Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist Another Trip By: Stacey

Chapter 1

I was very busy that morning In Risembool, working on an auto mail leg. Concentrating, working so very hard not to leave a single finger print as I carefully spun in another screw. The intricate design reminded me of Edward's auto mail. But this design I worked on so carefully would earn me and granny so much money.

All of then I felt a warm slobbery felling on my lap. I flinched dropping a screw to the floor letting it roll under my desk. I found that it was Den resting his head on my lap with that silly innocent smile of his as if he has done nothing wrong, wanting me to pet him.

"Winry, better get down here!" Called Pinako from down stairs.

"Coming!" I shouted back putting my things down and running down the stairs. Pinako sat in the small kitchen table holding the phone.

"It's Edward…" She said, "Don't be surprised if his auto mail is busted again."

I took the phone from her, "Ed?" I asked shyly.

"Hey Winry, how've you been, working on a project or what, he he-"

"Just tell me what happened..."

"Yeah well… You see, me and Al need a little fix here and-"

"Don't tell me you've ruined another one! Oh please Edward I worked so hard on that!"

"Calm down, calm down! It's not that bad… Only a little dent or two…"

"One dent or Fifty dents Ed, I work my ass off on your auto mail and then you just go and snap it in half!"

"Well the real problem is that neither me nor Al can get to Risembool so we need you here!"

"Why can't you get here?" I asked suspiciously. I was on the urge of being totally pissed off now.

"It's not like my legs destroyed too Winry, Geez!"

"But Ed, I'm in the middle of a project and…Wait that means your leg is blown too!? Let me guess your in the hospital?"

"Um, well… Yeah..."

"You're an idiot, I'll be there..." I mumbled and hung up. "How, I work so hard and he destroys my auto mail like it means nothing to him!"

"Now, now Winry-"

But I didn't listen, I marched right up to my work space and threw my self into the chair. No mater what I do, that auto mail is always a goner. I hung my head with a sigh and pushed away the unfinished auto mail leg that was going to be worth hundreds, and started a new arm, then to do a new leg and to pull another all-nighter, working on auto mail that I know as soon as I leave will be destroyed again… But he was my best friend so I really had no choice. Plus it wasn't like it was his choice to have auto mail.

It took me two full days to finish the one arm! Pinako couldn't help because she had to finish another order. The one customer was a pain, ordering that we get him his hands the very next day. Therefore I had no choice but to work non-stop for four days straight. Not your average teenage girl's life, but then again, Ed wasn't your average fifteen year old either.