Nothing But Trouble

The Doctor and the Soldier

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This was originally supposed to be a one shot, but it ended up being much too long for that. So I hope that you like it. Please read the story and I'd really love it if you'd review! I'll give you cookies if you read it. Well, actually I won't, but you will have my undying gratitude at least!

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She came to this city a year ago on a warm summer day. The move to Central was an easy transition considering she'd never liked small town life. She'd had to endure that for far too long.

When she first moved to Central, she'd become the assistant of the best doctor in the city. It wasn't too long before this doctor was offered a job by the military and he asked her to come, too.

She gladly accepted since there was a significant pay raise, but she got more than she bargained for. As she walked up the steps of headquarters, she flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and glanced down at the patient files she was carrying.

It was at that moment that she tripped on the step and began to fall back. Her eyes squeezed shut and she was sure that she would fall. That was when she felt strong arms wrap around her, securing her, saving her from the fall.

Hesitantly, she opened her dark eyes only to lock them with a pair of friendly blue ones, eyes she quickly lost herself in. Her heart was hammering wildly in her chest and she was sure that he could hear it in the silent hallway.

She heard footsteps getting closer. He must have noticed them, too, since he blinked a couple of times as if previously in a trance, and then steadied her on the stair before releasing her from his grasp. She was sure that she was blushing, much against her will.

"You okay?" he asked as the footsteps passed by them and faded.

"Yeah," she said. "Thanks for helping me."

She was embarrassed. How could she be so clumsy!

"No problem. It's not often that a pretty girl ends up falling into my arms," he said.

Pretty? Did he just call her pretty?!

She didn't get a chance to answer as he lifted a finger toward the files in her arms.

"Doctor?"

"Close. I'm the doctor's assistant."

"A nurse?"

"No, I do less than the doctor, but more than a nurse."

He smiled at her. She smiled back.

"No wonder I haven't met you before. I haven't gotten injured since the new doctor came he…"

He was interrupted by a huge book falling from above…right on top of his head.

She had learned his name that day as she took care of his injury in the hospital ward. He was Jean Havoc, a dog of the military, and she was Rebeca Hicks, assistant physician for the dogs.

Rebeca put the ice bag on his head before handing him a couple of pills.

"I bet you see plenty of soldiers here," Havoc said as she handed him a glass of water.

"I do, but you're the first one today," she said as she wrote something down on her clipboard.

Havoc's eyes roamed across the room. He wasn't sure what to say next since he didn't usually get to talk to beautiful women. Every time he met an attractive lady, she either rejected him, went on a date with him out of pity, or shot him down cold after seeing Roy Mustang walk into the room.

Just what did Mustang have that he didn't?! Good looks? No, he had those. Status? He wasn't so lacking of that. Cigarette free? No. He'd always heard that chicks liked men who smoked, that it made them look mysterious. Did he lack that mystery factor that smoking involved?

So far so good with this one. She seemed interested in him and Mustang wasn't there…yet.

"That should do it for you," she said as he stood up. "Watch out for falling books!"

"Thanks, I will," he told her.

'Do it girl,' she thought. 'Just ask him.'

'Come on Jean, this one might work out,' he thought.

"Could you tell me your name?" they asked at the same time.

He smiled, made her heart skip a beat.

"I'm Rebeca Hicks," she told him.

"That's a beautiful name. I'm Havoc, Jean Havoc."

And that's where things began.

Rebeca stopped at a table and pulled out her notepad, pulling out her pencil.

"Are you ready to order yet?" she asked.

"Only if you're on the menu," the man at the table said.

Rebeca rolled her eyes.

"Sorry sir, but I'm fresh out. Anything else?"

"Yeah, your phone number."

"Forget about it."

"Your address?" he asked.

"No," she said flatly.

"One little date?"

"I feel sorry for you being so pathetic, but I don't pity you hat much."

She turned to leave, but he caught her by the arm.

"I didn't say you could leave," he told her in a warning tone.

"Let go," she said, trying to free herself.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Let me go," she said a little louder.

That was when she saw him. He stepped in front of her like a strong shield that no weapon could penetrate.

"I think this lady told you to let her go," Havoc said, glaring at the guy.

"And what if I don't?" he asked smugly.

"This," Havoc said as he punched the man, knocking him out.

"I could've handled it," she said as they sat at a table together. "But thanks for helping me."

"What do you mean 'I could've handled it'? He wasn't letting you go any time soon."

She laughed.

"Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I don't know how to throw a decent punch."

"I didn't mean it like that!" he insisted nervously.

