Disclaimer: full metal alchemist is in no way owned by my poor self.
A longer drabble-ish thing, more random fun with Hawkeye and Roy. really not much else to say about this one.
-fireun
"No. I refuse." Roy Mustang was adamant, the frown on his face a sharp line of displeasure.
"But, sir…it is good for PR. And anyway, you are guaranteed a promotion if you carry this out." Fury all but begged. Having lost the draw, he was the lucky individual who got to bring this particular mission before the volatile colonel.
"No way in hell, Sergeant. And that is official." Roys fingers twitched, a not so subtle warning.
Fury hung his had and trudged from the office. As soon as he closed the door behind him, Havoc let out an enthusiastic whoop. "HAH! He said no, didn't he?" Fury nodded forlornly, returned the paper to Havoc, and continued out of the office, the sound of Havoc's laughing and Breda's snickering lingering in his ears.
Which was of course when Lieutenant Hawkeye decided to take an interest in the antics of her comrades. As she walked by she plucked Fury's discarded paper from Havoc's hands and read. One eyebrow twitched upwards and her free hand twitched towards her holster.
"Havoc…"
"Leaving now, sir." Havoc saluted smartly and fled for his life.
"Roy…" Hawkeye yanked open the door to his office and marched in, slamming it shut behind her.
Breda sat back, pleased at being unnoticed. "Who'd have thought asking Roy to propose publicly would have sparked such a reaction. I had my money on Roy setting poor Fury on fire…The part about the promotion was a brilliant tactic. Too bad it didnt work."