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I looked up from my sketch book, Havoc sat across from me. We hadn't shared more then the minimum amount of conversation since the day before. I wasn't sure if he was giving me my space, or if he was honestly angry with me. When I'd come out of my room yesterday morning, He'd already washed off the coffee, and changed into new clothes. He'd glanced at me from over his shoulder before telling me that we would be leaving for the train station in ten. On the train he hadn't said one word until it was time for us to get off, and then he'd just give me two thousand yen and told me to get some dinner from the diner of the hotel we stayed at that night.

It had been a very quiet train ride, and I was starting to want to talk to him. I added some more detail to the picture I was working on the picture of Havoc. In the picture he was sitting, his feet crossed over the seat next to him. He had a book in one hand, and was fiddling with a lighter in the other. Instead of the cigarette he currently was sucking on, pointlessly, he had a toothpick sticking out of the corner of his mouth. With the time I'd taken out to do his face, I'd noticed how long his eye lashes where. They went feminine like Armstrong's but they softened his face. His eyes were half closed and I could see how the shine of his lashes reflected the light. I'd noticed how his hair spiked naturally, making me think of my brother's bed head, though he had curled hair like mine. His mouth was a firm line, and I put money on it that he was a stickler for rules. I added a little more detail to the seat that acted as a background.

I looked up at him again, and silently put my open sketch book in the seat next to him as I put my pencils back in the tin I'd gotten for them. I also pulled out my grandfather's journal, pretending to forget that I'd put my book there. I read the same page three times waiting for Havoc to notice… anything.

"Dalka," Havoc said, I looked up. He was sitting in his seat, of course, My book was in his hand, which was offered out to me. He raised his eyebrow as my eyes went to and from him and the book, "You forgot to put this away."

"Oh," I said, sounding disappointed, I blushed taking my sketch book, "Thanks…" My eyes flashed to him again as I hold it close to me, "You didn't… look at it… did you?"

He looked up from his book, and sighed, "I saw the one on that open page, but I didn't look at any others." He shrugged, "That one's decent."

"Oh…" I closed it and slid it into my bag.

I picked up the journal again, and turned the page wanting to read more then the first page. "You drew those?" Havoc asked.

I looked back up at him, he was looking at his book again, "Yeah…"

"Huh…" Was his reply, still looking at his book. He closed it suddenly, looking at me, "Is that how you see me?"

I glanced at him, blushed a little, "Yeah, sometimes… You really what to see what I saw on our last train ride?"

He looked at me for another minute, I could tell he wanted to. He leaned back, opening his book again, "Naw…" I sighed that's not what I'd hoped for him to say. I opened my grandfather's journal again, resigned to just reading the entries. I heard Havoc snap his book close again and sigh, "Dalka…" He hesitated. I imagined his brain working to find the right words, "I'm sorry." It was blunt and quickly said but I'd caught it.

I wasn't going to let this be easy for him. I'd wanted to talk to him, but I was still very proud, "Sorry for what?"

He blushed lightly, "I'm sorry I beat you up, I'm sorry I pissed you off, and…" He looked very uncomfortable, "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from what ever scared you in Central."

Now it was my turn to be uncomfortable, "Don't worry about the first two, I've already forgiven you. The last…" I shifted in my seat, "It… It wasn't your fault… That man… I don't know why but there was this man on the other side of the street… He was just standing there watching me… He couldn't have hurt me, but there was something, something about him that made me afraid. I knew, in less then a minute, what he could do to me, and it terrified me, I just had to get away from him." I spoke slowly trying to remember exactly what had been running through my mind, "I didn't think about him following, or about you… I just had, you know, the fight or flee instinct, and my mind stopped working."

Havoc's eyes hadn't left me for the entire explanation. They had little understanding, if any, and I could feel them boring into me. "You fought Scar," He said plainly. How had he known about that?

I laughed, tears in the corner of my eyes, "I tried to run from him, too. He just attacked. I don't think of myself as a fighter, Havoc." I glanced at him but he had on a polite listening face, "I can fight, I just don't think of hurting people first thing when they attack me. My sensei and my grandfather pounded into my head that if I have the ability to run I need to do so." I shuddered suddenly, and remembered an important part of what had happened, "Do you ever get this weird vibe from anyone up at the office?"

He blinked at me, surprised at the sudden change in subject, "Not… really…?" He spoke slowly odviously confused.

