Winry's Wrench of Hell
Good old Resembul. They had made it to their destination without much trouble. Of course, there were several train bandits trying to take everyone's valuables. Ed and Al had to handle it, much to their dismay. This was supposed to be their vacation, damn it! So couldn't these jackasses just let them have their vacation in peace? It saves Ed from messing up his already-messed-up automail more, and it keeps those stupid souls from getting metal spikes up their asses.
But no. They had to rob the train; they had to ruin part of Ed's vacation time and they had to make Ed screw up his automail more than necessary. This was getting on Ed's nerves. And what's more, they had to go the extra mile and call Ed a scrawny shrimp. Ed didn't mind the scrawny part, but calling him shrimp went way too far.
So, in conclusion, the four or five robbers now have to spend about five years of their lives picking out metal splinters from their skin… Not to mention go through some sort of detox program to get rid of the heavy metals in their systems. They just had to call Ed a shrimp.
Seeing that the jackasses who decided to ruin the beginning of their vacation were with the proper authorities, the Brother's set out for their main destination. They were within sight of the Rockbell dwelling, as well as Rockbell Automail, when they caught a glimpse of the distinctively short Pinako Rockbell standing on her porch, smoking on her signature pipe.
They reached the foot of the steps as she smiled down at them. Ed smiled back, happy to see the old woman. Al only waved since his armor can't smile.
"Edward, Alphonse. Good to see you two again."
"Good to see you too Auntie Pinako," Al said politely. Ed was going to greet her as well, that was until a UFW (unidentified flying wrench) smashed into the elder's head, throwing him back onto the ground, little dancing wrenches with golden stars spinning around his head.
"Edward Elric!" came a distinct woman's voice. "What took you so damn long? Four months, Ed! Four months and not so much as a call or a letter?"
"Good to see you too, Win."
Winry stopped her rampage at the blonde boy's greeting. She blinked her eyes a few times from her position on the porch. Her anger leaving, her features were graced with a smile as her wrench magically appeared back into her hand. Ed was standing again after being helped by his brother. Winry looked him up and down, noting the change in his posture. He was leaning more on his right leg and his right arm was hanging at his side. She glared at him.
"What did I say about being rough with your automail?" she growled, wrench at the ready. Ed made an uncharacteristic squeak jumped behind Al, who just moved aside to put Ed back under the female's wrath. She just sighed and motioned him to follow.
"Come on," she said. "Might as well size you up for new parts. I've been working on new automail for you."
Calming down, Ed followed the girl into the house, Al on his heels with the suitcases. It did feel good to be back here at home. It calmed them both to know they were with people who cared like family. He had it all planned; he would rest up tonight and tomorrow he would get his new automail and just relax with the people he hasn't seen in four months.
This was going to be a good two weeks.