A/N - Just something I couldn't get out of my head. Not very good, could've been better... but I just needed it out of my head in order to sleep .
Disclaimer - No one is surprised to know I don't own FMA...
Fair Play
Now this was an interesting watch, Havoc mused, smoke rising past eyes that sparkled with sheer amusement at the two opposing forces.
Mustang, leaning back in his chair with interlaced fingers, and Ed, palms flat against the Colonel's desk as he leaned forward. Neither moved, neither spoke, they just glared.
Or rather, the eldest Elric was glaring while Roy was looking smug per usual.
It never got old.
The soft click of the door as it closed signaled a new participant in the room. Funny, Havoc hadn't heard it open in the first place. Strange. He wasn't that engrossed in the scene, was he?
"Lieutenant, don't you think... What's going on?"
"Dunno. Just got here a few minutes ago myself, Riza."
"Haven't they noticed?"
"Nope."
"Colonel?" Hawkeye's single word query was not of concern, nor disapproval, but it did seem to question the man's sanity. A, 'Sir? Are you in there?' type deal. His only answer was the widening of his trademark smirk.
Hawkeye turned her head to Havoc, the manilla folder now hugged protectively to her chest. "Know what this is about?" A simple shake of his head told her that he didn't.
Suddenly, as if coming to an unspoken conclusion that caused the two watchers to jump, Ed loudly declared with a clap of his hands, "A rematch then! Good! You'll give it your all, making it a real win for me this time. No gloves, no instant transmutations. A fair play of wits!"
