W/N: Okay dont get scared by the Title, this has nothing to do with Sex or anything M rated. Its actually a more emotional chapter I just hadnt found the right Title when I wrote this so I searched for it after I finished writing. Well, I wont tell you to much ... just read.

Song used: Lets get back to bad boy, by Sarah Connor (her again...)

Disclaimer: Wishful thinking, but sadly not mine.

Thank you Robin Sparrow!

21 Let's Get Back to Bed, Boy

Winry had a bad feeling even before May opened her mouth.

"So Winry, when was the first time you and Edward shared a bed?" May asked. "But no childhood stories! Those don't count!"

The little Xingese princess was always so curious about any stories she could dig up about Winry or Ed, or – especially – Alphonse. It was so obvious she had a crush on Al.

"Why do you wanna know, anyways? Not like it's a particularly insteresting story..."

"Of course it is! For one thing, I'm sure that was the first time the pipsqueak got really nervous!"

Winry sighed. "But... I didn't even have feelings for him back then. It was like we were brother and sister."

"So you did sleep in a bed together! Whoa, so cute!" May squealed, and hopped up and down while Winry blushed.

Winry heaved another sigh. "Okay, well, sit down." May sat down on Winry's bed. She looked at her with wide eyes. "It was after Ed and Al tried to bring their Mom back."

"Skip that part!"

"Do you wanna hear the story now or not?" Winry said sharply, and May nodded, humbled. "I've never seen him like that..." Winry paused a while to sort out the memories in her head. "He looked so... lost, and poor... and he probably felt so guilty because of Al."

"Alphonse was in his armor then, right?" asked May, and Winry nodded.

"The first night after the failed human transmutation, I was up and looking for Ed and Al..." Her expression began to grow more somber as she continued. "I noticed Alphonse sitting on the floor. Even if the armor didn't really have a face, he still looked kinda sad. He told me that he couldn't sleep..." Winry's eyes were wet now with the threat of tears. "And I really wanted to help him, but I couldn't, just like every other time..."

"Don't cry, Winry," May said, and laid a small but comforting hand on Winry's shoulder.

"Sorry. It's just... these memories are a little heartbreaking, you know?" She took a deep breath and kept going. "While Al and I were talking we heard Ed scream really loud. He must've had a terrible nightmare or something... and when I got to his room, he was lying on the floor, crying."

May blinked in surprise. "Ed... cried?"

It suddenly occurred to Winry that perhaps she should have kept that to herself. She warned May, "Don't ever tell him I said that!"

"Hmm... I won't. But you know, when Al wouldn't wake up after we won against Father... Ed cried then, too. But then, I guess it was more because of what Mr. Hohenheim said to Ed..."

Winry blinked. "Okay..."

"But whatever – go on with the story!" May begged.

"Well, like I said, Ed was on the floor crying. And he couldn't get back up on his bed... because he only had the one arm and leg..." Winry continued, her voice cracking a little. Even now, the memory of it was still hard on her heart. "So I helped him back to bed, while Al just stood there like a statue and watched... I think he was in shock, seeing his big brother like that."

"Poor Alphonse, it must have been hard for him." May said, and bowed her head.

"And for Ed," Winry added.

The girls remained silent for a while.

Then Winry finally said, "I made sure that Ed got back into bed okay. Then, when I was gonna go to get him some water, he grabbed my wrist."

"Aww, how cute!"

"He begged me not to go, and murmured something like 'everything's my fault' and 'forgive me' or something..." Winry stood and went to her window. "What could I do, right? So I laid down next to him and held his hand. It was something their mother used to do to help them sleep sometimes. Anyway, I stayed up the whole night to make sure he was all right, and he finally did get some sleep."

May smiled and joined Winry by the window. "We were ten years old then... so you see, nothing special really." Winry added. She could see Edward through the window, and watched as he flopped down on the lawn next to Den.

"Do you think he remembers?" asked May, grinning.

"I don't know... I don't really think so. I don't think he wants to remember that time in general."

The girls watched Ed and Den for a little while longer. At length, May said, " No, I think he remembers."

Winry glanced at her. "Really? You think so?"

"Yep. He just doesn't want to show it... it's all about ego, you know?"

"Maybe you're right."

I know I, at least, remember it all as clear as if it happened yesterday.

After Robin edited this she sent me an email saying: "I must say, this one really got me. The image of little Ed, curled up on the floor and crying because he couldn't get back up onto the bed with his one arm and leg... that was one of the strongest, most tragic images EVER." and "I really wish this had all been included somehow in the show. It would have been beautifully heartbreaking. 3"

Its moments like those who remind me that I just cant abandon this Collection!

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