Note: White Day is when (usually boys) people give gifts as to return gifts given to them on Valentine's Day. Because not everyone knows that, and I'm freaking nice enough to mention it. Also, if you think this drabble is long, read the last drabble in Spades44's first Havoc/Fury collection.

Drabble Seventeen: V is for Victory

Fury looked the note over for the millionth time. It was perfect. It described him perfectly, each word had been carefully chosen and best of all, his name wasn't on it anywhere. He folded the note in a perfectly straight line, and put it in the perfumed envelope. No one would suspect him. He had even been careful to use frilly cursive, besides; no one was really familiar with his handwriting anyways. He had grown the flowers himself—in a small corner of his dorm room where no one would see it of course—and had picked only the best for the bundle, which he tied with white lace and put in a fancy vase he had picked out carefully. He had gotten to work extra, extra early to place the note and flowers on the unsuspecting desk, then sat at his own and started to work.

Havoc came ungracefully into work, dropping a broken radio on Fury's desk, per usual, albeit this morning it didn't look half as bad as usual.

"Good morning?" Fury questioned, Havoc plopping down next to him and grinning.

"Don't you know what today is?" Havoc patted the black hair lightly as Fury went to work on the radio.

"Friday?" Fury raised an eyebrow, though Havoc wasn't paying attention.

"Friday the fourteenth of February! The best day of the year!" Havoc grinned, then blinked, noticing he already had a few treasures from admirers. He opened every letter, reading it intensely. He wasn't like Roy, he cared about separating the girls and their gifts, about reading every word and doing his best to return something on White Day. Although Roy did get about fifty an hour, so it was sort of understandable why he didn't pay such attention to details and didn't give anything on White Day, except to Edward. After all, the poor boy was probably hugely depressed after seeing his lover get piles and piles of presents from women prettier, curvier and probably taller than himself, he needed to be reminded he was the only one Roy was actually interested in.

Fury tried to stay focused as Havoc pulled the vase towards the edge of his desk, looking it over. It was a lovely vase, semi-clear and rainbow colored, not very tall, but more wide and with two in-curves as opposed to the standard one. Havoc admired it for a moment before looking at the flowers. They were wonderfully arranged, with long triangle shaped petals that were pinkish red in the middle, white along the edges. Havoc stared at them for a long while before nudging Fury.

"What kind of flowers do you think these are?" Havoc asked, Fury looking at them for a moment.

"My guess would be lilies of some sort." He said, giving a light shrug before returning to his work on the clock, which was almost as good as new.

Havoc looked back to the flowers, noticing the note placed in them rather stealthily. It was originally in plain sight, but that was embarrassing. Havoc was very careful opening it, sliding the paper out and lifting the fold to read the note. He desperately wanted to brag at Fury about it, but Fury didn't often get Valentines, and it might hurt the little guy's feeling to know someone had been so delicate and careful writing him a love letter. He may have wanted to brag, but only so someone could brag back.

He reread the note, noticing there was no name. Another "secret admirer". He let out a sigh, wishing he could repay whoever was so kind to work so hard on giving him a gift. Most secret admirers were the ones who went the extra mile. That's why he wasn't fond of them.

"Who's it from?" Fury asked, the silence having been odd. He put the fixed radio on Havoc's desk.

"Thanks. I don't know who it's from... but I wish I did." Havoc let out another sigh and Fury squirmed. "Did they come by in person? You're always here early, did you see them?"

"N-no, the flowers—they were delivered. I signed for them." Fury said quickly.

"Did the guy say anything about them?" Havoc asked, Fury shaking his head, unable to speak anymore. "Damn."

"Let me see." Hawkeye interrupted, holding her hand out.

"I can't." Havoc said simply. She raised an eyebrow. "It's personal."

"I won't read it, I just want to see the handwriting." She said simply. He hesitated, but handed her the note. She scanned it, backwards so there was no questioning the fact she wasn't reading it. "I think it's male." She said suddenly, Fury squirming more. "It's familiar, at least."

"Yeah, I kinda thought so, too." Havoc huffed, taking the note back. Fury squirmed. Familiar? He thought my handwriting was familiar?

The rest of the day went as predicted; many gifts came to many people. Except Fury, who got a sentiment or two via gestures, like Riza's "Happy Valentine's Day" and Breda's noogie. Havoc got about twenty more gifts, Roy got over a hundred and lost count, even Riza got a fair share of gifts, one from Roy and one from Ed and even one from the Brigadier General. Fury sighed, the day certainly had gone as predicted. He mused to himself, thinking about Havoc's other gifts as he put on his jacket, preparing to head home for the day.

"Hey kid, got any plans?" A familiar voice asked. Fury blinked, whipping around and looking to the blonde, who held an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"Uhm, n-not really... why?" Fury blinked.

"Well, I have made some cake for Valentines, and when I finished it I noticed it was a bit big for one person, so I figured I'd offer you some, but since it's rude to just say, "want some cake?" I thought I'd offer to let you come over, maybe play some cards, eat ramen and cake and maybe... I dunno, drink that tea stuff you like?" Havoc scratched the back of his head. Fury blushed, stuttering.

"U-uh, w-well, it would be r-rude to turn down such a nice offer but, uh, if I may ask Sir, why me?" Fury asked, Havoc blinking.

"Why not you?"

"Uh... wouldn't you rather be with a girl on Valentines Day...?" Fury took a few blinks himself, a hand going around his shoulders.

"Oh no, I would love to spend time with you, Cain. Oh, and since we're off, it's John, not "Sir" or anything else." John smiled.

"Si-Ha-John, uhm, is something up?" Fury asked, though he was sort of afraid.

"You know what, you were right. Those were lilies, and that handwriting was familiar. In fact, those were the lilies you were growing in your dorm, and that was YOUR handwriting." John smirked, Fury squirming. "I simply must repay such perfect effort."

End drabble seventeen.