A/N: Ah yes number two. Edward's POV now. I hope to get him down to the point of exactness. Well it's worth a shot to get into his stubborn head. Yes… I did have to do some research. Hah! That is never coming from my mouth again.

Chapter Two : I Miss Her

This has to be about the hardest thing to admit. And I wouldn't just come out and admit this to anyone either… I miss her. I miss her like crazy. Miss her so much it hurts. I feel bad. I never write anymore like I used to and I never call at all. I always wonder how she might be doing, even while I'm studying.

Alchemy is just something very important to me. I figure if I do that than I can figure out everything to this philosipher's stone mystery, successfully gain back my brother's body, and my limbs. The quicker I do that, the faster I can return. For some reason, whenever I seem really deep and into my studies she pops into my head. An occassional "You alchemy freak!" echos throughout my head along with a small image of her soft and comforting smile. In some books that I read, my eyes slowly focus on the colored emblems. I can recall, when we were very young, I was first getting into alchemy symobls and their meanings, and having a test seeing if I can memorize some of them… Winry would sit in the chair next to me when she would come over to play. She would grab one of the clean sheets of paper that layed stacked next to me and began drawing. We both seemed to have finished at the same time. I smiled and held up the paper with the Bibliotheque des sages, my drawing slightly messy and missing a few key elements. She would giggle and hold up her piece of paper proudly, a small drawing of Al, her, and me surrounded by flowers, tall blades of grass, rabbits, and a bright happy sun in the top right corner of the page. Of course, naïve, and me being young, I would just snort at her drawing and straighten up proudly, crossing my arms and chanting "Mine is so much better."

God, I miss her.

Everyday is filled with different accomplishments and goals, though one always stays the same. I actually have two goals that always remain the same. One is to get my brother's and my body back. The other goal… going home. That's all I want to do besides restoring our bodies. It doesn't seem like I ask for much, right? I haven't had a place to call 'home' since our mother died. Winry says that her house is home. For some reason, from much experience, it's not the house that makes it home. It's the people around you that make you feel that way. I know this might sound sappy, but she is my home. Whenever I'm around her I feel relaxed. I feel like I can just be myself. Just like old times. I miss it when we were so young. I was so innocent. Well not innocent… just not this sinner I've seemed to become.

Dammit, I need to get back to reading. The book's not gonna to read itself. I'm soon inturrupted by a faint clanking sound decending down the rows of many bookselves. It's Al. I sigh softly, quickly sticking my nose back into the book. Ah, yes. The seven metals. All this seems to repeat itself after a while, but they all seem to connect. Hah, reminds me when I began to memorize the metals and their meanings. She ploped down beside me, followed by a cute giggle as she asked me what I was doing. I would just smile and tell her I was studying the meanings of metal and the sevenfold pattern. I know she had no idea what that meant so I somewhat explained it to her. "Well silver is the moon, gold is the sun and-" she would cut me off. "Oh! I understand. The moon is silver because it is almost a silver looking color and whenever I color my sun, I use the yellow-y gold looking crayon!" She would stare at me, smiling softly, tilting her head as her short ponytail fell to the side. That was cute but she was way off. I would always just nod, pretending and leading her to believe she was right.

She'll never understand.

I hate this feeling. The feeling of being lost. It seems to be my thing. I seem to loose everything; My father. My mother. My arm and leg. My home. I sort of lost my brother. And now I feel as though I lost her too. As awesome as it seems to travel to a lot of places, it gets boring after a while. Every place has its differences, but they are all the same in a way. Sure I love to travel, but not by force. I know I go freely, but in some way it seems I'm forced to go to these places. Talk and rumors of the philosipher's stone sightings. I have to follow them. And what always happens everywhere I go? I run into trouble. Not just some street trouble. Some serious ass-kicking trouble. Yeah I get my occassional beating every once in a while, but what hurts you makes you stronger, right?

Oh crap. What was that?

That clank. What the hell was that? I slowly glance over to my right and what do I see? A screw. Eh I'll put it back in no problem right? … Wrong. Deffinatly wrong. Now come on! I know this is where it came out of! Oh dammit. Oh hell. I can't move my arm now. I'm gonna get it now.

What's that now?

I slowly glance over to my side. It's just Alphonse. I quirk a brow tilting my head to the side, glancing at the cover of his book. "How to Take Care of your Cat"? My eyes widen as I open my mouth to say something, but my younger brother cuts me off. "Ed? Your arm? What's the matter?" I am about to ask him the question 'Well hell Alphonse, first we should be worrying about the cat that you're apparently hiding from me' but my attention is drawn to some of the sparks erupting from the small crack in my arm where I had placed the screw. I thought Al wouldn't have noticed my broken arm, but now it's flippin' obvious. "Uuuhm…" Completely dumbfounded I glance up to look over to the main desk, the librarian sitting there, talking quietly into a phone.

