Friday

"Feeling better, Ed?"

There was a snort.

"I take that as a yes. So. Hawkeye wants you to start working on Mustang's paperwork. It's been..neglected..this whole week. Someone has to do it, though." Havoc said, rambling about what Ed was going to have to spend his day doing. To say the least, he wasn't thrilled about it. Nor was he sure why he was being told to do it again. Monday all he had done was make a mess and break Roy's clock, then pass out on the couch.

"I have some time to kill, so I'll help you out for a bit."

Nodding his head, Ed walked along beside Havoc as they made their way towards Mustang's office. He hadn't been in there since Tuesday, and was secretly excited to see if his mess was still there, or if someone had cleaned it up. He figured nobody would have touched any of it, though. With Mustang gone, not many people had even bothered going into the office. There was no reason to.

Sliding in front of Havoc, Ed shuffled into the office quickly. As soon as he stepped in, he was greeted by the familiar mess that he had left there just a few days prior. Chuckling to himself, he made his way over to the chair behind the desk and flopped down into it. If he was going to do this, he might as well get comfortable. It wouldn't kill him to sign a few of these.

After all, he had spent most of the week messing around and doing absolutely nothing.

Havoc blinked as he stepped up to the desk, reaching out and poking at the Eiffel Tower of staples. "Did you..?"

"Yep! Neat, isn't it! I figured Mustang's desk needed some decoration."

"If you mean covering it in glue..and wasting staples..but you know Mustang is going to kill you, right?"

"I'm going to kill him first. That bastard is dead come Monday morning. I've already got it planned out.." The blond went on a tangent, talking away as he began signing papers from the huge stack on the desk. "I'm going to come in extra early..and rig this place with traps. A bucket of water is going above the door..and maybe some rubber cement on the seat of the chair.."

"That's beyond childish, Ed."

There was a low, almost evil chuckle from the blond as he shoved another paper off into the pile where all the signed papers were being put. He could care less if it was childish, after all, he was still young himself. It wasn't like he was old and had some kids and a loving wife. No, Ed still had every right to be immature!

Reaching over, Havoc grabbed one of the papers from the stack that Ed was creating and glanced at the signature. "Edward.." He chided softly, his voice failing at the attempt to hide a bit of amusement.

Lifting his head and titling it to the side, the blond smiled innocently, "Yes?"

Waving the paper in his hand in front of the childish alchemists face, Havoc couldn't help but chuckle as he attempted to scold Ed, "Doodling stick figures all over the paperwork and signing it 'General Roy Mustang likes taking baths with rubber duckies' is not appropriate. You do know Mustang is going to kill you, if Hawkeye doesn't first, right?"

Grinning from ear to ear, Ed took the paper and put it back in the pile. "It's a good thing you didn't see anything, then. Isn't it?"

Shaking his head, Havoc grabbed a paper from the stack of 'to be signed' and scribbled a signature on it. At least some of the papers wouldn't have to be replaced because of the childish antics of Ed. Plus it would save him from being killed by either Hawkeye or Mustang, at least that's what he was hoping for. He probably would still get in trouble for not stopping him.

"So what do you have to do later?"

Havoc glanced up as he put another paper into the pile. "I have to go make sure everything is set up perfectly for my date with Hawkeye tomorrow." He explained.

"You have a date tomorrow? With Hawkeye?" Receiving a nod, Ed couldn't help but smirk. "Good luck."

Laughing softly, Havoc smiled and returned his attention to the paperwork. "Thanks. I think I'll need a lot of it." There was a small pause, and then he asked, "So what did you get Mustang?"

"Get him?" Ed asked, blinking at the other blond from across the desk. Apparently he had no idea that tomorrow was Valentine's Day.

At all.

"..You..do you even know why Mustang's been gone all week?" Havoc asked, stumbling with the idea that Ed had no idea what holiday it was tomorrow. "Have you looked at a calendar lately?"

Ed shook his head after being asked the questions, "No. I just know he's got lady troubles. That's all Hawkeye told me." Hell, he wasn't even sure when the last time he had looked at a calendar was. Did he even own one? Apparently he had missed the fact that his elbow was right beside the one on Roy's desk, as well.

Havoc smacked the palm of his hand onto his forehead and sighed loudly. "Shit, man. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, Ed." He explained, reaching over and pointing at it on the calendar on the desk.

Those narrowed, irritated gold eyes suddenly widened as he looked at the date on the calendar. "FUCK! SHIT! WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME THIS DAYS AGO!?" He shrieked, arms flailing and knocking things off of the desk. Mustang was going to come back to a completely trashed office come Monday, that was for sure. "Help me think of something! Havoc! Help me! I've never had to do this before! Last time I was forced at wrench point by Winry and I had to get her chocolates, it wasn't up to me! I don't know the first thing about getting someone something for Valentine's Day!"

Havoc was in the middle of a fit of laughter in his chair, arms wrapped around his sides as he laughed away while Ed panicked. "Oh man, talk about a blond moment!" He managed to gasp out inbetween laughter.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny!" Ed demanded, smacking Havoc over the head with his left fist. He was serious! He needed help figuring out what to give Roy tomorrow! Shit, did he even have time to get something nice for him?

The laughter fleeing from Havoc didn't cease, even after getting hit over the head, but it slowly died into chuckling before disappearing completely. Unlike Edward, he already knew that Roy had everything under control. Roy probably figured that Ed had no idea what holiday it was. "Why not just get him a card? It'd be hard to get him anything else at this point.."

"Right! A card. That's perfect!"

Havoc watched in amusement as Ed sat back down and grabbed one of the papers, beginning to write on it. Judging by how long he had been writing, he was sure that he wasn't just signing another 'General Mustang likes to take bubble baths', but he was using it for his card. "You know..I think the phrase 'it's the thought that counts' won't fly with Mustang when he figures out what you wrote that on…"

Ed chuckled as he began folding the paper up into a card, "He'll get over it." Roy had a cruel sense of humor, after all. If anything, he figured Roy would find it absolutely hysterical. Until he realized how many papers still had to be signed that Ed hadn't finished signing.

"Ooh. Look at the time. I gotta run. Good luck, Ed! See you Monday!"

There was a slam of the door and Ed was once more alone, left to come up with other sorts of ways to sign the huge stacks of paperwork still left to sign. There was two stacks here on the desk, and who knows how many Hawkeye was hiding from him.

Oh joy.