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It was raining.

Still.

Roy groaned; he knew he didn't believe in God, but someone had to be causing this with the lone purpose of annoying him. That, or he was just having a rather long streak of bad luck.

When he heard the thump that belonged solely to a stack of papers being dropped on a wooden surface, he knew it was the second.

With a slightly pained expression, he turned in his chair so that he was facing his desk. As predicted, a large stack of paperwork had almost completely taken over. Hawkeye was standing in front of the desk with a pleased look on her face.

"Those are the last ones for today Taisa." She said, nodding at the pile. "Sign those, and then we can get a head start on tomorrow."

Roy wondered briefly about his subordinate's sanity; she was all too excited about paperwork on a whole, but today she was actually looking forward to doing more. It was more than just slightly worrying.

With a sigh, he grabbed the first sheet off the top, scanning the document quickly before scrawling his signature on the bottom. Same with the second paper, and the third, and the fourth…

This was painful.

"HAVOC! What the hell are you doing!"

And that was more painful.

It was also Fury's voice. And Fury didn't usually yell at people. Which meant one of four things. One, Havoc had licked him again. Two, Havoc had done something equally annoying/strange. Three, the Sergeant Major had been suffering from strep throat ever since he started working in this office, and had finally recovered. Or four, he had finally come to his senses and realized what everyone else already knew; you just had to yell at Havoc, or he'd never stop.

"Down boy!"

Roy winced, he got the feeling he didn't want to know what the Second Lieutenant had done this time. Or why Fury was treating him like a dog. Though, Fury did seem to keep a lot of animals, could just have been a slip up.

That, or Havoc licked him again.

Roy sighed again. "Lieutenant, go see what the Second Lieutenant did this time. And if he licked the Sergeant Major again, lock him in the closet for me, will you?"

Hawkeye saluted and turned on her heel. Mustang momentarily considered calling her back when he noticed the hand inching towards her sidearm but realized that Havoc probably deserved whatever Hawkeye dished out.

He turned his chair towards the window again, resting one elbow on the ledge so that he could rest his head on his hand.

It was still raining.

And this day wasn't getting any better.

A door slammed somewhere in the distance.

Someone screamed.

From his spot at the window, Mustang could see the blue light reflecting in the courtyard from a hallway not far from his office.

Roy grinned.

It looked like the day was going to get better after all.

Edward was home.

End

a/n: -shudder- I don't like it. It bothers me. No, I don't know why. –sigh- The plot bunnies are all angsty now. And I refuse to write more than one sad one in a row, despite my usual affinity for such things. Why? Again, no idea. I think I just have issues. It should be better tomorrow, but I know better than to make promises. See? I'm learning .