Roy/Ed 45 Themes

Overtime Work

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Roy hated working late. Roy hated paper work. Roy hated work. Though starring down the barrel of a gun can have its effect on a person. Roy was working late, doing paper work, and hating every minute of it.

Roy was currently pretending to work, his pen tapping lightly against his desk. Roy's mind had wandering to a certain blond. A blond who he was supposed to have met for dinner. A blond he had called earlier to cancel. A blond who had cussed at him for not being brave enough to stand up to a woman. A blond whose feelings he knew he had hurt.

Roy was pulled from his thoughts by a commotion out side his office. Two voices were arguing about something. One voice sounded very familiar, as Roy tried to make out what they were saying. Curiosity getting the better of him, Roy placed his pen on the desk and went to his office door. Cracking the door slightly, Roy peeked out.

"What the hell, let go of me!" It was Ed struggling to free himself from a very pissed off looking Hawkeye.

"Your not going in there," Hawkeye answered. "Roy has work he needs to finish."

"I don't give a damn about that," Ed said glaring at the woman. Then Ed decided to change tactics. "Please," Ed pleaded, giving Hawkeye the eyes. "Just let me tell him good night, then I will leave so he can finish his work."

Hawkeye tried not looking at Ed, she could hear it in his voice what he was doing. She could just picture his eyes. That look, that could melt any ones heart. She looked. Hawkeye caved. "Okay, but just real quick."

Roy immediately rushed from the door back to his desk, and made himself look busy. Just as he picked up his pen the door creaked open. It was Hawkeye.

"Sir," She started. "You have someone here to see you."

Trying to play it off like he was irritated he barked a response. "Let the in then, I don't have all night."

Ed pushed past Hawkeye, and slammed the door in her face. A muffled 'Hey' was heard, as Ed locked the door behind him.

"I saw you spying through the door," Ed accused, as he made his way to Roy's outstretched arms.

Roy pulled Ed onto his lap, breathing in the young mans scent. "I'm sorry Ed, I know your mad," Roy began.

"It's okay," Ed mumbled into Roy's shoulder. "I think I like this plan better."

"Plan," Roy questioned.

"Yeah," Ed started, rising his head. "Your on overtime now." Ed said playfully "I have some paper work you need to finish."

Roy smirked, and pushed his desk clear of papers and pens.

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