Author's note: So I watched the Fullmetal Alchemist movie (aka downloaded fansub). Got really angry at it. So I'm writing this fic after that stupid movie to fix things. So if you didn't watch the movie, you may be confused. So sorry.

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"Alphonse, just get rid of it!" Next thing I know, Al gives me a direct kick to the stomach, and I'm definitely going down… actually, OFF the wagon! I fell on my back, my legs flying over my head so that my end position was a very graceful face plant.

"Brother!"

Yeah, now he thinks about the consequences of kicking me while I'm standing up in a wagon! And all over a damn kitten. I thought maybe he'd grown out of that phase after he no longer had empty armor to hide them in. But no, oh, no, kittens were still top priority.

"Alphonse," I growled, spitting a nice clump of dirt out of my mouth.

"Are you alright?" I was really expecting Al at this point, but it was a woman's voice… a familiar voice.

I looked up at her and could feel all the color drain from my face. "W… Winry?"

"You know my name?" She blinked, confused. "Have we met before? You do look familiar…"

"No." I pushed myself to my feet.

"You're bleeding!" She attacked my forehead with a handkerchief, her face no inches from min. I could feel my cheeks grow hot.

"Brother, are you okay!" Al ran up behind Winry, panting. "I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, yeah," I sighed. "Thanks for your help." I grabbed her hand that she was using to dab my head.

"That cut looks bad, you should get some stitches."

"Winry?" Al squeaked. "How did you get here?"

She turned to him, her hand slipping out of my grasp. "I've always been here! Who are you two? How do you know me?"

Before Al could go off the deep end, I moved over to him, putting him in a headlock. "I'm Edward Elric, and this is my little brother, Alphonse Elric."

"Edward?" Winry stared at me, making me uncomfortable. She laughed and directed her gaze at the ground, "I'm sorry."

"Brother!" I had forgotten that Al was still struggling in my headlock. I released him and he looked at me.

I blinked, the blood starting to run down between my eyebrows. I leaned in to him. "It's not the real Winry, so chill," I whispered.

"I know," he sighed. "You're bleeding everywhere."

"AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT?"

"Maybe if you were a little more graceful…"

"YOU KICKED ME OFF A FREAKING WAGO, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?"

"Do you know any place where we can get him fixed up?" Al asked Winry, ignoring the fight he was picking with me.

"My house! Come on!" She started walking off the road and into the woods. "I was only on my way to town, but it can wait."

"Sorry," I glared at Al.

"Yeah, sorry."

"It's no problem, I'll just get milk tomorrow."

"Milk?" My face scrunched up in disgust.

"Or maybe I should get some. It looks like you could use it, being so small."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORT!"

Both Winry and Al laughed hysterically as I pouted. I had at least grown three inches, so there was nothing to laugh at! Jerks!

We came out of the woods and into a big field, only three houses scattered in it. "Here we are!" She walked us to the closest one and pushed us through the door. "Victor? I'm home!"

A rather tall guy with brown hair and blue eyes walked into the room. "That fast?"

"I came upon a patient." She pointed at me. "He fell off a wagon."

"I WAS PUSHED!" I clarified angrily, glaring at Al and Winry.

"Either way, you got a nice head wound. This way." He herded us into the room he had just come out of, and then pushed me into a chair. "I have to say that this'll hurt, but you look sturdy enough, so tough it out." Victor sat in a chair across from me, an array of scary looking utensils next to him.

"How did you know Ed needed stitches?" Al stood nervously next to Winry.

"My grandma and grandpa where doctors, my dad and mom were doctors-"

"And she married a doctor," Victor laughed.

"Married!" I jumped, almost sending his tweezers for my eye.

"Stop moving," Victor hissed at me, poking me with a needle.

"When were you married?" Al sounded excited. Jerk.

"A year and a couple months ago. Just had a baby in spring." I moved my eyes to see her smile and my heart ached.

"A baby…" I whispered, the pain in my heart now beating out the pain in my head.

"Done," Victor leaned back in his chair. "Easy."

"Thanks," I grunted and stood. I made a run for the door, to get out of that house, to get away from the picture, away from the ass Victor.

Al ran after me, trying to grab hold of my shirt. "Brother!"

"We're getting the hell out of here, Al!"

He finally grabbed hold of me, pulling me to a stop. "Brother…"

"We're going back, Al," I grimaced, my heart still aching. "I can't stand another minute looking at this fake! We're going back to the real Winry."