Chapter Three:

Edward woke up the next morning with his automail bothering him again. For some reason, it didn't feel right. His fingers were unable to move like they used to. Sure, he had been skipping out on daily maintenance, but it had only been six months. Edward knew that thinking about his automail was only a way to distract him from thinking about Winry. Of course, seeing as she built his automail, that was a little hard. Everything reminded him of her.

Edward rolled out of bed, still half asleep, and onto the floor.

"Ow…" he said. He stood up and saw that Al was already awake and had seated himself at the table with a piece of toast.

"You're face is wet again, brother. You've been crying again," said Al, not looking up from his newspaper. Ed didn't know why he read it everyday; as far as he was concerned…current events didn't matter unless it was in their own world. Edward quickly rushed to the bathroom and washed his face, showered, and dressed.

Al was now sitting on his bed reading a book about chemistry. He looked up and saw Ed.

"Crying in you're sleep…at least you slept, though, right?" he asked. He was right, Edward hadn't been sleeping lately.

Edward ignored him and went to the refrigerator in the kitchen of the small one roomed apartment. He pulled out…a carton of milk and a glass from the cupboard. He poured the milk into the glass until it was about half way full...or…half way empty in his opinion.

By now Al had sat up and was watching Ed with a surprised look on his face. Edward plugged his nose with two fingers and raised the glass to his lips and drank the glass of milk down.

"Brother…did you just…"

"Drink milk? Yea…" answered Edward, slamming the empty glass onto the counter.

Edward actually had been drinking a glass of milk every morning for about three months now. He supposed why he did it, though.

"Is it because of Winry?" asked Al quietly. Edward clenched the table top with his fists and nodded, closing his eyes.

"She…used to bother me about it…so I…I…keep hearing her voice telling me to drink the stupid milk," he said. "I know it sounds dumb, but…"

"This is…killing you, isn't it, brother…I know you miss her," said Al. "Love her," added Al under his breath.

"Sometimes…I feel like…I don't want to…live anymore without…her…" he said quietly, his voice cracking.

"Kay…just don't do something stupid," said Al, "Didn't you say we were going somewhere today?"

"Oh yea…we better get going," said Edward.

"Winry! Where are you?" called Winry's grandmother and caretaker. Winry opened her bedroom door a crack and stuck her face into the hallway.

"I'm sorry…I just…"

"You've been in their with the door locked for six hours. You need to go outside," said the aged woman.

"Its too bright outside," said Winry. Her voice had hints of depression painted all over it.

"That's no excuse, young lady!"

"Just leave me alone…I'm upset again today," she said. She looked at her grandmother apologetically and closed the door. She sat back down at her work desk and started messing with a couple screws and a wrench, not trying to do anything in particular.

Six months since he had left her. Things hadn't gotten much better. She missed him so much. She also missed Alphonse…but it was Edwards's voice she would hear in her sleep or face in her dreams. Their was just something about him that just…

"Oh…my…Lord…" she heard her grandmother's muffled voice from the main room of the house.

"Winry…is she…" she heard a muffled male's voice say. No…just her imagination. This voice was a tad bit deeper than the one she remembered. Besides…he was probably dead. An anyway…the voices were muffled due to the thick door separating them.

"She's in her…bedroom…" said the astonished voice of her grandmother. She heard footsteps' coming swiftly towards her bedroom door…the sound of them was slightly uneven and familiar for some reason. No…it wasn't.

She heard her door open, and the sound of surprised and heavy breathing. The footsteps came closer and closer to where she was sitting, but she chose to ignore it. She heard noises all the time anyway.

"W…Winry…" she heard a hoarse whisper from behind her. She concentrated harder on whatever she was doing.

"Shut up, voices!" she called to nobody in particular. She heard a chuckle from behind her.

"Still as insane as ever, Winry," said the voice, sounding slightly disconnected and very quiet. The person walked closer to her.

She suddenly felt two arms encircle her body directly below her breasts from behind. Winry screamed in surprise and fear. She dropped whatever she was holding in her hands in panic.

Then she looked down at the arms holding her and gasped. One of the arms was made of metal. Automail! But she knew this model. She had designed and built it herself…for Edward.

"E-Edward?" she stuttered quietly. She felt his face bury into her neck.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice sounding strained and full of unspoken emotion.

"Is it…really you?" she whispered, tears coming to her eyes. She felt him nod.

"I'm home," he whispered. He squeezed her affectionately and then let her go. She turned around in her work stool to look at him.

"You're taller," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. Edward grinned and spread his arms apart. Winry was overcome with emotion and jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly, crying onto his shoulder. Edward wrapped his arms around her.

