Authors's Note: Okay so I'm introducing a few new characters :) And this chapter is now edited as well as the rest! Finally :D

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Missed Calls

At 2:50PM the second session ended and the cluster of tired and cranky college students rose, stretched, and left as soon as possible. All except for Edward, this made Mustang's day. Ed took as much time that was possible to gather his things and make his way down the steps towards Mustang's desk. Eventually he met his destination, and the exhausted eyelids that belonged to the professor, transformed with evil giddy-ness.

Now that they were alone, they could talk on real terms. "Give me back my damn phone you asshole." Edward said as he stretched his hand out expectantly over Mustang's golden plate on his desk, reading 'R. Mustang'.

"Why is that how a big boy asks for something, brat?" Mustang vehemently returned. He opened a drawer and withdrew some paperwork along with Edwards's cell phone. He held them up and said, "5,000 words about the colonization of the Anglo-Saxons and their communities surrounding them. Due in two days. Enjoy the return of your fucking phone!" Mustang's hard smile muffled the laughter of superiority that threated to escape.

Edward snatched the phone, as well as the thesis to base his new 'extra-credit' off of, and continued to glare at Mustang. He then muttered a "piss-off" as he left briskly. Walking down the front steps of the University's main entrance, Edward made his way to the student parking lot. He stole a glance at his watch to check the time while unlocking his car and gliding in. "Shit, it's 3:10. Al's going to kill me if I'm late again picking him up." He sped his way to Central high to pick up his little brother.

Edward's younger brother is Alphonse Elric. He isn't missing any limbs, like his brother, but he's very cautious and protective towards everything. Alphonse looks a lot like his brother with slightly darker blonde hair and warm brown eyes instead of gold. Although even with similar appearances, their personalities differ greatly. Unlike the butch attitude and foul mouth that belongs to his brother, Al is your average young gentleman. He's also had more stable relationships than his brother has at age 16. He's a classic hard worker who is president for the sophmores and holds the school's titles as best pianist, violinist, and freehand painter. Although the only thing it takes to destroy his politeness is to be his brother, Edward. Along with the attitude and tardyness that comes with him.

The elder blonde pulled up to the pick-up zone and saw an angry foot-tapping Alphonse. "Hello? Band practice at the town center! Get a move on!" Al threw his violin into the trunk and leaped into the passengers seat. He huffed loudly at every red light on the way there. This quickly began to irritate the elder brother and he made sure to speed just enough to get past a light without running it.

Soon enough they reached Al's destination. "Thanks brother." Muttered Al, somewhat appreciatively. He slammed the car door shut, grabbed his violin, and strode into the music hall. After Al was dropped off, Ed took his time driving. He soon discovered he was just driving and not going anywhere in particular. He was just driving, it was somewhat of a stress reliever.

Looking at the clock, reading 3:40pm, in the car he cursed yet again as he remembered he infact did have somwhere to be. His job. "Every fucking time." He hissed as he drove dangerously fast, cutting off several people. After running several lights and stop signs, he pulled into a parking lot in front of a large building labeled E=Mc2. Because of a full elevator, he found himself running up the massive amounts of steps as usual and he continued to leap on and on until he reached the 5th floor.

He did not stop for a breather for he still had some distance to cover. Soon, after about 5 minutes of frantic sprinting, Edward finally reached his checkpoint and threw open the door into the laboratory. The stale odor of mixed chemicals swamped the room, making the average person nauseous. However Edward obviously is not average and can withstand it, and being so used to it he doesn't even notice it anymore.

"Just where have you been?" Dr. Marcoh asked in a state of his usual annoyance from the corner of the room. He was at his desk and had his back turned to Ed. "Honestly Edward, if you're going to work here and expect to get paid, you should be on time more often." Marcoh said while giving an exasperated sigh. Ed only scratched his head in embarrassment. The one person who normally scolds Ed is Mustang, and he'd just retaliate in any piss-poor manner possible. But it was different when his boss did because he hardly ever had to. Ed actually managed to stay on the Doctor's good side during his employment there.

"I won't deduct any pay this time, but next time I will. So think twice next time before you decide to fraternize with your girlfriends after classes. There's a stack of orders to be made for our new supplies list, it's on your desk so get to it." Marcoh chuckled as Ed stumbled over, even more embarrassed than before.

