New chapter! Well I'm surprised how many people have read Havoc. Well please read and review. Thanks,

~Dog of the Military~
Sazha Havoc

Fire burned across my face. The once happy home was set aflame, and I had no way of stopping it.

"Mom? Dad? Anyone? Help!" My voice cracked. The heat of the purple flames intensified and I reached out to touch a door knob and the skin of my left hand was seared. My jade eyes began to water, and my bottom lip quivered.

My eyes flashed open and I saw I was lying on the couch. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes. 'Just a nightmare.' I told myself, stretching. It was dark in the apartment.

The last time I saw my parents, was that morning. They had sent me off to school, and I came back, and went into the kitchen. There was a note on the counter that said that mom, and dad both had a headache and I had to make my lunch for tomorrow and soup for dinner. I was about 7 about that time, and my parents had no problem with me in the kitchen. I had accidently set my house on fire, and regretted it every day after that.

"Hawkeye?" I turned to see Mustang, standing in the doorway of his room. His onyx eyes were fuzzy and half asleep. I fell back and stared up at the ceiling.

"Yes sir?" I sensed him coming closer to me, and he sat across from me in the arm chair, slinging his body across, like I was last night.

"Can't sleep?" I shook my head and sighed, turning my head towards him. My strawberry blonde bangs brushed past my eye and made me blink. Colonel Mustang sighed and closed his eyes. The scene changed back to the burning home. I blinked again, suddenly confused, but the image went away.

"Just more nightmares…" Roy snorted at my words and I saw his toss his head.

"What's the matter, sir? Having nightmares yourself but too damn frightened to tell me?" He snorted again, and sat up, the way a normal human would.

"I would tell you, but I don't want you to start going back on your decision."

My decision to transmute Jean.

"For your information, Colonel… I would never go back. You should know. I'm not that type of person." Even in the darkness, I saw the tiny smirk flash across his smug face.

"Alright then, Colonel smart ass. I had a nightmare that our transmutation failed." A cold shiver shot through my spine.

He was probably right… The Elric siblings had transmuted their mother and it failed. I even saw the broken thing myself.

But this was different.

I wasn't three young kids who strive to see their mothers' smile again. I was a grown woman, who had to transmute her lover, to undo her mistake.

I just hope I don't fail.

There had been a few weeks of research and mindless tasks at work until we finally were ready.

"I'm sure you can spend a day without your superiors. A day of rest is all we need." Mustang said, the two of us standing in front of the unit.

I knew I had to say something, but the Colonel never let me say anything. They all knew that I still was in depression about the accident. It was a surprise to me, all the sorry faces that looked at me, since then. All sad that I probably would grab my military issued side arm and put it in my mouth. To their surprise, I never did. I had friends who cared, who saved me from myself. Saved me from the darkness which I could have destroyed myself with.

"Hawkeye, sir?" Sergeant Major Kain Fuery stood in front of me, with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something.

"Yes?" My eyes drooped, and shoulders sagged. I was tired, and after we do the transmutation tonight, I would no longer have to stay awake, trying to escape all the nightmares, which would surely plague my sleep deprived body.

Fuery held out his hands.

"The Cremation Service place just delivered this. And we," He gestured to everyone in the room. "We knew you, of all people, would want his heart."

Jean's heart.

I took the small vile, and held it up in the light. It was made of crystal with an onyx top.

It took me a few seconds to hold back the threat of tears.

"Thank you." I was surprised the words didn't get caught in my throat. The words were nice and happy. Falman walked over with a thin silver chain and my aunt, Riza came along with him. Breda came to stand next to me, and they all helped. Breda threaded the precious vile on the chain, and my aunt wrapped it around my neck. I felt my trembling fingers, finger the vile. Roy had come over and even wrapped me into a hug, which surprised me.

Mustang never hugged.

Well… Sad, I know. I really feel sad for Sazha and Roy. They're getting themselves caught in way deep, and probably won't ever get out… Sorry, I gave you a small preview! LOLZ, please Review and tell me how I did! It helps me write better!

~Dog of the Military~
Sazha Hawkeye