"Winry…uh…you're crying all over my coat," said Edward. Winry let go of him and smoothed out the shoulders of Ed's all too familiar red coat he always wore.

"I-I'm sorry E-Edw-ward! I-I ju-just missed y-y-you!" she stuttered, tears spilling from her eyes. She stepped back to look at him. He really was taller. His hair was longer. She supposed the height thing had been over the two years he had been gone before. She didn't really get a good look at him six months ago when he had come back.

"You're taller than me!" she said.

"Wasn't I before?" he asked.

"No…we were the same height…almost. Okay…maybe the same height," said Winry. Suddenly her smile bent into a frown. Edward looked at her, wondering what she was thinking.

"Edward…you…left me…for…two and a half years," she said, her voice low and menacing. Edward knew to steer clear of her when she was like this. Unfortunately for him, the door had closed behind him when he had walked in. He didn't want to run away from her, that'd be rude.

Winry reached behind her for the wrench she usually carried around. It wasn't their! Why wasn't her wrench their!? She looked at Edward with loathing on her face…but from what Edward could see in her eyes, it was far from it.

Winry raised her sweater clad arm and slapped him over the face very hard, sending Ed a couple feet backwards. She didn't hit him as hard as she could have, though. Edward simply starred at Winry for a moment before speaking.

"Winry…I," he began.

"I'm sorry," Winry whispered, interrupting him. Edward put a hand to where she had hit him on the face. He gave her a small smile.

"That's okay…it felt good," he whispered.

"Um…okay…? So…are you back…for good?" she asked.

"Yea…I couldn't take it anymore. I just missed…it here," he said, "It was driving me crazy."

"OH, Good!" said Winry.

"Winry…why are you wearing a sweater? It's so warm out today," said Ed.

Winry's scowl returned to her face.

"Do you want to see what you did to me?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"Winry…I don't…" he began.

"You wanna see it?!" she asked hysterically. Without waiting for his answer, she folded back the sleeves of her sweater revealing red cut marks and gashes all over them, especially on her wrists.


"You being gone drove me crazy! I thought you were dead!" she said, tears rushing down from her blue eyes.

"Winry…cutting yourself doesn't make things any better. I missed you too, but…"

"But what?" she asked, sounding angry and hurt.

"But you don't need to get all emotional about it," said Edward.

"I'm…just…I can't believe you're back, Edward! How…I thought that Mustang.." she said, changing the subject.

"Yea…I thought that too. Apparently I was able to unseal the seal using my blood because it wasn't sealed on this side. I guess that somebody has to seal the one on our side to keep the people from the other world out of here for good. It'll work if just one side is sealed," explained Ed.

"Oh…" she said. Suddenly she grabbed Edward's shoulders and slammed him against the wall of her bedroom. She glared at him.

"Don't you dare try to leave this time, Edward Elric, or I swear I will come and find you and drag you back here if I have to," she said.

"Don't worry, Winry, I'll just…"

"You don't know what this did to me…you have no idea," she said, beginning to cry again. "Look at that…you broke your promise. You said…you said that the next time you make me cry would be because I was happy. I'm happy now that you're back, but you made me cry nonstop for the past six months."

"Like I said…I'm so sorry," Edward whispered. Winry's hands slipped down from Edward's shoulders to his chest. She hit one of her fists on his chest lightly.

"What are you…"

"You're real…" she breathed. Tears in her eyes, she smiled and hugged him. "you know…I've always loved you," she whispered.

Edward blushed slightly and gasped.

"Like a brother," she finished. Oh…that made sense, reasoned Edward. He couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed. Winry finally let go of him. She wiped the tears from her eyes with her fist and smiled at him, causing him to blush again.

"So where's Al?" she asked.

"He should be still be in the living room," he answered. Winry opened her bedroom door and raced out to meet her friend.

Alphonse turned around from talking to Winry's grandmother to wave at a smiling Winry.

"Hi, Al! I cant believe you guys are back!" said Winry.

"Hey! Why didn't you hit him like you did me?!" asked Edward.

"Shut it, Ed!" she said, waving a finger at him.

Okay…so you're probably wondering, "why didn't she write about how they got back?" well, the reason is because it's been ages since I watched the movie, and I'm watching about a million other animes right now. If u put that with the tons of homework and school and community service I have, then that means I don't have time to watch the whole movie. I just don't want anyone telling me that I got something wrong and end up rewriting this entire thing. That and I am too lazy to type twelve chapters of plot. And I wanted to get to this part. I've had it in my head for like, four months! This is the scene that spawned this pathetic (so far) piece of fanfiction! MUWAHAHAHAHA! He hem…