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Roy had returned from Briggs more than a week ago now, but even being in the warmer temperatures (it was still freezing) hadn't improved his mood. He absolutely abhorred the bureaucracy that came along with being a General. He found himself with even less patience for it than he usually had. The headache he'd been nursing since the early afternoon didn't help.
He closed the folder lying in front of him and leaned back in his chair, drawing in a breath and contemplating if he should go have dinner instead of sitting here. Probably, but he made no move to stand up. He did open the top drawer of his desk, pulling out his black notebook. The pages fell automatically open as the letters from the Copper Isles were soon going to need a better stowing place.
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No matter how many times her read through Aly's letters, there never was a next one explaining why she hadn't been there when he finally did make it back to Central. He'd tried calling, but Aly hadn't answered and Roy couldn't not worry.
"General?"
Roy quickly shut the notebook and slid it back in his drawer before he glanced up. "Lieutenant? I thought you'd be home by now."
Hawkeye stepped into the room, carrying another folder under her arm and she gave him that look that told him she wasn't kidding him. "I am just about to leave, Sir. I just need your signature so I can drop these off before I head out."
Roy nodded and uncapped his pen. Hawkeye moved closer to the desk and handed him the folder, watching him as he wrote his signature with flourish on the last paper. "All signed," he said as he gave it back to her. "Anything else? I seem to be getting into a groove here."
"There is the stack in your inbox, Sir," Hawkeye pointed out ruthlessly.
"Strange, I seem to have lost the groove already. Oh well," Roy rolled his pen between his fingers. "Have a good evening, Lieutenant."
Hawkeye jumped to attention until Roy returned her salute and she relaxed once more. She was already half way to the door and Roy knew he couldn't be that lucky. "Have you heard anything, Sir?"
He didn't need to ask what she meant. She'd guessed a few days ago that something was up and Roy wasn't quite sure why blonde women seemed to be able to read him like a book. "No," he said and he didn't give Hawkeye time to follow up the question with a suggestion. "She will."
Hawkeye nodded crisply, taking the dismissal for what it was and she opened the door. "Goodnight, Sir."
[Aly's letters written by the awesome![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tricksy_spy, of course. NFI, but OOC is always welcome.]
He closed the folder lying in front of him and leaned back in his chair, drawing in a breath and contemplating if he should go have dinner instead of sitting here. Probably, but he made no move to stand up. He did open the top drawer of his desk, pulling out his black notebook. The pages fell automatically open as the letters from the Copper Isles were soon going to need a better stowing place.
( Read more... )
No matter how many times her read through Aly's letters, there never was a next one explaining why she hadn't been there when he finally did make it back to Central. He'd tried calling, but Aly hadn't answered and Roy couldn't not worry.
"General?"
Roy quickly shut the notebook and slid it back in his drawer before he glanced up. "Lieutenant? I thought you'd be home by now."
Hawkeye stepped into the room, carrying another folder under her arm and she gave him that look that told him she wasn't kidding him. "I am just about to leave, Sir. I just need your signature so I can drop these off before I head out."
Roy nodded and uncapped his pen. Hawkeye moved closer to the desk and handed him the folder, watching him as he wrote his signature with flourish on the last paper. "All signed," he said as he gave it back to her. "Anything else? I seem to be getting into a groove here."
"There is the stack in your inbox, Sir," Hawkeye pointed out ruthlessly.
"Strange, I seem to have lost the groove already. Oh well," Roy rolled his pen between his fingers. "Have a good evening, Lieutenant."
Hawkeye jumped to attention until Roy returned her salute and she relaxed once more. She was already half way to the door and Roy knew he couldn't be that lucky. "Have you heard anything, Sir?"
He didn't need to ask what she meant. She'd guessed a few days ago that something was up and Roy wasn't quite sure why blonde women seemed to be able to read him like a book. "No," he said and he didn't give Hawkeye time to follow up the question with a suggestion. "She will."
Hawkeye nodded crisply, taking the dismissal for what it was and she opened the door. "Goodnight, Sir."
[Aly's letters written by the awesome
tricksy_spy, of course. NFI, but OOC is always welcome.]
