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Chapter 2: Soaking wet jeans and a wrench; thoughts of a mechanic

Everything was wet, Winry thought. The carpet, the couch, and the Elric brothers, as well; but then again, when she thought about it, she didn't much mind. Her boys were home again, and that was all that mattered. She looked over in the corner where Al was, feigning sleep again. How could he sleep, anyway? It didn't matter, she guessed. She had put a blanket over him, anyway, just to be nice. Then, she looked to her couch to see the other Elric. He was lying down, half covered with a blanket, also, but unlike his younger brother, Ed always had trouble keeping the blankets ON him! His lean and well-toned stomach was yet again exposed. She looked away, realizing that she had been staring for some time.

Winry went back to her work fixing up Ed's arm. He had told her all about what had happened, what with the bird and the lake, but she wasn't sure about some of his story… it seemed sort of farfetched in her opinion. She was just glad to have her boys back. She looked down to her work and the wrench in her hand. It was the same one that Edward had bought for her. It had some dings in it, probably from hitting the boys with it occasionally. She felt bad about it, really, but she got the feeling that Ed and Al really didn't mind it much. She almost jumped, hearing a noise behind her, but, turning around, she noticed that it was only Ed. He had knocked his blanked over onto the floor and was groaning and searching for it in his sleep.

Winry got up and grabbed the blanket. She laid it over him and proceeded to tuck it in around him.

"There. Try to get out of THAT, you little troublemaker…"

She said it very softly, not intending to wake the teen. Nevertheless, Ed's eyes opened slowly to stare into hers. She started to stand, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Winry, will you stay with me here?"

"Ed… look at you. You're still all wet."

"Please?"

Oh… his eyes… How could anyone say no to those eyes of his? I smiled and climbed in next to him on the couch. I don't really mind this, either. It's what I have wanted the whole night as I had stared at him. I feel him shift around me and then a warm arm drapes over my waist. His warm arm… Automail has been so hard on him, but I think it had taught him how to be softer and gentler in touch and in his feelings. He's rarely rash around me and Al anymore, and I like that… but not a day foes by that I don't miss the old Ed, either… but… the old Ed never held me like this. My eyes close and I fall asleep in Ed's embrace. Wet as he is, he's definitely not cold.

(normal P.O.V.)

Al, sitting in the corner under a blanket looks up, smiling in is mind. The sight of Ed and Winry is cute, and he wishes that he, too, could someday be held like that. But, with people like Ed and Winry around, he has NO doubt that he will someday regain his own body. He closes his eyes and remembers; his repaying memories taking the place of his dreams.