Winter Wonderland

Day 1

Ed

This wasn't meant to happen, they were meant to be on a train, heading to Central. Passing through the mountains, not even stopping at the station.

The snow was at least up to his knee, causing his port to spasm with pain, sharp spiking pain every step - with either foot - . He couldn't feel his other leg - nothing at all really - . He was shivering to no end and his numb - and non-exiting feeling in the other - foot was causing him to stumbling every so often. If only he saw the reality sooner. The pain in his side numb long ago. He had a single thick coat on, his red woollen counter-part - But that couldn't hold out a snow storm - .

His metal limbs - his automail - made him twice as cold as the next person and his brain wasn't working fast enough to realise that reality either. His ports screaming, stabbing, burning. Yet, through the pain and numbness, he still trekked behind the blue uniformed men. The two with longer legs, thicker jumpers and no automail, always stopping or slowing for the boy to catch up.

He could only just see the two men in front of him, stopping once again for him to catch up. The blizzard making it impossible to see ten metres in front of one's self.

"Come on, Fullmetal. We can't always be stopping for you to catch up with your little legs of yours. So speed up a little wouldn't you." Roy sounding like a strict, 'don't get on my bad side or you'll regret it' officer.

"Leave Chief alone, Boss. He's freezing and he's hurt too." Jean defending the shivering teen.

He just stood there still processing Roy's original sentence. Finally, things clicking after a nice long ten seconds. "Don't call me small..." He mumbled in the tone of a whisper.

The two soldiers looked at the small soldier with worry.

"Are you OK, Ed?" Jean asked in a friendly tone.

"I'm fine... L-let's j-j-just...walk..." He managed to slightly slur, mumble and whisper out - after a few seconds of thought - as he trekked on.

"We should stop." The teen ignoring Roy like usual

Relying instantly "No..." The blond really didn't even take in his superiors sentence, but knew he wasn't ever going to listen to the man anyway. He just wanted to get out of the cold, he was tired, hungry, his side spiking ever so often, slightly dizzy - he ignored that due to the snow whirling around him, telling himself it was confusing his brain- and tripping over everything he could see - even just snow- he wanted to get to the closest town they could find as fast as possible.
"Fullmetal, we are stopping, finding shelter and resting.

The disobedient soldier just kept walking, the two following them taking the lead, looking back every half a minute.

The blacked haired alchemist stopped crossing his arms. "We really should stop. You don't look so good."

He couldn't care less what his bastard Colonel had to say, keeping his pace - overtaking the military officer- . That was when he tripped - over who knows what - and couldn't get up. His muscles rigid, refusing to move without too much effort, his eyes shut themselves without him knowing and his ports - the electric pain - drowned out the sound around him. - On top of his automail pain - His remaining limbs reminded him they were there by sending pins as signals to his brain, his side jabbing. He groaned in discomfort - still unable to move - when someone grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him slightly. Sending more pain into his shoulder port, he mumbled a slight scream, making them stopped.

The cold finally got to him, - just as he opened his eyes- flooding his sight with blackness.

Bring calmness to the pain.

Early That Day

Roy

The train was empty, besides the three military personal - Colonel Mustang, Second Lieutenant Havoc and Major Elric - not many surveillance taking the line during winter. The line was used mainly for MP and tourism in spring and summer - the warmer months were better for mountain hiking -.

There were not stations for an hour - by train - so it was dangerous due to fast approaching storms and blizzards - another reason it isn't a favoured track in colder months - which was the circumstance of this trip. Unaware by the train and it's three passengers.
Ed was fast asleep, his head on the window, mouth slightly open - a little snore every so often, only ever faint -, on the set of seats across from himself and his Lieutenant.

They had just been on a mission of locating an illegal research facility and ceasing operation - as Ed put a search and destroy, though it wasn't classified as such - and it had worn down the teen. He was disappointed when his brother couldn't come, but he was much too large for a mission as such. Ed created a scene - like always - in his office about wasting time and such but he still dragged his ass onto the train - at an unearthly hour that morning -. By the look on the kids face when he actually allowed Ed to tear down a building was priceless. The joy he had in the golden eyes he held in his face, the fire lighting brighter as he happily demolished the - rather large - building.

It lighted his soul knowing he made the kid happy for once. As the teen slept, without his eyes - his aged eyes, eyes that don't belong on a child's face - made his look younger, much younger. When he was happy it had the same effect. The kid had a world on his shoulders, carrying Al's along with his own, making the weight ten times the amount a fifteen-year-old would normally bare.

