Broken Automail

by T. J. Maddness

Ed has been gone a week and already needs his favourite mechanic! And she is not impressed. (My first attempt at writing fan fic and this was also written on my phone!) Possibley the prologue of a full story if I scoop up the courage to write it.

"Rockbell Automail Services, How can we help?"

"Hi Winry."

"Edward? Missed me already?" Winry laughed, glad to hear Eds voice. It had only been a week since Ed had left to explore the West of Amestris.

"Uh yeah, sure," Ed replied sheepishly. Winry tensed. Something was wrong. "So I need to ask a favour-"

"You broke it already didnt you?" Winry growled down the phone. She knew that sheepish tone too well.

A musical laughed came down the line.

"YOU DID! HOW THE HELL DID YOU MANAGE THAT YOU IDIOT YOUVE NOT EVEN BEEN GONE A WEEK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY AUTOMAIL!" Winry yelled, almost throwing the handset in frustration.

"Hey! It wasn't my fault! Some idoit in town called me short! Well actually it turns out he said I had mud on my shirt but I thought he said short, and well you know how I get. Ha ha! But he was the one who over reacted I didn't deserve that-"

"You got into a fight?!"

"It wasn't a fight exactly! But he started it when he-"

"Why are you even getting mad about bejng called short? You aren't short anymore you moron!"

"It was a knee-jerk reaction I couldn't help it!"

"A knee-jerk reaction that broke my precious automail that I slaved over for you! You are so careless Ed!"

"I know, I know! I'm sorry Winry!"

"Come home," Winry sighed. Listening to Edwards bumbling excuses was enough to break her frostiness. Not enough to stop it completely but enough to stop the yelling.

"I'll be on the next train home I promise!" Ed laughed, clearly relieved Winry had stopped trying to scream his ears off.

"Uh huh."

"I miss you, Winry," Edward whispered. He sounded like he meant it.

Winry sighed again. She would never say it to him but she was elated at the thought of him coming home so soon. They had left things so up in the air at the trainstation. What are you supposed to do when you declare your love for someone and they hop on a train to the West? Sit and tinker with automail and apple pies, that's what.

"Just get home so I can fix your stupid leg. I have a business to run you know. And if you miss that train you can damn well hop home!" She could practically hear Ed wince. "And I miss you too," she muttered before she slammed the phone down with a clang.

Winry let out an exasperated sigh. Stupid boy. When would he learn to look after his automail?

Never. That's when. Never. He'd need Winry to fix him up for the rest of his hot headed life.