Chapter 4: Cleaning

Ok I believe that I owe the readers some apologies. First is for taking so long to get this chapter out. I had only planned on this story having three chapters so I hadn't really worked on any plots. That leads to the next thing I need to apologize for, I'm SO sorry that this chapter sucks so much. I've hit a big block on coming up with ideas for this series so if anyone has ANY ideas please send them to me!

All units are assigned a number of vehicles depending on the number of people; Mustang's unit had two. Normally a staff of mechanics maintained these cars, except when higher ups decided to use car care as a punishment, this was known among personnel as wash duty. After their incredibly bad string of luck with their cars the higher ups decided that it had to be an operator error and sentenced Colonel Mustang and Lieutenant Hawkeye to a month of washing their group's cars.

"This isn't right," grumbled Mustang as he filled a bucket with water.

"Let's just get this done" the Lieutenant said while slipping off her uniform jacket.

"Yes ma'm" he replied goofily before starting to clean one side while she worked on the other.

He, amazingly, finished his side first and proceeded to rinse it with the hose. While doing this he accidentally arched the water over the top of car and a few seconds later an angry and partly wet Lt. Hawkeye came around to his side. As she approached him he noted how the wet collar of her black undershirt was sticking to her skin and got an idea.

"Watch where you spray the water sir," she ordered sternly.

"That's no way to talk to a superior Lieutenant," he barked in pretend anger before soaking her with the hose.

He knew that he had about twenty seconds to admire her perfectly toned body, via the shirt that was sticking to her like a second skin, before she pulled a weapon from somewhere on her person and got her revenge. But boy was it worth it. When she saw that he was staring blushed light shade of pink before telling him there was some soap in his hair. Hearing this he automatically patted the top of his head, that hand happened to be covered in soapsuds. While he gawked at his own stupidity she swiftly snatched the hose from his hands and rinsed him with it.

"So are we even now?" he asked after the shock wore off.

She was trying to unstick her hair from her face; he thought she looked even hotter when her hair was down, as she answered, "I believe so"

"Good because we need to finish this and get some dry clothes, I'd hate to see you get sick"

She gave him a small but sweet smile and said "Thank you sir"

Any other day if you asked Roy Mustang he would say that water is evil but that day it worked in his favor.