Conny: Hi again. It's... *Checks calender* Oh, it's Friday. I suppose you want to read Ed's First Chapter, am I right? Well... not yet. I want to say thank you to those who reviewed. And to those who read. Also, Lowell decided to take a break on here... Because he's busy with the Xbox 360. It'll be me for a while, I suppose.

DISCLAIMER: I've had enough of this, but I'm paraniod that someone is going to tell on me for not giving credit to FMA's author for the characters and the original plot. Anyways, I only own this purely imagined plot, nothing else.

(Ed's POV)

I opened my eyes and looked around my room. "I swore I heard someone…" I looked around again, only to find the blank walls and a single window. "Al…?" I wearily call to my little brother, but he didn't respond. "Alphonse…?" Still nothing. So it wasn't him talking, but who would it be? It's not like anyone would break in, especially because everyone knows I live here… "What was that…?" I tried to remember what the voice said, or if it was even there. "Good night…" That's what it said, and I think it was a female talking. Ugh… I have to be imagining this. I tap the side of my head, trying to ignore the assumption that it was Winry that said good night. I try going back to bed, hopefully nothing will freak me out during the night.

I awoke with a start. It has only been a few hours, since I last woke up. It's two in the morning, and a strong storm was brewing outside. Thunder blared in the atmosphere, while lightning illuminated the night sky. Rain poured from the heavens, pelting the streets with a chilled strike. "Ha… I bet I could write a story with my description of this simple thunderstorm…" I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep because of the noise, so I decided to watch the storm from my window. "I bet Alphonse is sleeping like a baby in this." Sure enough, I heard snoring from across the hall. A small smile crept along my lips, only because it's funny that Al snores, but he doesn't know how bad it is. Another clap rang through my ears, catching my attention again. "I guess the storm's jealous that it's not being watched…" I know I'm fantasizing a bit, but it's nice, sometimes, to imagine things. Things like, Winry being here with me. Watching with her dazzling blue eyes, and her leaning against me as we watch this beautiful display of nature. "Winry… I miss you…" I slowly lift my fingers and touch my lips. I don't know why, but I truly yearn for her again. Her lips. Her eyes. Her smile... Another crackle of thunder made me look back out the window. Bolts rained down to the earth, in the distance. I close my eyes, and try to remember Winry. It seems even harder now than ever to remember her face. It feels like an eternity has past since I've last seen her. I open my eyes again, just in time for a bolt to strike down before the window. My whole room is filled with the plasma light. My sight was clouded by a blinding glare. Soon the darkness took over again, but the odor of ozone remained. My eyes were sore from the over-exposure of light, so crawled back under bed. "Winry… if you could hear me… I love you…" I soon dozed off.

"Morning, Brother! I made scrambled eggs and toast!" Alphonse just had to interrupt my dream!

"Morning, Al… leave me alone…" You could probably guess who I was dreaming about…

"Brother… you weren't dreaming about W-" I had to cut in, because it's bad enough that I'm acting like a love-sick puppy, but he knew.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just stop right there. I know you're going to lecture me about how I haven't been the same since Winry came for a visit, but I don't need to hear it. I know I was a wreck after she left. I know I've been daydreaming about her too much. And I also know that I've been slacking off in everything. Work, chores, everything." Wow, I guess I was lecturing him this time around.

"Sheesh. Am I that bad, when I'm talking to you?" He jokingly asked me. I guess maybe he does lecture me the way I did him. Not that I would tell him that, or else he would get mad.

"You're not that bad. It's just I'm a bit… curious about something that happened last night, that it caused me to do that, just now." Al gave me a puzzled look, having his stormy gray eyes turn puppy-like. "Oh, no. I am not talking about it. I'm sure you're going to lecture me after it." I'm sure he would get a little talkative if I bring up something like "I thought I heard Winry's voice," then go on about how my dream went on. I would never talk about that dream. Ever.

"Brother… Tell me." I hate that determined voice he has. I guess he's adopted it from me.

"Well… somewhere around ten last night, I swore I heard Winry say good night to me." Al's biting the inside of his mouth, signaling he's thinking about what to say.

"Brother… are you ever going to let go…?" Those words weigh a lot more than they seem. My heart was about to crush from that question.

"No…" I know he's a little frustrated, but he understands. Al knows how I feel about Winry and how her leaving me made everything different.

"Ok, then." Al leaves my room, allowing some space for the both of us.

"Food still good?" I ask, as I find my little brother washing his dirty dishes.

