Staggered
Title: Staggered
Pairing: Greed/Havoc
Rating: General
Notes: Just let me inform you all that this is Hallidae’s fault. I was DONE with this universe, the first bit of which is here: Staring Contest
The second time they ran across each other was far more spectacular than the first. That might have had something to do with the fact that there was something of an explosion that just went off in front of him. Things like that simply weren’t conductive to adequately portraying much more than a good dose of shock for a few moments.
He wasn’t sure exactly what shocked him most. Was it the fact that he’d seen that sort of explosion many years before, the proximity, or the fact that he knew the smirk of the person who caused it? Or, on a completely different tact, it might have been that his timing had been bad enough that his uniform was now bloodied and he was left staring at his soaked cigarette.
He didn’t really get time to decide before familiar hands entered his line of vision, lifting the cigarette from his hands, tossing it towards the trash as his blue gaze followed the sweep of the tattoo on the back of the man’s hand.
“C’mon.”
The word snapped Havoc out of his daze and he lifted a hand, pausing before putting it to his face to wipe at what he could feel had landed on him, shuddering just a little as he saw the blood already on his fingers. “What the hell just happened?”
“Someone just did something they really shouldn’t have and ended up going on to a better place. C’mon now, before that dries.” A light tug accompanied the words and that finally got the military man to finally realize something horribly important. He’d just watched someone get killed right in front of him.
“No, I have blood on me. So what the hell just happened?” He tugged his sleeve away, frowning a little at the idea of someone brushing off the death just like that, especially the odd man he’d met last time he’d been here.
The agitated words really didn’t get the reaction he’d been hoping for. The man, Greed he’d said last time, just shook his head with a slow, amused smile. “I’ll tell you once we get you cleaned up. You don't want to have to explain those bloodstains to the other officers, do you?”
Growing uneasy with the way that the events were suddenly unfolding from a simple trip to the bar, he took a couple steps back towards the door. “No, actually, I think I’d rather just go now.”
The darker man pushed his glasses up his nose with a soft laugh. “I’m sorry to say that won’t really work just now.” Moving forward quickly, he looped his arm through the blond’s, tugging him firmly through the room as though the taller figure wasn’t digging his heels in. “See, while I know everyone else here won’t say anything, I can’t count on you not to, being military and all. You just had bad timing, no big deal, so let’s get you cleaned up hmm?”
“No, I’d really rather just head back-” He stopped himself from continuing as they came to a stop near a door that was nowhere near the entrance. A chill ran down his spine. “You’re not going to let me leave here are you?”
“Not yet.” Quirking his lips, Greed pulled the man through the door and shut it behind them, the sound ringing too loudly to the sniper’s ears. “Havoc you said it was, right? You can leave. Just… not until I know you’ll hold your peace.”
He wasn’t at all reassured.
Pairing: Greed/Havoc
Rating: General
Notes: Just let me inform you all that this is Hallidae’s fault. I was DONE with this universe, the first bit of which is here: Staring Contest
The second time they ran across each other was far more spectacular than the first. That might have had something to do with the fact that there was something of an explosion that just went off in front of him. Things like that simply weren’t conductive to adequately portraying much more than a good dose of shock for a few moments.
He wasn’t sure exactly what shocked him most. Was it the fact that he’d seen that sort of explosion many years before, the proximity, or the fact that he knew the smirk of the person who caused it? Or, on a completely different tact, it might have been that his timing had been bad enough that his uniform was now bloodied and he was left staring at his soaked cigarette.
He didn’t really get time to decide before familiar hands entered his line of vision, lifting the cigarette from his hands, tossing it towards the trash as his blue gaze followed the sweep of the tattoo on the back of the man’s hand.
“C’mon.”
The word snapped Havoc out of his daze and he lifted a hand, pausing before putting it to his face to wipe at what he could feel had landed on him, shuddering just a little as he saw the blood already on his fingers. “What the hell just happened?”
“Someone just did something they really shouldn’t have and ended up going on to a better place. C’mon now, before that dries.” A light tug accompanied the words and that finally got the military man to finally realize something horribly important. He’d just watched someone get killed right in front of him.
“No, I have blood on me. So what the hell just happened?” He tugged his sleeve away, frowning a little at the idea of someone brushing off the death just like that, especially the odd man he’d met last time he’d been here.
The agitated words really didn’t get the reaction he’d been hoping for. The man, Greed he’d said last time, just shook his head with a slow, amused smile. “I’ll tell you once we get you cleaned up. You don't want to have to explain those bloodstains to the other officers, do you?”
Growing uneasy with the way that the events were suddenly unfolding from a simple trip to the bar, he took a couple steps back towards the door. “No, actually, I think I’d rather just go now.”
The darker man pushed his glasses up his nose with a soft laugh. “I’m sorry to say that won’t really work just now.” Moving forward quickly, he looped his arm through the blond’s, tugging him firmly through the room as though the taller figure wasn’t digging his heels in. “See, while I know everyone else here won’t say anything, I can’t count on you not to, being military and all. You just had bad timing, no big deal, so let’s get you cleaned up hmm?”
“No, I’d really rather just head back-” He stopped himself from continuing as they came to a stop near a door that was nowhere near the entrance. A chill ran down his spine. “You’re not going to let me leave here are you?”
“Not yet.” Quirking his lips, Greed pulled the man through the door and shut it behind them, the sound ringing too loudly to the sniper’s ears. “Havoc you said it was, right? You can leave. Just… not until I know you’ll hold your peace.”
He wasn’t at all reassured.