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.

Twelve year old Winry stretched out on her bed, looking at the ceiling.

She missed a lot of things. Listening to her friend breathing at night was one of them.

"Hey, Sciez? Do you think we did the right thing?"

It bothered Winry that the only sounds coming from her friend were the creaks and groans of metal. There were no true sighs, or whimpers or anything at all to suggest a living soul inhabited the cold steel. What bothered her even more was that she was becoming used to it.

Then even those sounds went silent.

"I don't know... but I do know I don't want to stay a suit of armor," the echoing voice murmured. "I want to be able to touch you again. Sometimes... sometimes I forget what it was like. You know, to feel. I forget what touching you was like. I forget how you smelled. I want to remember what it was like to be alive, Winry..."

The blond girl rolled over, hiding her face in her pillows so Sciezska couldn't hear her start to cry.

"I will get your body back, Sciez. I promise."

"And you too, Winry. You too."