Hello! This is SakuraLetters, awakening after a long absence. Inspiration has been missing for the past few months, and school has been insanity. Anyway, this my first fic for this category, and I apologize ahead of time for any OOCness, or anything like that. Like I said, inspiration has be missing lately and I'm still recovering from a huge case of writer's , and I've read pretty much all the manga online (but I'm buying the manga now!) and have only seen about 13 or 14 episodes via YouTube.

Disclaimer: I, SakuraLetters, own nothing here but the plot and the baby. Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to the brilliant Hiromu Arakawa, not me. Carrie Underwood owns the song "Temporary Home", which provides the inspiration for this fic. Pre-chapter quotes come from the middle of the song.


Young mom on her own, she needs a little help, got nowhere to go.

-"Temporary Home", by Carrie Underwood



Being a single mother was not something to be proud of, and it was a little hard to keep from holding her head in shame as the train rolled through the countryside. The infant girl slept in her mother's arms, blissfully unaware of the demoralizing stares from the other occupants in the car.

Winry Rockbell was, at nineteen, a single mother. If it weren't for her sleeping angel of a daughter, Winry would have probably snapped at the other people hours ago. She hadn't failed to notice how everyone seemed to avoid her as though she had the plague. Part of Winry wished her grandmother was still alive. Pinako had been disappointed in her granddaughter's apparent carelessness when she entered a physical relationship (one night stand, a cruel voice in the back of her head mocked), but she had accepted it and had been all sorts of helpful. The old woman's death had effectively removed every protection Winry had.

Now she was traveling to Rush Valley, forced to endure the harsh, judgmental looks of others. Oh, how she wanted to just tear everyone who could hear a new one and question just what was so wrong about having a child, no matter the circumstance. But Winry wouldn't do a thing; her daughter didn't need to hear her mother lashing out at others just because she still felt the pain of her loss.

"…witless tramp…"

"…so young…not even married…"

"…father's probably run off…"

That last one broke something in Winry. That was a main reason he had always been so hesitant to enter a relationship with her: he was so afraid he would turn out like his father. If he had any idea, Winry just knew he would go into a bout of self-loathing. She tightened her hold on the sleeping infant.

It was all she could do to keep from crying.


Forgive the shortness, honorable readers! Also, once more I beg for you to forgive any OOCness, but, given the situation I've put Winry in, I don't think I'd act like I normally do, either. I tried my best to make her as in-character as possible. Please, tell me what you think about it. If you have any helpful tips, feel free to share them. Until next time!

-SakuraLetters