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Author: zukpager305
Title: Every dog has his day.
Recipient: genarti
Rating: PG 13 for swearing, Grumman being a perv.
Characters/Pairings: Rebecca Catalina
Summary: They say every dog has his day, but will today be Rebecca's?
Notes: Words- 1404
"You are Rebecca Catalina, Second Lieutenant of the Amestris Army. And you are damn sexy. Today is the day you find the perfect man." Rebecca looks at herself in the mirror, telling herself the same pep talk she does every day. She arranges her hair in a simple low ponytail and takes a moment to admire her assets. "Yes, today is the day."
Leaving her modest studio apartment, Rebecca glances wishfully at the civilian clothes that beckoned her. The bulky military uniform almost taunts her with its coarse fabric as she stuffs her key down its front pocket. Oh to be able to wear soft cottons or silks.... or a wedding dress.
While walking to Eastern Headquarters, she rates every male on their marriage potential. Too old, the man with the cane. Too young, the boy carrying school books. Too married, the man holding a small child's hand. Suddenly she spies a handsome, tall man in a business suit crossing the street. Rebecca quickens her pace, trying to intercept the subject only to be cut off by a passing truck when she reaches the intersection. After it passes, he is gone.
"Oh well! More where he came from," she tells herself with a smile, brushing off the incident and continuing to work. Her morning consisted of a blur of paperwork, punctuated by some awkward conversation with her marriage ineligible coworkers. And of course ignoring the perverted remarks or actions of her direct superior, Lieutenant General Grumman.
Working under Grumman wasn't all bad though. He knew how to run an office and keep the team on task. Paperwork, while annoying, wasn't the all encompassing, arduous task like it was for some other teams. Grumman encourages his officers to finish their work quickly, so they have time to practice their skills. Many of her team would head to the gym for hand to hand combat training. Rebecca always chose the shooting range.
Rebecca always felt at peace handing arms. It was something about their potential power. On its own, a bullet or a grenade is just a piece of metal. But under her guidance, they blossom into a force of pure commanding control. Today she chose her lucky rifle. This particular one's recoil hits the right frequency, sending shivers of excitement down her spine.
While heading back to the office after practice, Rebecca spotted Second Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye turning the corner towards her. But her feeling of happiness was slowly replaced with dread as she knew who was a couple of steps away. Sure enough Lieutenant Colonel Mustang appeared, with that same perpetual smug look plastered on his face.
"Lieutenant," Mustang addressed her. Riza smiled from his side.
"Colonel," Rebecca replied, trying to hide her dislike, perhaps not so successfully. While Mustang was quite handsome, his arrogance knocked him off Rebecca's potential husband list long ago. Plus there was Riza, who had this mysterious relationship with him. Rebecca could never get her to admit if it was more than platonic. Why Riza would devote herself to this playboy she would never know. So her dislike was further perpetrated by his leading Riza on.
"Lunch?" she asked Riza.
"Of course," she replied before following Mustang down the hallway.
++
Lunch usually consisted of the mess hall, which served various barely recognizable dishes. Riza would get a cup of tea, while Rebecca liked her strong coffee. Rebecca poked at her plate, pushing around her gray mashed potatoes. And to make it worse, even the men here seems too gray for her liking.
Normally she would try to engage Riza in a conversation about her relationship with Mustang but she seemed too focused on something across the room. Something caught the Hawk's Eye that was for sure.
"Magnificent," Riza whispered. Unable to restrain herself, Rebecca turned around, spotting Private Glemming across the room. Not a bad male specimen. Good musculature, healthy hair, nice smile. Oh yes, Rebecca approves of this one. Turning back to her friend, she tried to tease her about this unexpected male attention, "He would be better for you than Mustang."
Riza didn't seem to notice her remark, completely enraptured by Glemming. "Look at that casing," she said. Casing? Rebecca swirled back around, spotting the hand gun he was showing off to another Private. Her forehead hurt after she smacked it and turned back to her friend. "Really, Riza? What about the hunk holding the gun?" She looked back around at Glemming. Okay... maybe it was a nice gun. A Mauser C96, she would like to take that one out to the shooting range. And perhaps its owner out to dinner.
++
As her workday neared closing, Grumman called her into his office. When you work under a man known for his eccentric-ness, you learn to go with the flow. Even if that flow came at 5 minutes before you leave for the day.
"Becky! Come in, come it! Would you like some tea? Hohoho."
"No thank you, Sir. What can I do for you?"
"Ah, funny you would ask. I need you to go on a special mission for me. I need these items by tomorrow." Grumman pushed a piece of paper across his desk.
"Tomorrow?" Rebecca retrieved his list and instantly felt her heart drop. There had to be 30 some odd items on this list! One tire iron, 3 medium oranges, size 10 red heels?!"