Things calmed down and Ed got his mind off things while he finished up his paperwork. Ed loved his job mostly because it was the most contact he could ever get in with certain chemicals beyond the classroom labs. He always studied the deconstruction and reconstruction of elements he tested in the laboratory with Doctor Marcoh. They study hard for a reason. There is a legend out there of their world's most advanced yet destructible element. Philosopheronium. Most modern day scientists refer to it as the Philosopher's Stone because of the shape the mythical element supposedly maintains. However nothing about that particular subject ever leaves the laboratory. It is strictly classified.

Edward soon lost track of time and after about 2 hours of vigorous chemical testings, it was break time. While Ed was in the elevator down to the buffet on the first floor for the evening, he opened his flip phone and turned it on.

He knew what he would have to do when he pocketed his phone and hurried to his meal. Ed engorged as much food that the buffet staff would allow in order to save time for 'what had to be done'. When the food was finished he took a nervous gulp and steadily made his way outside the main entrance to sit on the front steps. He pulled out his phone for only the third time that day, normally always on it all the time any other day. But not today of course.

It was about 6:20. 'Come on Ed! What's there to be afraid of? Stop being nervous, this is exactly what Maes talked to you about. But it's not like he's wrong... Just do it already and stop acting like a pussy!' His inner conflicting emotions argued. He proceeded to shake his head violently to get rid of as many thoughts as he could while looking like a shaking dog to a weirded out passerby. Accepting his fate and swallowing his pride, he shakily selected his missed call and waited for the ringing to begin.

He waited. And waited. Waiting only to hear her voice machine. Her sweet voice sang into the voice messaging system and he sank to his knees, sitting on the steps, while cancelling the call.

"All worked up for nothing... I'm such a fool. Well maybe I do deserve it." He cursed himself. 'Payback's a bitch.' He thought bitterly and sulked back inside.

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Previously that same day at 4:00pm, Winry's shift finally ended. She was pissed because of how busy their lunches always were and how she always managed to be in charge of them. Another thing was that she didn't get to have break so she could eat, unlike the snobby and pig-headed customers she and Riza dealt with earlier that day.

Riza walked in the locker room following suit of Winry. As they changed, Winry was the quicker of the two for she had another job to get to. "I'm really sorry I kept you busy Win," Riza apologized, "We never got to call him during what was supposed our break." Riza patted Winry's back as she made a start for the door. Winry turned around with a pathetic look combined with a forced smile. "I'll see you tomorrow Riza, have a nice night." Winry then left, leaving Riza stuck by herself explaining the details to Sheska with a remorseful look spread across her face. Then for both of them once everything was said and done.

It was a quiet trip home. Winry felt dead but made no impression of it even by herself. She was too strong to give in that easily. Remembering Mr. Garfiel's surprise, she sobered up and skipped inside her home to grab the essentials for the next task of her busy day. Soon enough she was back in the familiar machine room with the smell of oil in the air. Winry was wearing gray coveralls that tied around her waist, a black zip up tube top, and a red bandana over her ponytail. She strode over to Garfiel's office.

She opened his door and walked past his desk to the corner of the room where Garfiel was. At his feet were several brown boxes full of packing peanuts.

"Oh! Miss Winry! You gave me a fright!" Mr. Garfiel exclaimed as he dropped whatever he was holding back into one of the boxes below. "My my dear, now I have to go fix my lip-gloss."

"Sorry Mr. Garfiel," Winry started in apology, "I-"

"Don't worry about it little miss! While I go to the little boys room you can see the surprise for yourself! I'm sure this will take your mind off the boy troubles I'm sure you're having and be oh so excited!" He explained, giddy as a school girl, and skipped away to the 'little boys room'. Sure Mr. Garfiel was gay, but he was one of the best mentors Winry had ever had. He would even lend an ear whenever she was in a predicament with a guy. Not to mention his shops get the best shipments in Central.

Remembering what he allowed her to do, she immediately dug through the little green peanuts and came upon some smooth plating. "Oh my god!" She gasped aloud as she realized the advanced pieces of technology lying in her oil-smeared palms.

"MR. GARFIEL! I LOVE YOU!" She shouted out his office door. She then hurriedly grabbed the boxes and moved up to the front of the shop. Carrying the 3 large boxes all at once was an easy task for her. She then placed them upon the floor and took out the pieces one by one on her own examination table. They were the most gorgeous puzzle pieces she had ever seen, let alone touched. 'Well other than someone else I know... ' She giggled to herself and left thoughts of Edward behind for the moment to absorb herself entirely in her task at hand.

