A/N: Sorry for the delay, folks...I was busy last weekend becoming a high school graduate...it's really amazing how long those ceremonies last - and so boring! Even having to give the valedictorian speech didn't serve to make it less boring. Worse, actually, because I was on the stage, so I couldn't poke the people next to me and make rude comments about the principal and his inability to pronounce "polysyllabic". Heh. Anyway, now that I'm back, I bring you HavocFuery fluff - and enjoy it, because my angst to fluff ratio is about 10:1. I have very sad and angsty plot bunnies. It's a serious problem.

Disclaimer: If you think I am the owner of FMA, you would probably also have believed the nice things our principal said about Pesko, the salutatorian (ha!), aka Quintessential WASP Boy, Smarmy Git from Hell.


Promotion

Havoc's first conversation with Fuery lasted less than a minute. He'd been promoted to lieutenant that morning, and was hurrying down the hall to meet his new commanding officer, so terrified he could barely breathe, when a pale, frightened-looking private stopped him and asked him where the mess hall was.

After several seconds of silence, staring, and fumbling his cigarette, Havoc managed to stammer out the directions.

It wasn't until the young man left that he realized there was more to his awkwardness than disbelief that others would defer to him; Private Fuery was the cutest soldier he'd ever seen.


A/N: Just a reminder that reviews make me happy and suggestions feed my rabid plot bunnies.