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Just Another Confusing Conversation

Ed ran for all she was worth through the bustling hallways. She had no idea what had just happened but the speed and adrenaline felt good to her horrified self. She dodged into a stairwell and quickly pumped up the many stairs until she reached the roof of Central Headquarters. There the air was wild and free, letting her feel as if she could be the same. Her jacket flapped in the wind like a flag and Ed spread her arms out wide.

“How theatrical of ya Boss,” Havoc commented from near the edge. She had one of her ever present cigarettes in her mouth and smirked around it in the bright noon sunlight. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that coat of yours would act as a kite and drag you away. I don’t think automail would make for good kite framework though.”

She chuckled and put her hands casually in her military pant pockets. Unlike the colonel who was always so polished and refined, Havoc had a careless way about her that Ed found she liked more. Havoc was simply comfortable in her own skin and therefore everywhere was like home. Ed thought about how she could only feel comfortable in specific places. Ed envied Havoc and it must have been written all over her face for Havoc commented.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?” She rubbed it thoughtfully before flicking her long blonde spiky pony over her shoulder.

Ed blushed and frantically explained, “No I was just thinking that you are so different from the colonel.”

Havoc smiled and sat down on the roof floor, pulling one knee up to her chest to rest her head on it. She gestured in front of her, signalling Ed to sit. “Alright, you got me curious. Why would you go and do a thing like that? We are different people.”

Ed sat down with no grace what so ever and nearly fell on her face. Her leather pants were really not cooperating. They didn’t like simple requests like bending and moving. Silly girl, Ed should know better than to expect pants to be mobile.

Finally getting comfortable, Ed put both her hands behind her and looked up at the sky. “Just earlier today I was in the colonel’s office and... is she always so poised and formal?”

That had not been what Ed had wanted to ask but bringing up the awkward comments the colonel had said made Ed feel all squirmy and uncomfortable.

Havoc leaned against the wall between them and the ground and puffed an o. “Well, I guess she has. She comes from a very well to do family back in her country. They are more formal than us. Does that answer your question Squirt?”

Ed squawked in indignation when Havoc’s rough hand ruffled her hair just as rough, causing it to become loose from its braid. Havoc only smiled and got to her feet. Ed cursed and undid her hair. It was getting fairly long and that just meant more to deal with. Ed offhanded commented, “I should just cut it,” as she finger combed it with her flesh hand.

Havoc didn’t say anything so Ed looked up to see what had her attention. It shocked Ed to find it was indeed her. Why was Havoc looking at her like that... it was like she had never seen Ed before.

“Havoc?” Ed asked curiously.

Havoc finally blinked and put her cigarette out on the ledge. Looking out over the parade square, she said softly, “Don’t. It’s pretty long.”

It took a moment for Ed to realize she was talking about her hair. Blushing Ed thanked her. “Thank you Havoc.”

“Jeana. Like Gina only spelt different.”

Havoc threw on her coat quickly and headed for the stairwell.

“What?” Ed called after her, not understanding.

The older blonde turned around and shrugged. “It’s my name. I’d like you to use it when we’re alone.”

Ed couldn’t put her finger on it as she watched ‘Jeana’ descend down the stairs, but something told her they would be alone much more often now. Ed pulled her hair into a shoulder pony with a tired sigh. What was she getting herself into.

A/N: Ahahahaha I'm making weird triangles. I love Ed and Jean as you learned from Epsilon but that doesn't mean the colonel has lost out on her new blonde opportunities. Bed time! Good night!

-rix the demon