Lol, this, like the majority of my drabbles, was written late, late at night. I rewatched episode 37 and this what you get XD

Surveillance

Hmm...I seem to have broken my het writing streak, lol. Shounen ai, RoyHavoc.

"'Roy Mustang Surveillance Log?' What's this?"

Jean Havoc didn't think he could have been more surprised, when he got the letter from Internal Affairs. Well…he would have been more surprised if it had been a girl, returning his call, but still.

So, he asked the others to help and they all meandered aimlessly around the base, conducting their surveillance missions. But then…

He probably should've just stopped, up and quit, after Fuery found out about the date. But he really had no choice. He didn't even know why he was so reluctant to go.

It didn't surprise or bother him that Grace had gone out with someone else. He'd really, somewhat suspected that from the start.

But then he saw Mustang…

That's what had made him explode the next morning, ripping the Surveillance Log to shreds and refusing to continue.

That night though, he had found himself wandering around the city and stopping in front of Roy's house. He didn't know what possessed him but, without thinking, he found himself knocking on the intimidating oak door.

"Second Lieutenant?"

Maybe it was just because he seemed to be in a particularly brilliant state of mind just then, or maybe it was because seeing Roy Mustang out of uniform, relaxed and casual was something he'd never been witness to, Jean Havoc was struck dumb.

It took him several seconds to get his composure together to answer, in which Mustang regarded him coolly. Damn, even the indifferent expression on his face made Havoc's stomach flutter.

"Uh…Colonel, Internal Affairs, er, asked me to conduct a Surveillance Log and – um…" all that time spent formulating a response and this was all he came up with! He'd never wanted to hit his head against something more – preferably some sort of brick wall.

"Ah, I see," Mustang cut in, ending Havoc's uncertain rambling.

Jean let out a slightly forlorn sigh and scratched the back of his head nervously. He focused his eyes on observing the light that was spilling out through the open door. It looked so inviting and warm…

"Well then, Second Lieutenant Havoc," the Colonel stated, face still disconcertingly indifferent. It could have been a trick of the light, but Havoc could have sworn Roy's eyes had an amused glint in them. "We wouldn't want you to hand in a sub par report to Internal Affairs. You'll just have to remain here for the duration of your observations."

"Wha…? Er, um…okay," Havoc stuttered as the other man pushed him into the house.

"Make yourself at home," Mustang whispered in his ear and Jean's pulse raced.

If Mustang noticed that Havoc seemed to have settled himself in for an undeterminable length of time, with no intention of leaving, he didn't comment on it. He also didn't comment on the fact that Havoc never wrote down any observations.

He did, however, have a lot to say about how everything in his house smelled like smoke after the first day. Oh well.

Havoc allowed a small smirk to spread over his face as Mustang snatched the cigarette from his mouth. But then his lips were brushing against Roy's and that was all that mattered.

--Owari--