Sometimes...i just take an idea and run for it for a little bit in hopes that it will then leave me alone. this is one of those little pieces that result from such a situation.
-Fireun

"That's it."

Each and every individual in the office, including Black Hayate, winced as Havoc surged out of his chair with that frustrated shout. Then they turned to half hidden snickers as the chair betrayed its master by tangling up his legs and sending him sprawling back into the seat.

Fury, unsure as to how much damage he was about to take but unable to ignore the plight of his compatriot, approached to give Havoc a hand. The lanky soldier had clamped an unlit cigarette between his teeth and was trying to salvage his rather dubious dignity by not attempting to move just quite yet.

"Havoc?" Fury, ever the brave soldier, ventured.

Havoc gnawed at the cigarette for a moment, muttering through paper and tobacco that "that was it" over and over, an endless chain of fascinatingly irate defeat.

"What's wrong?"

Havoc shot upright once more, this time the energy of his movement sending the chair crashing back until it hit the wall with a debilitating crunch. "I can't win! Not against him!"

Mustang, being familiar with heat and fire, must have sensed the wrathful blaze implied in Havoc's pointed finger. The colonel stretched, yawned, and opened his office door. "Is someone torturing Black Hayate? I heard this most pathetic howl," Mustang drawled.

The snap in Havoc's emotional leash was almost audible as he bit through the much abused cigarette. "You! My Katie!"

"Oh?" One elegant eyebrow raised in a well- practiced, languid motion. "She was 'your' Katie? I was unaware." A smug look joined the raised eyebrow, completing the familiar expression. "She seemed rather…interested in my company. Perhaps you should have a talk with her."

Havoc's mouth gaped, closely resembling a beached fish was he spasmodically twitched his lips open and closed. His lean frame jerked once or twice, apparently confused as to whether he was angry or suicidal before settling on some sort of happy medium. Tears streaming down his anguished face he slammed a fist into his desk. "My. Katie. You knew. You saw us. Having dinner."

Mustang looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded once, face solemn. "Ah. I remember. I walked by the café you two were sitting awkwardly together in. she made calf eyes at me."

"She told me I was handsome!" Havoc howled.

Mustang just smirked.

Ed choose that moment to enter the office, intent on delivering some report or another to the colonel.

"Havoc. You obviously have no luck what-so-ever with females." Mustang stepped into his office; ending the discussion….then paused and looked out over his shoulder. "Why don't you ask FullMetal out to dinner? He appears to be free. With that last parting shot, he shut the door.

Ed started at Havoc who stared at Ed for a moment before collapsing into a sobbing, pathetic mess.

Ed blinked once before managing to inquire in a rather strangled voice, "what the hell just happened?"