To Thine Own Self Be True
Chapter 3 - Lesson Taught Is A Lesson Learned
For the next few days, things were tense in the office of Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang. Havoc, Breda and Hawkeye were fine. It was Mustang that was having problems. Even Hughes wasn't as much of a problem any more to Mustang. It was the presence of Hawkeye. Now don't get him wrong, Mustang loved ladies and I mean 'loved' them. But having an armed military female officer in his office was too much. Not to mention, once he got past the hair cut, she was drop dead gorgeous. Everyday she would be the first in the office, making herself a cup of tea. Mustang would come in, five minutes late as usual and she would play along.
"Good morning, sir."
She would salute. Then, he would flinch and continue walking to the office, leaving her to her cup of tea. In the office, it was the same way. Her paperwork was always done first.
"Sir, I've finished."
She would say as she stood before his desk holding her stack of paperwork. He on the other hand would still have mountains to do since he never did any. He would often push some of his work onto her. She would take it without complaint and finish it in record time.
"Finished sir."
Then drop that stack off and sit back down. Havoc and Breda were used to her. As was Maes Hughes, Alex Louis Armstrong and Kain Fuery. Fuery would occasionally enter the office with an update. He was a short man with short black hair and round glasses. He was always in a good mood and very kind.
Sometimes, Hughes would come in with more pictures and he would bring along his subordinates Ross and Brosh. Maria Ross was the girl from the mess hall who almost walked into someone. She was new just like Hawkeye. They hit it off very well and became friends. Denny Brosh had lengthy blond hair and was a bit of a scary cat. Once he found out how Hawkeye had her superior at gun point on the first day, he didn't come around much anymore. And then there was Vato Falman. He was a strange quiet one with white hair and a slight strange personality. In her office, Hawkeye was getting along quiet well with Heymans Breda and Jean Havoc, her fellow subordinates. They were nothing like Mustang. They respected woman, unless a subject would arise. Then they would be like typical men. But nothing compared to her superior Roy Mustang.
"Hawkeye."
"Yes sir!"
"Get me another cup of coffee."
"Sir..."
"Thats an order Lieutenant."
And she would obey. She'd do anything to get a promotion and be able to leave the office. She would pour the coffee with a hand held over her nose. She hated the smell, and taste of coffee and Mustang knew it. After week three, she had his coffee type mastered; regular coffee, four sugars, 1/4 cup milk.
"Your coffee sir."
She would place the old white military mug on his desk and walked away. He would expect her to get it wrong. He would taste it, then about to yell. But one day he relized she had remembered his order perfectly. Then, he would sulk in his chair drinking his perfect coffee. One day though... He asked her to get some coffee and she did. But who tasted it, he swore he tasted gunpowder.
"Lieutenant! It's treason if you attempt to kill your superior officer!"
Mustang flared about as he stood up and stared down at Hawkeye. She didn't lift her head, she only continued to read her book.
"I don't know what your talking about sir."
" You put gun powder in my coffee."
"I did no such thing sir."
"Then explain why my coffee tastes like gun powder!"
"Don't know sir, and if you don't mind me asking, how do you know what gun powder tastes like?"
Mustang was about to say something but stopped. He wasn't about to blurt out to his office how he accidentally ate some gun powder when he was a kid. He shut his mouth and sat back down. Not to mention, he really had no proof that she did put gun powder in his coffee. She wasn't the only officer who used a gun. After that day, he never asked her for more coffee. He got it himself.
"So, Hawkeye. If you don't mind me asking..."
Havoc and Breda were no longer sitting with Mustang at lunch. They choose o sit with Ross and Hawkeye at a smaller table in the back.
"Yes...?"
"How close are you to your grandfather?"
"He raised me."
The other three officers stared at her. Hawkeye just continued to sip her lemon and honey tea with her eyes closed.
"He raised you?"
"My parents died in an Ishbal war. My mother was a doctor and my father was a solider. I was only six months old."
Hawkeye didn't even flinch as she told them of her childhood. They just stared in disbelief.
"I'm so sorry to hear...-"
"It's fine. You'll need to know someday."
And the rest of lunch was quiet. Back in the office, Hawkeye was reading her book since she finished her days worth of paper work.
"Lieutenant, please assist me with some of this paperwork."
Mustang called from his desk. He was reclined in his chair doing nothing. He almost fell backwards when she replied.
"No, sir."
She casually turned a page in her book and continued to read.
"What!"
"I said... 'no, sir'!"
And then she countinued to read.
"Lieutenant I order you to do as I say and I say work on my paperwork."
Hawkeye closed her eyes, replaced her bookmark and closed the book. Then she slowly pushed back her chair and stood up, walking over to his desk. She stood in front as he glared at her. Her eyes were still closed. Then, she wiped out her gun and aimed it at his head. This time, he did fall out of his chair.
"Lieutenant!"
"If you want a promotion so badly, I suggest you do your own damn work for once instead of making everyone else do it!"
She kept her gun aimed between his eyes, then added...
"Sir!"
With that said, she went and sat back down, placing her gun back in it's holster. She took a deep breath and slowly opened her book, placing the edge of the plastic book mark in her moth and she continued to read in silence. Breda and Havoc stared at her. Mustang slowly got off the floor and burned a hole into the back of her head with his eyes.
"Sir, staring at me isn't going to get your work done any faster."
She casually said as she turned another page.
A/N - There, much better. It's the Mustang we all know and love. Please review. Constructive criticism accepted. No FLAMES (Thats Roy's job only). Please look in my profile oo0AnimeChild0oo for all my other stories. And again, thanks for reading.
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