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.
Colonel Izumi Curtis walked slowly from the bathroom stall to the sinks to wash her hands.
First Lt. Sig, bless him, was still trying to get her to do paperwork. While she could understand the importance of what he was doing, she had other things to worry about.
Like diverting attention from her own schemes, playing pranks on her subordinates, or Fullmetal. Fullmetal, at a ripe thirteen, was already causing pure havoc across the country.
Curtis smiled tightly as she thought of that. Controlled chaos. The girl was easy to understand and predict; and was quite a useful tool. It make the Colonel feel even more dirty, but she consoled herself with the fact that Fullmetal could do what she so clearly could not. What she could do was make things better.
The child needed purpose, and this gave her one. The objective of the Philosopher's Stone was a-
Curtis frowned, toweling her hands dry when she heard a soft sob come from the stall to the right.
Stilling her thoughts, her eyebrow rose as she turned to face the door.
Crying in the bathroom was not unheard of. It was usually where women went when they needed the illusion of privacy and being alone in a public facility. Then again, those tears were usually about messy breakups or something equally frustrating. There had been no gossip of that happening lately- as far as the grapevine went, there was nothing unexpected.
A whimper followed the sob, equally soft, and Curtis frowned harder. It was a distinctly young voice, and there were no female personnel at Eastern Command under eighteen. Except one.
"Fullmetal?"
"Go 'way."
"Is something wrong, Fullmetal?" It was nearly unheard of for her to be in tears. Especially in the ladies room.
"I said go away, Colonel Bitch!"
Izumi sighed, rubbing her temples. "Whatever is wrong, I need to know."
Fullmetal was silent.
"Answer me."
Still, nothing.
"I don't want to burn down the door, but I can certainly draw a array," Curtis growled, reaching in her pocket for some chalk. "You tell me something or I am coming in!"
Fullmetal sobbed louder. "Don't come in! I'll tell you! The bleeding won't stop!"
Dead silence.
"Bleeding? You're injured?"
The girl wailed, nearly hysterical- and Izumi took that as her cue to get the hell in there. She quickly drew an array, touching it and causing it to open.
"We need to get you-" Flame said, then stopped when she saw that the girl was sitting on the toilet, pants around her ankles and shivering.
"You don't look hurt to me."
"It's," Fullmetal's face was flushed with tears and embarrassment. "It's... between my legs. I started bleeding and I just wouldn't stop and my insides hurt and I'm dying, aren't I? I'm going to die and I won't be able to find the Stone and turn Sciezska back to normal and... and..."
Izumi felt her eyebrows twitch. Of course.
How many older females did Fullmetal know? She had been around men most of her life, growing up and now. Who would have had time to tell her?
It was so easy to forget that the great Fullmetal Alchemist, the Hero of the People, was also a thirteen year old motherless girl.
"Did you ever study human biology, Fullmetal?" she asked, slightly exasperated. It really shouldn't be her job to do this...
The girl eyed her commanding officer. "Yes," she answered, her tone saying "Are you stupid? Remember what I tried to do?"
"I meant female biology."
"I... hadn't gotten that far in school," Fullmetal answered in a tiny voice. "I left before they had us learn that part. I was too busy studying other things."
Izumi closed her eyes, leaning her forehead against the cool metal stalls. By all that was holy that didn't exist, why her?
"Hold on."
Leaving the stall, she went to the first aid closet, which thankfully held emergency pads.
She did not relish the idea of teaching Fullmetal how to use tampons. This would do for now.
Returning, she handed the offending object to the girl- well, technically young woman, now.
"Clean the blood out of your pants, and put this on your underwear. Report to my office when you are done, and you are going to be debriefed on female anatomy and reproduction. This is an order. Do you understand, Fullmetal?"
For once, Winry did not object.
