Chapter 2

Flynn had just gotten off the phone with Jean Havoc. What a cutie with such a girlie name. Oh, well, she had a masculine name. Midnight. They had been talking for four hours. She had just settled down in the bed when a rhythmic thumping began from the apartment next door.

"Oh, no," she groaned, pulling the pillow around her head to shield her ears that were being assaulted with a woman wailing "ah ah ah." Every night? When does this man sleep? At work probably.

"Oh, Roy!" the woman screamed.

Flynn could not take it anymore. This could not continue; she had signed a one year lease. She jumped out of the bed, stalking out of her apartment to next door. She banged on the door with all of her strength. When he did not answer after a minute, she began to kick the door.

"What the hell do you want?" he began yelling before he even reached the door, opening it on the word 'want.' "Oh, it's you."

"Yes, it's me, Stud," she replied.

"Mustang." He leaned against the door jamb wearing nothing but a towel.

"Whatever. Some of us like to sleep at night. Is there any way you could start having your one night stands at their place instead of yours? Or would that bother their husbands ..." Her voice died away as the naked, peroxide blond walked up behind Mustang sliding her arms around his waist. "Or pimp."

"Listen, short stuff, why don't you find a boyfriend to keep you busy at night then maybe you won't mind so much. Now, why don't you go back over the rainbow and tend to your pot of gold."

"You bastard!"

Mustang slammed the door right in her furious, red face. That does it. Tomorrow she would speak with manager to see how much it would cost to get out of her lease early.

Flynn walked slowly up the steps of the library with her chin on her chest in defeat. The manager had informed her there was no way to break her lease, and if she moved out he would make sure that she could not even rent a cardboard box. She took a deep breath, noisily releasing it.

"Flynn?" Jean called. He was standing in front of her with a single red rose. He held the rose out to her, tracing her lips with it.

Flynn felt her whole body begin to tingle. She closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of the rose as he held it under her nose. Oh, this guy was not just good, he was GREAT! She took the rose from him, allowing her fingers to brush his. Her lashes fluttered to her cheek as she demurely looked down, blushing lightly.

"So beautiful," he murmured, sliding his thumb over her cheek as he cupped her jaw.

Flynn looked up, way up, into Havoc's blue eyes; he was at least a whole foot taller than her. The bright morning sun transformed him into a golden god as it made a halo around his blond head. Yep, he could mean serious danger for her. She would have to be very careful not to fall in love with him.

"I-I need to get to work," she stammered.

"Me too. I'll see you Friday," he said, walking away from her.

Flynn walked into the building refusing to turn to watch him walk away. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

"In love?" a familiar irritating monotone voice inquired.

"Yes, but not with you," she answered, opening her eyes.

"You're very pretty when your mouth is closed," he said, a vicious smile on his face.

"You're a nice guy when your personality doesn't get in the way," she rejoined, pushing past him to go into her office.

"Have a nice day, Sweetheart!" he called after her.

Flynn walked out on her balcony luxuriating in the evening breeze as it blew across her bare shoulders and cooled her body. Her long red hair hung loosely in curls just below her shoulders. Stray hairs moved by the breeze tickled her neck and chest. She raised the cold beer bottle to her face, rolling the frosty glass bottle across her cheeks before she took a long sip. It was so darn hot today. She sat down on the lounger, settling in comfortably to watch the sun set as she drank her beer. Her mind wandered aimlessly from thought to thought. Jean's handsome face. The golden sun. His blue eyes. The red rose. Friday night could not come fast enough for her.

'What the hell is she thinking about?' Mustang wondered as he watched her from a secluded corner on his balcony. From where he stood, he could see her whole body as she reclined on the lounger. He licked his lips as he watched her trace her lips with her fingers then slide her fingertips down her neck. Her hard nipples poked through the thin material of her tank top showing him that she was aroused because she damn sure could not be cold as hot as it is.

"Oh, my god," he moaned to himself watching her slide her hand over her breast. Then he noticed her other hand on her beer bottle, sliding up and down the neck of it. "Oh – my – god," he repeated, allowing each word to roll slowly off his tongue. His hand moved to his bulging crotch without a conscious thought from him. His body seemed to operate on its own sometimes. He is a lustful degenerate, but he did not care. He did not even like this woman. Of course, he learned a long time ago that he did not have to like a woman to have sex with her. Hell, sometimes he had not even been attracted to them when he had screwed them and bid them a not so fond farewell before the lights could be turned on. Beer goggles were a wondrous thing that helped even the most unattractive woman become beautiful. This woman was far from unattractive. That is until she opened her mouth. What was her name? Something manly. Finn? No, Flynn. And she would be dating a guy with a girl's name, Jean. Awesome. She wouldn't be the first woman he had stolen from Havoc. She would be a particularly gratifying conquest though. He might even screw her a few times to make it hurt even more when he broke her heart.

