What can I say, here is some more of the fic. Hasn't taken off quite as I'd hoped, yet I shall post all the same and I do thank those who read. FMA isn't mine.

She could see herself as a twelve year old. She stood by a sunny window looking out. Children were playing and enjoying the heat of summer, but she stood all alone. Every so often a mournful sigh escaped her young lips but she did not speak. Only one word was ever spoken to the walls alone.

'Edward.'

But no answer. She poured her soul into that one word and never a response was heard. She would break this habit eventually but those first few months were miserable.

'He is never coming back.'

Years after her sorrowful look upon the world it all fell about around her. That first night she had been inconsolable. The pain was so much; she had even considered ending her own life…

'Winry…Winry…wake up.'

Her eyes slowly opened and focused on the figure in front of her.

'You won't get anything done in that position Winry.'

'I know Grandma, I'm getting up.'

She sat upright on her bed after coming to. Her body trembled for no reason. Rose said she was in shock.

The photo album was forgotten on the floor. Ed sat feeling guilt deep in the pit of his stomach. She needed to know but she had not taken it well. Rose had left the room preferring to be away when her sister awoke.

'How do you feel?'

'What do you think!' she snapped.

He closed his mouth. He had only asked out of not knowing what else to say. Her face showed anger but her body showed a lost little girl.

'I'm sorry Winry…I didn't realise how upset you would be…'

'I bet you didn't think about your Winry did you? I bet that she thought about you every single day while you were out doing whatever you wanted.'

He flared up, 'I was doing something very important…'

'So was she! She loved you every step you took out of her life. If she is me then don't you suppose she is in the state I was in when I lost Edward?'

He had been trying to avoid that thought. He didn't dare think about love. His mother had loved his father and did all the years he was away before her death. The thought of Winry curled into a ball slowly getting thinner sent shivers down his spine. He didn't dare think how Al would be if he was alive.

He stood up to leave. She didn't make any kind of protest. He had been spending too much time doing nothing. From now on he would work on the rocket everyday to take him home. This Winry was better off without him.

Days, weeks, months passed and nothing was said between them. Winry had fallen ill and the wedding was postponed. From what Ed had heard she had fallen back into how she was. That, of course, was never his plan but he had things to be getting on with. Al went to visit her often. He would take her flowers that would be put in her window. That was enough for Ed.

Winry didn't feel ill. She felt betrayed by all around her. When she woke the morning after her memory returned she did not get out of bed. There was no point in her getting out of bed. She would not get married any more. That Ed was an impostor and not the one she loved. Perhaps he had done her a favour by telling her and she would realise in the end. But for now she seethed. Al was only the person she liked for there was no bad bone in his body. Yet she would not be stirred from her bed by him or anyone else.

'It's a beautiful day outside Winry; won't you come for a walk with me?'

He asked so many times and got turned down the same count. Then one day she accepted his invitation. Her legs were weak but he helped her stroll through the streets.

All was calm in their lives. But there was one man who was just as cold as he had always been. His temper was being tried and he did not want to allow it any more.

'Winry?'

'Yes father.'

'You have not been to see Edward since you got better.'

'I…I have been to shy after being away from him for so long.'

His hand struck her face with such a might she fell to the floor. She cried out at the sudden impact but refused to let tears show.

'You will go to him tonight and make sure he wants you back. You will marry that boy you little bitch, or consider your life over.'

'You fell?'

'Yes Al…I fell.'

'Winry, you don't expect me to believe that?'

'Believe what you want Al. Can I come in?'

He stepped aside and she walked into the warm. Winter had truly set in and there was a bitter wind. Her cheeks were red, but one was particularly swollen. She had suffered these before but usually without any reason. This time father had given her a perfectly clear message.

She knew what she was here to do. She didn't want to at all but her comfortably wealthy life depended on it. With a heavy heart she looked up the stairs.

'Is Ed in?'

'Oh yes. I'm sure he would happy to see you. It has been a while hasn't it?'

'Yea,' she sighed, 'quite a while.'

She still loathed him, but something in her being really wanted to see him. Would he have changed at all? How would he feel toward her?

Leaving Al downstairs she knocked on his door. He called for them to enter.

His back was to her. His hair was that tiny bit longer but he seemed just the same young man trying to get home. He was hunched over a pile of papers writing things down.

