Argument

They finally had it; the philosophers stone. After all their years of searching, it was finally in their possession.

But something was wrong. They both saw it. This is what started the argument.

"I can't believe we have it...We found it...We actually found it!" Ed whispered, staring at the blood-red stone in his hand. He had a huge grin on his face and tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

Al was the first to notice the problem.

"Ed..." His brother looked up at the sound of his hesitant voice. "It's not big enough. I can tell...It's only enough to give back one of our bodies."

Ed didn't think there was a problem.

"Well, it's pretty obvious who we're going to use it on." He said, smiling. "I never had any intention of getting my own body back; it was all for you, Al. Now I have the stone. I can fix you! I can keep my promise! There's nothing to discuss. We're using the stone for you."

Al was shocked.

"...You lied, big brother." He said, his voice shaking.

Ed's smile wavered at the sound of the anger in Al's voice. "What are you taking about?"

"You promised we'd get both of our bodies back; you lied. You aren't keeping the promise that you made."

Ed stared up at his brother, hurt by the venom in his words. "But Al, you're much worse off than me. You have to be my priority; at least I have half a body. You have nothing. I need to help-"

"You idiot!" Al shouted. "You have it worse than me! I feel no pain, and you feel nothing but pain! Ed, you don't know how scary it is to watch you get hurt like that. During your automail surgery, it was impossible for me to close my eyes. I had to watch every minute of it; I saw it all. All of your pain. I watch you at night too Ed, to make sure nothing happens to you. You cry in your sleep. I want that to end."

Ed was shocked by his brother's outburst. He slowly began to speak. "...You don't get it, Al. The only reason I went through all that was for you. I knew that I couldn't help get your body back without an arm and a leg. If it weren't for the hope of succeeding, I would have lived the rest of my life as a pathetic little cripple boy. Now that I have the stone, I can't possibly give up on my goal to return you to normal. I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

The argument went on.

Winry stepped into the room from the kitchen. "I heard shouting. What are you two fighting about?"

Al was glaring at the top of his brother's head. Ed was staring at the floor, fighting back tears. Al's never been this angry at me...

"Winry, you settle this for us." Al said, his voice emanating with anger.

"What's the problem?" She asked.

"We found it." Said Ed, his head still lowered. He held the stone out in his shaking hand. Winry gasped.

"Well what are you waiting for? Do what you've been wishing to do for the last four years! Turn yourselves back!" Ed shook his head.

"That's what we're arguing about. There's only enough power in the stone...To change one of us back..." Winry fell silent as the truth sunk in.

"Only...One...?" There was a pained look on her face. "So after all that you did...Only one of you can go back to normal?" Her voice sounded hysterical and she started shaking uncontrollably from shock. "That's not fair! That can't be right! After everything, everything you've done for this day, and this is how it ends?!"

Al nodded. "Ed wants to return me to normal, and I want to return him to normal. You decide." Winry looked between the two brothers. They both had such a desperate look in their eyes, each one silently begging her to pick the other. She shook her head and blinked back tears.

"I can't decide this for you. I want both of you back to the way you were; I can't imagine it any other way. I'm sorry..." She looked at the floor, trying to will the universe to change and allow them both to have their wish granted.

Envy grinned his last grin as he watched them through the window. His days were numbered; he had known that from the start. But he wanted to be entertained one last time on the day he died; he had set this up. He allowed Edward and Alphonse to steal the stone, knowing that it wouldn't be big enough for them both. He was looking forward to watching them try and decide who to use it on, but this, this was perfect! Far better than he had expected!

He grinned as he fell to the ground, withering away into nothing. His own death didn't matter to him; at least his last few minutes had been an enjoyable experience.

So, should I continue this, or leave it as a one shot? I can't decide! Please tell me what you think!