"Automail..." She breathed in an essence of awe. Even unheard of in some out skirting countries, she knew enough about this phenomenon to build her own pairs of arms and legs out of it. All thanks to Mr. Garfiel and the things he already taught her about auto mail of course.

Even around 2 hours later she was still experimenting with her own models, forgetting all other troubles in her life. Even forgetting about her cell phone, still sitting in her car, ringing as she tinkered away.

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Ed's work in the laboratory was finished and he was packing up his books to get ready for heading home. 'This is the worst day of my life.' He thought, overly exaggerating. Edward didn't even bother hurrying, he was late too many times to count today already. He then found out he failed to get home early enough to feed his brother. With an empty fridge he was going to order pizza instead that night. Sure the money that anonymously appeared in their account occaissionally hepled out some but the numbers had been decreasing lately.

For what seemed like the fifth time that day, Edward raced home. He hurried only to run to his apartment door and find a note on their door, the note was for Ed.

'Dear Brother,' began Alphonse's perfect cursive, 'I was here earlier than usual today from practice, but left to eat with some friends. I'll see you home later tonight around 9:30ish. Please don't be late again next time.' Ed could perfectly imagine the look of disappointment that would've been all over Al's face as he wrote the note.

Slightly relieved his brother wasn't starving and waiting for his pathetic and useless older brother, Edward reached into his messenger bag to grab his phone to check the time. 8:00pm. "Well, better get the money and order now while it's not too late." He said to himself while searching his bag for his house keys. Then his pockets. A loud and obnoxious curse. The messenger bag again.

"What the hell?" He exclaimed in disbelief. 'Where are my goddamn keys?' He thought and saw the shit pile he was buried up to his neck in. He banged his head against the door while fussing a frustrated yell. "Gone! Gone! Gone! Fuck! Shit! Damn! I'm so screwed!" 'This is going to be embarrassing if I have to wait more than an hour for my LITTLE brother to unlock the door. I'll look like such an idiot! He'll I AM an idiot!' He scolded with no remorse in his thoughts.

Giving up after his little tantrum, he slumped down on the floor, leaning against his locked door and checked his phone for the time again like he had OCD. "8:04pm huh? Well, I did want to take a nap today." he mumbled and grasped his phone with it pressed against his cheek. His eyelids began to droop and the heavy overexertion of his day took its toll.

He was finally starting to relax...

Until there was a familiar disturbance.

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It was a long day and Winry was looking forward to a decent meal. She hadn't eaten much except for breakfast that morning and some granola bars Garfiel had gladly given her. The first thing she did was check the time on her cell phone once she was situated inside her car.

Before she could read the clock she gasped and saw what seemed like a miracle. "He called!" She yelled in her car, and hit the top of her head on the car roof from her leap of joy. 'Pfft, I deserve it.' She reasoned for stating the obvious. 8:03pm read her screen.

With no hesitation, she dialed his number that she had already memorized due to her extreme infatuation with him. After about 3 dial tones, there was a click of connection followed by the sounds of muffled movement. This signaled Winry's chance to start the long-awaited fulfillment of 'Call Me'.

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The same obnoxious tune rang loudly in Edward's ear for the second time that day. He yelped in fright for his eyes had finally gotten into sleep mode. Ed cursed and raised his phone to his drooping eyelids.

They no longer drooped and in fact were now wide as saucers.

He excitedly but with equal nervousness, accepted the call at the realization of the caller's identity. He let out a breath he had involuntarily been holding and heard what sounded like nervous feminine breathing.

"...Hello?" She squeaked.

He couldn't believe his ears. 'Is the really happening? So I didn't get rejected?' He pondered in shock and amazement.

"...Hello, is anyone there?" Her voice sounded as though her posture was only just now maintained.

'Answer dumbass!' His conscience screamed in annoyance. "Uh-yes! Hello? Hi what's up? Hey!" He spluttered in pure embarrassment. Shaking off his nerves he started over. "Hello? Is this Winry?"

"Yes! Winry my name is!-what? Oh! I mean yeah it's Winry!" She too blubbered out. She cursed at her jitteriness and continued. "So this is Ed right? Edward?"

"Yeah that's me" He confirmed in bliss, letting the silence dag out. Both started to reminisce through their night together and the massive fluctuations of feelings for each other. Faces burned tomato red and emotions were met and accepted with caution thrown in the wind. The two became unaware of the silence being drawn out before them. But Winry noticed it first and casually took initiative like usual.

