Disclaimer: I'm not sure why you keep asking. For the last time I DON'T OWN FMA OR IT'S CHARACTERS! Now on with the story.

A/N: Hi it's me again! Well now that we've gotten away from the actual blunt feelings here's the actual plot! Yay! Thanks for the reviews! Oh and Hughes is still alive in this fic so look forward to seeing him. Also the rating changed to T now.

It's Strange

"Hmm," Jean Havoc frowned sizing up his stack of papers to sign for the day. He found his gaze drawing away from his work and to the others around him. Fuery, Falman, and Breda all had less paperwork. Hawkeye had a little more and the Colonel… 'Is he even here today?'

An audible sigh was heard through the room. 'Ahh yes, he's here,' Havoc smiled and started signing determined to get at least half done by lunch.

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Roy Mustang let out another sigh. 'So, much paperwork. Where does it all come from? Who the hell keeps sending it to me!'

"Colonel the papers aren't going to sign themselves. I suggest you get started."

'Sign themselves; I wonder if that's possible Hawkeye.' Roy couldn't see his 1st lieutenant around all the papers but he could imagine her. With her blond hair put up, her amber eyes reading whatever useless document was in front of her. He smiled a little, thankful for once about all the work. 'At least Hawkeye won't see me grinning like an idiot.'

"Sir, I have more papers to be signed," said person spoke her voice hinting that she knew he had been daydreaming. In her arms was a stack of hated paper about the size of her dog Black Hayate.

The Colonel blinked stupidly a couple times then muttered, "Damn it all!" Without waiting for Hawkeye to threaten him he grabbed a smaller stack and started scribbling his signature down hastily.

Riza merely set the stack down with a 'thump' onto another pile and returned to her desk. Noticing her absence he slowed but didn't stop thinking it was better to avoid a confrontation. He paused and glared at the paper then suddenly smirked. 'Well I did make that deal with Hughes…'

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Ten minutes later Riza heard the Colonel stop writing. She glanced at his desk and noticed that she could see the tips of his dark hair over them. She mentally rolled her eyes. 'I wonder if he needs any persuasion,' Hawkeye pondered reaching for her gun.

Then she heard a yawn and the scratching of pen on paper. Now it was Riza's turn to blink stupidly. Just to make sure that had really happened she lifted her eyes to meet Jean's.

To put it simply he was in a state of shock. His mouth was hanging open with the ever present cigarette hanging dangerously close to his shirt. 'I wonder if Colonel's feeling alright?' she thought. Then with a shrug her gaze fell back to desk.

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By lunchtime Colonel Roy Mustang had accomplished three things: 1. He had managed to get at least 1/3 of his paperwork done 2. He had scared the hell out of everyone in the office except Hawkeye who was stoic as always and 3. He had met if not surpassed, his deal with Hughes.

"Finally a break," Mustang stood and stretched his muscles. All of his subordinates but one had left to tell the tale of him actually working. He smiled at this fact, though he couldn't be sure if he was smiling at their antics or her actions.

"Are you ready for lunch Hawkeye?" he asked throwing his pen onto his desk, earning him a disapproving look.

"Yes, sir." 'Always official, Hawkeye.' "May I ask something Colonel?" 'This could be interesting.'

"Sure go ahead," Roy walked towards the door holding it open for her.

"Are you feeling okay?"

'Well that was pleasantly blunt.' "I'm feeling fine; I'm just a little hungry." He hid a smile wondering why she asked him that.

She frowned, her beautiful eyes on the floor as they walked to the mess hall. Roy raised an eyebrow wondering when he started calling her eyes beautiful. 'Though they are a distinguishing color…'

"With all due respect sir, are you sure?" She interrupted his thoughts. "I didn't have to threaten you to work once. Havoc nearly had a heart attack."

Mustang smirked, so that's what this is about. "Well I just wanted to make things easier for you today and…" he trailed off.

Riza stopped walking to ask, "And, what Colonel?" coolly.

Roy winced at her tone. 'If there's a God he sure has a funny sense of humor. Only he knows why she can do this to me.' He slowly turned around, tensed ready to run if necessary.

"And…Hughes made a deal with me that if I finished at least 1/3 of my paperwork by lunch he would stop shoving pictures of his daughter under my nose every time we see each other," he blurted gasping for breath.

"So you did all of this on a bet?" she asked her suddenly emotionless voice scaring the hell out of Roy. "What was the deal if you lost? You had to go out with anyone Hughes picked?" She looked him in the eye amber to onyx and he barely managed to squeak a, "Yes."

Hawkeye shook her head either in anger of disappointment and stalked past him. He saw a flash of hurt in her eyes then she steeled them again.

"Hawkeye come on," he called after her, happy that it was lunchtime. "It was just for fun, Hawkeye. Riza!" She paused at her name then continued walking.

'Damn it all to hell! Now I have Riza angry at me! I'm gonna get you, Hughes!' Roy continued fuming to the mess hall where he ordered a sandwich and ate in a dark corner by himself.