Warning; overuse of the words "tight" and "ass".

(Should rename this "Havoc/Fury drabbles with a few other peoples things", geeze.)
Drabble Fifteen: Song

It was supposed to be a one week vacation. It had turned into three months, going on four. The clock had slowed down; Farman had started marking the days off the calendar less frequently; Edward's rages had begun to be longer and longer. So were the lectures. Everything took forever. His name was five letters long and it took him what seemed like an hour to scribble it across a line.

'H'... 'a'... 'i'... 'n'...

Wait, no, he'd done it again. Damn his name for having an 'a' in it to remind him of the MIA Sergeant Major. Bad name, bad. Apologize.

Havoc groaned, kicking his chair back to he could put his feet on his desk's edge. He pulled a fresh pack of cigarettes from his pocket and ripped the bottom off of it, put it in his mouth, ripped off the lid and then lit every cigarette. That was one thing that went fast; his cigarettes.

"Cain Fury is a guy." Havoc began to sing, somehow still able to even with the box in his mouth. "Who's been gone for a long time. He's cute and cool and makes me drool and I want him to be home now. Get your tight ass back here Cain Fury... get it back here in my sight. I want to hold you in my arms and hold you all through the night." Havoc got louder and more off key as his song reached it's peak. "Get your tight ass back here Cain Fury! Get it back here in my sight! You had better come back soon, so my life will be alright! Get your tight as back here Cain Fury, get it back here right freakin' now. I want to stare at you forever; where the hell are you right now? GET YOUR TIGHT ASS BACK HERE CAIN FURY! GET IT BACK HERE IN MY SIGHT!"

"Havoc." A woman's voice snapped. Havoc looked up at the blonde, who looked pretty pissed. "He's not coming back." She said softly. Havoc stared at her silently. "You know that, they sent the letter three months ago."

"I don't give a damn." He said bluntly. She sighed, deciding Havoc wasn't going to get much else done for the day and leaving his office. Another officer brushed by her as she was shaking her head at the ground. She blinked, realizing only two people would be that short going by Havoc's office, and Edward didn't wear the uniform.

"Fury?" She looked to him. He turned. He was obviously just back, his uniform a mess, his face dirty, eyes blotchy and blood-shot, glasses a bit bent, hair frazzled.

"Yes First Lieutenant?" He saluted her.

"They sent a letter..." She began.

"Oh, right, that. They found my body." He shrugged.

"I see. You should hear his song." Hawkeye nodded to Havoc's office. Fury grinned.

"I did." Fury then walked into the office. Havoc was bellowing a few more verses of said song.