Thanks to everyone who's been reviewing!

Black-Angel-001: I'm glad you liked the Ed and Nina one at least, lol. You should read some of Spades44 and fireun's drabbles, if they can't get you hooked on RoyEd and HavocFuery, no one can XD Which ones in particular did you find moronic? I'd like to know so I can do better in future drabbles, lol. The only ones you didn't really mention are the AlWin one and the Gen, heehee, Hagane no neko, which was kind of supposed to be pretty stupid, ha. Hawkeye and Maes, hm? Do you mean together, as a couple or seperately? LOL. I haven't actually ever seen MaesAi...it's an intrigueing idea...I have been meaning to do something about Hughes, but I want to wait 'til I have a really good idea. Hughes deserves nothing less than the best. However, I'm off to write some RoyAi right now, lol. I haven't ever written that before...that's kinda sad... ; D

Your Hands

Spoilers for the manga, chapter 47. You can still read but you won't understand why exactly Winry happens to have a gun...eh heh.

Wow. It's not shounen ai. I should go write some RoyAi just to make sure I'm not hallucinating XD

EdWin fluffiness! I don't normally like EdWin overly much...but this idea nagged at me until I wrote it, and I actually like how it turned out, lol.

There was something cold and metallic in her grasp.

"Winry, let go of the gun!" Strong, flesh and automail hands clutched hers.

…her hands shook with violent desperation.

"I…"

She was oblivious to the world around her, lost in the torment that ripped at her heart, her own private hell.

"…couldn't…"

Tears slid down her face, unchecked, sobs wracking her frame.

"…I couldn't shoot…"

Her control was shattered, the broken fragments littering the ground, strewn across the misery emanating from her soul.

"Even though he's my enemy…"

Ed's hands were still over hers, not quite touching, hesitantly hovering in indecision.

Then he was grasping her wrist, his hands warm and cold, weary and harsh, but comforting and gentle.

"Please don't shoot," his voice was strong and unwavering, anchoring her against the flood of desolate, all-consuming sorrow. "I'm begging you."

Her hand came up to clutch her head, clinging to the last shreds of humanity that remained.

"But…"

How can the ache in my heart be so great?

"…he killed mom and dad…"

How can I survive when each moment only brings more pain?

"…why…?"

Why does it have to be this way?

"…You and Al, too…"

When did you desert me, leave me to my own suffering and demise?

"…might be killed…"

How can I live, without you by my side?

"…why!"

Why must I endure alone?

"Winry…" His voice derailed her incessant circle of pain and heart-break.

"Didn't you deliver a baby and save a mother and child in Rush Valley?" His flesh hand delicately brushed against hers, coaxing her muscles into compliance and her trembling eased somewhat.

"Didn't you give me an arm and leg to stand up with?" He carefully soothed her finger off the trigger with his right arm – her arm.

"Your hands are not those that kill people. They're hands that let people live."

The gun fell from her listless hold and clattered harmlessly to the ground.

"I'm begging you…!"

And when she screamed as the tears cascaded down her face in an endless flood, he held her and let her sob into his chest.

Eventually, after she had cried out all the sorrow in her and then some, he draped his coat over her shoulders and left.

Ed…

The soldiers around her whispered and muttered, saying things like, "human weapon," not understanding. They could never understand.

Ed…your hands…

"Why…"

Your hands aren't those that kill, either…

"Why is waiting all I can do…?"

They're hands that change lives. Hands that give help and comfort.

She tilted her head back, feeling the sun warm her tear-stained cheeks. And she smiled.

They're hands that save people.

--Owari--