Hello! I sincerely apologize for how long it took me to get this next chapter out. It's pretty light and fluffy, and the next chapter takes place later that night. But I really liked this section, and I thought it made a nice little stand alone chapter. Plus, these two deserved some happy. I own nothing! Shouts to ochibisniper, as always!

It had been over a week since Havoc had started his official physical therapy sessions, and the exercises were some of the worst things he had ever experienced. He wanted to use his legs again, of course he did, but fuck, this was so hard. He had always been a fit guy, even before the military. He'd always been strong and athletic, his body reliable. Now Havoc felt like he could barely do anything with it. His arms and upper body were still strong as ever, but the physical therapy he endured daily was focused on keeping the muscles in his legs from atrophying. He kept hoping that at some point during each exercise he'd suddenly feel something, there'd be some sort of spark...but of course there never was. He was tired, he was frustrated, and his arms hurt like hell from the resistance bands.

Then his princess walked in, and the smile that lit up Havoc's face at her entrance could have been seen for miles upon miles. Since getting back together, she had gone back to spending as much time as she could with him, barring work and other responsibilities that took precedence. His family home was about a thirty minute drive for her, but his therapist's office was just a couple of blocks from East Headquarters. So on his therapy days, his mother dropped him off and Rebecca picked him up, taking him back home at their leisure. It was the best way to end therapy, when he was tired, and cranky, and upset, to get to see her. Her dark eyes made it better. Made him want to be better, and therefore therapy became much easier.

She walked over to him and kissed his cheek as he pulled at the bands. "Hey you. How is it today?" she asked. He grinned, ignoring the pain in his arms.

"Super easy, of course."

Her lips raised the corner of her mouth into a sly smile. "Uh-huh. The panting and the beads of sweat on your brow are really selling that case for you."

"Damn it." He grunted and grimaced as he pulled the straps again, the pressure forcing his knees to bend. Rebecca put her hand on his shoulder while the therapist looked over him.

"You need to breathe. You keep holding your breath the whole time. Don't do that," the older man said, placing his hand on Havoc's diaphragm. "Inhale as you pull, then exhale as you release. The breathing gives you fuel, and will make it easier." He tried to do as the doctor said, steadying his breathing as he pulled and released. The man nodded in approval, and after Havoc went through three more reps, declared him done for the day.

"Same time tomorrow, then, Mr. Havoc." The doctor said. Rebecca looked up.

"Lieutenant," she corrected. "He's a 2nd Lieutenant."

Havoc scoffed, grabbing his button down from the table next to him and throwing it on over his undershirt. "Beck, I retired. Quit with the Lieutenant thing." She had developed a habit of correcting people any time they called him "mister" and it was beginning to stretch his nerves. She rolled her eyes, walking over to his wheelchair.

"You retired because you're an idiot. The second you get your legs back, you know Mustang's reinstating you." She grabbed the handlebars and pushed the chair over to him while the doctor excused himself, citing a need to attend to another patient. They both waved goodbye, and Havoc turned his attention back to her.

"I have to get my legs back first, princess. Not much of a proper knight without them," he said as he scooted himself to the edge of the table. Rebecca smiled, taking his arm.

"You will. I know you will. I know you." She guided him into the chair. They were getting better at getting him in and out of it, though the act was still a bit of a struggle. It helped that she was fairly tall, though nowhere near his height, and that Havoc could still lift his own body weight. Together they got him situated, and he buttoned up his shirt while she opened the door. He wheeled himself out of the room, and they began the short trek to the elevator together. Havoc glanced up at her and gave a tiny smile.

"Thank you."

Rebecca looked at him, light confusion dancing on her face. "For what?" They reached the elevator and she punched the button for the ground floor.

"For being here. For believing in me. Your confidence gives me confidence." It was true. As hard as he worked, he was still constantly plagued by the self-doubt that maybe none of this would pay off, that he would truly be trapped in this chair forever. But if Rebecca had the same doubts, she never voiced them to him, never gave them any credence. She truly believed he'd walk again. She was quickly becoming his rock, and he relied on her.

She smiled. "That's why you're always going to be Lieutenant Havoc." The elevator dinged, and she continued. "I'm sorry if it drives you crazy, babe, but I don't want anyone to forget that part of you. Because it's still who you are. It's still your future."

He looked down, letting a soft smile creep onto his lips as he wheeled himself onto the elevator. He didn't respond, but he took hold of her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as the doors shut. Rebecca squeezed back, then frowned, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

"Did you call yourself a knight earlier?"

He stared at her for a moment, confusion matching hers. "What? Did I never...? Oh yeah, I guess you wouldn't know."

Rebecca gently shook her head, her ponytail bobbing with the head movement. "No, what does it mean?" He opened his mouth to answer her, but the elevator stopped and the doors began to open.

"Ask me in the car, it's kind of a secret."

She knitted her forehead and let out a huff of laughter. "Alright, weirdo."

