Yes, I'm finally back.

I just re-watched the entire Fullmetal Alchemist series during my spring break, and I realized how much I actually loved the series. So, of course, I decided to come back from my little "writer's block" with an FMA fic.

This story pretty much consists of 2 oneshots. This is the first, a little episode of Ed and Winry. I'm thinking this took place sometime when Ed went back to Resembool to get his automail fixed after his confrontation with Scar...

Standard disclaimers apply, and the characters are a little OOC, I must admit... Hope you enjoy!

The night sky in Resembool was exactly as Edward remembered it from three years ago. The stars glistened in the night sky like a million diamond pieces. The beauty was constant, and had not changed or withered with time as everything else seemed to have.

He reached his right arm, the cold automail, to the sky. The piece of metal had then become a perfectly natural part of him, probably owing to the superb craftsmanship by his childhood pal.

Winry.

He lowered his arm and closed his eyes. The days he spent with her and Al in his hometown, when his mother was still alive and Den did not have his automail, seemed like an eternity ago. And it almost was, just not in terms of time. With everything that had happened between the time their mother died until now, Edward did not feel at all like the fifteen-year-old he was.

Amidst all of that, something had grown in him that he really rather it hadn't.

"Ed?"

A voice he knew too well rained on him from above. He opened his eyes, and saw a pair of eyes the warmest shade of blue looking at him with concern.

"Winry, what are you doing out here?"

"Right back at you. You're going to catch a cold or something…"

Winry's long hair tickled his cheeks as she leaned down to talk to him. He sat up quickly and turned away, trying to hide the color rising in his cheeks. She seemed surprised by his reaction, but sat down beside him anyway. She must have taken shower or something, because her hair was damp and she smelled like…vanilla, he guessed. He never understood how girls expected you to know exactly what their shampoo was supposed to smell like, and why they got so upset when you got it wrong. Either way, the point was that the smell was not helping at all.

"I…just wanted to think. Alone."

Ed thought the last word came out a little more pointed than he'd liked, but Winry only smiled wryly in return.

"You do too much of that. Ed, please. Am I really not that trustworthy?"

"It's not a trust thing…I just…can't."

"You're such an idiot."

"You'll have to be more creative than that to get through my thick skull."

"I've noticed."

Winry sighed. Edward looked her way; it wasn't everyday such a headstrong girl sighed in front of people. He immediately regretted it. It was a full moon that night, and the soft light reflecting off of her hair and skin made her look like some fallen angel. He remembered some lecture by Mustang on how women you thought you knew would knock you off your feet under the moon. He tried to shake it off –it was Winry for heaven's sake– but he probably knew, better than anyone, that he was just in denial.

She shivered, and only then did Edward notice she was only wearing a tank top. He would have lent her a jacket if he was wearing one, but he wasn't. He wondered if he should move closer to her to keep her warm, but he was too preoccupied with the idea of physical proximity. He was starting feel sick as it was, another inch closer would have killed…

She sneezed, and he ended up putting his left arm around her and pulling her closer. The vanilla (or so he thought) smell tickled his nose, and her warm breath near his ears caused some odd knot inside him somewhere.

"I miss you."

Winry whispered into his ear, and it was his turn to shiver. Just not for the same reason. The worst part was that she was completely oblivious.

"I'm here."

"No, not the way you were here when we were small. We've changed, and I know it's inevitable since we're still growing up, but still…"

"I wish that I could have stayed like that too."

Probably more than you do, Edward added in his mind. How nice would it be if he could go back to those days, before they tried to bring back their mother, before they left Resembool, before…

Before he had fallen for Winry the way he had.

"Ed, look at the stars."

Winry spoke out of the blue. She leaned ever so slightly towards Edward, and he suddenly became aware of how close Winry really was to him. He turned away again, and that knot inside him became tighter. He knew that she probably was smiling, and he hated himself for not being able to smile quite the way she could. He hated himself for not being able to enjoy that precious moment with a childhood friend quite as innocently as she probably was.

"You remember how we used to watch the stars all the time? In the fields? And we'd either get home too late or fell asleep there, and our…parents would get so mad at us. You, me, Al. Just the three of us."

"It's all gone now."

"…But why?"

Her voice shook as she looked up, trying to catch Edward's gaze. He deliberately averted his eyes from her, though, and she knew it. She just did not know why.

"Edward, look at me!"

She grabbed his chin and forced him to face her. But she looked so lost and afraid, her eyes wavering against the world. It was painful to see her s, but what really was taking his attention was his skin burning where Winry had touched him. His pulse was drumming in his ear, and he knew he had to look away if he wanted to keep his cool.

"Winry…"

"Please… Don't leave me alone."

Maybe it was her uncharacteristically weak voice. Maybe it was the desperation in how he she held him. Edward blamed it on the damned moon that was making them both so emotional.

He pulled her into an embrace and kissed her.

It wasn't a gentle or romantic kiss like either had dreamed of. It was hungry, and hard, and forced. Their teeth clashed, and the taste of iron filled their mouths. It was passionate, but in a savage, violent way.

And it felt so goddamned empty.

Edward let go. Winry was shaking, but he wasn't sure if it was because she was cold or if she was scared. Probably both. She was crying too. A wave of guilt slowly washed onto him.

"I'm sorry."

He said as he pulled away. He tried to look away too, but in vain; she just held his gaze, his entire existence, in her spell.

"Ed…"

"…I'm sorry. I…I really should go now."

If I don't want to hurt you anymore, he thought as he ripped his eyes off of Winry. It felt like he ripped a small part of himself. He stood up and faced his back to her, unable to stand the pain. The pain that he had caused, he knew, but hurt him nonetheless.

"Edward, don't…"

Winry grabbed his left sleeve and pulled it toward her wet cheek. She did not continue her sentence; instead, she held on to Ed's sleeve as though her entire life depended on it.

"Winry, please let go."

She merely shook her head. Edward was scared that the weird knot inside him would make him lose control, again, and hurt Winry, again. But by then, that knot was gone and was replaced by sadness.

Goddamned empty sadness. Like he was hollow, when Al was the one supposed to be an empty armor.

Edward slowly sat down again, still facing his back to her. But he did not pull away when Winry hugged him from behind. It was just them, and the somehow distant warmth of each other. Winry continued to cry on his shoulder until the night broke, and the beautiful stars were replaced with an equally beautiful sunrise.

Winry slowly pulled away from Edward's back, and walked back into the house. Neither said a word, then or later. The day went on as if nothing had happened that night.

And Edward was left alone to wonder if anything that night really happened, and what Winry had meant to say after the word, "don't".

I wanted to write and EdWin where they both love each other, but while Edward is painfully aware of his feelings, Winry is still not sure. Edward takes that uncertainty as a rejection, so he tries to control his feelings but does not succeed...

Special thanks to: E.S., who I plagued with random questions while writing this fic, and reckless-rage, who sent me a nice PM...

and all of you who are reading this right now!