First of all, I'd like to wish everyone a Happy Easter, but that has nothing to do with me uploading... I got bored of doing my politics essay T_T I've being doing it for a week now and I'm still 500 words off. Ah well. Hope you enjoy this chapter :D
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA... I've said that many times and it's not going to change any time soon. I am a poor English student so unless Hell freezes over I won't own FMA... ever...
The Attack
The next few days passed without any real interest. Havoc would walk George home every night and Roy would arrive half an hour later. Normally Havoc wouldn't stay, he'd have something else to do. It looked like he had a new girlfriend which meant he would leave in a hurry some nights. George took delight in taunting him about having a 'serious, one week old relationship', to which he'd get flustered about and end up storming off. Apart from the usual walking Hayate during the day and the dinner with George and Roy, nothing seemed to be going on.
A week after my arrival in Central I got a knock at the door. It was around four o clock in the afternoon and I had just started to cook dinner for George and Roy when I heard someone at the door. I calmly went to answer it, looking through the peep hole before putting my hand on the handle. Outside was Major Haig wearing his uniform. I took a deep sigh before opening the door. He greeted me with a warm smile.
"Hello, Miss Hawkeye," he said, "How are you doing?"
"I'm very well, thank you, Major," I replied politely, "Is there anything you need?"
"I am looking for Lieutenant Churchill," he explained, "She told me to meet her here so she could run over a case she was over looking up at Briggs."
I nodded and moved to one side to let him enter the apartment. He strode into the hallway and looked around at the décor before walking through to the kitchen. I followed him, unnerved by his presence.
"George won't be back until later," I said, "But I'm sure she'll be here soon."
"She's a very busy woman," Haig agreed, "I hope I'm not intruding."
"Not at all," I said, "I was making dinner."
"Please don't let me interrupt you," he said. I went back to preparing the stew I had been making. I felt Haig's eyes on my back all the time but I pretended not to notice.
"Those paintings are beautiful," he said after a while, startling me slightly. I hadn't noticed he'd got out of his chair and was admiring the rose painting next to the fridge.
"George painted them," I told him. He nodded a few times.
"She's very talented," he muttered.
"There's a beautiful one in the guest room," I said, "It's a snowy landscape."
"Do you mind?" he said pointing towards the hallway.
"Go ahead," I replied, "The second door on the left."
He disappeared. I heard him say a few things but I didn't really pay much attention. I was busy peeling a few potatoes to notice what he was doing. After I had finished cutting the potatoes into smaller pieces I turned round to find he hadn't returned into the kitchen.
"Major?" I asked. I walked out of the kitchen to see if I could see him. He wasn't in the living room so I walked towards the guest room. I peered in to see it looked empty. I took a few steps into the room to see if he was hiding. I heard the door slam behind me. I turned sharply to see Haig staring at me. I straightened myself up.
"What are you doing?" I asked, making my tone as authoritative as possible. He took a few steps towards me, I took a few back.
"You are a most beautiful woman," he said, "It's almost a shame that such a woman holds such a gift."
"What are you talking about?" I snapped. He pushed me backwards. Luckily for me the bed was within falling range and I fell lightly onto the mattress. He advanced towards me. I scrambled to get away, turning my back to him. He caught me easily and pulled my shirt from my skirt.
"Let go!" I yelled.
"Why is it always the pretty women who are tools of insane men?" he asked, like he wasn't hearing me. My eyes widened. He was after the transmutation circle on my back. I kicked at him but some how missed both his legs. He retaliated by pushing my shoulders into the mattress so hard that I couldn't move.
"Let me go!" I yelled once more, knowing it was falling on deaf ears. He ignored me again and made to unzip my skirt. I screamed as he did this, trying to alert people to help me. I felt him put his hand on the small of my back. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my arms. If he didn't kiss me then he couldn't activate the transmutation circle.
I was wrong. As I laid with my head buried in my arms he lowered his head and kissed my back.
"Such a shame you're a tool," he said. He moved his head down and licked the transmutation circle. I froze. Would that do it? No, it couldn't. He couldn't do this to me. How did he even know?
Before I could react he grabbed my shoulder and flipped me easily onto my back. He began unbuttoning my shirt as I lay frozen beneath him.
