Nothing but Trouble

Unnerving Alone Time

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This is the last chapter. I originally wrote this out on paper ( a lot of paper!) in my spare time because Beca, one of my best frieneds, asked me to. It was going to be a one shot but things changed because it ended up long enough to be four chapters. Sorry this story is so short, but I hope that you like it! Sorry it took me so long to update, but I had computer trouble! So here it is.

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"Come on!" she yelled above the loudness of the storm, a sudden blast of wind hitting them both.

She grabbed his hand and took off running, leading him down the two blocks that led to her home.

Fumbling with her keys, she finally managed to open the door, hurrying inside. She closed the door behind Havoc and let out a sigh. It was a sigh born from as much as relief to be out of the rain as from something.

Frustration. Disappointment. The sigh was also from the frustration and disappointment of what the rain had interrupted.

Her hand rose to her lips as a blush colored her cheeks. Havoc's back was turned so she was relieved that he didn't see it.

She shivered slightly.

"Umm…" she began awkwardly. "I doubt that either of us want to catch a cold, so why don't you start a fire while I go get something for us to dry off?"

She rushed up the stairs without waiting for his reply. He sighed as he walked up the stairs, too. He quickly located the living room and it didn't take him long to start a fire in the fireplace.

"Good. You got a fire started," she said as she strolled into the room in dry clothes, a towel and blanket in her arms.

"What's the towel for?" he asked as she handed it to him.

"To dry off with, of course."

"Well, what's the blanket for?" he asked as she handed him that, too.

"I don't have any clothes for you to wear while our clothes dry and I doubt that you want to sit around in nothing at all."

Embarrassed color shot up in his face as he blushed profusely. He ran away in the direction she'd come from, apparently finding the bathroom on his own since she heard the door slam behind him.

She couldn't help the laughter that escaped her as she waited for his return.

When he did return, she had a cup of coffee in her hand and one on the table for him. Hesitantly, he sat down on the couch next to her.

"Thanks," he said as he lifted the cup to his lips.

"No problem. I'll go get your clothes…"

She hurried away and he watched her turn the corner.

He sighed. Why did he get the feeling that she was anxious to get away from him? He couldn't help himself. After countless rejections, it was shocking to hear her say she liked him.

The look in her eyes when she said it…It looked as if she sincerely liked him. And there was something else there, too. Some greater truth, a greater feeling…

He'd stopped her to ask her if he'd heard her right, if she really did like him. The moment she looked into his eyes, though, all he could think of was kissing her.

She made him feel different in a strange way. She made him feel excited, anxious, yet a little frightened.

Real men shouldn't know fear, or so they say, but even the toughest man might fear the chance of losing the right woman.

She'd mentioned how coincidental it was that they kept bumping into each other. Sure, it was a coincidence most of the time. Truthfully, though, he had helped it along a couple of time, following her and then acting like he just happened to be there.

He wasn't a stalker, no, he was a man on a mission. He had to admit, though, that fate just seemed to keep pushing them toward each other.

He didn't want to scare her away with something so sudden, but she didn't look afraid. Eyes drifting closed, lips slightly parted, cheeks dusted with pink, she'd looked like she wanted to kiss him. She'd looked like she wanted it, too.

That knowledge steeled his resolve, goaded him on, pushed him forward. But just as he was going in for the kill, the rain interrupted! He glared through the window at the pouring rain.

Beca returned with his clothes and stretched them out across the chair in front of the fireplace.

It was hot in the room. Whether it was hot from the fact that it was summer and the fireplace was going or from the fact that the were sitting right next to each other, they didn't know.

Her skin looked slightly damp. He couldn't be sure whether or not it was from still being wet from the rain or from the heat of the room.

Beca turned away from the window and sat down next to him. Her coffee had gotten cold during her absence. After tasking it, she sat it back down and pushed it away in disgust.

"Here," she said as she stood back up and held her hand out for his empty cup.

He gave it to her and watched her leave.

'What's wrong with me?' she wondered as she rinsed out the cups and put them in her cupboard. She just couldn't stay put while she was in the same room as Havoc!

Being near him was entirely too nice. It was unsettling, really. Not only that, but the knowledge that he wasn't wearing anything under that blanket didn't help.

She blushed. Returning to the room, she realized that she was alone.

"Havoc?' she called. No answer.

She noticed that some of his clothes were gone.

'That fire's so hot…It's not surprising that some of his clothes are already dry.'

She rearranged the remaining clothes so that they could get dry quicker.

Havoc came back in his blue pants and his white short. Both of them were visibly relieved for his coverage. He sat down next to her and turned his head to the side, whistling slightly.

