Okay, yay, new drabble…
Thanks to Freanch-fri-freak for reviewing.
Dedicated to Lyriel, for saying, "Yeah, that pairing might work." I hope it does!
Pairings: Eh, find out later.
Word Count: 270 (okay, so technically none of these are real drabbles. )
Rating: K, maybe K?
Another all-nighter, watching everyone else leave to their homes.
Except…One person more then usual stayed tonight…
And Hawkeye couldn't help but wonder why.
After working quietly for around ten minutes First Lieutenant Hawkeye had had it. "Havoc, what are you still doing here?" Second Lieutenant Havoc looked up with a start at his superior.
"Whadya mean?"
"I mean," the Lieutenant started, shuffling the stack of papers she had been working on. "That usually you take off around the time the Colonel does, and he's been long gone and you're still here." Havoc leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the table.
"Eh, I don't have a date tonight and thought I'd stick around so that maybe I can leave early tomorrow." Hawkeye set the papers down and stared at the Lieutenant, who nervously chewed on his cigarette some more.
"Jean, you know you're not allowed to have cigarettes in here." She said, turning back to the next pile of folders and papers.
Havoc gave a quiet sigh of relief at the gun that remained in Hawkeye's holster and not in her hand, then sat up. "Hey! How come you didn't tell me that during the day and just told me now!"
"Because, Havoc, cigarette smoke gives me a horrible headache if I smell too much of it, and you're smoking twice as many now then when everyone else was here." Havoc blushed and put out his cigarette before working on his stack of papers. "Although you're cute when you chew your cig nervously."
"I'm sorry, Lieutenant, did you say something?"
"Nothing Havoc, get back to work."