They got off the elevator together and made their way to the car. She had managed to park close, and when they got to her car they went through their usual song and dance of getting him out the chair and into the passenger seat. Once the chair had been safely stowed in the back, Rebecca got into the driver's seat and turned on the engine, pulling out of the doctor's office.

"Did you want to do anything before I took you home?"

Havoc shook his head. "No, I'm pretty tired. I want to just get there and make dinner. Will you stay for awhile?"

She nodded, glancing over at him. "I'll stay as long as you want me to. We'll play it by ear, like always."

He matched her nod, putting his hand on her knee. "Play it by ear." He squeezed her leg and Rebecca smiled. After a moment, she spoke.

"Oh! The knight thing. What does that mean?"

"Right, right. I forgot you asked." He cleared his throat, leaning back a little. "It's a code name. As you know, the Colonel is a bit of a chess nut. So he assigned his main team code names that followed chess pieces. Fuery is the pawn, Falman is the bishop, Breda is the rook, and I'm the knight."

Rebecca grinned. "Does that make Riza..."

Havoc shot her a smirk. "The queen."

She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Those two idiots."

"Right? Worst kept secret in Amestris, hand to god." They laughed together, knowing it was true and not true all at the same time. Rebecca had gotten a little less harsh towards Mustang since their fight in his hospital room, and Havoc had shared some details of what he had seen of his two superior officer's time together. He had managed to convince her that Mustang did, in fact, have feelings for Hawkeye, based entirely on Havoc's own observations. Rebecca hadn't given up anything about Riza's feelings for him, but she hadn't outright refuted the idea, which was enough to convince Havoc that Hawkeye had divulged things to Rebecca that she wasn't at liberty to say. The friendship between his girlfriend and his friend/co-worker was a thing of great interest to him, since they were so different. But they were close as sisters, and he knew Rebecca would rather die than reveal anything Hawkeye had told her in confidence. So he didn't press. But he took great joy in watching her slightly adjust her opinions about Mustang due to the way he treated her when it was just the team. Slightly.

Rebecca got them back on track. "So it's a code name. Why are you the knight?"

He shrugged. "Apparently it's because of my skills in the field. I've never been good at chess, so I don't truly get the metaphor. But Breda always said that it fit well."

"I would trust that," she responded, turning out of the city. They were now about halfway to his house, and were entering more of the countryside. Havoc looked out the window as trees began to show up with more frequency, dotting the landscape. He grinned.

"Want to know something embarrassing about me?"

He heard her giggle. "Of course I do."

Squeezing her leg, he replied, "Well, when I was a kid, I used to be really in love with old stories. Like, of knights and chivalry and medieval adventure. The Arthurian legends." He looked over at her and she was smiling widely.

"Really?"

Havoc nodded. "Really. I devoured those stories, including old fairy tales. I used to go into the woods behind my house and pretend I was a knight, fighting dragons and rescuing princesses locked in towers. It got worse when I learned horseback riding."

"That's adorable!"

He laughed. "Come on, say it's manly or hot or something. Not 'adorable'."

"Fine. The fact that you used to ride horses and pretend you were fighting dragons is super sexy."

Havoc groaned. "Well, when you say it like that..."

Rebecca laughed, glancing over at him. "No really! I always loved horses when I was a little girl, and fairy tales. I didn't read the Arthur myths, but fairy tales were a staple. It really is kind of hot to imagine you doing it now."

Looking down at his useless legs, he gave a small sigh. "Well, it'd be harder now. I think my knight days are up."

"I don't."

He looked at her, that confident smile once again firm on her lips. She continued. "You're still a knight. Even if you're not Mustang's knight, which you are. You're my knight, too."

Havoc stared at her, his own smile growing to match hers. "Your knight, huh? I like that."

"After all, aren't I your princess? Princesses are supposed to have a knight."

"I thought they were supposed to have princes."

She scoffed. "Princes are stuffy and boring. Knights are exciting and interesting. I'll take a knight."

"That's an excellent point."

She glanced at him again as she turned the car onto a bumpier road. "Is that where you got that nickname? You called me princess even before we were dating."

"It is," he confessed. "I, uh, always wanted a princess, you know? To protect and take care of. You...always fit the bill. I think calling you that was my way of confessing what I wanted without ever actually confessing it."

She smiled, taking his hand off her leg and lacing their fingers together. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back.

"Plus," he offered, "You always acted like a stuck up princess."

Rebecca laughed loudly, her mouth hanging open in mock offense. "You jerk!" He chuckled and leaned over, kissing her cheek.

"I still like you, princess."

She smirked, peering at his blue eyes. "I like you, too, my knight."

"I like being your knight better than being Mustang's."

"Well, I'm prettier than him."

"True."

They laughed and continued the drive, Havoc never letting go of her hand. If this was how therapy ended every day, he was pretty sure that he could take whatever this doctor planned to throw at him. He would walk again. He was a knight, after all, with a princess to take care of.

And a nickname is born! They are dorks but they're my dorks. Please favorite and review!