A/N: HI EVERYBODY! Sorry for the long wait. Damn homework kept me from updating. Anyways, here is chapter 3 of The Alchemic Drabbles! Hope you enjoy! :)

BTW, from now on I'm going to do a small summary at the beginning so you know what you're getting into. So PLEASE read it first! I don't want to accidentally scar a person for life.

Summary: It's been a year after the Promised day and Al is growing suspicious of his brother and Winry. They've been doing something at night and Al's determined to find out what!

Disclaimer: Me no own FMA. Me no likey it though. Me wish me did. Me should stop referring to me as me! XP


1 year after the Promised day. Al had been restored, Ed had been partially restored, Mustang was climbing the ranks, Hawkeye was pulling the strings that made him climb the ranks, Havoc still had girl trouble, Winry still obsessed over automail, Ling was emperor, May was one of the best alkahestrists and everyone lived happily ever after. The end.

No.

You'd think that after all that trouble with the homunculi and the military, the Elric's would finally have some peace and quiet. Well, I hate to break it to you, but trouble finds them no matter what-with or without alchemy.

And that's why dear old Al here was worried. Now those who know Alphonse Elric know that he rarely ever worries about himself. During his fight with Pride, he'd been more worried about Heinkel dying than the fact that an all powerful homunculus was getting ready to tear him apart. When Greed captured him, demanding information about binding souls, Al had not even given a thought about the idea of being disected like a lab rat just for some answers-he'd fretted more over Ed's well being. Being smashed in the head and thrown through a wall just couldn't possibly be good for a persons health. Then there was that time with Barry the Chopper, the Nina and Tucker incident, Winry about to shoot Scar, just fights with Scar in general, the Promised day and so many more events. Through out all of these, he barely ever stopped to think of himself, always too worried for his friends and his brother.

Yes, Alphonse did indeed worry much more about the people he loved than himself. And in this matter, he was worried about Ed and Winry.

Ed of course was no surprise. He was literally a magnet for trouble. No matter where he went, a trail of chaos was always left in his wake. Winry was not much of a surprise either. Her crazy obsession with automail, her wrenches of doom and her very explosive temper was bound to get her in trouble sometime. Besides, she was with the Elric Brothers! That had to count for something, right?

A loud crash upstairs jarred Al back to reality. The Elric's had gone back to the Rockbell's house to get some repairs on Ed's automail leg after he trashed it in a fight again. The leg was still being repaired when...stuff started happening.

Lately those two had been sneaking off quite a lot. At first he hadn't given it too much thought. But then he started noticing things. They had begun to disappear for hours on end, and whenever they came back, there was always some sort of satisfying look on their face. The 'no-one-knows-what-I'm-doing-and-I'm-so-proud-that -I'm-able-to-keep-it-this-well-hidden' look.

Then came the whispers. Late at night, he'd hear the two talking in the hallway or in one of the rooms, whispering away. The sounds were too quiet for him to make out clearly but what ever they were talking about couldn't be good if they had to do so at such a late hour.

He also began to notice the looks that they passed to each other. Knowing looks swept over their faces when they met, the secretive kind, like some sort of great, life changing knowledge was being kept under lockdown security between them, and they had thrown away the key to the vault.

There was something that those two knew and no one else did. And that worried Al. He trusted them of course, but they were only seventeen. He didn't want them doing something that they'd regret later on. So Al had made it his life goal to find out what was going on and stop it if he had to.

Cautiously, he crept upstairs and towards the tightly shut and locked door. It was around 2 in the morning and they had snuck off again to do something alone. He knew that it was usually around this time when they took off together, so he hid downstairs after midnight to hopefully catch them.

He peered at the door before pushing his ear right up against it, hoping to hear some sort of conversation that might tell him what they were doing.

A moan pierced through the silence. Ed's moan.

He listened more intently.

"Winry, did you have to put that thing right there!?" Ed complained quietly, another moan escaping him. Winry must have done somthing to him, though what Al had no idea. Well, at least not one that is appropriate for a T rated Fanfic.

"Of course I had to put it there. Where else could it go?" She asked, her sweet voice hiding the mocking tone underneath.

"You could have tried the floor, not me!" Ed responded. What ever she did to him, he hadn't liked it.

"Now what fun would it be if I didn't make you moan a little." Winry replied.

Wait, WHAT?

Al's eyes widened. Did he really just hear that? Please him that he hadn't really heard that.

Al listened again when some rustling noise was produced behind the door. Was that clothing? It sounded like it. And it sounded more like it was coming off than going on.

"Hey, Winry, do you think this is going to fit?" Ed asked. Al listened as more rustling noises occurred along with the sound of a bed shaking.

A bed shaking. Remind him again of why he was here in the first place?

"It is kind of big but I think it'll be alright. But it does look kind of hard. Here, I'll help you." Winry said back to Ed.

'Is it going to fit', 'It's big', 'It's hard', WHAT WERE THEY DOING IN THERE!?

"No thanks Winry, I can do it just fine by myself." Ed replied stubbornly.

