My writer's block is gone…yup….but I fear this chapter may be a bit short…but don't fear…because I have plans…

The next few days were very long and tiring on the two…and it just seemed to get worse. Cain became very quiet, as he suddenly felt rejected for some reason, and Jean was mixed up. For so long…he had done nothing but focus on Mustang…and here was looking at Cain…again. Cain didn't look up, even though he could feel Jean looking at him. Naturally, this frustrated the hell out of Jean. What was wrong with him? Why wouldn't he look up and wave…like he used to…?

His thoughts were rudely interrupted when a certain gold haired alchemist came out of the colonel's office. Edward was noticeably red, and the limp was obvious. Jean's eyes narrowed a great deal, one of his best glares ever as he walked past him. Cain was suddenly far from in his mind as he lit the cigarette that he had sitting in his mouth for a while. That was it…he'd had it. Completely. It was enough…

Cain finally looked in Jeans direction…but so did almost everybody else in the office. He had stood up rather fast, his face familiar to them. It was the same face that he always had on after one of Mustang and Edwards episodes…only this time he was going to use it on someone. Grabbing a handful of his papers, he stormed over to Mustang's door and opened it.

Oh no…

"With all respect, sir…" and Jean closed the door rather hard. Everybody stared, and waited…waited for something…anything. Some were waiting for shouts, or Jean to be thrown out with his clothes crisp and burned in more than one place. Perhaps Jean would finally lose his temper and end up getting fired. The suspense was a bit too much for Hawkeye, as it had been three minutes since he had walked in there. She carefully tiptoed t the door and leaned her ear as close as she could, Farman and Cain right next to her.

"So…you're jealous of him, huh?" came Mustang's smooth voice on the other side of the door. There was silence for a moment, "I see…so that's the case…" a chair pushed across the floor and there were footsteps. "And…why is that, Havoc?" The three at the door leaned in closer.

"I…erm…that is…sir…" Jean's voice was quiet, and very unlike him. "I…" Mustangs chuckle could be heard,

"Are the rumors true, Havoc?"

"R…rumors, sir?"

"Yes…the rumors of you having it for me, are they true, Lt. Havoc?" there was a silence, and oh…how Hawkeye wanted to see Jean's face. "An answer."

"…Yes, sir…" Cain flinched, why was Mustang doing this if he already knew anyway? Jean sounded hurt.

"Well…I'm sorry, Havoc…but you are obviously aware of my marital status…" There was a noise…it came from Jean…and it made Cain want to bust in there and drag Jean out. "Perhaps if you had the guts to confess sooner…no…forget it…you are dismissed, Havoc…and be sure to put that out."

"Sir…" Hawkeye grabbed Cain and pulled him away from the door, and Farman leapt over to his desk at an amazing speed. When the door handle turned everybody quickly made it look like they were caught up in something, in deep concentration.

When Jean walked out of Mustang's office, Cain wanted to storm in there and punch him right in the face…punishment or not. The look on his face was that of a dog that had been kicked too many times by his master.

"Hawkeye…?" he sounded like he wanted to cry.

"Yes Havoc?"

"There's…still coffee in the pot…right?"

"I believe so…" she looked a bit concerned. Jean gave her a small nod

"Thanks…"

"Do you want some…I…I can get it for you…I was going to go refill my cup anyway…"

"You don't drink coffee…" Jean raised a brow, trying to pull himself back together. Cain froze for a moment, but recovered,

"Aha…I meant that I was gonna grab some more water…" good save, good save. After a moment, Jean gave him a nod.

"That would be great, thanks…"

Jean was taking his sweet time on his way home. 'Today...sucked...' he thought as he sat down on a bench under a tree, 'That...little brat...I've known him for so much longer...' he was totally sulking. He was so into it, that he didn't even notice that somebody had followed him and was currently looking at him, sitting next to him on the bench. Ok...so that was a lie...he knew that Cain was following him...but he didn't bother asking what as up. He just sighed, and next to him Cain opened his mouth to speak, but stopped dead when Jean suddenly slumped on the bench and leaned on him, his face burried into his shoulder. Cain didn't know what to do, he froze for a moment.

But when he the fabric of his shirt dampen from Jean's silent tears, he got an idea.

:sniff: Roy is such a meany...poor Jean...Cain just gonna have to cheer him up, huh? XD

Yes….t'was very, very short…but I am plotting for later chapters…mwahahahahahaha!

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