There's a phone!

I stand up, heading hastefully twords the front desk. "Brother, where are you going?" I don't turn back to talk to my brother, but I do answer him quietly. "I need to call that damn mechanic." I make my way over to the desk, it being slightly high forcing me to stand slightly on my tiptoes. I poke my nose over the desk as I stare blankly at the older woman. I clear my throat hoping to get her attention. Nothing. Dammit woman you're getting on my last nerves. My eyes slowly follow over to the small bell. I reach up to give it a slight tap. The woman finally notices and hangs up with the person on the phone. She smiles and answers me in her cocky tone. "Oh I'm so sorry little boy, I didn't see you there." Didn't… what…? "Okay WOMAN! WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT HE NEEDS TO RING A DAMN BELL IN ORDER FOR YOU TO SEE HIM!" The woman hushes me quickly, and I groan. She sounds a bit ticked off now. "May I help you?" I huff, glaring at her intently, and speaking through gritted teeth. "I need to make a long distance call." She stares at me for a moment and hands over the phone without hesitation. You'd figure she'd give me my privacy but she insists on tuning into my conversation. I slowly begin to dial the number. It's never changed and I seemed to have memorized it already. I never had to call her when we were little. I'd just sort of show up on her doorstep…

It's ringing. I'm completely frozen.

It's her.

Her voice is as bubbly as usual. I glance around, staring at the nosey woman as I turn my back, answering her back. "Hey Win!" … She's quiet. "Winry?" Heh, she probably is surprised to hear from me. I mean I never call and I sound way to casual. She answers me back, her voice sounding shakey. "E-Edward?" Yeah I really haven't called in a while. "No, it's not Edward. Uhm YEAH it's me you metal head. Who else?" Yup. That's my new nickname for her. I chuckle softly, leaning my back up against the desk, criss-crossing my legs somewhat. Okay, now to tell her. I frown a bit, glancing around the library for a moment, my eyes catching onto Alphonse. He's reading that damn book. I shake my head a bit to snap myself out of the stare, my voice becoming a bit lower now. "Anyway, I seemed to… uhm, I seemed to have…" I'm cut off again. First my brother, now her. "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?" I'm not going to say a word. She's mad. But when she's mad I find it oddly cute. I'm not going to laugh. I'll just simply grin. Of course she already knew that. I mean come on, when do I ever call to say hi? I watch my brother get up from his seat and walk over to where I am standing. "Edward! Well?" Oh yeah. I'm on the phone still. My attention always seems to get drawn elsewhere quickly when I'm talking to her over the phone. I clear my throat and take in a deep breath. Here it goes. "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..." That sounds about right. More nervous then right. Yeah that's how it happened. My eyes widen a bit as I hear a slight creaking noise. Dammit, she's furious. Here it comes… "You WHAT! IT CAN'T WHAT? I can't BELIEVE you Edward!" Dammit she's loud! I pull the phone away from my ear, my brother staring at me then he's drawn to the phone. "I'm so sorry for brother's carelessness. I don't know what happened. I'm sure he's sorry." Of course Al appologizes for me. Way to turn your back on your brother. Hell I can do it myself. I frown slightly as I bring the phone back up to my ear, mumbling a softly, getting ready for anymore yelling that could possibly burst my eardrum. "Sorry"… She stopped. It's silent again. I just keep screwing up. I perk up at her voice again staring at my brother. "Alright. Just when are you coming anyway?" I grin, standing up straight, proping one hand on my hip. "Well, we still need to take the train so we should be there in the next two or three days." She finally agrees to do the repairs and we hang up on some uneven terms. Hope she's not too mad.

I happily give the librarian back the phone and start walking twords my stack of books on the table I was sitting at. I need to check them out seeing as how I had no time to read them and they'll keep me busy on the train ride back to Resembool. My brother follows me to the desk to checkout books; he seemed to be checking-out his cat book as well. We start heading out of the library, as we grab our suitcase on the step in one hand, my books tucked underneath my other arm. Quickly we make our way over twords the train station to get the first tickets avalible.

I'm going home.

A/N: Wow! That was a lot longer than Winry's but of course Ed thinks too much. I wanted to include some childhood memories in there as well… So I knew Ed would probably go back on them more then Winry. Next chapter, a little twist of both as they meet up! (POV's seem so much easier then actual writing to me. I hope I did them well.)