A.N.: Hey sorry for the long wait. Here's the new chapter.

Havoc

Havoc lazily strolled into the office on a Monday morning.

"Good morning Captain Havoc," Royce said diligently with a curt nod of the head.

"Yeah, good morning," he answered nonchalantly. His eyes flicked to the corner of the room closest to Roy's doors, only to dart back quickly before walking to his own desk.

It has been three weeks since Riza decided to leave them and they still haven't heard a single word from her. It would seem like this time she was serious about leaving and wanted to keep them from finding her. And if they all knew one thing about Hawkeye, it was the fact that she could make almost anything happen if she really wanted to. If Riza wanted to stay away from them for a while, then she would. She probably knows that if the chief knew about her location, he would be on the first express train to get her back.

"Want one?" Breda asked, offering him a box of donuts the moment he sat down.

"No thanks," Havoc answered with a grimace, but when he remembered he hadn't had any breakfast because he had woken up late, he reconsidered, "actually, I'll take one. Thanks."

Havoc leaned back in his chair, stretched his legs, and slowly munched on his donut as he inspected the amount of work he had to get done today. Someone had already gotten their paperwork and had distributed everyone's share for the day. He knitted his brows together as he saw his pile and sighed. He hated doing paperwork and things haven't been going well in his life. Not only did he feel guilty for being one of the reasons Hawkeye disappeared on them, but the girl he was recently interested in had rejected him last week, making him feel even more depressed.

He had also taken Riza's tasks and responsibilities upon himself, which consisted of more paperwork and overseeing the whole training sector of the new recruits. I don't know how she does it! I thought I could just pop up from time to time at the range or at the outdoor training grounds, but there's so much more to it. Since Roy had become the Fuhrer, many sectors in the military have been undergoing reforms and reevaluations. Riza had much more work to do than any of them could have imagined and she seemed to have done it without an effort compared to them and their measly paperwork.

On top of taking care of the recruit training sector, she was also responsible of putting all the evaluation reports together for the Fuhrer to review before accepting or refusing. Furthermore, she was the Fuhrer's personal aide and had many other tasks that needed to get done. Just being informed about all the stuff he would need to do if he wanted to take her place was overwhelming. In the end, they all had to split up most of the tasks among themselves just to be able to keep up with everything, but Havoc got more responsibilities since he had already worked with her in some of the sectors.

"Havoc, are you alright? You don't look so good," asked a concerned Fuery, sitting across from him.

"No, Fuery, I'm not. I keep thinking of how Hawkeye got all of this done and I can't find an answer. I really don't understand how she could handle all of this. It's just crazy!"

"Some things are not meant to be understood Havoc," Breda snickered at him causing Havoc to glare back.

"Lieutenant Colonel Hawkeye always arrives to work on time and she works diligently, not getting distracted by anything. She uses her time efficiently and doesn't waste a second of it. She's a no-nonsense, hard-working and perfect soldier. That's what makes her different from all of us," Falman stated. The others just stared at him with bored expressions.

"Thanks Falman. I feel so much better now that I know we're all so inferior to her. It explains everything." Havoc sighed heavily. "I just want to cry sometimes when I think about coming to work these days." The last comment earned him a few snorts and chuckles.

Havoc got started on his paperwork and worked in silence for a good hour before he spoke again.

"Anyone heard from Hawkeye?" he asked quietly, making sure it was loud enough for the people in the room to hear, but not loud enough for Roy to hear through his doors. Looking around the room, he was answered with solemn shakes of the head and the sight of Riza's neat and empty desk.

Around eleven, he went to see the Fuhrer to give him the reports he had finished the day before and that morning. He entered the room when he heard a muffled sound after knocking. Closing the door behind him, he walked up to Roy's big desk and saluted briefly.

"Fuhrer, sir. I have some reports to give to you. They're mostly reports of the assessments made in different sectors." He handed them to Roy and continued standing in front of his desk.

If you looked closely, you could see that the Fuhrer was tired and not as clean as he should be. On most days you could see his stubble starting to form when he had forgotten to shave in the morning. His hair needed a trim and his uniform could use some professional ironing. This is what happens when Hawkeye leaves us. No one notices these things until it's too late. If it was Hawkeye, she would've already reprimanded him for skipping some days of shaving and looking the way he did. And for some reason, the Fuhrer would allow her to speak to him that way and he would even seem to enjoy it. If it would've been anyone else commenting on his looks and what he should look like, that said person would probably have a part of his body burned. I don't even want to know how Hawkeye would react if she saw him right now. Not the best look for a Fuhrer, that's for sure. But I'm sure he wouldn't dare come back to work the next day looking like that again if she was here.

"Anything else Havoc?"Roy asked without interrupting his work.

