As You Wish

Fic by zutto rewrite

Summary: Mangabased. Winry's not enjoying her summer break like she'd hoped to, and Pinako thinks she has just what might cheer Winry up: the classic story about the lovely Buttercup waiting for her Westley to return to her.

Disclaimer: Don't own shiot…

Dedicated to 'Princess Bride' lovers everywhere (who also happen to love FMA…). You know who you are.

Chapter 1

Winry Rockbell, age seventeen, already had much to be proud of. She had a flourishing career in Rush Valley selling top-of-the-line automail through her apprenticeship with the infamous Garfiel, and already had been mass-producing her very own designs that were growing with respect and popularity in the automail market.

Another summer had arrived bringing promise of profit, but Garfiel had other plans. Determined to get a vacation in before the fall 'rush in Rush Valley', as the locals referred to it, Winry found herself back home in quiet Resembool, determined that a bit of relaxation was what she'd get.

Since Winry was just as antsy as famous Edward Elric was most of the time, that didn't last long.

Her long summer hours are now spent in her Granny's shop correcting and perfecting orders, experimenting with new techniques, and even showing her dear Granny a thing or two she'd picked up working in the automail capitol.

At the end of every tiring day, she can curl up in her bed, Den resting at her feet, and feel accomplishment wash over her as she falls in to a content sleep.

If it was that simple, her sleep would be as rewarding as it is to everyone else; waking the next morning with a stretch and a face set to start a new day.

It wasn't that simple for Winry.

She would collapse on her pillows tonight like any other, a satisfied sigh escaping, happy with the day's progress. Then she will realize that it was time to turn off her light, allowing the darkness to creep in- along with endless stream of images and emotions that had plagued her nightmares for the longest time- and be present with her once more.

Edward laying in a deserted alley, covered with blood…

Edward tortured in a dark corridor, cries of pain and misery erupting from his strained throat…

Edward pulling at his clothes, his hair, agony in every sob as he cries over a motionless heap of armor…

Edward… it's always Edward…

'Edward…'

"Edward!!!"

Winry awoke panting and sat strait up. Her hands flew to her mouth before she could let the sob that was pushing its way up her throat escape.

'Another nightmare…'

She gripped the covers tightly with her fists to regain control of her shaking body. It was two in the morning, and the third time that week she had awaken in such a still hour of the night.

"Damn him…" She whispered harshly, "damn that SHRIMP!!!" She hated how her best friend was the military's dog, that her precious automail is subjected to dangerous situations she is never informed about, and how repairs of said automail is the only way she can actually get him to visit her.

Miles past everything else, she hated how her constant worry effects her so much.

"It's not fair…" her eyes were blazing in the soft moonlight, "Last month's visit was the first time I had seen him in ages. He doesn't care, why should I? I shouldn't care this much!"

'… but I do.'

Pinako watched her granddaughter with growing concern the next morning as Winry went about the task of attempting her daily routine. Her eyes were glazed over and a little puffy, her blonde locks more disoriented than usual underneath her bandanna.

'That girl hasn't been getting enough sleep.' she thought as Winry shuffled by with some scrap metal for an order due in a week. Pinako sighed and set her teacup down next to the display of pictures by their telephone, nibbling on her pipe and staring at a couple thoughtfully.

'It's all because of you two.' Her eyes were resting on a photo of the two brothers and Winry under a tree.

"Granny, have you seen my pliar set?" Pinako turned, scrutinized Winry's appearance for a spell before taking a long suck from her pipe.

"Why don't you try your front pockets."

Winry's eyes shot down to her overalls. She grabbed the box sticking haphazardly out of her pocket and laughed nervously. "Heh, you really take care of me, Granny."

"Sit down, Winry."

Winry blinked. "What's wrong, Granny?"

"It's my job to ask you that, now sit down."

Winry plopped down on the loveseat, her arms crossed. "I'm fine Granny, really, I'm just-"

"-worried about them, I know."

Winry was wearing a sad smile, and was fiddling with her hands. "They're not kids anymore, I've realized that a while ago, but… there's so much danger out there, and they keep throwing themselves in it…"

Pinako studied her granddaughter carefully. 'Those damn boys… their visits aren't enough to make her feel any better, won't they realize that? And that shrimp has made it worse, it seems.' She growled into her pipe, making Winry raise an eyebrow at her. 'He probably has no clue about how she feels. It's plain as day… gotta wonder exactly how thick that skull of his is.'

She returned her granddaughter's look with a cocky smile. 'I'm not seeing this situation getting any better next week…'

It was as if a light had went on in her head.

"Winry…" her smile widened to a devious grin. "Stay put a second, alright?"

"Um…?" Pinako had already disappeared up the stairs. She came back down minutes later holding a book and idly nibbling her pipe.

"You've been much to wound up lately to be any use to me. Here." she tossed the book to Winry who caught it, stunned. "Relax a bit, will you? Take a few days and unwind."

"But-"

"I can handle the orders for now. Don't worry about that."

"But-"

"And if you even think of stepping foot in the shop… don't forget, your not the only woman in this house that can arm herself with a wrench!" Winry winced visibly.

"Granny, you can't…. Automail's the only thing I have to-"

"I just did! And grow up a little." She smiled more warmly at her granddaughter. "That book is quite special, you know… it helped one of my dearest friends through the hardest of times. I have a feeling you'll enjoy it as well."

With another suck of her pipe, Pinako waved in a mock 'see you later' and disappeared into the shop. Not even a second after the door slammed behind her, Winry heard the distinct click of a metal latch.

She slouched low in the couch, grimacing. 'She's making me break from automail? To do what… READ??' As if to seal her fate, Winry finally examined the book.

" 'The Princess Bride,'" She read aloud.

Alrighty, thanks for reading! I expect this to be about ten or so chapters, and most are written out long-hand already, so it shouldn't take me too long.

Just don't kill me if I procrastinate. I am in college, after all.

But I also love FMA… and that side of the battle is winning….

-Adaptations for the fiction-

As some already know, novelist William Goldman wouldn't even be born yet in this time period, so to save debate I'm just making him seem like an author that's been long since dead and his works in the FMA world are revered as classics. Work with me, if your still reading this it's because you've already read the book or at least seen and fell in love with the movie, right? Huh? Yeah, thought so…. :P

Also, It's been a while since I'd read 'The Princess Bride', so I don't quite remember if the phrase 'as you wish' is in it or if it was just a movie thing. In my fic, it's a book thing, got it? Mmmk….

Enjoy!