This is my first attempt at a FMA fic. Ahaha. I just HAD to make it an EdWin romance. Hope you people like it!

Disclaimer:

JUST in case you clever folk couldn't tell, I do not own, or profess to own any rights whatsoever to the FMA franchise thingy-ma-bob. All characters were created by Arakawa Hiromu and belong to her. Unless they're OC's then, naturally, they'd be ALL MINE! Okay, shutting up now. ON with the story!

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Someday To You

Chapter 1:

Fading Dreams

It was raining again. It was always raining, at least, when it wasn't snowing. But it wasn't so much the freezing drops of water, than the biting cold that caused the young, blond man to pull his coat closer around himself. Sparkling, golden eyes gazed straight ahead through the steadily worsening drizzle. Up ahead, there was a welcome twinkling from the windows of a small house. He quickly unlocked the door, stepping in and kicking it closed.

The house wasn't much warmer than the weather outside it, nothing escaped the terrible cold. It seemed to seep into the bones, chilling him to the core. But at least the house was dry. He slipped out of his damp coat, draping it over the back of a chair near the tiny, guttering fire which burned cheerily in the fireplace. Tiredly, he dropped into the chair, passing a hand over his eyes. Another fruitless day, nothing new, only the same, monotonous rhythm his life had taken on for the past three years.

He was staring moodily into the fire, when a young, familiar voice jolted him back to the present.

"Brother, are you alright?" The young man at the door asked.

"Yeah, Al. Just tired," he replied.

"Still nothing?"

Ed just nodded. For three years now, they'd been trying to find their way home, out of four years. The first year had been busy enough, looking for a weapon from their world and stopping its deployment. But once that was over, there was simply nothing to do. They'd stopped the war, and now the days of inaction piled on one another, his frustration building with each one that passed.

"Ed?" Al's voice snapped him back to earth again.

"Hmm?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Hear what?" Al sighed; Ed had been losing himself more and more in his daydreams lately.

"I asked, what would you like to do tomorrow?"

"Uh, what's tomorrow?"

"Geez, Ed. You could at least pay attention to the dates here. It's October 11th tomorrow."

"Oh…" October 11th, his birthday he was twenty-two tomorrow.

"So? What do you want to do?" Al stood with his hands on his hips, looking for all the world like a disapproving housewife.

"Go home?" Al's gaze softened.

"We'll get there someday, brother."

"How's Noa?"

The gypsy girl that Ed had saved had insisted on following the Elric brothers. And over the years, she had formed a special bond with Alphonse, a bond akin to love. When they had gone to stop the deployment of the weapon, she had waited for them. And when they returned, battered, and tired, she had tended their wounds nursing them to health. Finally, a few months ago, Al had proposed and the two were planning their wedding.

"She's asleep. She was worried about you." Ed smiled wanly.

"I'm alright. Go on, go join your wife. You probably need the rest anyway, it's late." Ed punched his brother lightly, the teasing bringing back memories of happier times.

"I'm going. Goodnight, Ed." He gave Ed a quick hug, before stepping out of the room, a worried look on his face.

Ed smiled as Al hugged him, but inside, he was an entire world away. His mind was on the person he had found it increasingly drawn to the past few years, a girl with bright, blue eyes, and light golden hair. He pulled off his right glove, working the metal fingers of the Automail. It was in remarkably good condition, he'd taken care of it well, though it was much to his chagrin that they still fit, attesting to his stunted growth. But he knew that even if they didn't, he would still keep them. They let him feel close to her, somehow.

Winry…

He leaned back in his chair, raising the Automail straight out above him.

Winry…

He could barely recall her face. It was another slowly fading memory, like an old dream the dreamer tries to recall, but that stays just out of reach. The metal hand curled into a fist, the golden pools of his eyes regaining their old, determined shine.

Winry…Someday, I'll find a way back, and I'll tell you everything. I swear.

Al sat at his desk, staring down at the mess of newspaper clippings and articles littered over its surface. They were all reports of the 'paranormal' or 'supernatural' events from all over the world. Knowing that their Alchemy wasn't of this world, Ed had asked him to search all 'other-worldly' happening. Al knew it was a long shot at best, and a waste of time at worst, but he couldn't say no to Ed.