"Um well I know it's kind of awkward to say this after everything, but I'm glad were talking like this." Said a shy but confident Winry. Ed could almost see her face in a mild blush at her words, because after all perky rouge had already made its way to Ed's ears. "I know this is the first time we managed to finally speak over the phone but I have to tell you something first."

"Alright, shoot" Edward acknowledged.

"I believe you left a set of house keys at my place and I figure they're important, so you want them back?" She asked politely and made a face of confusion after she heard a loud smack on the other line. "What was that? Are you okay?" Pure concern radiated from her lips at the question.

Ed had just previously smacked his forehead in even more embarrassment and anger for his stupidity. "I-It's nothing, I'm fine. Yeah I kind of need them don't I?" Ed laughed and pushed away his self-righteous act of punishment.

"You haven't been waiting at your door or something have you?" She asked him, suddenly even more concerned.

"Oh no no! Nothing like that!" He lied a little too quickly. Winry mentally slapped herself for not trying to call him more than the one time.

"Right then... So I would think you would want them now?" She asked again as she moved on, trying to forget about how worried he must have been. He was probably in a frantic search for his keys due to her carelessness.

"Yeah I would.. " He said bashfully. "So where should we meet? Can it be right now because I have to get money from my house to order pizza."

There was a pause. "You there?" He asked.

"Oh yes! I'm here sorry! I was listening, sure so let's meet... Um do you know where Shmetterling Park is?" Said Winry with an anxious tone.

Edward winced as if he had been punched in the gut at the suggestion of the location. To the average person this is just an innocent park, but it's already been covered that Edward isn't average and neither has his past been. The simple park served as a part in the dark memories of Ed's past on 'that' day. The horrifying events of said area billowed through Edwards eyes and clouded them. They began to sear with pain and anger which swelled as a fierce and fiery flash of fire glistened amidst his golden orbs.

More silence. "Hello? Ed? Is that place alright with you?" The innocent question repeated in Edward's discombobulated mind.

He shook his head vigorously and answered with a swallow of pride. "Sounds good, I'll be there soon." And he swiftly hung up, not allowing an answer.

'Fate has a funny way if reappearing huh?' He configured in his mind as he walked down the stairs to what seemed like doomsday.

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8:23PM, read Winry's glowing screen. It was a frigid outside and Winry made proof of that with her puffs of air making an appearance to September's chill.

'Where is he?' She thought, wrapping her arms around herself. It wasn't working to well. She was in a such hurry to get his keys to him so she didn't change out of her tube top with coveralls. There were goosebumps on every possible inch of her skin as she desperately attempted to find a warmer alternative. Her silent cries of help for warmth were answered.

A huge trench coat had been draped around her shoulders and the shock of warmth made her squeak in surprise.

"Why are you out here in the cold with just... umm- that on?" He questined pathetically when he saw the skimpy top she had on. His lame stutter was followed by a reddening face.

'For already having sex with me, he seems like an innocent kid when it comes to cleavage... Perfect! I found a weak spot to torture him with.' Winry thought deviously,and concidentally off-topic. She then gathered her thoughts and took his car keys out from their hiding place -nestled in her tube top- and waved them in his face. So red he could compete with a tomato, Ed shakily grasped the already warm house keys from her hands and murmured a thanks in a quiet reply.

They sat in awkward silence until this time the one who broke it was Ed and with a brave proposition. "Are you hungry? We could order pizza back at my place if you'd like?" His question full of pauses and breaks. This gave away just how much his affection was if asking a simple question was a challenge.

'He seems different somehow, innocent... I like it, it's cute.' Winry thought with an unmistakable nod of the head. 'Wait. He's... Tense. And not in the way of asking for a small eating arrangement.' She silently observed.

Edward was tense. The park didn't exactly hold decent memories for him. He just wanted out of there. He briefly looked past his shoulder, for he felt an unwanted presence amidst.

There was.

The pair left suddenly, leaving behind the source of Edwards's problem. A figure with casted shadows among him moved backwards into further darkness since his examination was over.

'There's no mistake, that's the same blonde brat.' The stranger thought with disgust. And with that, his being disappeared into the night without a trace.

Just like he always did.

To Be Continued

Yay! They are all finished! :3 'Till next time!