Disclaimer: HI! Sorry I haven't updated in AGES I just now got chapter 12 up….. I'm trying my best!!!! I'm so sorry. Did ya enjoy the last chapter?? If so, yay me! My co writer from the previous chapter returns! Everyone say "Hi Mina!!!" Also, look at her account, Mabudachi Fangirls. Her writing is hilarious. Well, I shall continue forth with the story. It was planned to be 15 chapters so 2 to go! (Unless I feel productive and make it long.) TO THE FICCY!

Winry closed her eyes as refuge from the horrible image of her death. She thought death might be painful, but to her surprise, all she felt was warmth. She pictured herself as an angel like she told she would be at death.

She semiconsciously made herself aware of her surroundings. To her fleeting shock, the setting was in her own home, observing a younger self cheerily scribbling on a blank paper.

Edward came into the scene, letting himself in, the sunlight drenching his and Alphonse's skin. "Winry! We wanna show you something really cool!" Ed chimed as he proceeded to take a piece of chalk out of his pocket, and began to apply it to the hard wood floor.

Winry peered over Ed's busy figure. "That's a nice drawing!" she beamed, thrusting her own colorful line drawing at him. He brushed it aside with his hand and laughed. "This isn't the art Win…." He explained to her with excitement.

Al placed a small gray bundle beside his brother. "Ready?" He asked.

"Ready." Ed replied. Al dumped the contents of the bundle into the middle of a large circle.

Present Winry, observing the familiar scene, thought with an inquiring mind, why am I remembering this now? I must be dead.

Ed and Al thrust their hands onto the neatly drawn circle. A flood of blue light emitted from the ashen material on the floor, spawning a small swaying mound of ashes, its size increasing exponentially. The younger Winry screamed in utter fear.

Winry observed the scene with familiar sympathy for her young self. She recalled the overwhelming emotions in her young body vividly from that very moment. One thought stood clearly in her mind, even to her present self. Will Ed be ok? Ed's in there, is he alright?

Is Ed ok?

That's when Winry knew, she couldn't let herself die. She couldn't give up yet. Even if she couldn't do much, she still wanted to protect Edward. The reason still unclear, she began to claw her way back, back to what could mean one last glimpse at her childhood companions.

She was unpleased to find herself in another distant memory she could recall with ease. She viewed a slightly older self in front of the blazing fire in the mantle. She could hear the distant patter of the rain. It's so peaceful… She thought to herself. The Younger Winry heard a recurring metal pounding on the wooden door. Pinako, her grandmother slowly ambled her way across the room. "Who could that be at this hour?" Pinako wondered aloud. The old woman opened the door, only to find a man in armor at the doorstep, holding a limp bleeding figure.

Pinako's pipe dropped to the ground.

"Please help… before he bleeds to death!" A small familiar voice pleaded from the armor.

Winry's whole existence was in shock. She diverted her attention from the glistening armor, to the small boy in his arms. She couldn't move. Her mind, her body, even her heart stopped if only for an instant. An instant she felt could kill her. That brief moment that felt like she would be frozen there forever.

She groggily opened her eyes, and found herself to be in unfamiliar surroundings. I…I'm alive!

A gentle thudding footstep ended near her limp body. Her lip quivered. Not for long…

More cliffy! Sorry for making this chapter so incredibly corny and sappy or whatever….. I wanted something serious, or dramatic….. do not judge harshly! Tsk Tsk. It was descriptive though, was it not? I will do my best as an author, and Mina as my co-author, to insert more humor the next chapter. I needed to fulfill a promise to some fans to add romance. So….. Well…… Yeah.

Signing off, this is…..

Mina and Miko-chan!