I just had the sudden urge to write a fic about Havoc out of the blue. This fic will eventually be yaoi….and I'm pretty sure it will be RoyXHavoc. It's….my idea on what Havoc's life was like…and you'll see there are a few changes….but it's a fan fiction…so there….if Jean seems a bit too OOC…juts slap me, ok?

Disclaimer: If I owned FMA….you'd all know it….because Jean would be in it a lot more….

It was just another normal night at the orphanage. All the children where sleeping in their bunks, while the people who watched over them worked silently on cleaning the place up. It was a nice little orphanage, but in a way it was more like a day-care….or for-a-few-years-care. The children there were only there because their parents couldn't have them by their side…money most certainly was NOT an issue. The Clear Water Orphanage was the most expensive place to send your child, and only the wealthy could have there kids stay there. Meaning it took money…lots of money.

And it was for that reason that "The Fallen Angels" decided that, that was the perfect place to raid on that particular night. They wanted money and that seems like the easiest place to get it. All they had to worry about was breaking into the safe, and they did it easily. They filled their bags, and killed anyone who tried to stop them, and then some. There were a well-known group in the city called Norcross, and they were feared because the leader had no problem with ordering for the destruction of children. And on that night, he did just that. He ordered all but the oldest be killed, and those that weren't killed to be brought with, to become members. At that time he only had about 20 members, most of them young men who he had scooped up in similar ways. The few women were there to be there...they either needed the money or had no other choice. Out of the 6 in the group, Saffron was the favorite. She was 22 on that particular night, and on her way out of the building that was currently burning down slowly, she noticed that they had missed one. A blonde boy ran swiftly away from her, and she growled in annoyance.

She slowly followed him, until she had him cornered. He turned to her, his blue eyes full of fear shining brightly due to the fire. This didn't affect her, he was young and she figured the boss wouldn't be interested. She raised her gun, and the boy squeaked and suddenly held something out to her, his eyes clenched shut.

"P-please, miss…it's all I got!" when she saw what the boy was holding out, her gun dropped to her side. A wrinkled dollar bill was in his hands, and she couldn't help but smirk. A single dollar bill? Please….

"Hmmm….interesting….let's bring him with…I have a good feeling about this one." Behind her, her boss chuckled. She didn't ask why, she just grabbed the kids arm and dragged him out of the building.

Thirty-four people where killed that night, and eleven were reported missing. Out of that thirty-four, twenty-six were children under the age of eleven. The rest were the workers and janitors. The eleven missing were taken with "The Fallen Angels" and within a year, there were only eight left. From there they were raised under them. They were taught how to fight, use money….but more importantly get money. They didn't bother trying to run away…there was no use in trying.

Out of the eight, the youngest was nine. He was the last minute boy whose lucky dollar bill had saved his life. Yoshiyo Weidenbaum was his name, and he was the fasted learning kid in the group. He became a new favorite, learning under Saffron. He was under the impression that they were going to get a ton of money and then save the city…make it better. It's what he wanted to see happen, so he stayed in "The Fallen Angels".

It didn't take him too long to realize that it was all a lie, and that he and his friends were really being used. They had been promised money and fame, but got neither. They had been promised a peaceful city, but no such city existed. When Yoshiyo came to the realization that they had no intention of reuniting him with his parents as promised, he fled. By that time he was 17, and Saffron was long gone. Too much added up at once.

Norcross could no longer be a home for him.

They didn't bother following him, yet he ran and ran. He even changed his name just in case. He did everything he could to make sure that they would never, EVER find him….

Jean Havoc sighed at his desk as he signed yet another piece of paper. He knew he was going to get yelled at as soon as Hawkeye saw the fact that he was smoking; yet he lit up anyway. He needed it…there was a stack of paper that needed his name on it. His plan was simple: get all of it done and then get it to Mustang before lunch. He glanced at the clock and sighed…

He had and hour and a half before then.

It seemed impossible…yet he was determined to do it…for Mustang. Jean remembered why he had signed up for the military that day. He had met Roy Mustang the day before, and his words were all the inspiration that he needed. Sure…they were the words of a Colonel who was in for a hangover in the morning, but they still caught Jean.

"I'm going to change how this place works….by becoming top dog…" is what he had said to him. That is why Jean Havoc followed and respected Roy Mustang. He had a dream to fix what was wrong, and Jean could tell he was truthfull about every word. Over the years that he had worked with Roy, he began to admire him more and more, and became more and more eager to help him with his dream. Jean Havoc had come a long way from the hole he started in…and he felt that Mustang was his way out.

Looking at the clock, he realized that he had just wasted a good…20 minutes daydreaming, and his cigarette had burned down to the filter and died. Sighing againhe grabbed a piece of paper from the stack and began reading.

It was going to be another long day….

I'm happy to be done with this chapter. I know it's a bit confusing…and depending on the reviews I get will depend if I end up re-writing it or continuing. Let me know whacha guys think!

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