Okay, sorry, I promised it wouldn't be weeks when I updated, but…it turned out to still end up that way. Please don't kill me! And since I don't exactly have much time here, I won't be listing all the people who reviewed, but still, I want to say thanks to all of you! And please, review! Cause some of you just follow it…how hard is it to just say, "Keep updating!" or "I like it!" or whatever else. But still, I do like the follows…anyway, on with the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: Heh, you thought I was going to say story, didn't you? Anyway, I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.

And it just so happened that right then, my leg gave an audible groan, and the kneecap popped right off. My automail leg, I mean. If it was my real leg…ugh. Okay, I don't want to think about that. The bottom half fell apart, screws and wires coming loose and metal pieces sliding off.

"…WHAT?! Great," I muttered. I had totally forgotten about my bad automail leg, totally ignoring its squeaking and creaking, pushing it way past its limit. Bending down, I carefully picked up every screw and other parts along with my kneecap, and took note of my surroundings so that after my automail repairs I could come back and track him down.

Slowly standing up again, I hobbled my way back to Winry's house, carefully clutching onto all the pieces. It took a while, and by the time I finally rung the doorbell-since I forgot my keys-it was already 1:00 pm. Stomach growling, I impatiently rung it a few more times, and when it was clear that nobody was going to come open the door, I set down all the stuff I'd been carrying, and used alchemy to unlock it.

"Umm, Winry?" I ventured inside the house. Setting my stuff down on the kitchen table, I got a quick, refreshing drink of water, then headed toward her workshop. A feeling of dread started growing in the pit of my stomach, but as I peeked behind the partially open door, no random guy was spotted, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But…no Winry was in sight either. Huh. Then, I heard a sound.

The sound of arguing floated down the stairs; curious, I wandered over and made my way painfully up the stairs. After all, I could only rely on one of my legs. Shuffling forward as quietly as possible, the voices gradually became more distinct, and I recognized the, to be Winry's and another guy's. Probably that one guy…who she was sucking face with the other day. I barely restrained myself from marching right in there and punching him in the face as I realized just what they were arguing about.

"You know what, Winry? You're probably just going to break up with me now. I saw that look on your face, when he came in. You-"

"I'm not going to! I've already told you! I'm not, okay? I love you, Pitt, and, and…and you can't start doubting me! Aren't couples supposed to be trusting toward each other?"

Winry sounded like a trapped animal, backed up into a corner with no way out. She sounded desperate, so afraid that Pitt would drop her. Oh, it was all my fault. Because I left her, she was afraid that eventually this other guy-apparently his name was Pitt-would also leave her, and she was reaching out and clinging tightly onto any hope she would ever have.

"…have just pushed me out the door when Edward arrived? You realized he did come back, and you decided that he was just better than me. You didn't even fix my automail on my appointment day! You just totally forgot about me!"

God, this guy was so full of envy…something I had learned a longtime ago was best not to have too much of around.

"Urgh! Pitt! Come on, please! Just give me another chance to make it up to you!" Now she sounded close to tears.

"You know what, forget it. We'll talk about this another time."

As he angrily rushed out the room, Pitt noticed me, roughly gave me a push as he swept by, along with a dirty look. A few moments later, the door downstairs slammed violently, and Winry gave a little sniff, then slowly shuffled out. Even when she was crying, she was beautiful. Her long, lemon blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a little messy but still cute. Baby blue eyes stared at me, surprised, and small, pink lips parted slightly.

"Wh-what are you doing?" There was a silence, not necessarily awkward, but not really comfortable either. "Umm…" I gestured to my destroyed automail leg, and her eyes widened in disbelief. "WHAT! You broke your automail again?! UGH, well, come downstairs into the workshop, and I'll fix it up."

Good old Winry. She was still the same old automail geek.

Okay, yeah, that REALLY SERIOUSLY sucked. It was just a random chapter, and it took me forever to come up with something. Only last night, when I was just lying in bed, a "light bulb" moment came to me, and I was like, "Yes! This is it! I can finally finish that stupid little chapter I started like a week ago this way!" But anyway…PLEASE REVIEW PEOPLE and I know a lot of people say this, but I really, really do mean it! I mean, those of you who are authors, you understand, right? …Right? Well, anyway, it really does mean a lot to me. REVIEW. PLEASE.

~paracuties