"No you can't, you don't even know half of what you're doing there. Remember, I'm more experienced, I've done this a lot more than you have." She retorted back, just as stubborn as he was.

Al's mind was going to blow. Winry was the more experienced one, she had done this with someone else to!? Oh dear gate, what was the world coming to!? And why was Ed not pissed off about that? He was known to be possessive of the things he cherished, so why didn't he blow a gasket just now?

Forcing himself from his (disturbing) thoughts, Al refocused his hearing on the couple inside. He'd missed a bit of the conversation.

"-o that's all I do? Just cover it and thrust it in? That simple?" Ed asked in a slightly surprised voice.

"Yup, but make sure it's fully covered, we don't want anything to spill out." Winry's voice was slightly strained, making Al wonder slightly. And he did not like where his thoughts were going.

"Alright." A bit more clothing-rustling sound occurred before a slight push could be heard and yelp of happiness from a certain automail junky.

"Good job Eddie!" Said junky exclaimed, though quietly. It wouldn't be very good if they woke up the whole house now would it.

"Wha- Eddie!? What the heck is wrong with you!? And stop touching me there! I'm not your servant!" Ed shouted in a whisper.

Al began to wonder again. where and what exactly had Winry touched?

"No, but since I know what I'm doing, I'm in charge here! If you want to do it right, you'll have to listen to me!" Winry stated triumphantly.

Ed sighed tiredly. Al did not want to know what had made him so tired. His poor, innocent brain could not stand for that. It'd explode. Simple.

"Are we almost done here Winry? I'd like to actually get some sleep tonight you know."

"This was your idea Ed. So don't come complaining to me that you're tired!"

Wait, this was Ed's idea? What in the world had possessed his brother to do that!?

Oh, how Al wished he could see in there and not just listen for scraps of information. He wanted a real answer damn it! Were they doing it or not!?

...Woah, wait no. Bad idea there. He did not want see what they were doing, just incase it turned out to be, well... that!

"Okay Ed, we're finally done."

"Ha! Finally! Do you think we can spring it on him now?"

Wait, say what? They were going to spring it on who? Please don't say it was him. Please don't say it was him.

"Mmmhmm! We should be able to show him in about a week. I hope he likes it though. It'd be a shame if we went through all this trouble for nothing."

"Ah, you know Al, Winry! I know he'll like it. He isn't a cold hearted person you know."

"Yeah, you're right. I'm just being stupid. You know, maybe he could join us the next time. It'd probably be a lot easier with three people doing this."

"Yeah, maybe. Once this is over, I'll ask him."

Ask...him? They were going to...show him? They'd thought he would like it? Asking him to join?

...OH DEAR GATE NO!

This was too much for poor, little Alphonse. His brain had been turned to mush, ears and eyes wacked out of commission from the very disturbing images his overloaded mind had created. He stumbled away from the door, pivoting on the spot and running down the hall like a bat straight from hell. He made a heck of a lot of noise as he sprinted down the hall but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was nursing his poor ears and eyes and brain and nose, for somewhere down the line he had gotten the biggest nosebleed of the century.

Literally, it was gushing more blood than he probably had in his whole body.

'Never again,' Al told himself, 'never again will I sneak out to watch brother and Winry. Nope. Never again.'

Never.

Ed and Winry rushed to the door when they heard the racket happening outside.

They looked out quickly enough to catch the door to Al's room swinging close with a loud bang.

They looked at each other.

"Do you think Al might have heard us?" Ed asked, slightly confused as he glanced back towards the slightly broken door-having been cracked from being slammed so hard.

And they said Ed was bad.

"I sure hope he didn't! It'd be such a waste if he figured out the surprise we had planned, right when we had finished." Winry said exasperatedly. She turned back around and walked into the room, looking at the big pile of presents on the bed.

Al's birthday was coming up and they wanted to surprise him. Unfortunately, all their old friends were too busy to come so Ed and Winry had thought of another plan. They had everyone buy a present for Al and mail it to them so they could wrap it up and give it to him on his birthday. It'd been Ed's idea; after all, nothing was too good for his little brother!

They had just finished the last preparations when they heard the stumbling outside.

Wonder what they could have said to make him run like that.


That's chapter 3 folks! It's also the longest one yet!

I feel bad for Al though. Sorry big guy, but I had to do it! I needed to update somehow!

Al: *wipes away the remnants of his nosebleed* It's okay. Just please don't do it again. I don't think I could handle it a second time. *looks over at angry Ed* And I don't think brother could either.

Ed: HOW DARE YOU HURT MY POOR, INNOCENT, LITTLE BROTHER! I SHALL KILL YOU!

Me: Ed, calm down right now or else I go get Winry, the fangirls and tanks filled with milk. You don't want that now do you?

Ed:...

Me: Much better! Okay, my wonderful readers, I'll see you guys later! If you have the time then please review! I like to know what people think of my stories whether it be good or bad!^^

P.S. BTW, if any of you have an idea for a chapter, please tell me in review or something. I know I just started but I'm kinda running out of ideas! Please help!

See ya! :)