He often forgot he was still a child, he was harsh on the teen, only his brother's much younger voice and attitude reminded him at times, the one year difference is drastic at times.

The storm was catching the train quickly, noticed finally by the MP.

"That storm doesn't look nice..." Roy muttered

"You're right. What should we do?"

"Nothing. It's all we can do at this point in can't do anything, we'll leave it to the professionals. It is their job."
As the storm rolled in, dark ominous fury about to beat down on them. The storm wasn't a blizzard by snow was going to fall and there was going to be fast winds.
The wind rocked the cart, the snow coating the tracks made no easy surface to grip.
Much to no one's surprise - but to all the shocked - the full length of the train came away from its intended position.

Ed

He really was regretting going on the 'search and destroy' mission until after - He only called the mission that after the action was done really -.
He was stuck on a train with Roy all morning - at an ungodly hour - without Al. He did have Jean, but it still wasn't Al. The man teased and satirised him all of the trip towards the mountains. He got up and sat alone after they reached the mountains and the last of the passengers got off.
But once they actually got off, Roy began to be a nicer man. He let him trash things, - let out his kept in energy from the long ride - he even let him demolish a building. He enjoyed a mission with the bastard for once, but only once he sat down on the train did he realise the intent of letting him be destructive. To let out all of his energy so he would sleep the whole way home and not be undisturbed by the 'annoying runt' he called his subordinate. He really didn't mind this but, he would sleep peacefully without having to see his smug face. Win, win really.

That was until the cart shock, jolting from his peaceful sleep.

Then it was a 'horrifying end' feeling.

Then it was a painful feeling.

Then it went black.

When he came around he could see two pairs of boots on the opposite side of the bench he was lying behind - under - . He blinked a few times, his ears finally deciding to listen to his surroundings and his brain turning on.

"They didn't survive. He was impaled..."

"Where's Ed?! We have totally forgotten about him!"

He pushed himself up so he was resting on his elbows, but his brain - finally as it booted up - registered two great pains - One in his side. Two his ports -. He let out a grunt as he rested his forehead on the ground for a second before pushing past the pain into a sitting position.

"He's just behind us." His mind finally labelling it as Jean and Roy. And of course, it was Roy who heard his pathetic sound.

"Are you OK, Ed?" Jean kindly asked

"Yes and no. It's just a cut I think..." He pushed his coat side and lifted his shirt. "It'll need stitches." He tilted his head back and shivered slightly at the thought. The cut wasn't too bad, it wasn't bleeding badly, but it wasn't good either. It was a slit curved around his left side reaching from his side to just before his stomach, just under where the ribs sit.

"I'll find a first aid box or something." Roy quickly disappearing and reappearing. "I'll help you."

Roy knelt down next to him and aided in the rapping of his lower abdomen. "Thanks..." He slowly stood up, careful with his side. Finally able to survey the damage.

The cart was still the right way up, - a miracle in itself - all the windows shattered, - the cause of his cut - benches in wrong placed and a tree smack bang in the middle of the cabin. Letting in all of the storm.

A large breeze steadily flowing through the cabin, Ed shivering heavily.

"We should start moving. If this storm gets worse, which it will, we can't stay here."

The three began their trek through the storm.

That Evening

Ed

He couldn't feel much. He was numb. That was really it.

He could feel something warm, he was curled up next to it, the other side of him cold. He curled closer to the warmth and tried to listen to his surroundings and wake up more. He was lying on his right side - automail side - being the first thing he noticed.

"He's gonna flip when he comes around. If he realised what he was doing... I can't wait to see his reaction." The man let out a small laugh

"He'll wallop me! That isn't funny!"

"SHH! You'll wake him."

"He's coming around anyway..."

"What are we going to tell him... He isn't going to like this... arrangement."

"I hate this as much as he does. He would of died-and still could for that matter."

He then regretted waking himself up.

Pain.

The pain was all he felt at that moment.

Jabbing, electrifying, burning, stabbing, everything was attacking his right shoulder.

He tried to roll off it, to ease the pressure. But was just pulled back.

"He's definitely coming 'round."

He tried again, still being pulled back. Every time being dragged back to his shoulder, making the pain worse. But every time waking up more. He groaned in pain when he was pulled back.

"What's his problem?!"