"Everything is going well in Ishbal. There's still some things left to be done, but the major constructions are done. The economy is picking back up and more and more people are coming back to settle down, even some Amestrians. The reconstruction of Central after the Promised day was also finished late last week. The final report is in one of the folders I just handed over to you."

Roy nodded, finished writing his sentence, then looked up at him. "Thanks a lot Havoc. I really appreciate it." Seeing that Havoc had not moved an inch, his eyebrow shot up, urging him to speak.

"Well, I just noticed that you don't, well, you don't look too well sir. Are you getting enough sleep? And maybe you should clean yourself up a little, you know? Just to look a little cleaner and all..." Havoc spoke nervously. He didn't really want to be the one to tell the Fuhrer he looked like crap, but Hawkeye wasn't there and no one else would dare say that to him. He wasn't going to let people look down on their Fuhrer or judge him because of his looks.

In the middle of his speech, the Fuhrer had frowned and stared at him. Uh oh, maybe I said too much. Hawkeye! Where are you?

"Are you saying I need to look more presentable?" Roy looked down at himself, studying his uniform.

"Well, sorry to tell you so, but yeah, pretty much. You need a haircut and you should shave first thing tonight," Havoc gulped.

Roy sighed and leaned back into his chair. "You're right Havoc. Thanks for telling me. I haven't had the time to think about things like that. All I want to do when I get home these days is to shower and sleep. Usually I would get reminded about my looks by Hawkeye... but she's not here, so I tend to forget."

"It's alright, chief. You don't look that bad yet. I'm sure she'll be back soon, so just make sure to look proper when she comes back, if not she'll turn us all into Swiss cheese," Havoc grinned.

Roy groaned and smiled. "Alright, I get it. I look like crap. Just get out already! Get back to work!"

Havoc saluted with exaggerated motions before walking out of his office with a wide grin. He was glad he got Roy to loosen up even for a few seconds. Recently, it seemed like the Fuhrer was a workaholic, working long hours everyday. He was doing an amazing job at being Fuhrer, taking care of all the nation's problems, reforming the military and making Amestris a better country after its recent downfall. However, there is only so much a person can do before he or she burns out. That's why his team was trying to take some load off of his shoulders, allowing only the most important things for him to look over. They didn't want their Fuhrer to collapse from fatigue in the first few months.

The loss of their most efficient team member, Riza Hawkeye, was a really big blow for them. They were all disorganized and disoriented during the first two weeks, trying to figure out what they each had to do to keep up with the never ending work that was coming into the office. Even the two new members, Royce and Brandt, found themselves with more tasks to do than what was required from their positions.

The one who felt Riza's absence the most was, inevitably, Roy Mustang. She had always been the person standing on his right side, watching his back from the shadows, putting him in line when no one else would, giving him advice when he needed it most, but most of all, she was his moral support, his anchor. Havoc noticed how he would sometimes turn to his right when he needed something in a meeting, expecting her to be there with the file he was looking for. Somehow, she always knew what he needed and was always a step ahead of him.

When she had been absent in the first few days, before they knew she had decided to leave, Havoc had to keep himself from laughing each time he saw Roy's expression. He's clearly in love with her. He's just denying it. The Fuhrer looked like he had a loose screw somewhere that prevented him from working properly. His mind was always elsewhere, staring off into midair. Worry was plastered all over his face and he did a horrible job at hiding it, especially since Roy had asked him if he had any news from her every single day. However, near the end of the week, he was panicked and was sure something had happened to her. Even the others were starting to get worried. After all, it was so unlike her to be away for so long without telling them anything.

When Brandt had finally brought up the events of that night in the club, the office had a solemn ambiance for the next week. No one dared to speak to the Fuhrer. He was angry and had a very dark vibe around him. Everyone got their work done on time, without procrastinating, and everything was starting to get back in order. Near the end of the second week, Roy had seemed to cool down and was starting to be more talkative again. Although this time, he seemed tired and had a forlorn look in his eyes. People in the office didn't joke around like they did before. They were all busy with their work and there was always a depressive mood in the room accompanying the unfamiliar silence.

Havoc hoped every day that Hawkeye would come back and cheer everyone up, especially their Fuhrer with his longing glances at her desk.

At lunch time, they all headed down to the cafeteria, except Roy since he had his food delivered to him in his office. He gets the fancy stuff, while we have to eat the cafeteria food. Well, today's chicken legs, so I guess it's not that bad. Havoc always bought his lunches here since there was a girl he liked, but couldn't seem to get her interested in him.

Breda nudged him and whispered, "So, any luck with Emily yet?". He smirked and his eyes flickered to the girl behind the counter.

Havoc pouted and crossed his arms. "She's playing very hard to get, that's all."

"You mean she's playing never going to get." Breda laughed and so did the others who were waiting in line with them.

