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Chapter One

Today had to honestly be the longest day of my life.

Exhausted I walked through the front door and dropped everything on the ground where I stood, too tired to care if my suit case had opened up and clothes were currently pouring out, and much too tired to care if I had woken anyone u—

Oh right. I forgot.

Sighing I made my way upstairs to the bathroom, figuring I would feel much better if I could just take a nice hot shower to calm my frazzled nerves. Rush Valley was still just the same, but how a vacation there turned into a long week of hard work I'll never know. I'll just pick up my things later, in fact, I'll just clean up altogether … in the morning that is. My head was starting to hurt and it was starting to get to the point where I felt like my brain was trying its hardest to escape my skull.

The shower was indeed relaxing and it actually helped my headache a bit. The hot water ended all too quickly though and I was forced to leave the safe haven of the bathroom and venture out into the big lonely yellow house of mine.

Dressing slowly I ran a brush through my damp hair and stared at myself blankly in the mirror. I noticed my eyes were a dull blue color, not like the sparkling crystal he had once said they were when we were younger. My hand went limp suddenly at the seemingly old black and white memory and the brush clattered noisily on the floor. Why did I have to think of him all of a sudden? Wasn't it enough that he haunted all of my dreams… even my day dreams? Tears welled up in my eyes as they travelled to the bed where an old familiar red coat laid.

Slowly I walked over and shrugged it on, the tears finally escaping down my cheeks as I brought the fabric to my nose. After three years it still smelled somewhat like him, of course that's probably because I refused to wash the thing. It's kind of pathetic I know but why should I? This was my only connection I still had to the idiot… it was the only thing I had that still allowed me to hold on to hope and in turn keep myself sane.

Well, that and some of Granny's old spirits.

I glanced at the bottle and glass on my bedside table and sighed. Just one glass, that would definitely help me get to sleep now that I have managed to wind myself up. Pouring it I noticed that my hands were shaking slightly and I was amazed at how just an old fleeting memory of him could cause me to act like this.

Downing the drink quickly I poured myself another one… and then another… and then another, until I found my head felt like it was floating and I found myself in the sweet arms of darkness where thoughts of Granny and Edward Elric couldn't get to me.

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Sunlight hit my eyelids and in turn my brain like someone had just swung a sack of bricks at me. Rolling over I tried to avoid the pain that the damn light was bringing but it was too late, the damage was already done. Reluctantly I rolled back over and swung my feet down on the cool wooden floor, the temperature forcing my eyes open and a stabbing pain to run like lightning through my head.

Uh, great. A hangover.

I never was much of a drinker, I don't know why I always try to carry on like I am, probably because Granny was, and I am after all her granddaughter. Groaning I managed to make my way downstairs, suddenly remembering that I had left all of my luggage and tools at the front door, not that I should really worry, it wasn't like I was waiting for anyone to walk through there. Only three people knew where the spare key was at and all three of those people were gone. I groaned again at the thought of the heavy bags. Having to haul that crap up and downstairs in my condition was going to be a hassle. Maybe I should get a glass of water and some aspirin first.

As I reached the bottom stair a quick survey of the living room and front door found that my luggage wasn't there anymore. Had I brought them upstairs last night? That's funny because I could have sworn that I had just left them there last night. Shrugging I continued on to the kitchen, that was something that I would just have to worry about later, I'm pretty sure that my stuff didn't just walk away.

Rounding the corner I glanced up and gave a quick "Hey Al," before turning to the sink and grabbing a glass. Then that's when it hit me. I spun back around and there, sitting at the kitchen table was indeed Alphonse Elric, sipping what looked like some tea out of my favorite mug. He smiled back, giving a soft "Hey Winry," and I could vaguely remember the glass slipping from my hand until it was too late and it's loud shattering brought me back to reality.

"Hey what's all the commotion about?"

My head whipped around only to come face to face with a pair of golden eyes.

Instantly my heart stopped as that damn crooked smile spread across his strikingly handsome face. He laughed slightly and smiled wider, opening his arms wide. "He Win, we're home."

The spinning in my head and the churning in my stomach got the best of me. I had no time to get to the toilet upstairs and even the sink which was right next to me before my stomach decided to empty itself. Darkness crept up into the corners of my eyes as I vaguely felt myself hitting the floor and the last thing I remembered seeing was Ed's confused and worried face.

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That's it for the first chapter… please review and let me know what you think! Thanks!