DISCLAIMER: I don't own Full Metal Alchemist,...unfortunately.

Ed sprawled out on the couch, trying to get comfortable.

"So can you fix it?" Ed used his left hand to wave his non-functioning right arm around in Winry's face. "It's broken again!"

"I CAN SEE THAT!" A girl with long blonde hair, greasy gloves, and an attitude to go with it picked up her wrench. With a strained amount of calm, she whispered, "You broke it...AGAIN!"

"Well, if your work wasn't so crappy, the perhaps it wouldn't break as often!"

"AGH!" Winry threw the wrench at Ed's head. "You always manage to break my best pieces! Do you know how much work I put into that? Why can't you just play safe for a while!"

Edward sighed. "Thanks for the headache, but anyway, can you fix it?"

"Of COURSE! Don't underestimate me! I can fix anything!"

He grinned. "Then get to work."

"FINE!"

Winry yanked Ed's arm at the shoulder socket and it came off in her hand.

"WATCH IT! That hurts ya know!"

Winry placed the auto-mail arm on the worktable. "My, my. Short people have the worst tempers. You and Granny both..."

Edward jumped up off the couch. "WHO ARE YOU CALLIN' SHORT! I AM NOT A SHRIMP! I AM NOT A RUNT! DO NOT CALL ME SHORT!"

Winry took a moment during the middle of Ed's usual ranting spasm and managed to exit the room safely.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLIN' SO SMALL THAT HE CAN'T BEAT UP AN ANT? YES, I DO HAVE A TEMPER! DO YOU SEE MY TEMPER! I AM NOT SHORT!"

Ed stood in the middle of the room several minutes before he realized that Winry was gone.

"HEY! WAIT A MINUTE! COME BACK HERE!"

He ran outside and saw Al petting Den.

"Hey, Al? Where'd Winry go?"

"Huh? Oh, I ... I haven't seen her!" Alphonse stammered.

"Yeah. Erm...hmm."

"HONESTLY!"

"Yep..."

Ed started for at a dead run. "You liar!"

"AHHHHHHHH!" AL got up and quickly ran for it, bashing Winry about inside his armor.

"STOP AL! THINK OF POOR WINRY!"

"AHHHHHHHH!"

Al skidded to a stop, throwing Winry against the front of his armor one last time.

"OWWW!" Winry tumbled out of Al's armor. "I am going to kill you guys," she said with a measure of perfect calm.

"Uh oh," Ed grumbled.

"RUN BROTHER!"

Ed found it difficult to run as fast without the balancing weight of his right arm on one side. OH well. He could still run fast enough. He gasped as a wrench flew past his ear. It was good to be home, if even just for a little while.