Taking Out the Trash

"Oh Taisa, I believe I have something here that may be of some interest to you." Havoc said lazily, leaning casually against the doorframe, a somewhat crumpled piece of paper in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other.

"You do, do you?" Colonel Mustang muttered, not looking up from his desk. The pile of paperwork in front of him wasn't getting any smaller, and he only had fifteen minutes before they were due. And a trip to the local hospital just wasn't a good way to start the week.

"Well, it was in your trash." Havoc said, nodding at the surprisingly empty trashcan next to Mustang's desk.

Mustang finally looked up, staring at his subordinate with disbelief. "You went through my trash? How low have you sunk?"

Havoc shrugged off the insult, the hand holding the cigarette gesturing idly at Hawkeye, who was watching their exchange with calculated disinterest. "She ordered me to, as punishment for last week when I-"

Holding up a hand to stop the Second Lieutenant, Roy shuddered. "If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer not to relive that moment. I've spent a large amount of my time since then trying to forget it, and I'm almost certain poor Fury is still having nightmares."

"Hey! All I did was lick-"

This time it was Hawkeye who silenced him. With two bullets in the door frame. "Not another word Lieutenant." She warned, holstering her gun again. "The Taisa isn't the only one who doesn't want to remember it."

Roy extracted his nails from his palms carefully, sighing. It was a pity she'd missed him though.

Unfortunately, Havoc was not to be put off, not even by the possibility of loss of life. Instead he unfolded the paper he had managed to salvage from the Colonel's trashcan. "All I want to know, sir, is why you have a love letter from Edward in your trash?"

It was amazing really that he actually managed to duck behind the doorframe before flames began scorching the paint off the walls.

End