved for the moments when she was in the most pain,
"They were just…'numb'"
"Yes," Havoc said blankly, turned, and took shelter
under his mask of casual rebellion. Under that mask,
he could finally look the woman straight in the eye,
without constantly being reminded
of what he was missing out on,
what he had missed out on
for this long.
"So, I just don't think we should go out."
Rebecca's jaw dropped just so.
Riza almost saw her lip quiver.
Rebecca knew that was the bottom line of all this.
But, the twist of the knife, hearing Jean say it,
was so much more violent,
vicious,
unbearable.
"Why," Rebecca's voice gave out,
Havoc's eyes softened just so,
"Tell me the truth."
Havoc looked away from her, seeing the tears so close
to flooding down her cheeks. He ran his hand through his hair,
willing himself not to pull all of it out at once.
He somehow told her the truth,
"You should date a guy that, if he's going to stand you up-"
"I deserve a guy that's going to stand me up-"
Rebecca's cheeks turned red hot.
She was about to explode all over again,
until Jean cut her off, raising a gentle hand.
"If he's going to stand you up, he should be able to actually stand."
That stone, of red and magic and ultimate cosmic power.
Perhaps it didn't work. Perhaps it was only temporary.
Perhaps they were all fools.
Roy couldn't watch anymore, knowing that fear all too well.
The Captain hadn't noticed, but he squinted ever since he got his vision back.
His eyes hurt, and some things were certainly blurry.
He couldn't remember if they were blurry before.
Roy glanced at Riza. She held the bridge of her nose,
hid, and stiffened so she wouldn't shake.
It was always the most painful when her face
went just the slightest bit fuzzy.
It drove him crazy.
It was all psychological, he told himself.
His eyes were fine.
Seemed Havoc was in the same boat.
But, Rebecca wouldn't take that fate without a fight.
"Thatis the stupidest thing you have ever said, Jean Havoc."
She wouldn't settle for surrendering,
simply because Havoc could lose his legs again.
That ridiculous red magic mystic stone of ultimate cosmic power,
wouldn't decided who Rebecca Catalina should or shouldn't date.
Rebecca was always meant to be with Jean Havoc,
for the rest of forever. And, that was just that.
"Rebe-"
She cut him off quick, grabbing his lapel
and kissing him firmly, turned soft, turned sweet.
Then she ripped away and lifted a hand as she made her grand exit,
purely in the style of Rebecca Catalina. "I'll be over at 8 with Xingese take-out."
The door slammed closed. Havoc stood frozen, red as a tomato.
The General and the Captain stood just the same, jaws dropped.
"Well, that went," Riza said softly, "well, I suppose."
Roy snickered, "Well, indeed." Riza sighed, relief.
"It's been long enough," Havoc grinned softly,
after a long while, finally, full-heartedly believing it was true.
He was finally going after his white picket fence woman.
He was finally going after Rebecca Catalina.
It had certainly been long enough.
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