"Maybe he knows it's you." The man laughed again

"This isn't funny, Havoc!"

Then he was fully awake. He used all his force to pull off his shoulder and curl onto his left side. Which was another mistake - the cut - he rolled on the floor from side to side, to his back and stomach. Both sides painful and his back too cold.

"Ed, calm down! Tell us what's wrong."

He could only get one word out, whimpered, while in a pained inhale "...Frostbite..."

"Oh, god! I am so sorry! OK, stay still on your back. We need to rewarm your skin."

His brain still focused on the pain to tell who was talking. But he obeyed and took in shaken, stiff breathes while on his back. He could hear them fussing about and he really didn't care who they were, where he was or why he had frostbite. But he could always recognise when his automail gave him frostbite. When he first installed and he was ready to go, he got frostbite in the first three months - four times -.
He hadn't opened his eyes or planned to - anytime soon -. His teeth clenched tight and his flesh fist in a fist holding the shirt near his port, thinking it would ease the pain.

Then his shoulder felt something warm and he relaxed instantly. His muscles soaked in the heat instantly and he un-tensed, letting out a relived and relaxed sigh.

"Leg..." Also forgetting it was worse on his leg.

"Both!"

"We really shouldn't be surprised. For Fullmetal, the snow was knee deep."

"You have a point."

"Not short..." He said weakly

"Sure thing." Sarcasm thickly present

He tried to fight for answers and concentration but once warmth was given to his leg he drifted to sleep quickly, someone placing something under his head as he drifted - making it even easier - .

Jean

Ed had done too much for a child to handle in one day. The teen had been on a highly destructive mission, been in a train crash, - with an injury - hiked in the snow, gotten hypothermia and frostbite.

Now he was curled onto Roy's chest, shivering, face squeezed tight, clenching the Colonel's undershirt, covered by his military jumper and a - very thin - blanket. He had been groaning for the past five minutes, Roy insisting he was finally doing around after almost three hours.
He sat at the door watching to see if the - now - blizzard would slow - or get worse - from their position in the - luckily found - cave. Alternating between the outside disaster and the two lying on the floor of the cave covered in blankets.

"He's gonna flip when he comes around. If he realised what he was doing... I can't wait to see his reaction." letting out a little laugh as he turned to the storm.

"He'll wallop me! That isn't funny!" Roy demanded from his position with Ed.

"SHH! You'll wake him." Not able to wipe the grin off his face. It was just too good. If he had Hughes' camera or just Hughes.

Ed let out an uncomfortable groan

"He's coming around anyway..."

"What are we going to tell him... He isn't going to like this..." He turned his head towards the two and paused, "arrangement."

"I hate this as much as he does. He would of died-and still could for that matter."

Ed weakly tried to roll away from Roy who pulled the alchemist back. "He's definitely coming 'round."

Ed tried again, but Roy kept pulling him back. The blond groaned in pain when Roy rolled him back.

"What's his problem?!"

"Maybe he knows it's you." He laughed again

"This isn't funny, Havoc!" Roy sounding slightly panicked

That was when Ed went berserk. Ed started to roll around on the floor and make pained sounds.

"Ed, calm down! Tell us what's wrong."

Ed inhaled painfully and muttered "...Frostbite..." simultaneously.

"Oh, god! I am so sorry! OK, stay still on your back. We need to rewarm your skin." Roy then shot upstanding and fussed around with the water - he had previously melted -, a small towel and his gloves - which miraclely stayed dry -.

"What are you doing?"

"Warming up this water, putting it then on this towel. Which I will then place on his shoulder. To rewarm the skin."

"Oh..." He learnt this in his first aid course he'd forgotten about.

The brown haired alchemist then placed the warm towel on his shoulder. The child's face softened and the teen let out a relaxed sigh. "Leg..." Ed muttered

"Both!" He couldn't think of the pain that the kid went through walking on a frostbitten port.

"We really shouldn't be surprised. For Fullmetal, the snow was knee deep." Roy smirking as he warmed another towel.

"You have a point."

"Not short..." Ed said weakly

"Sure thing." Sarcasm thickly spread on Roy's words as he placed the towel on the boys pant leg. The young soldier relaxing more, looking like he was about to fall asleep. Roy then placed his jumper under the child's head as he drifted.

"Poor kid." He muttered

"At Least, he didn't reopen his wound."

This will be a two-shot like stated in the summary. Will write and post that ASAP XD

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