But no, he was becoming increasingly worried about his older brother. Ed was slowly withdrawing from reality, or so it seemed to Al. he had often caught his brother staring off into space, eyes glazed, as if his mind had gotten up and walked out of the room. But whenever Al mentioned it, that pained flicker would flash across his eyes.

Of course Al knew why, it had never been a secret between them, even though Ed would've insisted he was crazy, Al knew who it was that he always thought and dreamed of. It was clear as day, every time Ed's eyes glazed over; he practically had 'Winry' stamped on his forehead. But whenever he brought it up, Ed just waved him off with one of his fake smiles.

Secretly, Al felt guilty. He had found everything he had ever wanted in this world, a home, and soon, a wife. He looked over his shoulder where Noa lay curled up in their bed, smiling fondly. To him, Amestris was a dim, fading memory. But Ed could not forget, and Al could see the longing grow stronger in him day by day.

His head fell on the desk with a sound thump. They needed to get home, before Ed wasted away completely. Al closed his eyes tiredly. Somehow, he'd find a way. He'd get them home.

Outside, the fire had died down to glowing coals, barely casting any light into the room. In the chair before the fireplace, Ed was slumped, fast asleep. Shades, the fading faces of his loved ones swam across his mind's eye as he dreamed, until finally, a decidedly feminine figure materialised out of the swirling mists.

"Hey, Alchemy-geek," she spoke. Ed smiled, opening his eyes. But he wasn't in his dim living room in Germany. No, this room was bright, and homey, and all too familiar.

"I'm dreaming…" he said softly. She nodded.

"And you have to wake up," his eyes dropped to the floor.

"I don't want to. I want to stay here, with you."

"Al needs you," she said gently.

"I need you." She smiled sadly, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"You always were a dork, Edward Elric."

"It's always like this," his voice was disgusted, almost accusing. "You always come just when I have to wake up…"

"You're arguing with a dream, Edward."

"It's my dream; I can do whatever I want."

"Wake up, Ed," her voice stayed soft, emanating a gentle sadness.

"No."

"Ed, wake up," she began to fade, light creeping in around the edges of his vision.

"No…Winry…I," he desperately wanted to say those words, the words he had been afraid to say for so long. But her finger against his lips silenced him. Leaning forward, she whispered in his ear, even as she disappeared, her voice a soothing breeze to his tortured soul.

"I know, Ed. I know…" Light burst brilliantly into his vision as he awoke, a beam of sunlight shining directly in his eyes.

A world away, a young woman sat forlornly in an old wicker chair, staring up into the night sky. Her legs were curled up in a tight ball against her chest, as the moonlight played across her features. In her hands, she held a picture. It was set into a plain, wooden frame, yet out of all the thousand of pictures kept in the house, this was the one she kept with her always.

The old photo showed her, six years younger, with her arms wrapped around the neck of a golden haired, golden eyed boy from behind. Her chin was resting on the top of his head, and they were both smiling, though the blush on his cheeks attested to his embarrassment, having been caught by surprise.

Winry shut her eyes against the memories that the picture threatened to drag out. Pinako had died a few years ago, and she had needed to be strong, for the villagers who needed her, and everyone else. But it was dark now, and no one would see. She could be weak. Always, when the memories returned, she would see his face, his smile. And always she would see that ship that horribly disfigured ship that had carried him back through the gate. She could remember her own voice screaming at Mustang to stop, that he couldn't destroy the Gate because, then how would Ed and Al ever come home? But of course, he'd destroyed it anyway. And Ed had left again, without even saying goodbye.

I hate you Edward Elric…I hate you for everything you've taken from me…my heart…my love…Ed…Please, come home soon…

There was so much left unsaid between them. So much she had wanted to say, but been too afraid to. Now the tears overflowed, and she opened her eyes, looking back up at the stars as the perfect drops fell.

"Ed…" she whispered into the night air. "I love you." High in the heavens, a shooting star flew across the sky.

To be continued…(maybe :D )

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Well, hope you enjoyed it! R&R please? Thankies! (Yes I suck at writing things to readers, why do you ask?)