Toasty
Havoc sniffed the air.
Something was burning.
And no, it wasn't him. Hawkeye and Fury had ganged up on him that morning, and had confiscated every single cigarette he had on his person. Which would not have been bad in itself, except that they also raided his office, and the closet, and the safe, and took all the cushions off the couch…
You get the picture.
He sniffed again.
Something was definitely burning, and he knew for sure that they didn't have a fireplace in any of the offices.
Of course, it was entirely possible Ed and Mustang had gotten into another of their squabbles over Fullmetal's reports, and the Colonel had decided he had no choice but to burn the younger alchemist to a crisp.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Havoc sighed.
The smell of smoke was all too distracting. Not to mention enticing.
Quickly, Havoc swiped a hand across his mouth, just to make sure he wasn't drooling again. Damn had that been embarrassing...
He shook his head and tried to get back to work. Needless to say, he failed.
Havoc's nose twitched.
He glanced up, considering his options. He twitched again. Alright, so he didn't have any options. Sighing, he put down his pen, pushed his chair away from his desk (only wincing slightly when it scrapped against the floor), and got to his feet.
Carefully, ready to dart back to his seat should Hawkeye burst into the room, okay, so she didn't burst into rooms, but still, anyway, carefully, Havoc navigated the way around his desk, inching along as slowly as he could while still actually moving forward.
He nearly chickened out, Hawkeye was mad enough at him as it was for leaving burn marks on the couches. And on the lamp. And in the closet. Moving along…
Havoc opened the door, sticking his head out hesitantly. His eyes darted back and forth, making sure the way was clear.
He breathed a sigh of relief; there was no one in the outer office.
Taking one last glance around, Havoc bolted from his doorway, following the smell of smoke, a rather dopey grin working its way onto his face.
He ended up directly outside the Colonel's office.
Big surprise there.
It took him a moment or two to work up the courage to actually open the door. If it was Fullmetal who was getting all nice and toasty right about now, he really didn't want to join him.
Havoc's jaw dropped.
One of the blue couches had been pushed back against the wall; the other had been turned so that it was in front of the door.
This was the one the two alchemists were, well, for lack of a better word, snuggling on.
And in the center of the room was a rather large pile of papers, most likely the same ones Hawkeye had given Mustang that morning to sign, crackling away merrily, orange flames spreading rapidly.
Havoc blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.
Well, Ed was getting toasty.
Just not quite in the way he had pictured it.
End
a/n: Well, that was interesting. –blinks- At least I think interesting is the right word… Let's put it this way, no one died. I'm thinking that's a good thing?
