FMA Drabbles

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist does not belong to me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.

Pairings: Gen, hints of Winry/Sciezska

A/N: In another universe, Winry's destiny was to become a prodigy at alchemy, but not without great sacrifices. After her father's death, she and her best friend Sciezska try to revive the man- only to fail. After her best friend loses her body and is anchored in a suit of armor, and she herself loses an arm and a leg, they leave to try to find a way to correct their mistake.

"Tell me, Tucker… when did you first make a talking chimera?" Winry whispered, looking down at the poor monstrosity before her. Sciezska was still entranced, believing that this was a last minute miracle pulled off by their caretaker.

Winry had no such illusions.

"That was about two years ago."

She cut her eyes at him, narrowed in suspicion.

"And when did your wife leave?"

"That was about two years ago too." Tucker was well practiced at acting innocent.

She turned to face him completely, eyes wild.

"Where are Nina and Alexander?" she sobbed, clenching her fists at her side.

"That's what I hate about smart little brats like you," he said, almost disappointed as he scratched his scalp. "You're too perceptive."

Winry had thought that there was nothing else that could hurt her- nothing else could shock her- but this did. With an animal cry of rage she grabbed the front of Tucker's shirt.

"Why, you bastard! She was your daughter!"

"Why? I'm an alchemist. I knew I wouldn't pass my assessment, but I did it anyways. Because I could," he said, giving the blond a mad grin. "You and I aren't so different… I transmuted my wife, and you transmuted your-"

Blood and spittle flew from Tucker's mouth as automail collided with flesh.

"Don't ever compare what I did with you, you bastard!" she shrieked, voice getting higher.

"Don't ever!"

Again, she struck.

"Ever!"

His head slammed into the wall behind him.

"Think we are the same!"

"Winry, stop- you'll kill him!"

She reared back for one more, finishing blow, seeing no regret or remorse on his bloodied face-

When a low whine and growl, tugging at her belt. Turning back, she saw the un-human face of her little friend and playmate beseeching her.

"No, big sister," the soft voice growled, and Winry choked back tears, letting Tucker fall to the floor in a heap.

"Hey, Nina?" she said, kneeling in front of the once-girl. Nina seemed to smile.

"Big sister?"

"This is going to hurt," she whispered, clapping her hands together, not noticing the bloodstains on the automail. "But you'll have to bear with it…"

"You'll never be able to- I've merged them together perfectly." Tucker seemed pleased, if hysterical. "She's perfect!"

Winry shuddered- and the door to the basement was kicked open.