Friends and Lovers
Finding the Catch: The Meaning of Flowers
"Is there something going on between those two?" One of Hawkeye's subordinates nudged his companion and nodded towards the blond woman and the dark haired man with the eyepatch. He turned when he heard laughter behind him.
A tall, strongly built man leaned against the wall. "More like was," the man corrected. "The president must have a damn good reason to stick those two together on this mission. God knows neither of them volunteered for it."
"She divorced him, didn't she?"
Havoc nodded. "Couldn't take his cheating," he said smugly.
The man who had asked the original question paled. "Who in their right mind would cheat on her?"
"I heard it was over his involvement with one of his subordinates," said another man in a low, conspiratorial voice.
"But Hawkeye was his subordinate, wasn't she?"
The man shrugged. "Not her. Someone else. Someone younger." He grinned wickedly at Havoc. "He's your commanding officer. Tell me, is it true?"
Havoc shrugged. "You mean Mustang and Fullmetal?" he said, but offered no confirmation one way or the other.
"She couldn't take his, ah, unnatural distress over his disappearance is what I heard."
They all heard the click.
Riza Hawkeye stood before them, her eyes blazing. "The next person who utters one word about the General, Fullmetal, or myself that is not related strictly to military business, will be shot before they realize their mistake." She spun on her heels and exited the room. "And I have excellent hearing," she added from halfway down the hallway.
When she reached her office she hurriedly shut the door and leaned against it, her chin sinking down to her chest. She could do this. It had been two years since she had even seen Roy. They were both professional adults. Everything was going to be fine.
Her eyes focused on the vase of flowers on her desk. Curious, she reached for the card, and heart clenched when she opened it. It was his writing. Scrawling, a little swirly, girly, she had teased him. She recognized it immediately.
Congratulations on your promotion. I look forward to working with you.
Yours always
Roy
"Yours always," she muttered darkly, snatching the flowers from the vase and slamming them into the trashcan. "No one could ever claim you, Roy. Not even me."