Winry yawned. She was tired. Very tired. It came with the job though. She'd spent many nights creating automail for a set date, and that in turn meant many nights without sleep. Rez had offered to help, but Winry had told him that Ed's automail was something she took pride in and liked to do alone. She hoped it didn't sound too offensive, but it was true. The one thing Ed could rely on her for was his automail, and the one thing she could do for him was make it right.

She slid of the working bench, rubbing her eyes and yawning again. Her back ached from sitting in the same position for so long, even if it had been worth it. The automail was done, and after a few hours sleep she could connect it to Ed's arm instead of making him use the pathetic substitute. Winry walked into the dining room and was about to head to her room when she heard the familiar sound of living tin.

She poked her head around the doorway of the living room, her eyes resting on the unmistakable form of Al in the dark. Her fingers brushed over the light switch and the room was soon illuminated in a dim glow. Al looked over to her, and Winry knew that if he could smile he would of.

"Hey Al," Winry said in a gentle voice, she sat down beside him on the small couch. "What're you doing in the dark?" She asked.
"…Just thinking." Al replied.

"What about?" Said Winry. She pulled her legs up beside her.

"About when we were kids," Al said, "And when we'd stay up all night, the things we'd get up to."

"Oohh," Winry said. "Like the time we put whipped cream on Ed's face when he was sleeping so when he woke up he thought he'd have a beard?" She laughed,

"And when he woke up he thought he was ill and foaming at the mouth!" Al joined in with a chuckle.

"Remember when we ran away?" Winry giggled.

"If you could call it running away," Al said, "It was more like sleeping in a field 5 minutes from the house for a few hours."

"Yeah! Ah…" Winry smiled, yawning again. She looked at Al, and the same rush of affection she got for him whenever he was around returned. She couldn't put into words how much she admired him, how hard it must be for him to live the way he was, so she merely shuffled a little closer to him, wrapping an arm around his large one. "I remember." She said.

"Winry," Al said, after a few moments of silence.

She looked up to him, resting her chin on his arm. "Hm?"
"You know when me and brother get our bodies back?"

"Yeah?" Winry asked,

"What do you plan on doing then?"

Winry pursed her lips. She hadn't been expecting him to ask that. Truth be told, she'd thought about it before, but had always been sidetracked by her work or people she knew to actually decide on something.

"I don't really know Al. Maybe carry on with the business?"

"Hmm…" Al muttered, and she could tell he was deep in thought. He almost sounded sad.

"Why? What about you?" Winry asked.

"Hm…well, there's the apple pie you promised me." He said, a playfulness in his voice. "And after that, I don't really know either."
"You're going to stay here and relax for a bit, right?" Winry said. "You and Ed need, lets say, at least a….year of relaxing after all you've been through."

"A year…?" Al said. "That would be nice…but brother, staying still, for a year?"

Winry winced. "You're right. Your brother probably couldn't stay put for a week, I'm surprised he hasn't ran off back to Central without his arm already!" She giggled,

"Nah. He likes it here."
"He does?" Winry yawned, resting her head against him again.

"Yeah, we both do. Its nice to have someone to come home to…a place to call home. Its nice to have someone who believes in us…"
Winry smiled. "Well yeah. Its nice to have something to believe in."

They were silent for a few more moments, and Winry had to admit that even though he was a tin suit, he was pretty comfortable. She shifter silently, her eyelids closing then opening in attempt to keep awake, though she knew the battle with sleep was going to be lost soon. If only she had a duvet…but her bed seemed so far away right now and the dim light of the room made her position even more comfortable. She hoped Al wouldn't mind her sleeping on him.

"You know, Brothers in love with you."

And then her eyes were open and she was sitting up and the room was no longer dim in her opinion, but as bright as the sun to her adjusting eyes.

Had she just heard right?

Did Al actually say that? She looked at him, and in a painful moment cursed his body's face for being so unreadable. She didn't want to ask him if he'd said it. What if it had been a dream? What if she'd fell asleep and woken up in the same position and just dreamt he'd said it? Winry glanced at the clock. Then cursed herself for not checking the time when she'd fell asleep. She looked at Al, then to the clock, to the lights, anywhere, trying to figure out just what had happened.

"Are you okay, Winry?" Al asked, and Winry swallowed the lump in her throat. She frowned.

"Uh-Did I fall asleep?" She muttered, fighting the urge to ask if Ed was in love with her.

For some reason, Al looked like he would have been smiling if he could and that only made Winry more curious. "Hm, I'm not sure." He said. "I think you did. Can't be sure though."

Winry frowned again. "But, well, was I, like, leaning against you for-"
"-A few minutes." Al said, "But that doesn't mean you weren't sleeping."

Winry flushed. "Did I-uh-Um…" She swallowed again. "Never mind…Its almost 6. I'm going to make some breakfast." She muttered. She stood up.

"Don't you need some more sleep? You were up all night…" Al said,

Winry paused in the doorway. She gave him a thoughtful look. Was he trying to pull something on her? Had he said it and then made her think she was dreaming or was she just being paranoid? Maybe he was being honest, maybe he didn't really know- this was Al, after all, he was honest and sweet and kind and wouldn't do anything to make things harder for her, right? But what if he had said it? What if she hadn't been dreaming and he'd said it to try and confuse her or just to mess with her head? She mentally shook her head at the thought. Al wasn't like that. She had probably just dreamt that he'd said Ed was in love with her, she'd dreamt it before and would probably do it again. It wasnt like it mattered anyway. Even if Al HAD said it, it wasnt like Ed actually loved her.

"I'm not so tired anymore," She said, and headed to the kitchen.

Al, for once, was happy he couldn't bee seen smiling, because right there and then he was smirking like an idiot.


Thanks so much for your kind reviews! I'll reply to them all seperatly soon ^^3

This chapter is basically a little interaction between Al and Winry, just because i think they deserve it xD~ And well, Al being all mysterious is allways awesome :B I made it so he told her ed loved her because...well, just to confuse Winry! And because Al knowwss it and wanted to get it out in the open, but he isnt going to say anything unessicary when he see's the oppurtunity that she heard but isnt sure if he said it or not, so he's all 'I don't know what you're talking about!' -innocent face- xD

...Hope this makes sense. XD sorryy~

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