Winry!verse drabbles

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

Pairing: Gen, hints of Winry/Sciezska

A/N: In another universe, it was Winry's destiny to become a prodigy at alchemy. It was also her destiny to make great sacrifices, when her best friend Sciezska loses her body and is attached to a suit of armor and she loses her arm and leg. She travels now, as a State Alchemist, trying to make things right.

No one paid attention to what looked like an oversized, shaggy dog as it ran through the streets of Central. No one wanted to look- it was raining and miserable.

Perhaps the only people who cared were the ones who were going to dissect her, or perhaps save her.

It didn't matter- she was afraid and she ran into the first alley that offered shelter from this nightmare.

"You poor thing," a voice murmured, and Nina/Alexander looked up to see a large man crouched at the back of the same alley. He seemed sad- as sad as her big sister/the person he chased and stole her watch.

He wasn't scary even if he did smell badly- he smelled like he hadn't had a bath in a very long time, something Nina/Alexander sort of envied. She hated baths... It was one of the worst days of the week when they could wrestle her down for one. Though she loved the scratches behind her ears when the were over.

Too bad she hurt too much to think more. Her body had hurt, hurt as she tried to move in a way that was wrong to that body. Her mind hurt because two different beings were fighting, trying to find some kind of balance that could never be made. Her soul hurt...

Her papa had done this to her.

The memory of her father gently coaxing her into the basement with a promise of candy, and that she would be helping with his assessment...

Then he'd made her hurt.

Had she been bad? Had she and Alexander been bad?

She leaned into the man's touch, as he gently caressed her head. The pain wasn't so bad now... she wanted it to end because while she'd been bad and run away, she was really a good girl. Winry and Sciezska told her so all the time.

"You poor thing. You've been made to suffer as no one else has been made to suffer, and there is no way to undo it."

She shuddered. Her papa had said that. But she didn't want to be Alexander for the rest of her life! She wanted to be Nina!

But Nina couldn't ever be, again.

She wanted to cry, but her body couldn't cry- there were no tear ducts to make them.

"Blessed god, please... release this creature from its pain. It is another of your children, and in your infinite mercy..."

There was a feeling of warmth...

And Nina Tucker kew nothing more.


The nameless man who had been wandering the streets of Central stared in horror at what had happened to the poor, pitiful creature that had found him. Another abomination, a victim of cruel alchemy, like himself and his people.

Yet his prayer had sent this child to the arms of god. Perhaps god could ease its pain, for nothing in this world could.

The nameless man looked at his hand, and he understood. He could undo the pain that alchemy had caused- had brought to this world at the hands of the State. He could avenge his people.

The ways of god were mysterious, and it was just that their own methods should bring their downfall.

The ways of god were mysterious, indeed.