Author Note: I was flipping through my fanfic notebook today and saw the blank pages I earmarked for this chapter. Suddenly, after a year and a half of being stuck on this prompt, I had an idea. So I decided to write it up.

Oh man the website didn't let you make lines when I first started this story if that doesn't make me feel old then nothing does. From this point on I will use real lines.

Theme 68: Song

"Hey Breda." Havoc leaned over towards his comrade's desk, gesturing for the other man to move closer. He was supposed to be filling out papers, but this was important. "Can I ask you something?"

Breda resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "You just did."

"You know what I mean!" Havoc hissed, poking Breda in the shoulder. "I was just wonder if you know how to play a musical instrument?" The question came out a little louder than expected, unintentionally drawing the attention of the rooms other residents.

"I don't, why?" Breda responded slowly as if pondering every word.

"I can play the drums." Fuery chimed in from across the room. "Well, one drum at a time, that is…" His voice shrank and trailed off with the last few words.

"That's no good." Havoc shook his head. "I'm looking for something more, I don't know, musical." Colonel Mustang emerged from his private office as Havoc spoke and stopped to give some papers to Hawkeye. She accepted them silently. "I want to write a song for Sarah to celebrate our two week anniversary and tell her how much I love her, but I can't play an instrument." The blonde man sighed and sagged back in his chair. "Bad singing can still be cute, but bad music? No way. That's why I was hoping one of you guys could play something."

"Not me." Falman didn't even stop working on his paperwork to quip in. "I tried to play the guitar once. It ended poorly."

The Colonel shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry Havoc, but I never had time to learn an instrument." His eyes glinted mischievously as he smirked. "But I do know Hawkeye can play the violin." Hawkeye, who had been listening without commenting, paled slightly.

"Can you really?" Havoc turned to her abruptly, trying to imagine a violin in her hardened hands.

Hawkeye took a long moment to think before speaking. "Yes," She said reluctantly. "I used to play, though it's been ages. I'm probably rusty." The color came back to her cheeks, dusting them with a hint of pink.

"That's all right." Havoc straightened up his spine. "Will you please help me?"

"I guess I could play, though I'd have to find my violin first. But I won't be much help with writing a song." A small smile formed on her face. "The Colonel could help you with that."

"The Colonel writes music?" Fuery couldn't believe it. His military leader didn't seem to have a single musical bone in his body. The youngest team member had once heard the man humming out of key.

"Not for a very long time." Mustang echoed, flushing a couple shades deeper than Hawkeye did. He stepped towards his office in what resembled a hasty retreat. "I'm not that good anyway. By the way you should all be working." It became a full retreat as he reached his office door. "Sorry I can't help you Havoc, I gotta get back to work." The door shut behind him with a smart rap.

Havoc and Breda exchanged a glance. "What just happened?" Havoc scratched the back of his head and stood up to follow Mustang, but Hawkeye stopped him with a gesture.

"Don't worry about it, he'll be fine." She picked up her pen to resume work, encouraging her subordinates to do the same.

For the next couple hours, if anyone looked closely, they would see the corner of Hawkeye's mouth lifted in a small private smile.

End Note: I don't think these are going to be frequent; this one literally came out of nowhere.