I'm on the Down Low Because I Love You

Disclaimer: I Don't Own FMA In Anyway.

Rating: PG—PG-13 Due To Bad Language.

A/N: :)

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Jack sighed and walked into the Rockbell home, leaving the door open so that Winry could enter as well.

Winry then entered after him, closing the door behind her and walking into the living room. She was managing a small smile, courtesy of Jack's kind words, but when she walked into the living room, her eyes widened, as did Pinako's

The elder Rockbell was in slight shock. "Winry?" she asked shakily.

"Yes, Granny?" Winry replied quickly.

The older woman looked to her granddaughter. "May I speak to you, alone, for a moment?" she asked the young blonde.

Winry swallowed a lump in her throat. "Sure" she agreed finally. She walked next to Jack. "Excuse us for a moment" she asked of him.

Jack nodded and smiled politely.

Winry smiled a bit and walked into the kitchen with her grandmother. Before she entered completely, she looked to the Hanson's. "Please, make yourselves comfortable; I insist"

The two brothers nodded before Winry disappeared into the kitchen with her grandmother.

"Granny?" Winry asked anxiously.

"Winry, why do those boys look so like the Elric brothers?" Pinako asked sternly, her arms crossed in front of her.

Winry looked down at her caretaker and looked away. "I'm not sure" she replied. "I asked Jack if he had known Ed but….he says he knows nothing except for rumors he's heard about him" she stated quietly.

Pinako shrugged. "I assume Jack is the black-haired one who looks like Edward, correct?" she asked.

Winry's shoulders tensed slightly. "Yes" she whispered.

The elder Rockbell growled faintly. "Something doesn't feel right" she said. "But I won't bring myself into it; perhaps it's just a coincidence" she said, obviously brushing it off as nothing.

Winry shrugged, obviously not so easily convinced.

"Let's hope so" she thought.

"I'd for there to be another reason…"

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After Winry and her grandmother walked into the kitchen, the two Hanson's began looking around the living room.

Devon walked about the light-yellow sofa's in the center of the room. A long, three-seated one in the middle and on either side of it was single-seated recliners. In front of the long sofa was a coffee table, about the same length as the sofa in front of it. Behind the sofa was the table, obviously the dinner table.

Jack inspected the tall bookcase that was up against a wall that was a few feet in front of the coffee table. The books mostly consisted of Automail; others lacked titles on the spine so he was unable to identify them.

It was exactly the same. Everything was exactly how it was when they were last here.

Of course, when they were known as the Elric's and not the Hanson's that is.

Jack looked at the ground and sighed quietly.

Devon, who was now at the staircase to the right of the room, apparently heard the exhale and looked up, worriedly, to his older brother. "What's wrong?" he asked worriment obviously in his voice.

Jack looked up and looked to his sibling. His eyes drooped and he averted to the ground once more. "…Al, I'm starting to think this was a bad idea" he said, quietly so that only he and his younger could hear.

"Brother, of course this was a bad idea! Honestly, Winry isn't an idiot; I'm sure she realizes that we look like…" he trailed off for a moment, looking for the right words to use. "That we look like who we really are"

Jack went to reply but Winry and Pinako walked into the room once more. Instead, he walked over to his sibling. "We'll keep this up for now" he whispered sternly and then walked off.

Devon shrugged, obviously unhappy about the whole situation. He walked over next to his older brother and looked to the two Rockbell's.

Pinako looked up at the two young men in front of her; both were more or less of the same stature and the same determination burning in their eyes as the Elric's had. Huffing out a breath, she finally decided to speak.

"Hello" was all she muttered.

"Hello, Mrs. Rockbell" Jack perked up politely. "My name is Jack Hanson" he introduced himself. "And this is my younger brother, Devon" he stated, pointing to his sibling.

Devon smiled and nodded kindly. "Hello" he greeted.

Pinako grinned at them. "Welcome to Resembol!" she said cheerfully. "It's a pleasure to meet you both!" she noted how certain nervousness seemed to be lifted off the Hanson's shoulders.

"Winry, I'm going to go prepare dinner; please give the two a tour of our home" Pinako insisted and walked off towards the kitchen, leaving the three teens slightly dumbstruck.

"Um…OK" Winry agreed, obviously confused.

Jack cleared his throat loudly, hoping to get Winry back in her train of thought.

She snapped her head back to them and smiled. "Well…let's just get started, shall we?" she said to them and began leading them around the home.

She leaded the two through the living room; that had not lasted long, seeing as the two Hanson's had already been in there for a while and most likely had seen where everything was.

Winry had then taken the two upstairs. They were looking through all the bedrooms. She had just shown him Pinako's room, which was at the right end of the hall; up next was…

"This is…" she trailed off for a moment, sadly remembering the one's who had resided in the two bedrooms that were next to each other in the center of the hallway. "This was Edward's room; next to his was Alphonse's room…" she turned to them.

"See, when they were younger, they burned down their home…after that they, they had nowhere to go if they ever needed to come back…they would sleep here" she explained.

"Boys, Winry, dinner is ready!" Pinako called out from downstairs. The three shot their heads to the staircase.

"We should head downstairs" Winry stated. Devon and she began walking downstairs as Jack stayed in front of Edward's—his—old room.

"Jack? Dinner?" Winry asked before going downstairs.

Jack looked over at her. "Um…mind if I look through my—Edward's old room?" he asked, faltering quickly once more.

Winry noticed his quick hesitation and gave him an odd look. She brushed it off and shook her head. "Of course; just don't take too long, 'K?" she asked of him.

Jack agreed and she walked downstairs.

The black-haired teen then turned back to the room in front of him. Carefully, he walked in and switched on the light.

A small bed lay off to the right side of the white-painted room. To balance the room out, a desk was against the left wall of the square-shaped room. In the wall ahead was a window and, next to it, was a dresser.

It was the same; exactly the same.

His mind suddenly replayed what Winry had said in the hallway; they had nowhere to go.

Of course we had somewhere to go he thought sadly. I was just too blind and stupid to accept that his head lowered and his gaze shifted to the ground. Al was right…this is a bad idea…but if I tell Winry, she's gonna kill me and never want to talk to me again he thought sorrowfully.

"Jack, c'mon, dinner is ready!" Winry's voice called out.

Jack looked to the door. "Coming!" he replied. The teen began walking to the door. Looking back into the room, he had one last thought. I think I'd rather have Winry not know it's me… He began.

Than never speak to her again… With that, he switched off the light to his former room and walked off downstairs.

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When he reached the lower part of the house, the square table was set for four. Pinako was sitting, as was Devon.

Winry was placing a few extra bowls and plates filled with food on the table. She looked to the elder Hanson and smiled. "Dinner is served" she stated humorously.

The onyx-haired Alchemist smiled, contently, at her and carefully walked over and took his seat.

Winry sat in the last chair; incidentally, it was the one next to Jack's.

They group of four served themselves and began eating the delicious meal of rice and chicken.

Conversation bustled between them, as did a few laughs and giggles. Jack and Devon occasionally struggled with a few questions that were tossed around such as 'where did you two live before?' And 'why choose Resembol?'.

To the first one, they had replied that they 'traveled a lot' and to answer the next question they explained that they 'heard it was calming and relaxing' in Resembol and thought about settling down finally in a nice place that wasn't 'the loud annoying streets of a big city'.

Winry, throughout most of the dinner, noted that Jack rarely made eye contact with her.

She wondered why.

Jack would smile at her occasionally, avoiding eye contact in order to refrain from breaking down and letting the cat out of the bag.

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A/N: I can't really say a lot :P please R&R, constructive criticism, no flames :) thanks!