Havoc sprawled out in the back row of a small row of pews in a small church. An unlit cigarette hung limply in his mouth. He wore a not-quite navy blue shirt with black slacks and his military issued boots. He hung his arms over the back of the pew, almost touching Fuery's shoulder. Breda was in the seat in the row in front of him. Fallman in front of them.

It was a small congregation, twenty people in the seats, two in the front of the podium with one on the way. Havoc sighed.

"I figured you guys would be up in the front." Edward Elric smacked his shoulder lightly. His wife, he could never remember her name, smiled at him. She held a small girl in her arms and a boy by the hand. Havoc smiled widely, "More room for the Elric clan."

Breda snickered, turning around, "More room for the press. Not every day that the future President gets married."

"He's not president yet-" All four men in the pews snorted.

"Might as well be…" Havoc said, fingers itching to smoke. "Going to be a landslide election."

Alphonse and his wife (who was almost as big as this church) nudged his brother, smiling widely to everyone before ushering his brother to the front of the church near the Hughes'.

Havoc noted that Breda hadn't turned back around. "You gonna' be already man?" Havoc hated when Breda was like this. It reminded him of when he was still in the chair. "Yeah man, I'm good." The organ started to play, making everyone quiet quickly before everyone rose.

Havoc took his time.

His heart beat heavily in his chest.

The organ started playing a dramatic tune as everyone turned. Havoc couldn't help it, he turned to look at the corner of the exit sign. As the woman in white walked past, he followed her back. Her dress was very traditional, yet simple. It was long sleeve that had a high collar. Her veil was opaque white. How she could see out of it, he had no idea.

Roy broke out in a stupid grin, his hands fidgeting. Havoc leaned forward, smiling softly. "Good thing he didn't wear he gloves eh?"

Breda snickered, "Burn the whole place down before the judge got to talking."

Despite himself, Havoc snickered, leaning back, standing straight.

Despite himself, he was smiling. He was happy for them.

For her.

Roy Mustang lifted her veil. She looked so beautiful. Her honey eyes tore from Roy's scanning the crowed. They landed on his for the briefest moment.

His heart stopped.

"Please be seated."

Fuery pulled him down. She tore her gaze back to her very-soon-to-be-husband.

But Havoc was far away.

III

"You really marrying him?" Hawkeye paused, looking back at Havoc who was standing outside Central Command.

"Jean."

"Listen, I understand that you have this 'thing' with the General-"

"Jean."

"But if your heart's not in it-" he was a foot away now, looking down at her. Her honey brown eyes looked from his eyes to his lips before spinning on her heel, grabbing him by the hand.

"I have to show you something."

He let her drag her to her house. Their endeavors started out like this-sort of.

III

"Roy and my relationship is complicated…" Riza had shed her blue jacket and holster as she bent down to pet Hayate. It was strange hearing her say the General's first name. "Roy and I have known each other a long time."

He was leaning against the door, arms crossed as he watched her in her night routine. She would change and grab Hayate's leash from the bedroom and take him for a 3.2 mile walk before coming back home. "Since Ishval."

She smiled sadly, "Not quite." She looked up at him, "I need to show you something." She beckoned him to the bedroom. He tilted his head, though followed.

This was new.

Before he entered the room, Hawkeye's black military issued shirt was on the ground, her back to him.

His heart beat in his ears as his jaw went slack.

A large, elaborate-thing-was on her back. Marred by large burns.

She looked over her shoulder, her face pink. "Roy learned Flame Alchemy from the original Flame Alchemist, Berthold Hawkeye.

"My Father."

III

Hawkeye changed and picked up the leash on her bed and Havoc followed numbly as she clipped the leash on Hayate and started their walk.

It was like a damn had burst and she talked-and couldn't stop. She told him everything, or what he thought was everything. Things he was sure the military didn't know.

"I owe him a lot." She said when they were back in her apartment. Hayate was munching on food. Hawkeye stood in the middle of her kitchen, her arms empty, looking at him helplessly. "This isn't just about Ishval. This is about everything." She looked like she was going to cry. "I don't expect you to understand why I have to marry him.

"I just do."

He crossed the room and caught her tear with his thumb. Despite the guilt already filling his chest, he kissed her, and she kissed him back with as much ferocity as she ever had. She ripped off his t-shirt and jeans as he pulled her top, bra and military pants off before they hit the bed. For the first time in their rendezvous, he turned her on her stomach and ran his hands on her back. He kissed every scar, every mark. He nuzzled her neck as she gasped. Open mouth kisses trailing up her neck. "You so beautiful, Hawkeye." She moaned.

It was the last time he saw her until the wedding nine months later.

III

"Does anyone here have any objections?" Breda looked back at Havoc but he raised a brow. "What?" he mouthed.

The Judge finished the ceremony with a signal for the husband to kiss the bride.

He wasted no time.

As the organ started again and the crowded cheered. As the happy couple walked down, her honey eyes met his again.

He forced a cheesy smile.

She smiled softly.

I know why you had to marry him. I'm not stupid. He watched her back as she pasted. It's because what you have is more than just love.

It's true love.