I wrote this a while back, and then promptly forgot about it. I stumbled across it this morning while clearing out some computer files, and thought I may as well post it. I would think it's set in an imaginary future, where Ed is fucking old enough.
I own the words, and some of the letters. That's it.
"Ed?" Winry asked, opening the door to his bedroom. "Are you in here? Do you know where Colonel Mustang-" She stopped.
"Ah." Someone said.
"Winry? Are they up there?" Al called, coming up the stairs.
"Um…" The mechanic seamed a little beyond words. No wonder really. She had indeed found Colonel Mustang. In Ed's bed. Naked. With Ed lying atop him, seemingly asleep.
Roy gave Ed a shake.
"Ed? Ed, wake up." He was answered with an annoyed groan.
"You can't have enough energy to do it again, surely…" the blond alchemist mumbled.
"No, it's not that." Roy answered tensely. Winry was still stunned, but there was no telling when exactly she was going to become unstunned and go for the wrench.
Ed finally opened his eyes and pushed himself up a little.
"Ah, crap," he cursed, seeing Winry frozen at the door, and his brother just catching site of them from the hallway.
"You see?"
Al, seeing that Winry was still not moving, pulled her back and slammed shut the door. The mechanic finally responded, gaping at Al and motioning the door, as if to say 'did I really just see that'.
"Well, I guess that explains why Ed never got a girlfriend" He hazarded, as the two walked quickly away from the bedroom and it's guilty occupants. Not quickly enough to avoid hearing-
"Ed, we have GOT to start locking that door."
-though.
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