Hi everyone! I'm totally in love with Ed and winry, so meh.

Title: Waiting

Pairing: Ed x Winry

Rating: Pg-13 for the f-bomb.

I luff you all. I'm going to delete my previous stories and start over with this account though…o.o; Expect to see some oneshots like this from me. :3

Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

The house was almost eerily silent except for this sound, which seemed to reverberate among the dark walls. The noise had been continuous for the past three or so hours, and who was making it?

Why, Edward Elric.

Said man was sitting in a small wooden chair in the half-empty kitchen, legs outstretched beneath the oak table. He was wearing his usual black getup, the crimson coat he usually donned hanging off the back of his chair limply. One of the blonde's hands was at his side, holding a very worn-looking lighter.

Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

Of course…it would not light. Aside from the fact that it was lacking any fluid, the trinket was bent everywhere, and probably didn't work with or without any fuel. Ed knew that. And yet he continued to run his thumb down the igniter, creating the infernal clicking sound. If our resident mechanic had been there, surely the alchemist would have a rather large wrench lodged in his skull.

But she wasn't there. No one was in the dark house except for the 'pipsqueak', who, in fact…wasn't exactly a pipsqueak. Edward had grown several inches, and had to at least be taller than Ling by then. His hair was longer, but remained in it's uniform ponytail, ending just above the small of his back. His automail…was not present. In fact, it was lying on the table in a heap. With just one look a person could tell that they were far too small for the recently grown boy. Perhaps that was why he was sitting alone in the house, gazing out at the barely-lit sky as nightfall came. His eyes had changed…thinner, and the color more…dull.

Flick.

"…God damnit…" The voice was barely audible, even in the dead-silent house. A husky sort of matureness now rested in his throat, another thing he must have gained with his age. Age. How old was he now, anyways? Maybe countless years had passed since his last visit to this house…maybe it had only been one or two. Whatever. Not like it mattered or anything.

All that mattered was that he was going to see her. Even though boxes lay all about the kitchen, evident that she was about to move. As usual, she left the house a complete mess. Things that weren't packed were thrown on the floor, one of which was the doll, now old and worn, that Al and Ed had made for dear Winry on her birthday. Not even the stupid dog was there to keep him company, not the smell of grease or his makeshift grandmother.

Okay, fine, Den was a good dog.

The one-legged man stood the best his could, using his one good hand to balance himself against the wall. He needed to move around…hopefully get outside if he could. He winced, feeling the ports on his arm and leg 'bite' into him painfully, protesting to his movement. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to go so long without a visit…he sure had had a hell of a time trying to get here with automail that didn't fit. And he sure got stares from all sorts of people, especially on the train that he had taken so many times.

"When the fuck are you going to come to get your stuff?" He hissed out as he hobbled along the hallway, his bangs sweeping in front of his eyes every so often. He could feel sweat start to appear on the nape of his neck from his effort, and promptly fell backwards onto the carpet. He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling through his thick hair. He hated feeling vulnerable. Especially when he needed to get to the front door of the house he knew so well. He needed to see if anyone was coming, if he wasn't just crazy. I mean, this was their house, right?

The lighter was still in his hand. Ed turned his gaze to the old lighter, and flicked it once again with his gloved flesh hand. He grinned grimly, eyes narrowing in their shadowed state. That goddamn pyro, leaving nothing but this as a memory of his stupid antics. If only it worked. Then he could actually make use of it on this stupid house--

His train of thought was completely lost when he heard the door creak open slowly, followed by light footsteps on the wooden floor. He remained completely still and waited for the casual humming to cease, which it did. This utter silence was followed by a thump as Winry dropped an empty box, no doubt to finish packing. She stared with wide cerulean eyes, which soon started to shine with tears. Her lip trembled dangerously, and it was not until then that Edward realized how…well, unchanged she was. Sure her hair was a bit longer, and she looked older than when he had last seen her, but her fire was still there.

Said fire was what caused the girl to burst into tears and fall to her knees, her legs guiding her to her childhood friend's side. And what seemed to be a potentially tender moment soon turned into one of anger when her fist, yes, her fist, collided with the light skin of her fellow occupant's face.

"What the hell are you doing here, you idiot!" She cried, her eyes now filled with anger. "What makes you think that you can come back here without warning after five years! Can you even think about how worried I've been? No letters, no checkups, I thought you were DEAD for fuck's sake!" Though her tone was unforgiving, the girl looked just as vulnerable as Ed felt. "And NOW you come back? After Pinako's died? After Risenbool's been invaded..." She calmed down after her short outburst, and now just stared at Ed. "…why, Ed?"

And of course he was at a loss for words. His cheek still ached...probably because she had some serious muscles in her arms from being a mechanic. "…Other than needing some new automail…" He muttered in his changed voice, pushing himself into a sitting position with his one arm. "…I needed to make sure you were here." He paused. "Alive."

Winry blinked. "Why wouldn't I be? Stop being stupid." She mumbled, frowning at the prostrate man on the floor. "…I'll make you some automail…but you can't just come here. How long have you been waiting anyways?"

"Three weeks."

And Winry's eyes were the size of dinner plates. "…why? You don't need automail that badly…and you shouldn't wait so long just to see me…" She was silence when his lips were pressed firmly on her mouth. Shock was clearly an understatement for the expression plastered on the girl's face as Edward pulled away, glaring sternly at her with his piercing eyes. The lighter lay forgotten on the raggedy carpet.

"That should say enough." Once again, he paused. "Shrimp-girl."

OKeydokey. Please comment and stuffs…my first FMA fic, let alone EdxWin. Whew. I hope it doesn't suck. o-o