He stopped whistling after a while and they just sat there in silence. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"So…" he said, interrupting the quiet that had fallen between them. "How did you learn everything you know about medicine?"

Beca tucked a long lock or hair behind her pale ear before looking at him.

"My grandmother was the doctor of the small village where I grew up. She taught me everything I know."

She finally relaxed and she began to tell him more about herself and about the village where she grew up. She told him about things that had happened to her and how she came to be in the city.

"So you took the job, moved here, and that brings us to where you are today?"

She smiled slightly.

"Yes. Now then, Mr. Havoc. You know plenty about me, but I sure don't know much about you. We're practically strangers."

He laughed.

"Well, Ms. Hicks. Forgive me for saying so, but you're the one who let somebody who's practically a stranger into your house."

She laughed, too.

But he didn't mind telling her about himself. In fact, he liked it. He felt like, when they were done, that they knew each other better. And maybe that brought them closer together and close was definitely something that he wanted to be.

He was from the country, too, so he could relate to her on that level.

"I'm tired," he said as he stood up and stretched. They had been talking for hours now, after all, and it had gotten late.

"Yeah, you can sleep in my guest bedroom," she said as she watched him. "It's down that hall and the second door to the right."

"Thanks," he said as he headed in that direction.

And that was when the lights went out.

"Crap!" Beca said as she stood up. "Hey Havoc. Stay where you are and I'll get you a candle or something."

"That's okay," Havoc said from where he was. "I reached the room already. I'm alright."

Beca shrugged and let the fireplace provide her with the light she needed to make it to the kitchen and to the drawer where she kept her flashlight.

She sighed as she turned it on and went to put out the fire. Havoc's clothes were dry and so were hers, but she decided to leave them there for now.

She hurried to her room, but turned off the flashlight right before she got there. She was quiet as she went in and took off her shirt so that she'd only be wearing her undershirt.

She was already wearing a pair of shorts so she just climbed into bed and got ready to go to sleep. She had to get to work early anyway.

She laid on her back and was lost in thought for a minute or two before she thought about Havoc.

'I should probably go check on him before I go to sleep,' she thought faintly. 'Huh?'

She felt something in her bed. Shining the light on it, she was shocked. "Havoc! Why are you in my bed! Wah! Where's your shirt!"

"Damn, I'm sorry!" he said as he sat up quickly. "I went in the wrong room when the lights went out!"

"J…just put your shirt on quick! Put your shirt on! Yes your six pack is fine, but not when I'm laying next to you in my bed with hardly any clothes on! "Oh my gosh!" she said as she watched him. "Put some pants on!""

"Huh?" Havoc said as he jumped up and grabbed his shirt.

'No!' Beca thought frantically as she tried to fight back a blush. 'I told him I thought is six pack was f..f..fine!'

First Havoc had been shocked and then he was slightly embarrassed, and then…then he was highly amused. In fact, he began to laugh.

Beca threw a pillow at him.

"I'm sorry that I got the wrong room," he said as he found his pants and began to put them on. She knew she should look away, but she just couldn't do it.

She knew that she was staring at him, but she couldn't help it. She stared at his eyes. She thought they were beautiful, almost like sapphires. She sighed.

He looked at her and she finally found the ability to look away.

After a few more apologies and a couple of "goodnights", Havoc left the room and hopefully found the right one.

Beca watched him go and turned off her flashlight before turning over onto her side. After that little encounter, she doubted that she would be getting much sleep that night.

It was strange getting up in the morning and both of them getting ready for work…in her house! But…it was kind of nice. And then they even walked to work together.

"Thanks again for putting up with me," Havoc said as he held the door open for her. "It's okay. Besides, you probably would've done the same thing for me. Well, see ya," she said before they went their separate ways.

He watched her walk away. He watched her until she disappeared from his view.

Havoc rubbed the back of his neck and yawned as he entered the room.

Mustang looked up from the papers that he was pretending to read and raised an eyebrow.

"Late night Havoc?" he asked.

"Yep. Really late," he quickly replied.

Havoc yawned loudly and could barely keep his eyes open. What was Mustang's problem? He'd worked Havoc day and night for two weeks! Havoc had barely gotten any sleep. More importantly, he hadn't been able to see Beca at all.

Everybody was busy, not just him. He was sure that Lieutenant Hawkeye had gotten much less sleep than he had. But she didn't show any signs of weakness. Maybe that was one of the reasons Mustang trusted her so much. She was so strong.

Paperwork, paperwork…and hey, more paperwork! For some reason they had a lot of paperwork!

Why couldn't life be simpler? Like how it was when he was a kid or a teenager?

"Teenager, huh?" Havoc said as he lit a cigarette. "Those were the days."