She laughed again.

"No offense taken," she said as she cupped her cheeks with her hands.

He leaned back in the chair.

"So why didn't you punch him?" he asked. "And why do you work here?"

She smiled.

"I work here because I need the money."

"But you have such a good job already," he said, leaning forward.

She shook her head.

"The money isn't for me. It's for paying my father's debts."

"I see…"

"I didn't defend myself because I don't want to get fired, but maybe I can afford to quit this job soon…"

She trailed off and he just watched her for a minute.

"What do you do with the money you make at Headquarters?"

"You sure do seem interested about my life since you're questioning me like a detective," she said with a smirk.

"Well," he began.

Havoc was interrupted by a woman in an apron.

"Beca! Get back to work. We don't pay you to bring dates here!"

Both Beca and Havoc turned bright red.

"No!" they began. "It's not like…It's just…We're not…!"

Beca stood up abruptly and held out her hand.

Havoc took her hand and shook it.

"It was a pleasure seeing you again Mr. Havoc. Please do not forget to recommend our fine restaurant to your friends."

With that said, she turned around and disappeared behind the kitchen door.

The lady in the apron, seemingly satisfied with Beca's performance of formality, also left.

Havoc rubbed the back of his sore neck as he walked down the street. He'd learned that it wasn't a good idea to get on Black Hayate's nerves.

"That dog's been with Lieutenant Hawkeye for too long!" he mumbled.

'Maybe I could go back to Headquarters. This would be a good excuse to go to the hospital ward…' he thought.

Just then he caught a glimpse of a familiar head of black hair going around a corner.

Havoc hurried down the street and rounded the corner, finding himself in a dark alley. He saw the young woman raise her leg with lightning speed and kick a man in his chin, making his head bang against the stone wall, knocking him out cold.

'No, it couldn't be her…' Havoc thought.

The young woman was in a black trench coat, a black hat, and black shades.

She looked pretty suspicious. Was she mugging the guy? She was turning around. Havoc didn't want her to see him. He had to think fast!

Jean quickly ran into the nearest shop, peeking out of the woman.

She looked around her nervously. Satisfied that she didn't see anybody, she began her walk down the street.

Havoc pulled a hat off of a passing man's head, pulling it down over his face.

This way if she saw him she wouldn't recognize him. Havoc kept a safe distance. He was far enough to not look suspicious, but close enough to follow her.

The woman looked behind her once, then took another look. Havoc pulled the hat down more, turning his head to the side and whistling.

She turned back around and Havoc let out a sigh of relief. The woman suddenly went around a corner and Havoc sped up, not wanting to lose sight of her. He turned the corner only to come face to face with her.

He ended up falling back onto the ground.

"Havoc? What are you doing following me?"

"Havoc? Who's Havoc? I don't know any Havoc," he insisted quickly.

She pulled the hat off of his head with a smirk. He frowned as he stood up and dusted himself off.

"I should be the one asking questions Ms. Hick," he stated, pulling off her shades.

She snatched the shades out of his hands and put them back on.

"Was I that obvious?" she asked with a sigh.

"Yep," he said with a slightly amused look.

"Good," she said.

Havoc coughed, surprised.

"Good? Good?!" he echoed.

He looked at Beca in confusion, waiting for her explanation.

"If they see me, they'll run. If they run, I'll get the thrill of the chase!"

She smiled devilishly, a certain light entering her eyes.

"So…" Havoc said awkwardly.

"You're probably wondering what I'm doing…"

Havoc raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Well, I was curious about you beating guys up in alleys."

She laughed.

"Come on. Follow me," she said, leading him down the street.

Havoc followed her, not sure where she was leading him.

She stopped in front of a small building with a sign that said: The Sango Detective Agency.

"San…go?" Havoc asked.

"That's right. I'm Sango and this is my detective agency."

Havoc sat at the kitchen table as Beca poured him a cup of coffee. She sat the cream and sugar in front of him before she disappeared behind a door.

She came back without her detective attire. He watched as she drug a hair brush through her long black hair and pulled it back into a ponytail.

She left again and came back in a short sleeved shirt and a pair of shorts.

Beca sat down across from him with a glass of juice.

"What is it?" she asked.

"What?" Havoc asked vaguely.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Havoc had been staring at her with his mouth wide open and a strange dazed like on his face. Noticing this, he clamped his mouth shut and turned his head to the side to hide his blush.

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Disclaimer for all chapters: Lets keep this short and simple. I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. If did, then Ed and Winry would be together forever.