"I must admit I do rather enjoy the traditional way to conceive," he said, lowering his head to kiss my lips. The moment his lips touched mine I was pulled back to reality.
"Get off of me!" I shouted, my tone back to its usual authoritative nature. I began fighting him off but this only made him laugh.
"Squirming only makes it more enjoyable for me," he muttered in my ear.
"When Roy gets here, you are going to be fried in seconds," I hissed.
"But when will Roy get here?" he asked. I growled as his right hand started to crawl towards my skirt and began dragging it down.
"Ah!" he yelped suddenly. He went rigid and I was sprayed with blood. He jumped up and turned towards the door.
In all the commotion I hadn't heard George rush into the apartment. She was stood at the doorway with a few arrows in her hand. Havoc rushed behind her, his gun drawn.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Havoc yelled. I sat up and straightened my skirt.
"An experiment," Haig replied.
"Well, experiment this," George said throwing another arrow. Haig managed to dodge it and it became lodged in the wall. Havoc fired a few shots, missing him each time. Haig slumped against the wall, his shoulder was bleeding from George's first arrow. He pulled out a gun and fired it twice.
"Jean!"
Havoc fell backwards with the force of George pushing him away. Haig took the opportunity to flee the apartment. Havoc looked at me then at George. She was on the floor with two bullet wounds, one in her shoulder, the other in her leg. Her eyes were closed. I jumped from the bed to her side.
"Go after him," I ordered Havoc. Havoc nodded and sprinted out of the apartment after Haig.
I checked George's pulse and her breath. I sighed deeply in relief.
***
Roy wasn't in the best of moods when he arrived at the hospital some fifteen minutes later to find both Havoc and I sat in the emergency room with blood sprayed over us both and no Haig in sight. Havoc looked as though he was in total shock at the events. I was sat cuddling myself, almost instinctively. Roy looked from me to Havoc before sitting down between us.
"What happened?" he asked. I fidgeted slightly but I knew I had to tell him the truth.
"Haig got to the transmutation circle and activated it," I muttered. Roy looked sharply at me.
"George heard Hawkeye screaming and rushed to investigate," Havoc continued, "At least we managed to stop him from doing anything else to you."
"What do you mean, anything else?" Roy hissed. I avoided his gaze and Havoc shuffled uncomfortably when Roy shot him a look.
"He said he enjoyed the traditional way to conceive," I replied. Roy's expression changed suddenly from anger to concern to hurt. I stood up and faced him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so stupid to let him in."
Roy jumped up and rubbed my arms.
"Calm down," he said, "It's not your fault."
"Then whose is it?" I yelled, making most of the people in the emergency room look at me. Even Havoc glanced up before returning back into his shocked state. Roy gave me a look before pulling me into a tight embrace. "Now George is hurt."
"She's going to be fine," Roy said like it was nothing, "She's from Briggs. If that doesn't make you a fighter then nothing else does."
Havoc rose to his feet and walked towards the exit.
"I need a smoke," he said from the doorway without looking over at the two of us. Roy nodded anyway. He coaxed me back to the seat, gently holding me close to him. A thought occurred to me and I pushed Roy away from me. He looked at me with an expression of both worry and confusion.
"You don't need to do this," I said. He nodded and took my hand instead. We both looked up to see Havoc return holding his cigarettes in his hands. He threw them in a trash can and then dropped into a seat next to me. Neither I nor Roy decided to ask.
We sat there for an hour or two until Havoc told us to go home. He was going to wait for George to come out of surgery. He had decided that we were to go home so that Roy could look after me.
The moment we stepped into Roy's apartment I threw my arms round him.
"I'm sorry," I muttered into his chest. He wrapped his arms round me and held me tighter than he'd ever done before. We stood like that for what seemed like hours until Roy forced a gap between me and him so that he could bend down and pick me up.
"When you fall, I'll always be here to catch you," he said before carrying me down the hall to his bed room.
Is it me or did that ending sound a little... soppy? Anyway. I'm thinking about updating tomorrow since it's a Bank Holiday over here in the sunny UK. Bank Holidays over here are notorious for chucking it down (raining) so I'll probably have time to update... After finishing my Politics Essay... grrr.... Yeah, I think I've eaten a little 2 much chocolate today (I gave it for lent so I'm not used to the sugar rush). Bye.
RSx
