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Winry and her grandmother were putting away the dishes. Trey followed silently, her mind somewhere else. Michelle left then with a warm good-bye, understanding that they'd probably never meet again. Trey stood at the door with a blank expression on her face just watching Michelle leave in a car. The blizzard was getting dangerous now, but Trey didn't mind the cold. She never minded the cold.
"C'mon, Trey, you letting the cold air in."
Havoc guided the dazed Trey out from the door and closed it. He led her to a couch. Ed was forced by Winry to get another repair in his automail. He was groaning and whining, as Winry dragged his pathetic state away. They could hear his groans, but nobody laughed or even gave signs of sympathy. Stuff like that just had to be done. Ed came out looking dejected as he made his way over to somewhere.
"Trey, you want some repair?"
Surprised at the mention of her name, Trey looked up blankly.
"You know, on your automail arm."
She looked at her own arm, surprised to see it. Havoc quickly sucked in some air and said, "That's okay, Winry. Trey's pretty tired-"
"Naw, let's do it."
Havoc gave a grim face. Trey followed Winry to the room. Surprisingly, there was no whining or complaining; there was no screams of pain or yells of agony. There was nothing. Trey was either completely crazy and couldn't feel pain, or she was just the ice alchemist, understanding the cold and biting wind was just there. It'll always be there. No need to complain about it. She came back looking tired. Trailing behind her in a bewildered state was Winry. Obviously, she had expected the same horrified response as from Ed.
"So, what do you guys want to do?"
The younger of the Elrics, the giant suit of armor, was the only one cheerful among the group of morbid listeners. Even Winry had lost her appeal since Ed took an early retirement to bed. Supposedly, she had a thing for him and only for him. Pinako shrugged and went upstairs to sleep. Winry and Al didn't follow, only watching cautiously at Havoc and Trey. Al went to the room where Ed was.
"What about you two? Going to bed?"
They were hesitant. Winry continued.
"I know you have to get Ed and Al to the train station, but this weather is absolutely horrible. Try tomorrow morning or something, but I've heard the blizzard might last a week."
She was hopeful, always hopeful on the thought of everyone staying in her lonely home. Stealthily, Havoc shivered inside his military-issued jacket. He produced two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Trey grinned for the first time since she was here.
"Alright. But you go ahead, we'll catch up later."
Havoc, always being the mouth when nobody else wanted to. Good ol' Havoc. Winry nodded as she made her way upstairs. But she couldn't help looking back at the strange sight before her. A little girl, barely bigger than herself, walking steadily in front with a grown man behind her. She left that at that and and went to her bedroom. Trey and Havoc made their way outside, as they smiled to each other at the prospect of hot chocolate by the blizzard.
"How old are you, chief"
"Twenty-four."
Trey nodded at the reasonable age. The blizzard was incredible. As they leaned against the outside wall of the house for balance, they sipped the chocolate greedily. Winry stood at the balcony above them, watching and waiting.
"So, Trey, how old are you?
"Seventeen"
"Seventeen, eh? You got something to be happy about"
"Naw, chief, you know me. What about you"
"Nope. I thought I found the one, but she turned about to be some crazy 80-year old lady"
"No kidding? I'd prefer that over some fool who'd take things lightly"
"For real? You're crazy"
"What"
"I said you're crazy"
"I can't hear you!"
They were yelling now because the blizzard had hit its height. Ever sober, Trey managed to make an ice fortress, allowing only the tiniest of squares cut in front of them. Havoc smiled in the process and patted Trey on the back.
"I'm proud of ya', Trey"
"Proud? Why proud"
"You're better than most kid alchemists."
Trey said nothing for a minute.
"To tell you the truth, chief, I'd rather be without this alchemy. But it saved my life on numerous accounts, so I'm stuck with it"
"Yeah? I wish I could do alchemy"
"For real? You don't know how"
"Can't."
Trey looked at him in mild interest more than surprise.
"Why not"
"I'm one of them regular folks. We can't do us alchemy to save our lives"
"That blows"
"Boy, do I know it."
Havoc took a long gulp and sighed. Trey set the mug down and stared at the white monster of the blizzard through the square cut. Havoc stared down at her with a frown.
"Aren't you cold"
"You know me, the ice alchemist. I'm not scared of no stupid blizzard"
"Yeah? You're a weird kid"
"Right. Like you've never been a weird kid once"
"I was right up perfect until I enlisted."
Then there was a long, awkward silence. Havoc grumbled angrily at himself as he took another long gulp. He muttered his apologies. Trey waved them away. She said, "Forget it. Everybody knows what happened." She wasn't angry or even the slightest bit of sad. Maybe at the military or the government, but never Havoc. She laid her head back down on the side of the house.
"Besides, that Ishbal thing is the least of my worries."
Soon after, she fell asleep and let the cold envelope her like a blanket.