Set Pre-Maga, very slight spoilers for Hohenheim's past. I don't own FMA

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"No, I don't wanna!" Ed screamed as he turned tail and fled.

Trisha could help but sigh at his reaction.

"C'mon, Al," she cooed as she picked up the toddler.

"Got him," Hohenheim grunted.

Trisha had to bite back a laugh as Hohenheim strode into view, holding a kicking and wailing Ed by the ankle. Instead, she glowered at them.

Hohenheim gave her a weak smile and shrugged.

"Edward, it's not that bad. Daddy will get one, too."

Ed crossed his arms in disbelief. "Really?"

Hohenheim shuddered. Trisha raised an eyebrow and fixed him with a stare. He sighed and nodded.

"What about him?" Ed demanded, pointing to Al.

"Him, too."

Ed grinned triumphantly.

Hohenheim awkwardly turned the boy upright and planted him on the ground.

"Shoes."

Watching Ed disappear into his room, Trisha grinned in relief.

Hohenheim grunted and she looked in his direction. Her eyes widened at how pale he'd gotten. "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" His eyes focused on her as the back of her hand brushed his forehead.

"Are you getting sick?" she asked, not quite sure if he could get sick.

"Just remembered something," he mumbled, shaking his head.

She wanted to ask him more, but Ed had joined them in the hall. "I'm ready," Ed declared, his chest puffed out as he marched ahead of them to the stairs. She gave a wistful smile as she noticed his shoes were on the wrong feet.

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"No! No! No!" Ed screamed, backing away as he saw the needle in Urey's hand.

Urey grimaced, remembering the last time the boy had needed a shot.

"It'll just be a little pinch," Trisha reassured him.

Ed shook his head.

"Daddy'll go first."

Urey's eyes widened in surprise. If there was one thing he knew about Hohenheim, it was that the man hated shots just as much as his son did. "Really?"

Hohenheim nodded.

"On the hip then?"

He nodded again, a flash of the crudely fashioned needle that had delved into his arm to collect blood floated through his mind.

Ed stilled as Hohenheim lowered his pants enough for Urey stick him with the needle.

"Didn't feel a thing," Hohenheim said as he pulled his pants back up.

"You next," Trisha told Ed.

"Nuh-uh. Al first," he demanded.

Trisha sighed, but nodded in agreement.

Ed scowled when Al didn't even flinch at the shot.

Urey produced a lollipop from his coat for Al.

Ed puffed out his cheeks and pulled down his pants.

"Just like you're dad, eh?" Urey mused as he took full advantage of the boy's co-operation.

Ed yelped, but kept still.

"All done," Urey told him as he ruffled his hair.

Ed turned around and looked up him expectantly.

Urey grinned and pulled another lollipop from his pocket. He didn't miss the silent 'thank you' Trisha was mouthing to Hohenheim, and he grinned to himself as he dug in his pocket. "One for you, too," he said through a smirk as he handed Hohenheim a lollipop.

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A.N.: There's a chance of a continuation. Written for the prompt "Pinch" at fma_fic_contest on livejournal. Thanks for reading!

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