Disclaimer: Yada yada… I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or the characters. But I can say I do own the following emotions that shall be in this story. I'm sure you all do too.

A/N: This is pretty much based on my feelings at the moment and events that have happened to me. I have an Ed and Winry relationship with my boyfriend SO (This first chapter is Winry's POV then later Ed's POV… then just a fun little fic.)… I hope this is good and stuff. I try. It is much longer than my other stories because it is not a one-shot or drabble or yeah. So… Enjoy

"I Miss You"

Chapter One : I Miss Him

I miss him. I miss him like hell. Hell, that doesn't even describe how badly I do. It seems like I see less and less of him everyday. Almost as if he will go so far away, that if I go out to reach him, he'll be long gone. So far, he won't return. Completely out of touch and out of reach. If that was the case, I don't know if I could possibly go on without him.

Automail seems to be my thing, hence the nickname "Automail Junkie" given by a certain alchemy freak. Sure I argue with him about the name-callings and the scratching and bashing up of my wonderful, hard work. But it's not that. I don't care about that. My job is for him. The only reason I started this was to help him the only possible way I seem to be able to. Of course I do work on other people, but not like him. I give it my best effort. I spend nights, full of sweat and blood, for him. You couldn't just take that away from me. It's all I have. What if I were to make a new, much better quality, lighter weight, superb set of automail limbs? What if I was so excited to connect it onto him? I don't enjoy his pain though. But what if it would help him so much that he would actually thank me this time? What if I made it so amazing he would never ever need another check-up or a new arm or leg! … What if he never needed to return to me? What if he became more careful? What if he never came back? Eh, this is Ed we're talking about. I should know better and stop thinking so much, right?

He always comes back. So why is it that it gets so much harder after each day passes? He used to call… non-stop. Every moment he could. He used to write letters of how he and Al are doing and what has been actually going on with them. I would always know. I would always go to get the mail and there was always a letter from him at least once every couple weeks. That's all died down drastically. Less and less phone calls. No more letters. No time I guess.

The phone's ringing.

I always seem to get my hopes up as I hear that stupid phone ring. My heart races as I go to answer it. The slightest light that is whithin me says, "It's Him! He had to have gotten into some sort of trouble and bashed the crap out of your creation again!" But as I answer that damned two-way invention, it's not him. A deeper voice talks into my ear. It's one of my older customers. I just smile and gladly talk back to him in my bubbly tone of a voice. After confirming his next visit of when we can see him, I frown, slowly hanging back up the phone on its hook. Wonderful. It feels like someone seriously decided to shove their whole arm down my throat to beat the crap out of my insides. Don't get me wrong I love our customers. I just love the regular ones, who pay big, better. Yeah I'm talking about Edward and Alphonse. Not like Ed ever calls me when he ruins everything anyway. Sometimes, but not likely. But let me tell you something. I don't care about the money. I don't care about doing rush jobs. I don't care if that stupid piece of work is bashed up and is in no condition that I wouldn't want it being brought around and shown to everyone with my name on it.

No. Icare. I care about them. I care about him.

I want him home.

I hate this feeling that I've been having lately. The feeling of not wanting to get up. The feeling of lost hope. Every day I would wake up to sunrise and work on passed sunset. Now, I don't even want to do that. The one thing I love I don't even want anything to do with. I push myself though. It's that kind of force that makes me this way. The one thing-no, the one person that I always looked forward to talking to, or seeing, was gone. Okay not gone, just a lot more distanced. I, of course, keep telling myself the same thing every day. "He's coming today I have a feeling." Or "He's going to call me to tell me how he is doing. That or he's bashed that sucker up again, I just know it!" You wouldn't think I would be excited about that, would you? So I get up from my bed, making sure that I am fully prepared for him --every day and every second of that day. I always have to make sure I have that wrench in hand to give him a nice cuncussion to the head. Okay so that's not really what my cuncussions are for. It's not exactly the anger I'm trying to show him. It's more of the worrying and how upset with him I am that he never tells me anything. After I seem to get into my crazed mechanic mode, I head out of my room once again. I'm on my way to that one place I hang out the most. My workshop.

It's ringing again.

That damn phone is ringing again. Again. And on the fourth ring, I finally answer it. Again in my bubbly tone, the same line that always comes out of my mouth when I pick up and talk into the receiver, "Rockbell's. How can I help you?" This time I'm frozen. I know that breath that blows over the phone and into my ear. A sharp shooting shiver is sent down my back as I hear that voice that gives me chills talk. My hearts jumps up to the mid-section of my throat.

It's Him.

My body is stiff. 'Winry?" Oh yeah I almost forgot how to talk! "E-Edward?" I glance around for a moment. Was this really happening? Was it really him on the opposite end of the line? "No, it's not Edward. Uhm YEAH it's me you metal head. Who else?" Yeah, it was him. I know that sarcasm anywhere. He chuckles. I had made a fool of myself, but I really didn't care at this point. "Anyway, I seemed to… uhm, I seemed to have…" I sigh heavily, shaking my head slowly. I already know. He never calls to ask what's up. No, if he calls it's because of an 'accident'. "You did it again didn't you? You've gone and gotten yourself into some sort of trouble causing you to somehow ruin that arm of yours, haven't you?" Silence. Yeah I expected that. I feel his grin across the phone. I know he's grinning. He probably thinks it's funny when I get mad or something. "Edward! Well?" I hear him clear his throat as he takes in a slow breath. "Well you see… I just need to stop by and I need to you make me a completely new one. That or just fix it. Something is wrong with it. I mean of course something is wrong with it or I wouldn't be calling you… I just mean I can't even move it now and uh, I have one of the screws that seemed to have just poped out and uhhh..." My eyes widen. Did he just say, "I can't even move it…"? I tighten my hold around the phone; my voice going from bubbly, to worried, to completely ticked off. "You WHAT! IT CAN'T WHAT? I can't BELIEVE you Edward!" I continue my rambling, knowing that he had probably pulled the phone away from his ear because I hear that soft, childish muffled voice in the background. Yup, it was Al appologizing for Ed's stupid mistakes. I shut up now as I hear a small "Sorry" from under his breath. "Alright. Just when are you coming anyway?" I sigh again. I seem to be doing that a lot in this conversation. "Well, We still need to take the train so we should be there in the next two or three days." It all passed over him didn't it? All my yelling had effected him in no way. That's not right. Let's not let that get to me though. I agree to do the repairs, as if I wouldn't, and we simply say our goodbye.

I hang up the phone, slamming it back down onto the hook, and spun around on one heel to rush out the door to my workstation, but instantly I stumble backwards a bit. It was Granny. She gave me her small smile with that pipe in her mouth as she laughed softly, her voice as calm as ever as she asked that question I loved to answer. "The boys are coming, aren't they?" I give her a slight nod and begin to head out the door more slowly this time. "Well, it's bad isn't it? Aren't you going to hurry? You seemed to be in a rush just a second ago." She knows me way to well. Just from me sprinting off she knew. I quickly ran out the door, closing it tightly behind me and heading out to the small shed in back. I have to be quick though.

He's coming home.

A/N: Ah yes… Next chapter. ('Cause I'm putting all this up at once so it is completed… because I'm a big procrastonator and god only knows if I would ever get the other chapters up…) Basically it's inside of Ed's head all the way up to the same phone call. Yes you will hear the phone call part twice, but this time, Ed's thoughts. What a scary place. Hahah.