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And, yes I am a horrid person for not updating but I ran out of ideas and had exams. Yes, I suck and you are free to kill me. Sorry! and on with the story!

Groggily, Edward Elric opened his eyes. He couldn't remember much of the night before but he felt an unusual weight on his chest. He looked down to find his arms wrapped around a feminine torso with its unconscious head resting on him. At the sight of Winry's long blond hair, the foggy memories of the night became as clear as crystal. Several little kisses and a few well-chosen words had made everything so much easier. They had been able to laugh and cuddle and simply have fun with out the tenseness that had been balanced between them for so long.

Surprisingly, that was all they had done through the dark. Talked and laughed and just been there for one another. In the end, that's all they had needed, each other. And now, running his fingers through her silky hair, it was all he needed again. He didn't want to be with her when she would leave that day. That would be wrong and Granny and Trisha had raised him better than that. But, secretly, he hoped she would wait for him. He hoped she would wait for him to finish with the army and come back to her.

Thinking of the future reminded him of today. Later, in the afternoon, she and Al would leave to return to Resembool. Cautiously, so as not to wake the blond, he shifted his way out from underneath her. He stretched and made his way over to the bathroom, the dull thuds of his automail echoing around the silent room. He closed the door, praying the quiet click of the door wouldn't wake the sleeping mechanic. He turned on the shower, giving the water time to warm as he took a leak and stripped. Yawning, he climbed under the warm water, letting it rush through his hair.

Winry woke to the sound of running water. She yawned and sat up in the bed, remembering the night's events very clearly. She smiled slightly, grabbed Ed's room key and snuck into his room to grab him some cloths for when he came out of the shower. As she opened the door, she thought about how forgetful he could be. Yes, he was intelligent but he forgot a surprising amount. She looked around the clean room as she walked over to the wardrobe. From inside, she pulled a pair of leather pants, a black tank top, a jacket and some underwear. Tiredly, she began to trudge back to the room.

She opened the door to reveal a half-naked Edward Elric. Winry smiled at him, his wet hair sticking to his back. She tossed his cloths at him, grabbed a set of her own and walked into the bath room to clean up herself.

Ed looked at the bathroom door, then down at the cloths in his arm before getting changed. Winry really did know him to well if she knew he would have forgotten to get cloths before showering. He through the jacket over with his coat and gathered up the dirty cloths he'd left outside the bathroom door. After ditching them in his suitcase, he sat down on the window-sill and started drying his hair with a towel.

Winry came out the bathroom, dressed and drying her hair with a towel. She smiled at the image that awaited her. Ed was sat on the window-sill, his hair braided and his little black alchemy book in his hands. As always, he was lost in his research. There was a light smile on his lips and his eyes were skimming the pages at speed she couldn't muster. She watched him for a few seconds, moved to the table and began pulling her hair into a high pony tail. She ran her fingers though her bangs, pulling them off her still-slightly-wet hair and back over her face.

She smiled as his smile turned into a frown. He started running his fingers around, feeling for a pen without taking his eyes from the book. Walking forward, she picked on off the table, putting her hairbrush in its place, and fed it to his fingers. His gaze flicked over to her, his lips muttered 'thanks' as he corrected whatever had caused him to frown. He sighed, closed the book and lay the pen down on top of it, in his lap. Turning his gaze to her, he smiled.

"Moring'," she whispered.

"Hey," he smiled back. He turned, looking out the window. "Have you got everything ready?" he asked with sadness in his voice.

"I think so," she turned from him. "I think it's just Alphonse's stuff now."

"No, it's all ready," Ed whispered, turning back to Winry with sad eyes.

She nodded. "Shall we go then?" she asked.

Sighing, he pushed himself off the window-sill, nodding. Winry started getting her suitcase and other things together. Ed left the room, going into the one he and Al normally shared. He looked around the room quickly and silently, making sure only his things were left around. Once he was sure there was nothing of Al's on the floor, he opened his brother's suitcase, slid a piece of paper on top of his clothes, and closed it again. He locked it and thread some string through the hole at the top of the key, tying it to make a necklace he would give to his brother.

Silently, he pushed his brother out of the hospital, Winry walking by his side. With her help, they managed to life Alphonse into the back of Roy Mustang's car. Winry thanked him for helping her in, next to him, before he climbed into the front next to his commanding officer.

He was numb, standing next to his commanding officer, waving his brother and the love of his life off as they headed home. He wished he was next to them, traveling back to Granny and the shop and everything he knew and loved. But, he knew he couldn't. He had a job to do.

The fire was back and he was ready to fight. He was going to find out who had poisoned his mother. He was going to find the antidote before it took his life. His mind set and determination in his eyes, he turned back to Brigadier General Mustang.

"Tell me everything, now."

"First," Mustang spoke softly. "I want to know why."