Rebecca felt a hand caress her buttocks and jumped. For an old man, he sure moves fast. Shooting the Lieutenant General a dirty look, she fled before he could get more touchy feely.
++
The next morning came quickly. Too quickly. After an hour of sleep, Rebecca dragged herself from her warm and oh-so- inviting bed. Making her way to the door, she tripped over the boxes of assorted crap Grumman wanted.
Sighing, she glanced into the mirror and arranged her hair. The bags under her eyes threatened to eat her cheeks and her skin tone was colorless. She didn't feel much for a pep talk today. She struggled with juggling all the boxes and made her way outside.
But before she locked the day, she ran back inside. "You are Rebecca Catalina, Second Lieutenant of the Amestris Army. And you are damn sexy. Today is the day you find the perfect man " Hell, maybe some men like woman that don't get much sleep?
++
Rebecca's day wasn't all that stellar. First, Grumman didn't show any appreciation for all her hard work, well, except for trying to touch her breasts. Next, someone was using her favorite rifle. Then, Riza told her she looked horrible at lunch. And to top it all off, she didn't find any potential husbands!!
So it didn't come as a big surprise when Grumman once again called her into his office 5 minutes before her shift was over.
"I need you to pick up a colleague of mine from the train station at 20:00."
Sigh.
++
Train stations were normally a good place to spot potential males. But today's allotment seems to come with too much baggage. Rebecca smirked at her own pun. Too old... too skinny... too bald... too many girlfriends.
Grumman neglected to tell her what his colleague looked like. Being that she was the only female in a military uniform on the platform, Rebecca hoped this mysterious person who come to her. So she went back to husband finding. Too young... too uncoordinated... too much hair.
"EEEEPPPP!" she screamed when someone pinched her ass. Wildly she looked around, but only spotted an old lady within close enough range. The old woman giggled, "hohoho."
Balking at the old lady, she recognized the dress as the same one she purchased the night before. And the hat! And the shoes!
"General?"
"What do you think, Becky? I sure fooled you." Rebecca continued to stare at her superior officer, debating whether he had indeed gone senile and perhaps she should take him to a hospital... or an mental facility.
"Buh...buh... buh... WHY?!!" was all she could choke out.
"You never know when you may need a proper disguise, hohoho. Looks like this one is a keeper, thank you, Becky." And with that he walked away.
Rebecca stood on the platform long after he left. Finally she shook her head to clear out the cobwebs and started her journey home. They say every dog has his day. But today clearly wasn't her's.
....too old....way too old.
Title: Every dog has his day.
Recipient: genarti
Rating: PG 13 for swearing, Grumman being a perv.
Characters/Pairings: Rebecca Catalina
Summary: They say every dog has his day, but will today be Rebecca's?
Notes: Words- 1404
"You are Rebecca Catalina, Second Lieutenant of the Amestris Army. And you are damn sexy. Today is the day you find the perfect man." Rebecca looks at herself in the mirror, telling herself the same pep talk she does every day. She arranges her hair in a simple low ponytail and takes a moment to admire her assets. "Yes, today is the day."
Leaving her modest studio apartment, Rebecca glances wishfully at the civilian clothes that beckoned her. The bulky military uniform almost taunts her with its coarse fabric as she stuffs her key down its front pocket. Oh to be able to wear soft cottons or silks.... or a wedding dress.
While walking to Eastern Headquarters, she rates every male on their marriage potential. Too old, the man with the cane. Too young, the boy carrying school books. Too married, the man holding a small child's hand. Suddenly she spies a handsome, tall man in a business suit crossing the street. Rebecca quickens her pace, trying to intercept the subject only to be cut off by a passing truck when she reaches the intersection. After it passes, he is gone.
"Oh well! More where he came from," she tells herself with a smile, brushing off the incident and continuing to work. Her morning consisted of a blur of paperwork, punctuated by some awkward conversation with her marriage ineligible coworkers. And of course ignoring the perverted remarks or actions of her direct superior, Lieutenant General Grumman.
Working under Grumman wasn't all bad though. He knew how to run an office and keep the team on task. Paperwork, while annoying, wasn't the all encompassing, arduous task like it was for some other teams. Grumman encourages his officers to finish their work quickly, so they have time to practice their skills. Many of her team would head to the gym for hand to hand combat training. Rebecca always chose the shooting range.
Rebecca always felt at peace handing arms. It was something about their potential power. On its own, a bullet or a grenade is just a piece of metal. But under her guidance, they blossom into a force of pure commanding control. Today she chose her lucky rifle. This particular one's recoil hits the right frequency, sending shivers of excitement down her spine.
While heading back to the office after practice, Rebecca spotted Second Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye turning the corner towards her. But her feeling of happiness was slowly replaced with dread as she knew who was a couple of steps away. Sure enough Lieutenant Colonel Mustang appeared, with that same perpetual smug look plastered on his face.