I bit me lip, and looked out the window, "Why would I feel like that then…" I'd said it to my self, but Havoc read my expression.

"You know some times I can tell when Hawkeye is coming," He said thinking that's what I'd meant.

It wasn't but I laughed, "That's just when she wants to shoot you." I felt better now, He was talking to me, even if it was a little forced. "Even animal's know when something wants to kill them." I smiled at him, changing subject suddenly. "I wonder what my brother would think of me like this right now." I said daydream like, I missed my brother, a lot.

Havoc shrugged, "If he's anything like you he'd probably try to beat the crap out of me."

I laughed, "My brother, was calmer, he was trying to become a doctor." I looked at him, "He had a since of humor. He use to pull tricks on me with his best friend, Charlie. Mustang reminds me of him a little, of Charlie not my brother. But Samuel was different then you, he'd come up with the tricks and then apologize for them later. He loves chess and other games like that."

Havoc actually laughed, "Then he'd probably think like Breda, Coming up with some prank to pull on you for it."

I smiled at him and pulled out my sketch book, opening to the page that had Ed sleeping on him and turned it showing it to Havoc, "And both of them would probably never let you live this down."

Havoc went pale and then bright red as he realized what it was, he reached for my sketch book, but I was faster. He ended up falling off his seat and onto his face. The sound of the smack of his face and my high pitched laughter brought the clerk over with several complaints. I apologized while still laughing, and waved a hand at Havoc to go sit down.

When I sat back down I was still giggling, "Give me that picture," Havoc demanded.

I smiled at him from behind my hand, "Or you'll do what?" I blinked rapidly, "You wouldn't shoot little ol' me?" I put on a fake, heavy, southern drawl, then dropped it quickly, "I'm your superior officer, remember?"

He hung his head, "What do you want?"

I grinned, "Nothing right now, but I'll let you know when I think of something." The rest of our train ride for that day was pleasant, at least compared to the train ride the day before. That is until we reached our hotel for that night.

The town was big, everything was flashy, and bespoke of being extremely expensive. Yet some how I was still surprised when the lady at the front desk gave us our keys, "Alright, Mr. Havoc, here's a set of keys for you and your cousin," We'd agree to that story until we started wearing our uniforms, "Your room is 305, enjoy your stay."

We both blinked at her, before I stepped forward, "I'm sorry ma'am, what's my room number?"

She smiled politely, "305, miss."

I tried to remain polite as well, "Are you telling me that me and this dunder… I mean, my cousin are sharing a room?"

"Yes ma'am," The lady said hearing my disapproval, "The man who made the reservations, your uncle? Said as long as there were two beds you'd not have a problem. We'd actually tried to give you a room each, but we had a sudden attack of travelers this week. We were forced to put many people who'd asked for more rooms together, only if their family though." She looked worriedly from me to Havoc, "I personally called your uncle and asked if this was acceptable, I told you what he said."

I managed to force a smile, "My uncle, tell me did he sound kind of sleazy, you know, like a womanizer?"

The woman blushed, "Well, once I'd finished telling him our problem he asked me for my measurements…"

I thanked her and left before I destroyed something. On the stairs I lugged my bag up the stairs, Havoc right behind me, "Havoc, If I give you an order… you'd have to obey it right?"

I could feel him looking at the back of my head, "With in reason, yes."

"Okay," I shrugged my bag higher up on my shoulder, "When you get back to East City…" We arrived on the third floor, "Do me the favor of shooting Mustang."

He laughed weakly, hoping I was joking, at the look on my face he opened the door to our room, loosing the smile. "I can't kill the Colonel," He said putting his bag on one bed.

"I didn't ask you to kill him, I believe I asked you to shoot him." I said, stowing my duffle bag in the closet and keeping the bag with me sketch book near my foot as I sat on the edge, "I understand, from you, that you're a descent shot, maybe not as good as Hawkeye…"

He grunted, "I'm not happy about this either, but neither of us can do more then get angry at him. He's our superior officer."

I made an angry noise before I got up and started to pace, "I'll do more then 'get angry at him' that next time I see that Bastard."

Havoc sighed, "Well," He said looking around the room, "We have one bathroom, so who gets to use it first?"

I shrugged, "I like to use the shower at night. Why don't I take a shower tonight, after dinner, and you take one in the morning, you know, to make sure there's enough hot water?"

