Sorry it tookme so long. Life is so busy! But here's the thrid Chapter, luv u all and thanks 4 reading!

Present

"Hey Alphonse… I'm sorry." Al looked up from the book he'd been reading. He had been resting in the living room since there wasn't much else to do and he was going crazy sitting upstairs for the last couple weeks. Winry held one of her arms glaring at the floor and lurking in the doorway ready to turn and run. "Well that's weird," Al stated smiling and shutting the book.

Winry glanced up more then slightly confused, "What? You know, that's not normally a reply you hear to an apology Al." She placed her hands on her hips as he grinned at her. The touch of animosity she'd built up fell quickly and she groaned. She could keep up a fight with Ed for hours but with Al, no one ever really got upset with Al.

He held up a hand motioning for her to come over and sit with him, "I didn't mean it like that. I meant it was weird that you're so nervous to talk to me." Winry smiled a little and sat beside him on the sofa. It was quiet for a long time and she slowing began swinging her legs over the side.

Al yawned and tossed his book onto the floor letting it leave a low dull thud onto the carpet. Winry jumped slightly and Al only grinned when she glared at him, "What'd you do that for?" He shrugged and the two began laughing. It wasn't so much the sound or the silence but how silly it seemed that they'd been friends so long and acted so distant.

A calming pause took up the space again but when Al shifted to his weight to talk a pain suddenly ripped down his entire leg. His smile faded into a groan as he bent over grasping his knee. Quickly, Winry jumped up and was kneeling in front of him before he could even try to get out that he was fine, "You okay?" He glanced up at her and sighed, "Well…shucks, guess I'm caught." Winry frowned and pulled up his pant leg to the knee. His leg was swollen, red, and shaking in the metal brace.

She looked up at him with knowing eyes, "You know very well your not suppose to walk for three more weeks Alphonse, and even then only from room to room upstairs. Granny would kill you." He smiled covering his legs and carefully trying to turn to lie on the couch. Winry knelt beside him and helped him up.

"I know it's stupid. But I'm sick of feeling so helpless; I want to be able to move on my own again." Winry shoved all the pillows underneath his legs to keep them elevated and smiled while he spoke. His childish whines were just like his brother. Much more politer whines, but nevertheless it was his brother's trait.

She sat on the floor beside the boy and leaned over pushing back his hair, "I'll cut your hair tomorrow. It's getting kinda long." Al only looked up at Winry's hand as if he was confused and she pulled back her hand giggling.

He leaned out and tried to touch his leg again but only pulled back and groaned. Problem was he hadn't used his limbs in five years and the doctors told him it would only take time. How much time, they had no idea. He was much better then he had been of course. They wouldn't release him till he at least had enough arm muscle to operate his wheelchair on his own, and even then his hands were unsteady some times. But all his muscles hadn't been used in so long; it was almost as if he'd never used them before. "Like being born…," he mumbled to himself closing his eyes.

Winry looked up and watched as he frowned with tightly closed eyes in deep thought. She wished like crazy she knew what he was thinking. Leaning over she crossed her arms on the couch and rested her chin in her arms, "Al?" He opened his eyes, which were silently glazed over and looked over at her as if she was an alien. She sighed and gently touched his forehead, "Are you cold?" He smiled and shook his head no.

Al sat up and reached over unexpectedly grabbing her arm as she began fusing at him. Ignoring her vents he pulled her down on the couch behind him and laid his head back down as she then went quiet. Winry smiled and tucked her legs up beside her as Al rested his head back on her knee. "Hey Al?" He looked at her, "Sorry, it's just…Ed…" Winry held her breath and closed her eyes gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't even know if it ever really happened, but I have this memory ya see? Of Ed asleep and I'm sleeping with my head on his knee." Winry felt a knot twist in her stomach. It was the first time Al had talked a lot since he got his full voice back. She surprisingly heard him laugh a little and felt him looking up at her, "Sorry, you wanted to ask me something right?"

Alphonse felt a thin layer of guilt surfacing by looking up into her troubled face. He knew he had to talk a little bit more to avoid any topic around that. Pinako never asked questions about that kind of thing. It wasn't that she didn't care; she just knew what was best for the teenagers she'd helped raised. But Winry would ask, and there were some things Al wasn't going to answer no matter how much she begged.

Winry glanced at the carpet, evading his eyes as much as possible and Al knew it couldn't be good. "Well…it's just that…something you said earlier…" He looked up at the ceiling and placed a hand on his stomach, relaxing his muscles. "Oh, that…," he smiled after he said it to and in a breathy tone continued, "Well, what'd I say again?" Winry rolled her eyes knowing he knew damn well what he said earlier. She crossed her arms glaring across the room from him.

Al couldn't help but laugh, and felt a yawn push through him. It was getting late and he didn't know if he'd make it upstairs without crashing. He closed his eyes sleepily as she looked back down at him, "You see Winry I don't expect you to understand my reasoning so I don't feel the need to explain anything to you."

She didn't understand it anyway but by then Al was already asleep. His eyes shut, his lips parted just lightly and his chest slowly rising and falling. Winry wanted to move her leg which was already half asleep and tingling but found it hard knowing she might wake him. Ed always bothered her about waking Al up after he'd fallen asleep, that was something only he could do.

She leaned back against the couch and gave up trying to figure a way out. No matter what Al said she knew he wasn't healed yet, but she'd help. She promised Ed she would after all. And she wasn't about to break any promises.

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