"Lieutenant," Mustang addressed her. Riza smiled from his side.
"Colonel," Rebecca replied, trying to hide her dislike, perhaps not so successfully. While Mustang was quite handsome, his arrogance knocked him off Rebecca's potential husband list long ago. Plus there was Riza, who had this mysterious relationship with him. Rebecca could never get her to admit if it was more than platonic. Why Riza would devote herself to this playboy she would never know. So her dislike was further perpetrated by his leading Riza on.
"Lunch?" she asked Riza.
"Of course," she replied before following Mustang down the hallway.
++
Lunch usually consisted of the mess hall, which served various barely recognizable dishes. Riza would get a cup of tea, while Rebecca liked her strong coffee. Rebecca poked at her plate, pushing around her gray mashed potatoes. And to make it worse, even the men here seems too gray for her liking.
Normally she would try to engage Riza in a conversation about her relationship with Mustang but she seemed too focused on something across the room. Something caught the Hawk's Eye that was for sure.
"Magnificent," Riza whispered. Unable to restrain herself, Rebecca turned around, spotting Private Glemming across the room. Not a bad male specimen. Good musculature, healthy hair, nice smile. Oh yes, Rebecca approves of this one. Turning back to her friend, she tried to tease her about this unexpected male attention, "He would be better for you than Mustang."
Riza didn't seem to notice her remark, completely enraptured by Glemming. "Look at that casing," she said. Casing? Rebecca swirled back around, spotting the hand gun he was showing off to another Private. Her forehead hurt after she smacked it and turned back to her friend. "Really, Riza? What about the hunk holding the gun?" She looked back around at Glemming. Okay... maybe it was a nice gun. A Mauser C96, she would like to take that one out to the shooting range. And perhaps its owner out to dinner.
++
As her workday neared closing, Grumman called her into his office. When you work under a man known for his eccentric-ness, you learn to go with the flow. Even if that flow came at 5 minutes before you leave for the day.
"Becky! Come in, come it! Would you like some tea? Hohoho."
"No thank you, Sir. What can I do for you?"
"Ah, funny you would ask. I need you to go on a special mission for me. I need these items by tomorrow." Grumman pushed a piece of paper across his desk.
"Tomorrow?" Rebecca retrieved his list and instantly felt her heart drop. There had to be 30 some odd items on this list! One tire iron, 3 medium oranges, size 10 red heels?!"
Rebecca felt a hand caress her buttocks and jumped. For an old man, he sure moves fast. Shooting the Lieutenant General a dirty look, she fled before he could get more touchy feely.
++
The next morning came quickly. Too quickly. After an hour of sleep, Rebecca dragged herself from her warm and oh-so- inviting bed. Making her way to the door, she tripped over the boxes of assorted crap Grumman wanted.
Sighing, she glanced into the mirror and arranged her hair. The bags under her eyes threatened to eat her cheeks and her skin tone was colorless. She didn't feel much for a pep talk today. She struggled with juggling all the boxes and made her way outside.
But before she locked the day, she ran back inside. "You are Rebecca Catalina, Second Lieutenant of the Amestris Army. And you are damn sexy. Today is the day you find the perfect man " Hell, maybe some men like woman that don't get much sleep?
++
Rebecca's day wasn't all that stellar. First, Grumman didn't show any appreciation for all her hard work, well, except for trying to touch her breasts. Next, someone was using her favorite rifle. Then, Riza told her she looked horrible at lunch. And to top it all off, she didn't find any potential husbands!!
So it didn't come as a big surprise when Grumman once again called her into his office 5 minutes before her shift was over.
"I need you to pick up a colleague of mine from the train station at 20:00."
Sigh.
++
Train stations were normally a good place to spot potential males. But today's allotment seems to come with too much baggage. Rebecca smirked at her own pun. Too old... too skinny... too bald... too many girlfriends.
Grumman neglected to tell her what his colleague looked like. Being that she was the only female in a military uniform on the platform, Rebecca hoped this mysterious person who come to her. So she went back to husband finding. Too young... too uncoordinated... too much hair.
"EEEEPPPP!" she screamed when someone pinched her ass. Wildly she looked around, but only spotted an old lady within close enough range. The old woman giggled, "hohoho."
Balking at the old lady, she recognized the dress as the same one she purchased the night before. And the hat! And the shoes!
"General?"
"What do you think, Becky? I sure fooled you." Rebecca continued to stare at her superior officer, debating whether he had indeed gone senile and perhaps she should take him to a hospital... or an mental facility.
"Buh...buh... buh... WHY?!!" was all she could choke out.
"You never know when you may need a proper disguise, hohoho. Looks like this one is a keeper, thank you, Becky." And with that he walked away.
Rebecca stood on the platform long after he left. Finally she shook her head to clear out the cobwebs and started her journey home. They say every dog has his day. But today clearly wasn't her's.
....too old....way too old.