Gun Smoke Chapter 4: Broken

"Roy, please come home," Hawkeye said one Friday evening 3 months after the break up of Mustang and Havoc. Since then, she had been secretly dating Mustang. It was his idea, though. He had asked her to stay with him a few days after the plan backfired and she replied with forever and for always.

"I'll be home in an hour, Riza." He softly said.

"Your shift was over an hour ago. It's not good for you to work late."

He sighed. She did have a point. "Alright, I'll be hoom soon then."

"I love you, Roy."

Mustang hesitated. "I love you too."

Jean Havoc was getting ready for his first date in three months. He hadn't really been interested in anyone even though he seemed to be surrounded by beautiful girls when he wasn't at work. However, he finally was able to ask someone: Solarius. Drop dead gorgeous with hugeboos. Even though he had spent most of his time with Roy, he still loved boos. Especially he-yuge ones.

He checked himself in the mirror, put his cig in the ash tray, sprayed on some cologne, then headed out the door.

On his way to the resturant where he'd be meeting the beautiful Solarius, he passed by a flower stand. Realizing that he should probably get some, he stopped. After thinking it over for awhile, he purchased a solitary red rose. Dating Mustang had taught him a trick or two.

Gah! Why do I keep thinking about Roy when some beautiful boobs-girl is waiting for me? He thought.

You loved him. He was your first love, replied that ever so annoying inner voice.

Grumbling, he eventually arrived at the restaurant. At the site of Solarius, Havoc's frown turned upside down. When he reached their table, he held out the rose and said, "I didn't keep you waiting, did I?"

She smiled kindly at him, but her eyes were emotionless. "No, I just got here a few minutes ago."

He smiled a care-free smile not knowing what this woman had in store for his future.

Months.

It had been months since Roy and been alone with Jean. Sure, they were in an abandoned building look for something, hunting homunculi, but Mustang was still as nervous as hell. However, that was hours ago. Well, in his mind. It was probably only a half-hour ago at tops. Now, he was kneeling beside Havoc, his have, blood dripping down his side, as he burning Havoc's wounds so they would stop bleeding.

"Please, don't die. God, save him." Roy kept muttering over and over again.

When he thought the work was done well enough, he kissed Havoc. Oh, how cold his lips felt! "I'll be back," he whispered. "So, please, don't die on me."

He stood with a determined look on his face. Today, he was going to find out how to kill a homunculus.

Havoc was sleeping in the crisp, bright hospital bed next to Roy. Hawkeye was on his other side, holding his hand gently. He tried so hard not to look at the sleeping figure; tried not to watch that perfectly made chest rise and fall in a perfect rhythm; tried not to wonder if Havoc was dreaming of. But, Roy hoped he was dreaming about him.

And Hawkeye knew. She'd always been able to read Mustang for he was an open book to her. It had taken her awhile to open his awaiting pages, but now every black letter could be seen. It made her heart break. "Why?" her whisper just as shattered as her heart.

"Hm?" Roy looked at her a little confused, a little dazed. Her singular word had ripped him from his thoughts.

"Why do you love him," she gestured towards Havoc, "more than me? I showed you the secrets of fire alchemy, I've always been by your side, so why him?"

Roy looked away. A woman's tears can be painful to a man, but Hawkeye's could kill. Crying didn't suit her.

"Answer me, damn it."

A small, warm smile came to his face. "I don't know why. Besides, do I really need a reason to love someone?"

"Sir . . ." her hand fell silently to her side. Roy never turned his head to look at her, not even as she closed the door.