Summary: Rated T for blood loss. "Sometimes the most amazing things can happen...sometimes, no matter how loosely or tightly you hold onto him or her, your love, your dream, he or she will slip right through your fingers."

Disclaimer: If I owned Full Metal Alchemist, it would bea little closer to the manga. I wanted to see certain things happen that I've been told about but never will see.

Sometimes the very thing you're looking for is the one thing you can't see…

It had been a simple question. "What are you planning to do?"

That he at first misunderstood. "I already told you. We're going to find Scar."

That she had to explain. "No. I mean after everything's over. After you find a Philosopher's Stone and restore yourself and Al back to normal. What are you going to do then?"

That he didn't have an answer to. "Oh." A moment of silence. "Wow. I never really thought about it."

She was surprised. "What do you mean, you've never thought about it? How could you have never have thought about it? It's not like your life will end at that point."

Ed shrugged. "I guess live a normal life. Quit the military, maybe, and find a nice girl. Start a family or something." He growled in frustration. "Why didn't you ask Al or something? He's the one who thinks about this kind of stuff."

"I'm interested in what you had to say. Besides, I already asked him."

"Well, that's never going to happen. To be honest, I don't know if I will finish this mission alive. And even if I did, I need somewhere to live while I get Al set up in school and then, maybe I could think about starting a family. I don't know that many girls. And I'm kinda uncomfortable with the dating thing. If it's anything like the Colonel Bastard makes it look, I want no part of it."

Did he realize how much his words stung? How blind he was being? She could offer him everything he needed, plus her heart…Something you don't get very often.

"Oh Ed," she sighed as she stood, "Sometimes what you're looking for is right in front of you. You just can't see it." She walked back toward her house.

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean? Hey Winry!"

She kept walking. That was her only choice. To keep from crying. To keep from hitting him over the head with another wrench. To keep from reminding him—for it would be redundant, he already knew—that her house would always be open to him. To keep from spilling her heart and telling him that what he's looking for is already here, waiting for him to accept it.

(A/N: You guys should really ride my back to update. Oh well, it's of no consequence. The next update will be the last. Thank you guys for holding on with me and enjoy!)