"Don't worry Captain Havoc. I'm sure you'll meet a nice girl soon who'll want to go out with you." Royce patted him on the shoulder and smiled sympathetically at him.

"No he won't. At least not anytime soon. He just got rejected last week," Breda informed them. They all looked at Havoc with pity.

"Would you just shut up! If I would've wanted everyone to know I would have announced it in the office, thank you very much!" Havoc growled in frustration. He won't ever let me off of this!

Luckily for him, they all got their food without any embarrassing comments in front of Emily. As they walked toward their usual table at the back of the cafeteria, some lower ranking officers nodded at them or saluted them briefly. Everyone knew the Fuhrer's direct subordinates and heard of their accomplishments.

"So, is everything going well with Black Hayate Second Lieutenant Fuery?" Royce asked after they'd seated themselves.

"Oh, no problem at all. He's really well trained, listens to everything I say and doesn't bark," Fuery smiled. Even though his new apartment was small, Hayate didn't seem to mind it, which made him glad. "But," he continued with a concerned face, "every night, all he does is look out the window. He even sleeps by it and wakes up whenever someone on the street passes by. I think he really misses Hawkeye. When I walk him, he always looks around at people and follows women who walk or look like Hawkeye until he realizes it's not her. Then, he gets all sad and I get sad watching him too!"

"Maybe she told him she'd be back to pick him up, so he's been waiting for her. You never know how smart that dog is. It's Hawkeye's after all. Who knows what she trained him to do," Havoc piped in.

"Maybe," said a deflated Fuery.

"I'm gonna give this to him right after lunch. He deserves it." Havoc pointed with his fork to one of his two plump chicken legs. Since Fuery didn't want to leave Hayate at home alone during the whole day, he would always bring him to HQ and tie him up outside. Hayate has practically become their mascot and almost everyone knew about him. And because Roy would sometimes go pet him and give him a little snack, no one ever dared complain about him, not that there was anything to complain about.

After lunch, Havoc made his way to the side entrance of HQ and crossed a grassy terrain to reach the training grounds for the new recruits. Since they didn't want poor Hayate to be bored all day, they decided it was best to tie him somewhere where there would be some entertainment for him. Usually, he would follow Hawkeye inside HQ wherever she went, but the first time Fuery brought him in, all he wanted to do was wander, probably to go search of his mistress.

As he spotted the big tree to which Hayate was tied on a long leash, he was surprised to find the Fuhrer crouched beside him, whispering something. I shouldn't even be surprised anymore. Roy often came during lunch time to feed Hayate or just to keep him company for awhile. Hidden by some bushes, people rarely saw the Fuhrer sitting beside the dog and talking to him like he was a human friend. Once, too curious, Havoc decided to spy on him, intent on eavesdropping on the one-sided conversation. However, what he heard only made him pity the both of them and from then on, he never approached them when the Fuhrer was around.

Havoc stood behind another large tree, waiting patiently until Roy was done. Only when he saw him pet the dog playfully and walk away, did he approach Hayate with his tasty treat. Hayate happily wagged his tail when he saw Havoc and began drooling when he smelled the chicken leg in his hand.

"Hey boy! You're still hungry even after the Fuhrer gave you some food? You spoiled dog," he smiled. Before giving him the meat, he asked him to do many tricks, which he did without error, earning himself a nice juicy chicken leg. Wow, Hawkeye really trained him well. Better soldier than some of then news ones we've got recently.

Havoc sat down beside the dog, looking at the empty training grounds. All out for lunch I bet. He looked down beside him to find Hayate laying down and carefully chewing his bone. "Wow, you really devoured that one, did you boy?"

He carefully petted his back, slowly at first, afraid he would growl at him while he was chewing his bone. When he didn't seem to mind, Havoc relaxed and petted him absentmindedly. "Did he come to ask you where Hawkeye was again?" The moment when Havoc said his mistress' name, he stopped chewing and looked up at him hopefully.

"Sorry, boy. I don't know where she is either. We're all hoping for her to come back soon too." Soon, or else the chief's gonna go crazy. Whenever the office was empty and really quiet, he could often hear the muffled sound of a telephone being picked up, numbers dialed and after a long silence, the sound of the telephone being hung up, all form the other side of Roy's doors. Poor man. I'd prefer to be dumped continuously than to be stuck in his position.

On Friday, Havoc walked into the office after lunch to find Fuery, Brandt and Royce huddle around a large box on the floor.

"What's that?" he asked out loud. They all turned around and Havoc saw the gleam in Fuery's eyes. Great, must be some new machine, he sighed inwardly. Nothing got Fuery more excited than some new tech gadget.

"It's the newest audio recorder system the military has developed!" Fuery exclaimed.

Havoc raised his eyebrows lazily, still looking disinterested. "And why is it here? Why would we need an audio recorder?" The three men were too engrossed in the new apparatus to bother answering him. Frustrated, Havoc decided to go closer to see what the hype was all about.