He sat down under a tree. Maybe if he stayed hidden from Mustang's view, he could catch a little nap.

"Not quite as young as you used to be, huh Havoc?" he heard a familiar voice say from behind him.

"B..Beca," Havoc said as she sat down next to him.

"Hi," she said cheerfully. "Do you mind?"

"Uh…no," Havoc said nervously.

Why was he so unnerved right now? He'd been wanting to see her all this time and now that she was there…

"You look tired," Beca said as she leaned her head against the trunk of the tree.

"I am. Colonel Mustang's worked me like a slave for two weeks."

She laughed.

"Well, since I am a doctor, you should take my advice and get some sleep."

"That was what I was trying to do before you showed up."

"Oh? So now I'm in the way? Fine then, I'll just leave."

"No!" Havoc said as he grabbed her arm. "You're not in the way."

She shrugged and sat back down.

"Did you say "doctor"?" Havoc asked.

She smiled happily. "Yep. As of today I am a full-fledged doctor. Dr. Hoff and I are now partners, co-workers!"

"Congratulations," he said.

"They look pretty chummy," Falman said as he looked out of the window.

"I knew he had a thing for the doctor's assistant," Fuery said.

"Actually, she's a full doctor now," Hawkeye said from where she sat, reading a file of papers. "And you shouldn't be spying. "

Of course they didn't listen to her.

"Normally I like to stay out of other people's business, but…" Mustang began. "I did see them walk to work together a couple of weeks ago."

"Forgive me for saying sir, but if you liked to stay out of other people's business so much then you would not have said that just now," Hawkeye said as she glanced up at him.

"Shoot," Beca said as she looked down at her wrist. "My watch is broken again…I can't buy a new one. I have to go. My break's over just that quick."

"I'll see you later then," Havoc told her. "And this time it'll be sooner than two weeks."

He watched her go and glanced up at the window. He was sure that he'd seen quite a few faces looking down at him before they hid themselves away from the glass.

Beca had been late for her job at the restaurant, two hours late. As punishment, they told her that she had to stay there late and clean the restaurant and lock up.

She was sweeping the floor when she heard the sound of the door opening.

"I'm sorry, we're closed," she said. As she looked up, she saw Havoc standing there. "Oh, Havoc. What brings you here?"

"I thought I told you a while back that you could call me Jean. I went to your house but you weren't there so I figured that you were here. I thought that even though you worked ina restaurant, you might not have eaten."

He held up a basket with food in it.

"Wow. You can cook? I'm impressed."

Havoc sat down in a nearby chair and watched her.

"You really work hard, don't you?" he asked.

"A little too hard sometimes. Hey, wait there and let me finish up and then we can leave."

He shrugged and watched her go.

Beca sighed as she reached the back of the restaurant. Somebody had left the big freezer open.

She walked inside and checked the contents.

"Everything's okay," she said with a relieved sigh.

And then she heard the sound of the door closing behind her. And that door couldn't be opened from the inside.

"Damn!" she said as she tried to get the door open. "Now how am I going to get out of here?"

They kept it so cold in that freezer that a few minutes would be enough to pretty much freeze her!

But wait, Havoc was out there, right? Maybe if she yelled loud enough he'd hear her.

"Jean!" she yelled. He didn't come. "Jean! Jean! Help me!"

Havoc sat there quietly, but he heard noises. Over a few minutes, the noises kept growing louder.

"Jean!"

"Huh?" Havoc said as he looked in the direction Beca had disappeared in. "I thought I just heard my name."

"Jean!"

No, correct that, he thought he heard his name and loud banging.

He got up and hurried into the back of the restaurant.

"Hello?" Havoc said as he walked around.

"Jean!" he heard Beca call him.

"Beca?"

"Hey, I'm in the freezer! Help me! It can't be opened from the inside."

He found the door quickly and opened it up.

Beca fell over and he caught her. Havoc held her there in his arms. She had fainted.

"You fool," he said as he put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. "I swear you're nothing but trouble."

He took off his shirt and put it around her to warm her up. He wasn't wearing an undershirt so he was pretty much half naked.

He looked down at her. She was beautiful, inside and out. He'd never met another woman like her and he doubted that he ever would.

Beca began to wake up, to open her eyes. She snatched the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Look, I don't care how cool you look with a cigarette in your mouth. No smoking," she said.

"I can't help it. You get into danger so much that it stresses me out."

"Nothing but trouble, huh?" she said before he couldn't stop himself from kissing her.

"Yep," he said after the long kiss ended. "But I think I like the fact that you're nothing but trouble."

And then he kissed her again. And Beca? She definitely kissed him back!

The End.

Thank you for reading!