Well...I'm taking time off from my other fic...just because. I was in the mood to write a HavocXFury fic...
Disclaimer: Don't own them..really wish I did...
Warnings: It's a yaoi story folks...
If Cain Fury sighed any louder, he would have gotten in trouble. He couldn't help it…it was just another one of those days. Yes, it was just like every other day when Jean Havoc was in the office…which was actually every day…
For a whole year…Cain had tried his best to make Jean notice him in some way, shape, or form…and failed miserably. He didn't want to admit it…but not only were his attempts a little pitiful, but Jean was…sort of too oblivious. Whenever Jean looked in Cain's direction, Cain would wave with a smile, and Jean would give a small wave back. That was enough to make Cain happy…for around thirty seconds. That's because he'd realize the reason that Jean looked in his direction. No…he wasn't looking at him, but rather the door that was no too far behind him: the door to Colonel Mustang's office. Everybody knew about Jean Havoc's love for Mustang…except for Mustang himself. It was as obvious as the blue sky, with the way Jean zipped through half of his paperwork before lunch, and usually skipped lunch, just to finish it and have an excuse to go into his office. Jean practically launched out of his seat if Mustang left his office, so he could walk by his side. Yes…Jean's feelings were so obvious…but so was Mustang's relationship with Edward.
Nobody was too sure when it happened, but it did. Every person in the office remembered what it was like for him or her to find out. Cain insisted that nobody tell Jean…he didn't want Jean to be hurt. They agreed not to talk about the subject when Jean was in the office, for the sake of both Cain and Jean's sanity.
'Too bad it didn't last long…' Cain thought. He remembered the day that Jean found out…pretty sure that everybody else remembers too.
:Flashback:
It was just like every afternoon had gone, Jean was done with his paperwork well before anybody was, and he was determined to get it over with. He had it set in his mind: he was going to tell Mustang how he felt that day. So, he stood from his chair, straightened his jacket and started over to the door. He was a good three feet from it when Cain suddenly stood up and ran over to him, along with Heymans and Riza. He stopped and raised a brow.
"Um…maybe you should…turn you're work in later…or…um…I can take it in when I'm done with mine…" Cain said in a bit of a rush. Jean shook his head,
"Thanks, but I'm pretty sure I can handle it…" he took another step towards the door and was once again mobbed by the three.
"Wait, Havoc…" Riza started,
"What is with you three?" Jean asked as he forced his way through. "I'm just turning in my report…jeez…" he put his hand on the handle,
"Wait!"
"Havoc."
"Don't…"
"You guys are acting pretty damn weird, why?" Jean turned his head to them, his eyebrow raised again. Then he heard it. On the other side of the door there was a sound he refused to believe was a whimper or moan. He let go of the door handle and took a good two or three steps away from it. "Fury…?" his voice was a bit shaky.
"Y-yes?"
"You said you'd…give him mine with yours later…right?"
"Yes I did…is that what you would like me to do…I have no problem doing it for you…" another hint he had dropped, but expected it to be missed this time. Jean only nodded, turned and handed him the papers and walked out of the room.
:End Flashback:
Cain still remembered the pained look Jean had on his face when it sunk in at the door, and ever since that day, Jean Havoc seemed to change a bit. He smoked twice as much…took lots of time to do his work, was much quieter, and went to lunch to only sit at the table with his head down. Cain lost count of the times he had tried to cheer him up, and failed.
And at the moment, Cain was in the office looking at Jean and trying to figure out just what would cheer him up. He got up and got him a cup of coffee; with cream and lots of sugar…just the way Jean liked it.
The smell of sugar with a little coffee caused Jean to look up from his paper. There in front of his desk stood Cain, his face a little red with a coffee cup held out to him. He reached for it, took a sip and then smiled,
"Thanks, Fury…how did you know that I was in the need for some java?" Cain smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
"You just looked like you could use a pick me up…" Jean nodded.
"Yeah…" he took a larger sip and set the cup down, "Thank you, it means a lot to me…"
"You're welcome…" Cain nodded and then rushed back over to his desk, very red. 'I did something that meant a lot to him!' a part of his mind screamed. 'I'm one step closer…this is great!'. He looked over to Jean who gave him a grin. 'Looks like I might stand a chance after all…'
As Jean was walking home, he heard a very familiar voice scream his name. He stopped walking a turned around, spotting Cain running towards him.
"What's up?" he called out, careful not to loose his newly lit cigarette. Cain seemed to speed up and he stopped running when he was a good four feet away. Deciding to walk seemed like a good idea, but he should of thought of it sooner, as he was now panting,
"Well…I…wanted to talk…to you about something…important…" he said, breathing hard.
"Yeah…like what?"
"Well…it's…."
I have decided to cliff-hang you guys. I'm going campnig today, so it will be a few days before I can update. I'll write while I am out there...so I will have something for you guys when I get back...
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