Chapter 7

"Get him back to his tent," Hawkeye sighed motioning to an unconscious Mustang.

Havoc and Breda discreetly carried Roy back to his tent while Falman got the doctor that was always on site. The doctor came into the tent hoping that the overseer was alright. Nothing bad was allowed to happen to the man. The doctor walked into the tent to see Roy lying in bed looking rather peaceful.

"Well what seems to be the problem here?" the doctor asked looking at Roy.

"He passed out sir," Hawkeye said.

"Well let's have a look see," the doctor said pressing all over Roy's body. He stopped when he hit Roy's abdomen.

"It's alright Sir we had that checked at the hospital. He's pregnant," Hawkeye stated as if it was plain as day.

"He's WHAT?" the doctor asked looking at her mouth agape.

"You heard me correctly Sir he is pregnant."

"Well then I'd say that his fainting is due to lack of proper rest and probably some stress. Just let him rest. He'll be fine."

"Ok thank you doctor. I will make sure he does not overstress himself and gets plenty of rest."

"Yes, He should be able to do morning and evening drills but I think that you should take over the lunchtime drills and let him have a nap."

"Yessir."

Then the doctor left with a very confused look on his face. As he sauntered out Hawkeye sighed. 'This is going to be a very long nine months,' she thought as she brushed her hand through Mustangs hair. He looked so peaceful just laying there.

"Hey it's almost evening drills. Why don't we do them for him tonight? I'll be second in command. Breda can stay with him and he'll come get us if anything happens," Havoc said putting his hand on her shoulder and giving a curt nod to Breda. Breda nodded back and came over to the General's bedside. Reluctantly Hawkeye got up and walked to the drill grounds. She looked as the soldiers stood in front of her agape that General Mustang didn't even bother to show his face. She took note of this and decided to explain because she didn't feel like hauling out her gun again.

"The general is not here because he fell ill. He has been advised by the doctor on site to skip this evening's drills and let me do them instead. Now march," she yelled as she proceeded to bark out more commands. Havoc watched her with loving eyes. She was so pretty standing there yelling orders to people. Before he knew what was happening she was walking over to him waving her hands.

"Lt. Havoc? What is wrong with you? I asked you a question," she barked in his face.

"I am sorry ma'am I missed the question. What did you ask me ma'am?" he said saluting her and looking her straight in the eye.

"I was asking you your name to see if you were paying attention. Which apparently you were not. SO what is your name?"

"Jean Havoc."

"Very good. Now soldiers see you do not want to be like this lazy man here. Always be on top of things. Always be alert. Never and I say never let your guard down. Dismissed to dinner."

Havoc came over to Hawkeye when all the soldiers had left. "What was that all about?"

"I was just trying to teach them a lesson, Jean."

"Well Riza I think that you drew a little too much attention to me."

"Is that so and why would you have any trouble with attention being drawn to yourself?"

"Oh I don't know maybe because I was daydreaming and looking like an idiot."

"You always look like an idiot."

"Oh is that so?"

"Yes actually, you always look like an idiot when you're dreaming about one of those stupid dates that Mustang sets you up on."

"Well Mustang didn't even set me up with this one."

"Oh, so you found the bimbo on your own this time."

"I think this woman is rather intelligent."

"Oh so you picked up a high functioning bimbo."

"Would you stop it you're not a bimbo, Riza."

Before she had time to react to the fact that the women Jean was talking about was her she was assaulted by him. Her military training had prepared her for many things, but nothing like this. Nothing could have prepared her for the gentle slip of his arms around her waist or the way that his lips met hers. Not hard and crashing, but gentle and loving. Even her gun skills were no use here. No matter how hard she would try her arms snaked up and around his neck. She returned the kiss. She explored his lips with hers, every crease, every peak, every interesting scar or cut. The taste wasn't as bad as she had thought either. She had thought that since he was a smoker it would taste awful and putrid, but it tasted almost nice like a mix of vanilla and menthol dancing into her mouth consuming her senses. She didn't know how long she stood there kissing him her lips simply placed against his, eyes closed enjoying what was going on. A minute? Five? Twenty? She had no clue. But when she broke the kiss she looked up at him searching his eyes for some meaning only to find kind and loving eyes staring back into hers. 'So that is why he has been acting so nice around me,' she though as she rested her head on his uniform. Then suddenly she realized what she was doing and shook herself out of the trance.

"I think we should get going to dinner we don't want the soldiers to think we both passed out, too," she said adjusting her clip and walking towards the mess hall.

"Yes ma'am," Havoc stated following her.

Riza blushed slightly while walking to the mess hall. She couldn't believe that actually just happened. Jean Havoc had just kissed her. That wasn't the part that mystified her though. The part that mystified her was that she liked the kiss and she wanted more.

A/N: Sorry there is no Roy in this chappy but I thought we needed to give Riza and Jean the spotlight for at least one chapter. So what do you think of our new pair. BTW sorry Riza is a lil OOC but hey whats a girl to do when she is being kissed right?