Lonely
Here's the fic I wrote for fma_fic_contest Cold challenge I didn't win, but I'm also not very proud of it in its current state. I barely made the deadline for this one (literally, the time stamp gives me about 2 minutes before missing the deadline) but considering the situation, I'm proud of it. Let me rephrase- I'm proud of where it's going to go once I rework it. Something I'm in the process of right now.
Without further ado here's Lonely:
Titile: Lonely
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Paring: Rebecca/Havoc, Riza/Mustang, a little bit of Breda
Word count: 629
Summary: Rebecca feels the cold bite of losing your best friend to marriage. Until she's able to distract herself at the ceremony that is.
Author's note: I'm currently working on editing this substantially and adding a bit more detail/plot to it
It’s hard to watch your best friend fall in love. Where there used to be ‘her and me’, there is now a ‘them’, and you’re not a part of it. Rebecca had known for years this day would come. Before Riza did, before Roy did, before most of his subordinates even knew. Judging by the knowing smile on Gracia Hughes’s face, though, Rebecca had a feeling Maes knew today hadn’t been far off. She supposed it was a best friend thing. Even if it wasn’t, Rebecca had known, the second Riza introduced her to Roy that he would be the one.
Rebecca hated watching the two of them together. She felt the cold of loneliness creeping in on her at the seams whenever the two of them were together, even before the promised day, Rebecca had seen it.
Though Rebecca had to admit, Major General Mustang did look dashing when he did his hair slicked back like that. He had the look of an heir, and Rebecca liked the look of heirs. Speaking of heirs…
Her eyes drifted across those in attendance, at least all of those she could see without swiveling fully around in her seat. There he was, front row. His wheelchair replacing one of the white lawn chairs the rest of the guests were sitting in. He started treatments next week, that much Rebecca had been able to discover at Riza’s bachelorette party without raising too many eyebrows. But she suspected Riza knew something, best friend sixth sense and all.
She was staring at him when he turned and looked at her, she gave a seducing smirk and a little wink. He looked even more confused, “Rebecca,” she heard Riza’s voice and snapped back into attention. Every one in attendance was staring at her expectantly, not just Havoc. Riza had her hand out, waiting for Rebecca to hand her something.
“Right! The ring!” Rebecca leapt up and handed Riza the gold band tucked into her pocket. Mustang looked perturbed, but Riza let out a snort of laughter at her friend’s performance. Rebecca laughed too, sharing the moment with her friend, even as her friend shared this day with her husband. For a moment the cold ebbed away, and she knew Roy would never have these kinds of moments with Riza. But that didn’t mean Rebecca was so used to the idea of her best friend being married.
Maybe if she found herself a man. Someone handsome. Someone rich. Someone who could take her away from the loneliness loosing a friend to marriage could bring. Rebecca’s eyes traveled again, this time not hesitating as they found their target. Jean Havoc could be that man.
He was daring, and he was handsome. Plus, one’s family couldn’t own a successful sundries shop for generations and not have some kind of money. But the linchpin in this plan for Rebecca were his arms. You didn’t wheel yourself around all day and not develop arms that could make a glacier melt when you held it.
She already knew he was charming as well, and found herself miscounting multiple tear gas bombs before the promised day just to have the excuse to flirt with him over the phone before magically finding the missing gun she’d ordered. At least an hour later.
Rebecca was still staring at him when he turned to face her again, a dashing smirk on his face. Rebecca winked again, this time much more blatantly. Neither saw the special couple in front of the ceremony share a look and role their eyes at their friends.
Next to Havoc, Breda looked both happy and a little sad, as he looked between the two attractive lieutenants who were sharing looks, a little too sultry for the occasion, across the middle aisle.
Without further ado here's Lonely:
Titile: Lonely
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Paring: Rebecca/Havoc, Riza/Mustang, a little bit of Breda
Word count: 629
Summary: Rebecca feels the cold bite of losing your best friend to marriage. Until she's able to distract herself at the ceremony that is.
Author's note: I'm currently working on editing this substantially and adding a bit more detail/plot to it
It’s hard to watch your best friend fall in love. Where there used to be ‘her and me’, there is now a ‘them’, and you’re not a part of it. Rebecca had known for years this day would come. Before Riza did, before Roy did, before most of his subordinates even knew. Judging by the knowing smile on Gracia Hughes’s face, though, Rebecca had a feeling Maes knew today hadn’t been far off. She supposed it was a best friend thing. Even if it wasn’t, Rebecca had known, the second Riza introduced her to Roy that he would be the one.
Rebecca hated watching the two of them together. She felt the cold of loneliness creeping in on her at the seams whenever the two of them were together, even before the promised day, Rebecca had seen it.
Though Rebecca had to admit, Major General Mustang did look dashing when he did his hair slicked back like that. He had the look of an heir, and Rebecca liked the look of heirs. Speaking of heirs…
Her eyes drifted across those in attendance, at least all of those she could see without swiveling fully around in her seat. There he was, front row. His wheelchair replacing one of the white lawn chairs the rest of the guests were sitting in. He started treatments next week, that much Rebecca had been able to discover at Riza’s bachelorette party without raising too many eyebrows. But she suspected Riza knew something, best friend sixth sense and all.
She was staring at him when he turned and looked at her, she gave a seducing smirk and a little wink. He looked even more confused, “Rebecca,” she heard Riza’s voice and snapped back into attention. Every one in attendance was staring at her expectantly, not just Havoc. Riza had her hand out, waiting for Rebecca to hand her something.
“Right! The ring!” Rebecca leapt up and handed Riza the gold band tucked into her pocket. Mustang looked perturbed, but Riza let out a snort of laughter at her friend’s performance. Rebecca laughed too, sharing the moment with her friend, even as her friend shared this day with her husband. For a moment the cold ebbed away, and she knew Roy would never have these kinds of moments with Riza. But that didn’t mean Rebecca was so used to the idea of her best friend being married.
Maybe if she found herself a man. Someone handsome. Someone rich. Someone who could take her away from the loneliness loosing a friend to marriage could bring. Rebecca’s eyes traveled again, this time not hesitating as they found their target. Jean Havoc could be that man.
He was daring, and he was handsome. Plus, one’s family couldn’t own a successful sundries shop for generations and not have some kind of money. But the linchpin in this plan for Rebecca were his arms. You didn’t wheel yourself around all day and not develop arms that could make a glacier melt when you held it.
She already knew he was charming as well, and found herself miscounting multiple tear gas bombs before the promised day just to have the excuse to flirt with him over the phone before magically finding the missing gun she’d ordered. At least an hour later.
Rebecca was still staring at him when he turned to face her again, a dashing smirk on his face. Rebecca winked again, this time much more blatantly. Neither saw the special couple in front of the ceremony share a look and role their eyes at their friends.
Next to Havoc, Breda looked both happy and a little sad, as he looked between the two attractive lieutenants who were sharing looks, a little too sultry for the occasion, across the middle aisle.