"Of course." He sets the plate down and turns to face me. He puts his hands on his hips and makes a small, cute scowl. "When isn't my food good?" Sometimes, I have to stop myself from laughing because Alphonse can be a little girly.

"You're food is the best! Don't worry!" He calms down and goes back to washing. Just under my breath I let a little comment slip. "You don't have to act so gay…"

"Excuse me?" Al turns around so fast, that the plate he was holding falls out of his grip and breaks on the tiles. He's scary scowling now, and his grey eyes were glaring with such rage.

"Nothing, dearest brother~!" I restrain the urge to chuckle, which helps me a great deal. He's ranting, which almost breaks the dam that's holding back the laughter.

"You know what? Whatever, Strawberry Shortcake!" I start ranting, which doesn't really make things much better. …I should say a little something about that title… Some guy saw me one time, in the streets, but he only say the back of me. He didn't realize I was a guy until he touched my shoulder, turned me around and said "Hey, Strawberry Shortcake." Strawberry, for what he thought was my hair color, short for my size and cake because he thought I was a sweet girl. Not even seconds later, the guy was ground to a pulp and sent to the hospital. After that day, I heard that that man became asexual and never looked at anything the same way again. I suppose I did mentally scar him for the rest of his life, but he deserved it!

"Shrimp!"

"Girl!"

"Cream puff!"

"Chick!"

"Tick!"

"Mother Hen!"

"Short Moron!" I start to crack up a little bit, because that's really original.

"Miss Ladylike!" He starts to laugh at that, but Al is determined to have the last shout.

"Mr. Petite!" This is getting ridiculous.

"At least I'm a Mr.!"

"At least I have manners!"

"If you have manners, why aren't you using them now?" He opened his mouth, only to close it. He started to chew the inside of his cheek, thinking again.

"I guess it flew out the window when you said I was acting gay." I'm about to say something that goes against what he's saying, but… I did tease him about it…

"Ok… I'm sorry. You were acting like it, though…" That earned me a nice punch in the gut. I do deserve it, though. And I wouldn't punch Alphonse back because I'd end up using my fake fist and hurt him worse.

"If you say anymore about this, I'm going to make sure you're going to be lectured until the end of time…" It's bad enough I get one every time something about, or related to, Winry pops up. That's almost every day. But if I am to suffer the rest of my life with him going on and on about this small fight, I'm going to die young.

"Fine. I won't say a thing." We shake hands, to seal the deal. After that, we didn't do much.

It was just about time for me to turn in, until Alphonse grabbed my forearm.

"Brother…" He sounds a little… concerned, I guess.

"What's up?" He lets go of my arm and steps back.

"I know you're not going to let Winry go… and since many things, that are supposed to be impossible, happen… I want you to try to find a way back to Winry…" Al sounds like he's regretting his words, and I understand why. We both agreed not to try and make it back. We were together and that's what mattered. But since Winry came and told me her love, it changed our compromise.

"Al… we can't. Neither of us can perform alchemy, that permanent gate was closed, and we don't know how Winry was able to get here." All of that seemed to annoy Alphonse, because he yelled at me.

"Well, we have to try! I bet Winry is trying, right now! She's probably finding a way to either come here or get us back home! If she's trying, why aren't you?" I grab his shoulders and look him straight in the eyes.

"Listen to me! We've risked enough! I desperately want Winry back in my arms, but there's nothing I can do! I'm cursed to know that the one I love is the person I can never have!" Alphonse grabbed the collar of my shirt, making me drop my hands from his shoulders.

"No! You listen to me! When we thought I would be stuck in that armor for the rest of eternity, you shut down! Then Mustang showed you something to hope for! We both understood it would be a tedious task, but we went ahead with it anyways, even if it was a dead end! This may lead to more heartbreak, but at least try! For you and Winry!" He forcefully dropped his grip on my shirt, then looked away. "I'm sorry." His apology was thick with venom, although I don't know who he was directing it to. Me or himself. Now that his words were starting to sink in, I realize how annoying I must have been to him.

"No… I'm sorry, Al." I place my false hand on his shoulder, making him look towards me. "I'll try, for sure. Thanks for the lecture." I smile, gratefully. He smiles back with relief on his face.

Conny: And you're saying, "Next chapter, please?" And I would have to sigh and tell you no. I'm sorry, but I'm going to be good and only post on Fridays. Please review, because I assume you didn't like it if you didn't really voice your opinion. So, please?