Hmmm….yeah…you know the drill…I don't own…wish I did…
"How could you!" a furious blonde yelled. Before the eleven year old on the ground lay the remains of a toy. Above him, laughing at him, were two older boys. They were always making fun of him…and now they had gone off and broke his only toy.
"Oh please…you sure do know how to whine, Yoshiyo…it's just a little piece of crap…" the boy above him laughed, causing Yoshiyo's eyes to water.
"It…was mine…you broke it…"
"I sure did."
"It was mine…how could you….my car….my…."
"MY CAR!" Hughes couldn't help but flinch as Jean's voice pierced the garage. "My poor baby! Who did this?"
"Did…what exactly?" Hughes asked, walking over to inspect the car closer. There was a scratch…on the driver side door. "Oh…I see…"
"My poor car…" Jean sighed then took a long drag from his smoke. "Today is going to be a bad day…I can tell."
"Because you're car got scratched?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"I'm on my last pack…and my car got scratched…" Jean said as he walked into the office.
"You'll be fine…hey I know what will make you better! You should see the picture of my dear daughter playing in the snow!" Jean sighed as a picture was practically shoved down his throat. As Hughes ran off to show Cain, he sat don at his desk and noticed that his poor rose was wilting already.
Every Sunday, Jean Havoc would stop at the Florist and spend eight dollars on a red rose. His desk always had a tall coffee mug, which he filled with water and placed the rose in. By Saturday the rose had wilted, and he would carefully pull all of the petals, put them in a box and then buy another and repeat the process. People stopped asking him why, because he never really gave them an answer. It's was just one of those weird things that he did and people got used to.
Jean had somehow drowned Hughes and Cain out, and was focused on the fact that he owed Roy a report. He had it finished, of course, he was up all night getting it done…but there was the matter of actually giving it to him. It used to be easy…he'd just walk in there, salute him and hand him the papers and walk out. It's what he had done for years, and every single time…he wanted a reason to stay in his presence longer. Whenever he got a chance he was walking at Roy' side. He feared that Roy was in a relationship with Hawkeye…or worse…Edward. The way they argued all the time…and how Ed always got to spend a ton of time getting yelled at in Roy's office…
Here he had known Roy for a few years…and Edward…a kid was totally beating him at his goal. Jean felt a hot wave a jealousy rush through him at the very thought…the very image of Roy telling the kid how much he cared for him. This caused him to stand up rather quickly, a determined look on his face. There was no way that it was possible. Roy couldn't stand Edward…right? They…argued when they were alone in the office…right? Just argued…no kissing…no confessions…just…
"You OK?" Jean snapped out of his thoughts to see Cain looking at him in a rather concerned way.
"Huh?" he blinked at him oddly, and watched as a pink tint spread across Cain Cain's features.
"You really spaced out there…and I was asking you if you were feeling OK…you've been acting a bit odd lately…" his voice quieted and faded out, as he suddenly felt stupid. Jean smiled,
"Oh…yeah? I haven't been sleepin' too well lately…sorry…" Cain's concern seemed to spread. "I'm fine…I just gotta go send this report in…" he grabbed the paper from his desk and slowly made his way to Roy's office. Knocking lightly, he awaited an answer hopefully, and got one.
"Come in." it was the same irritated voice as before.
"Sir…" Jean stepped in and gave a quick salute, "I have that report you requested, sir." Roy actually looked up from his papers for once, and Jean felt his body tense up a great deal.
"Already?"
"Yes, sir…" he held the papers out. Roy reached for them, and there was a good half a second where his hand brushed Jean's. This caused him to blush a bit, but he quickly scolded himself and shook it off. "You wanted it as soon as possible…so…"
"Yes, good job Havoc…" Jean once again gave a quick salute,
"Thank you, sir…" he stood there for a moment, watching Roy read over what was written on the papers, until he looked up at him and he froze,
"Well? Get back to work then…" Jean nodded quickly and rushed out, so quickly he missed the smirk on Roy's face.
At his desk, all he could think about was how there was this amazing shock when their hands brushed for just a second. How even through the gloves Roy's hand was so warm. Remebering made Jean smile lightly and look to the rose on his desk. His smile faded, however, when a sudden thought hit his head.
'How many times has he grabbed Ed's arm in anger…or…?' he gave a heavy sigh, he was sure that Ed had beaten him to Roy. If Ed didn't somebody had to of…it just wasn't fare…not in any way.
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