Havoc nodded, "Let's go get dinner then."

I got out of the shower, it was steamy in the small room. I wrapped a towel around my torso, and brushed my hair out of the bun I'd pulled it into. I tugged on my comfy, silk bottoms, and the tight, spaghetti strap, tank top. I saw my self in the mirror and grinned evilly, Havoc would probably have a nose bleed or something at sight of me. I opened the door letting the steam out and began brushing my teeth.

Once finished I walked into our room, bare foot, and climbed on to my bed, pulling out my grandfather's journal. I opened it, not reading, but pretending to, I waited. "Um… Dalka…" Havoc said, slowly.

I looked up at him blinking, through my hair and bangs, "Yes, Havoc?" I mimicked his tone. Havoc was sitting on his bed, he had a small notebook open in his lap. The shocked look on his face, and the light blush that covered his cheeks was priceless.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, blushing brighter.

I gave him an innocent look, "Me? I'm just wearing my Pjs."

Havoc looked away, "Ok… I may as well go change into my sleeping clothes." He stood up, leaving his book and pencil on the bed. I read the journal while he was in the bathroom, and glanced up when I heard the toilet flush. Havoc came out in plaid pants, which hung dangerously low on his hips, his dog tags, and not much else. I blushed but hid it behind my book. I managed to keep my mind on the journal for the next hour.

"Dalka…" Havoc said after a while, "You've been flipping back and forth from that page to the on before it for the past ten minutes. What the hell is so interesting?"

I didn't look up, "It's this journal entry. My grandfather writes about His alchemic experiments…" I made a confused noise then turned to him, "I mean this journal was started before he came to Amestris, and then he explains a lot about Grumman, and his family and house, then he doesn't write a thing for six months, then when he finally picks it up again he explains that he's now a state alchemist. That all goes pretty well with the time line I've formed in my mind, but it's the experiments he writes down that catch my attention."

Havoc had put down his notepad, and was listening closely to everything I'd said. He nodded, waiting for me to continue.

"Here listen to this," I glanced at him then at the book again, "I was ordered to attempt a transmutation on another living thing yesterday. From the beginning I had a bad feeling about it, but what they asked of me seemed reasonable, it wasn't even going to be on a human. The transmutation was to take place on a horse, an old nag, well past her prime. I was supposed to give the animal wings, a Pegasus effect if you will. If this experiment was a success I think I would have been ordered to experiment on a human. Allow me to get back on track, the experiment. It took place to day, and seemed to be going well at first, the mare was responsive to my touch, she was not ill tempered, just lazy. I went through the process of creating a transmutation circle as I always do, on each of the horse's shoulders, and touched the two circles at the same time. I watched the bones slowly start to rise and the animal's hair begin to rearrange, but then the mare began to act oddly. She didn't rear, or fight my touch, but she through her head up and rolled her eyes back. I could almost feel the fear in her muscles. The animal flung her head up again and again and began to foam at the mouth. The mare finally fought it's owner's hold on the lead, and trying to get away from me. She broke away from us and sped of towards a field, but crashed through some rails and did not regrain her feet. By the time, I reached her the foam at the sides of her mouth had turned bloody and she just lay there. When my fellow officers came over, the mare was dead. I have my own thoughts as to why she died, but my superiors think it only happened because the horse was old. They think it was a heart attack, I know better. I've felt some of the pain that comes with growing wings, the mare died because of pain. If my officers order me to 'experiment' again, I will refuse."

I looked up at Havoc. He had his hand over his mouth in a thoughtful pose, "What do you think?" I asked.

"I think…" Havoc said slowly, "That you were right when you told Mustang you didn't think you could give anyone else wings."

I looked at him, and opened my mouth to say something. Havoc stopped me, "I also think… Its late, we both should get some sleep." He smiled, and I noticed how the lap light made the shadow and lines of his chest seem very… ah… indulging. I blushed, and nodded putting the book away and slipping silently into my bed. Havoc waited until I'd laid my head down before turning off the lights.

I listened to him settle into his own bed and waited for him to quiet. I rolled onto my back, "Havoc?"

"Yes, Dalka?" Havoc sighed.

"I just wanted you to know… I trust you, I trust you to take care of me, on this trip… Don't make me regret it." I rolled back over, and covered my head with the pillow blocking out the noise of another person in a room with me.

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