'Who was at the door?'

'I…I was.'

He whipped round at her voice. It had been so long since he heard that honey drip in his ears. She looked slimmer and there was a bruise on her cheek. She smiled apologetically at him.

'Hello Edward.'

His body carried him over to her side. Without hesitation he wrapped his arms around her frail figure. She fell into him and cried onto his shoulder.

'I'm sorry Winry. I never meant to hurt you.'

'Oh Edward I know. I just didn't know how to handle what I was told. When I thought it over in my head it all made sense. I was angry at my family for lying to me for so long…I took it out on you.'

He gently kissed her forehead. But something in her eyes was calling to him again. He brought his lips down to meet hers in the most passionate kiss they had ever experienced. His heart thudded in his chest. He knew he shouldn't be taking advantage of her but at that moment his hormones were in control. They were both a replacement loved one, but for the time that seemed enough. She pulled away and went to shut the door. Looking shyly up at him she asked.

'Do you believe in sex before marriage?'

The question caught him completely off guard. He had thought about such things but would never have said anything. Now she was asking him and he had to answer.

'Do you?'

Her heart was racing at top speed. She couldn't believe she had managed to ask it so openly. When he had turned the question on her she nodded her head and bit her lip.

Removing her thick coat she revealed the self same dress she had worn that night months ago. She saw him gulp hard and hoped that was a good sign.

'I don't want you to do anything you don't want to.'

'That depends on what I want to do,' she breathed.

Adrenalin was pounding through her body as he approached to kiss her again. Physically his hands on her body felt good but her conscience was burning. She tried to push guilty thoughts away as her hands fumbled with his shirt.

'I love you Winry,' he purred in her ear.

He didn't understand this girl. First she's asking to sleep with him; next she is pushing him away.

'But I thought you…'

'Ed I can't do it. He told me to… but I just can't.'

He was lost, 'Who told you to do what?'

'My father told me not to loose you. He knows about your other life and I don't know how. He knows about your Winry and wants me to play on that.'

'Why? Does he really want to get rid of you that much?'

She sucked in a deep breath, 'There has been another reason all along.'

The sore cheek was becoming painfully clear. Dedrick was smart and they had underestimated him. The man was so greedy and ruthless Ed should have known something was going on.

'Tell me.'

'He knows all about your work Edward. He knows that Hohenheim is away at the moment, where he is exactly, where his money has been going. He wants that rocket built.'

'Why?'

She laughed, 'He's power hungry, that's why. He feels another world is ripe for the plucking. The more power he has, the happier he is. He believes your world would be weak and that he could take it. I think he's gone mad.'

Ed laughed to. What he had just been told was almost beyond a joke. Unfortunately at the same time he could see someone believing something so ridiculous.

'You cannot tell him Edward. I will never be able to love you now I know the truth. Father knows this but he still feels you will worship me. I can't lead you on like that.'

Ed just sat, holding his head in his hands. He had so much swimming through his head at one time it almost hurt.

'Winry, has Al told you anything about how our work is going?'

'No. He says he doesn't want to bore me with such things.'

'Well we are close, very close to achieving what we want. I turned eighteen and didn't even know. Two years I have spent trying to get home. Now I am nearly there. If your father thinks he is going to take this from me he has another thing coming.'

She went to open her mouth but nothing came out. Luckily they were interrupted.

Al knocked on the door. 'Ed! Dedrick is here and he wants to speak to you,'

She began to tremble again but Ed took hold of her hand to steady her. The look in his eyes promised he would not say a word.

Her father was smiling when he saw them. It sent cold shivers down her spine as it only meant he was happy. If he was happy, somebody else was miserable.

'Winry dear I have business to discuss with Edward. Would you make us a pot of tea?'

She was unsure but she went anyway. She still knew her away round the ever increasing messy kitchen. Making tea was one of the only things she could do in the kitchen. She did have people to cook for her after all.

Before she made the tea she filled a glass up with water. She was hot and dry in her throat. The events that had occurred upstairs were not worth thinking about.

She opened the back door to take in a breath of air.

The glass slipped from her fingers and smashed to the floor.

With a dagger in his heart lying in a pool of blood was her father.

Her scream stirred the whole of Munich.