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30_kisses's challenge: Perfect Blue.
Title: Something New, Something Blue
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Rating: G
Word Count: 323
Characters: Havoc and Hawkeye
Summary: If you don’t know the ‘Havoc + Stabbity Stab’ equation, this may be a bit of a spoiler. Havoc’s return to duty.
Havoc looked at himself in the mirror and grimaced.
He hadn’t kept count of how long it’s been since he last was able to put on his uniform (8 months, 13 days, but he definitely wasn’t counting) and it looked, to put it gently, hideous.
After being pulled out of his self-pitying funk, Havoc’s only recourse was working out. As a result, his old uniform stretched uncomfortably across his shoulders and chest and his trousers were disturbingly large over his recently reworking legs.
Hawkeye watched him quietly, perched on the boxes of Havoc’s belongings. He’d be going back to Central tomorrow with uniforms that didn’t fit to rejoin people so far ahead of him. Havoc’s shoulders slumped and depression began to creep up on him again. Hawkeye, seeing this, took his hand and lead him to bed.
He woke up the next morning to a memory of a kiss on his cheek and nothing but a package resting next to him. The note on the package said to wear its contents to Central.
Havoc arrived at his old office, accosted all the way by familiar faces with wide smiles and lots of catching up. The office erupted into a cheer when he stepped in, laughing and slapping him on the back. The Brigadier General shook his hand, happiness an ill concealed gleam on his face, and said, “Welcome back, 1st Lieutenant.”
Hawkeye sat quietly until the others had their fill of jostling Havoc around. She merely tugged a wrinkle out of his jacket and stepped back to see how his new uniform fell over his frame.
She smiled at him. “Perfect.”
30_kisses's challenge: Perfect Blue.Title: Something New, Something Blue
Fandom: Full Metal Alchemist
Rating: G
Word Count: 323
Characters: Havoc and Hawkeye
Summary: If you don’t know the ‘Havoc + Stabbity Stab’ equation, this may be a bit of a spoiler. Havoc’s return to duty.
Havoc looked at himself in the mirror and grimaced.
He hadn’t kept count of how long it’s been since he last was able to put on his uniform (8 months, 13 days, but he definitely wasn’t counting) and it looked, to put it gently, hideous.
After being pulled out of his self-pitying funk, Havoc’s only recourse was working out. As a result, his old uniform stretched uncomfortably across his shoulders and chest and his trousers were disturbingly large over his recently reworking legs.
Hawkeye watched him quietly, perched on the boxes of Havoc’s belongings. He’d be going back to Central tomorrow with uniforms that didn’t fit to rejoin people so far ahead of him. Havoc’s shoulders slumped and depression began to creep up on him again. Hawkeye, seeing this, took his hand and lead him to bed.
He woke up the next morning to a memory of a kiss on his cheek and nothing but a package resting next to him. The note on the package said to wear its contents to Central.
Havoc arrived at his old office, accosted all the way by familiar faces with wide smiles and lots of catching up. The office erupted into a cheer when he stepped in, laughing and slapping him on the back. The Brigadier General shook his hand, happiness an ill concealed gleam on his face, and said, “Welcome back, 1st Lieutenant.”
Hawkeye sat quietly until the others had their fill of jostling Havoc around. She merely tugged a wrinkle out of his jacket and stepped back to see how his new uniform fell over his frame.
She smiled at him. “Perfect.”