The said 'military's newest audio recorder system' was nothing more than a grey rectangular box the size of a dictionary, with buttons on the front and a power cord. Nothing fancy about that...

"Let's try it out!" Brandt said, almost as excited as Fuery. They brought the device to Brandt's desk, carefully placed it on the corner and plugged it in the closest outlet. Fuery played a bit with it before turning around to Havoc, who was still hovering around them, and said, "Havoc, try saying something." He flicked one of the switches and a red light came on.

"Jean Havoc is the sexiest man alive. Women fight over him all the time, but refuse to admit it."

When the recorder repeated the same thing back to them in Havoc's voice, they all exclaimed with glee.

"Whoa! This is an awesome machine!" It was now Havoc's turn to get excited. For the next twenty minutes, they all took turns recording stupid things and playing them over again. It only got more rowdy when the others came back from their lunch breaks and joined them in the fun.

"What are you guys doing?" They all halted and turned around slowly. Roy stood in doorway from the hall, back from wherever he was, and was staring at them sternly. Uh oh, he's in a bad mood. Lately, the Fuhrer was often easily ticked off and in bad moods. When that did happen, he would lock himself in his office and work non-stop.

Havoc felt someone nudge him before he spoke up. " We just received a new audio recorder and we were just testing it out. It seems to work just fine." Havoc gulped, hoping his answer was good enough. After a few seconds of silence, watching Roy's eyes go from him, to the others, to the recorder, then back to him, Roy took some steps closer to come see for himself.

Fuery explained to him how it worked and gave him a little demonstration. Afterwards, the Fuhrer asked, "And why do we need one of these?"

"Well, a few weeks ago Lieutenant Colonel Hawkeye just told me to order the smallest and newest one available for the office. She didn't tell me why though," Fuery said slowly. The mention of Hawkeye's name had caught Roy's attention. Although he tried to hide his surprise, Havoc didn't miss the slight twitch his eyes made as he stared at Fuery.

"I was the one who recommended it to her, sir." Brandt spoke up behind him. "Royce and I passed by the interrogation rooms one time when we had to go get some reports and we saw how they all recorded what everyone said to keep as records. I mentioned this to the Lieutenant Colonel and she liked the idea."

"Yes. She said we should also keep records of everyone that passes by the office to speak to you for security purposes. That way, we can always have proof for anything that was said in the office" Royce added.

Roy nodded and smirked. "Hawkeye thinks of everything." Everyone nodded in agreement. The recorder was to stay on Brandt's desk and he would be the one in charge of it.

The rest of the afternoon passed by rapidly as they all hurried to finish the last of the week's work before the weekend and Roy's two assistants were getting next week's schedule ready for the Fuhrer. Near the end of the day, Havoc's butt was numb from sitting on a wooden chair too long.

"Ahh, I can't feel my butt anymore!" he complained. He grabbed his last report and walked toward the long couch against the wall at the back of the room. When he flopped down, the legs wobbled and squeaked dangerously. Havoc's eyes widened with alert. He settled himself in slowly and relaxed once the deemed it safe to.

However, the sound of Roy's double doors opening made him jolt up and the sudden motion gave the finishing blow on the old couch.

"Ow!" Havoc yelped, as he fell on the floor. The two legs on the side he was sitting on had given way. Roy stood in front of his doors, looking down at him with a questioning look.

"Aw damn it! Margaret's broken! My butt was numb, so I just thought I would work on my last report on the couch." Havoc pouted and looked like a child that was going to get scolded, hoping he would get some pity from the Fuhrer.

All Roy did was sigh and he said, "Well, it's broken now. We'll get another one."

"What! We can't fix her? She's our Margaret. The first couch our team ever got. Her name was even chosen by Hawkeye herself!" Havoc protested. The other men, except for Brandt and Royce, nodded their heads vigorously. They were all attached to their couch and were reluctant to replace her.

"I know Havoc. Margaret was a good couch, but she can't be fixed. She's too old and broken. We don't need her anymore, so get rid of her. I'll get you a new and sexier one. So stop treating the couch like a human!"

After the Fuhrer left for the day, Havoc lingered there for a few more seconds. I guess a new sexier one would be better. Sorry, Margaret. You were good to us. Rest in peace. He went back to work at his desk and soon finished his last report. Before leaving HQ, he went to the janitor's room and told him about their broken couch. He went home only after getting an affirmation that the couch would be removed.

A.N.: The chapters won't always be this short. It just depends on each person's story. Longer chapters will come. I'm sorry it's taking some time to update, but I've been busy at school. Hope you guys like my Havoc. I've never written a Havoc story before. First time for everything. Thanks for reading and please leave a review if you liked it! :)

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