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When; Ghost Curse Day.
Rating; PG for Havoc's sappy girlfriend-getting attempts.
Characters; Havoc

havocked and Glinda

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Summary; Havoc takes a break from research and takes Glinda to the Xanadu gardens.
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He was almost finished with the cigarette as he arrived outside Glinda's building and in preparation took another one out. Godly things, really, he mused, loosening the top button of his uniform. Godly. He switched them, leaving it unlighted for now as he played with the lighter in his pocket. He hadn't asked if she minded him smoking, after all, and Havoc wasn't the sort who wanted to do something a lady didn't like.

He checked his watch to make sure he was on time, and settled himself with leaning against the wall to wait.

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Glinda sighed. "Oz is a nice place, indeed. But my life there...not necessarily a happier topic. I mean, I was happy for awhile, but the past few years...it's mainly been a facade. I- Oh, listen to me! I'm killing all the fun."

She turned her head away and tried to fight back tears that threatened to form. This was supposed to be a happy walk in the park! She put on that perfect Glinda smile and turned back to Havoc. They had reached a fork in the path. "So then, why don't you choose the next path?"

"Hm." He glanced at the two paths before him before shrugging.

"They look as good as the other, really. But you you're going to make me choose-" he bowed slightly, indicating as he spoke "-then it's to the right we go."

"To the right it is." She enojyed seeing the flora up close, as opposed to flying way overhead, looking down.

"How much longer do we have? We've walked quite a way in and, honestly, I'm not sure if I remember the way out."

"Ah, the way out is easy enough. Although I do wish I had gotten lost," he added ruefully, glancing back the way they'd come. Damn those military instincts.

Havoc grinned though, shaking his head. "But I am afraid we're not going to get much further in before duty calls again."

"Well, I'm glad you were paying attention. But it's a shame. I wouldn’t have minded getting lost in here. The atmosphere is nice, and the company’s not half bad either.” Glinda laughed. “Are you sure you have to go soon?”

"It's hard work, but the First Lieutenant really appreciates the effort. Gotta send her back where she belongs, you know?" He smiled warmly, thinking over it carefully.

"But since you don't mind the company, perhaps we can do it another time? We'll go a different way and everything. Eventually, we'll explore the whole place."

"Back where she belongs? You mean back where she comes from...where you both come from?" She was silent for a moment. "Well, no offense to her, but I hope you don't find a way to get back for awhile."

She slipped her arm back through his and smiled. "That sounds great. And maybe after, you could come over for dinner?"

"Heh, don't think she'd appreciate that. We're a team, through thick and thin. But I'm flattered you want to hold on to me." He flashed his patented grin again, happy with the way the walk was turning out. Very happy indeed. By Havoc's standards, this was one of the best dates he'd ever managed to snag. Creepy City or not.

"Dinner sounds wonderful, Glinda."

"I can see she has your loyalty," Glinda said, smiling. "Do you think she'll let you away again in say...a week?" Glinda figured that a week would give her plenty of time to learn how to cook one meal. When she invited Havoc over, she had fail to mention the fact that she couldn't cook. At all.

"So. I guess it's time to go?" she asked, a slight air of disappointment in her voice. Not disappointment in Havoc, just in the fact that their time was nearly up.

"Her and the Colonel, yeah. Dog of the military really suits, I guess." He laughed it off with a nonchalant wave. "But I'm sure she won't mind me having an evening off for dinner."

He grinned once more, shaking his head. "I'm afraid so."

"I didn't mean loyal like that!" She said, playfully slapping his arm. "I meant it as in, a great friend, someone to trust." Glinda smilled and shook her head.

"Well then...walk me home?"

"Friend? Maybe not. But she's the best sniper I know, and I wouldn't have anyone else watching my back." Oh, but what bad manners, talking about Hawkeye when he had a pretty woman in front of him. He grinned slyly, claiming her arm again as he turned Glinda back in the direction they'd come.

"Of course. I'm not that much of a rogue."

"No, there's no way you could be anything less than a gentleman," Glinda asked, laughing. "Worst rogue I've ever met, you are." The walk back was quicker than Glinda would have liked, and they arrived at Building 9 all too soon.

"Havoc, thank you. The gardens were beautiful, and the company was more than enjoyable. I had a wonderful time and I can't wait until next week. I hope you had a great time as well?"

"I'd rather be a bad rogue than a perfect gentleman, though. The rough edge is a little hard to get rid of, you know." He chuckled, bowing slightly as he released her arm.

"Most fun I've had since being here. I hope dinner is an improvement on this, and I'm sure it will be."

"Well, the rough edge is what makes you." Glinda smiled. And I hope the dinner is an improvement as well. I hope there is a dinner... Glinda thought.

"So then, until next week..."

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