'Evil. Pure evil incarnate,' Flynn thought to herself as she glared at Mustang, waiting for him to get the files together that she had come to retrieve. Could this man move any slower? The door to his office unexpectedly swung open and an excited looking man with black hair, a scruffy beard, and square glasses on his face swept in.

"Roy! Have I got news for you!" he yelled enthusiastically. Oh no, another morning person. Mustang was an ass but at least he was quiet in the morning. The man stopped in front of her, bending down to inspect her like she was an unusual new science experiment. "Well, hello! You're new aren't you? I'm Maes Hughes."

'How do these overly happy people keep finding me?' she wondered, afraid he was going to rip her arm out of socket her shook her hand so eagerly. "Flynn Brogen," she said as he continued to hover over her in an overly friendly manner. Has this guy ever heard of personal space?

"First Lieutenant, huh?" he announced, whistling between his teeth. "So young and pretty too."

"She's not a real lieutenant, Hughes. She didn't earn it on the battlefield like we did. She got her rank by reading books and taking tests," Mustang stated with venom not even attempting to mask his disdain.

"Are you done with those files, sir? Unlike you, I have work to do," she snapped.

Hughes made a growling sound. "Mmmmmm feisty," he murmured. "I like her."

"Aren't you married?" Mustang muttered, still pulling the files together.

"Yep. I love my wife and daughter. By the way –" He began digging in his pocket for something.

"NO!" yelled Mustang, now suddenly in a hurry to get the files together.

"Hey, Brogen. I'm looking for an assistant, think you might be interested?" he inquired with so much hopeful impatience she almost said yes on the spot. Mustang and his First Lieutenant, Riza Hawkeye, caught her attention, both of them violently shaking their heads as they mouthed the word "no."

Flynn narrowed her eyes wondering what the big deal was. He seemed nice enough. Definitely not a pervert like Mustang. A little hyperactive maybe. "Well, um, can I think about it?" she asked, cocking her head to the side coyly.

"Oh, you sweet little thing, let me know by Friday," he said, patting her cheek as if she were a child.

"She is a grown-up, Hughes," Roy reminded him.

"I know, but she's so little and cute," he said in voice like he was talking to a baby as he pinched her cheek. Okay this is why they warned her to say no. The man is insane but in a harmless and irritating way.

"Brogen, out now," Mustang ordered her, shoving the files into her hands. He raised his eyebrows as if to warn her this would be her last chance of escape so she better do it now.

"Nice meeting you!" she called out as she ran to the door.

"You too!" he yelled after her.

'Oh, dear Lord, what was that?' she wondered. She always met such fascinating people in Mustang's office. She could hardly wait to see what fresh new hell awaited her on her next visit.

"Colonel, I've got the files you requested. Since they came from the vault I need you to sign for them," Flynn announced after being invited into the office. She was busy writing something on the form he had to sign and did not look up until she reached his desk. A seven foot tall suit of armor stood next to her. Then it spoke.

"Hi!" it said in a child's voice.

Flynn screamed, jumping back at least four feet. "Dammit!" she grumbled when she saw the contents of the file she had been carrying were now spread across the floor. She bent to pick them up when an unusual pair of arms appeared in her line of vision: one was a regular human arm, the other auto mail. She raised her eyes to look at the person helping her. Huge round golden eyes looked into hers. His golden blond hair was shaggy in front and a long braid hung over his shoulder. What a cute teenage boy. He was also the Fullmetal Alchemist.

"Hi, I'm Edward," he said, helping her to her feet. He handed her the papers, smiling at her pleasantly when they were still eye to eye at their full height. "You've already met my brother, Alphonse."

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that," she apologized, looking at the suit of armor. The Elrics. Everyone knew who they were. Lucky her. She had just made a complete ass of herself in front of them.

"You have serious issues holding on to files don't you? I find it ironic they have you working in records," Mustang said in his typical smart ass fashion. She continued to stare at Edward, and he gazed back at her. The Colonel stared at them both bristling with impatience. His chest tightened, and he felt angry. What the hell was this? Was he feeling – jealousy? What the f-

"Sir!" Flynn roared to get his attention.

"Damn, woman, you make a lot of noise." He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

"Yeah, you're one to talk," she snorted. She slammed the clipboard down in front of him. "Sign, sir or the file goes back with me."

"There. Are you done with me?" he inquired, cocking an eyebrow suggestively.

"I haven't even started," she murmured, licking her bottom lip slowly. She lavished her most winning smile on Edward and Alphonse. "It was so nice meeting you. I hope to see you again soon."

"I'll make sure you do," Ed said, grabbing her hand. He brought it to his lips to kiss the back of it.

Flynn spun on her heel, bouncing toward the door with elation. She slipped Havoc a wink, causing him to blush.

"Hey, Colonel Bastard! Why is your face all red?"

"Shut up, Ed."