Hi everyone! Sorry for the slight wait but trust me, I've been super busy with school stuff. But, since yesterday was my school's last Musical performance (T_T *I cried so much yesterday*) and I no longer need to stay at school until eight o'clock or later, I think I should be a Hell of a lot less busy.

So, here's the next chapter. Sorry if it's a little short of kinda filler-ish but I had to do it this way.

"So what's the damage?" Ed asked with a small wince while he stared at the large, red van.

The to-truck had arrived, allowing Winry and him to ride to the local mechanics shop. The rest of the group where yet to come but Ed had a feeling that it would only be a matter of time before they showed up; they had left a while ago.

"Well, I won't mince words with you," said the large mechanic who was busy de-greasing his large, hairy arms, "because you and I both know that it won't do no good. So I'll just come out and say that your engine is overheated."

Ed let out a small groan. He wasn't very knowledgeable when it came to mechanics, but between the tone the man was using and the look Winry was giving him, he knew it wasn't something that they could just blow off.

"So what can we do about it?"

"Well I do have some good news for you guys. Since this little miss caught this soon, I was able to get a look at it before the gasoline ignited or before you blew your head gasket. So this should be fixed a lot sooner than I would have thought."

"But…how long will it still take?" Ed asked uneasily. Even though there was good news, Ed knew by experience to expect bad new too.

"You kids said you were in a rush right?" He asked while rubbing his scruffy chin.

"Yes."

"Well since you too seem like good kids, I'll make it a rush job."

More good news, but Ed continued to hold his breath in until he knew the true verdict of the mater.

"I'll have it done by tomorrow."

Tomorrow…Tomorrow. Hours. You're losing hours! Almost an entire day! This can't be happening.

Once Ed was shaken from his trance-like state, he noticed that Winry had been asking the man about good, cheap places to stay at in the town. He knew that he was stuck. He knew that he couldn't be mad at the man in front of him for he was doing the best he could and even making it so that they could leave as soon as possible. Instead of screaming and fighting and doing everything his insides told him to do, Ed thanked the man, walked out of his shop, and made his way down the main street with Winry, in search of the Motel he had mentioned.

Ed stared up at the blank, peach-colored ceiling of the Motel room. The rest of the group had met up soon after the incident at the mechanics and where all horrified to find themselves stranded, a mere six hours away from their destination. Now they all sat on the floor of the Motel room, discussing in whispers as to what they should do until they were able to mobilize once more. Ed had the sneaking suspicion that they believed that if they talked loudly about the upsetting subject, they might incur the wrath if another Famous-Edward-Hissy-Fit. But in all reality, it just made Ed more aggravated and made his need for release increase.

"God I need a drink," He exclaimed to the entire room.

Those simple five words appeared to have perked up everyone in the room instantly. Jean and Roy exchanged mischievous smirks while Maes and Sheska made faces that appeared to agree with Ed's idea. Winry and Riza were the only two that did not seem excited about the prospect of drinking in an area they were not familiar with. Ed sat up after a moment and looked at his friends.

"Where do you think we find some booze?"

This question caused Roy's smirk to deepen into something that could be classified as borderline psychotic.

"I'm glad you asked that Ed."

"Well now because of that face you're making I don't think I am."

"Oh no, it's fine. I'm just excited!" Roy said with a small squeal of delight.

"Why may I ask, even though I know I'm going to regret it," Riza asked.

"I have a fake I.D.!" Roy exclaimed while he waved around his wallet.

"Oh no," Winry moaned.

"Oh yes!" Jean said as he pried the wallet out of Roy's hand and then proceeded to search for the I.D.

"'Francis Morrison'? What the Hell is with that name? What are you? From the 1800's?" Jean asked scathingly as he stared at the card.

"Hey I didn't ask for the name choice, I just got it as is," Roy said as he snatched his card back. "And besides, this thing had already worked for me plenty of time so it doesn't matter what you guys say."

"What have you needed it for?" Maes asked curiously.

"Where do you think I get all of Jean's cigarettes from? They don't just drop out of the sky."

"Well then who's got the money to pay for this?" Winry asked sternly while she crossed her arms across her chest. "Because even though I know you are somehow loaded, it's not like you can go and sneak money from you mother."

"Don't worry, don't worry. I'll handle it," Roy said with a not-so reassuring smile.

Just one more…

Ed thought as he stared hazily at the cup that had just been re-filled, by Jean, with amber liquid that he held in his hands. One more and I'll go to sleep…

Edward had been telling himself for the passed hour. Ed turned his head and grinned drunkenly to a red-faced Winry who was sitting on the floor next to him. It was almost four in the morning now and as Ed chugged his drink, he tried to remember the events that got him where he was now.

Roy had come back with more alcohol than anyone could have expected him to…he brought waytoo much…and then…then I started drinking some of those fruity drinks Win and Sheska like. And then…I switched to the beer.

Ed let out a small moan as his head began to pound, but he tried his best to ignore it and drained the rest of his cup, even though most of the liquid slopped onto his shirt.

"Need a re-fill?" ten slowly revolving Jeans asked as he stared down at Ed with a large grin.

Ed could have sworn that his head had shaken side to side and his mouth had made a noise that must have meant 'no', but Jean's smile widened and poured more of the amber liquid into his cup. He should have just tossed the stuff. He should have just went to bed hours ago when Roy started drinking the harder liquor that he had bought for himself. But he didn't and so his severely drunken brain forced his hand up to his mouth and tipped the cup towards his mouth.

"Ed…"

Ed slowly turned his head to look at Winry. Moments ago she had been red-faced and giggly. But now, her face was drained of color and a thin sheen of sweat coated her forehead. Ed opened his mouth to respond but for a few moment's nothing but air came out of his mouth.

"Whaizit?"

"I'm gonna puke…" Winry whispered as she rubbed her unsettling stomach.

"Can't get up," Ed muttered after struggling on the floor for a moment.

"Neader can I…"

"Try."

"You try…"

And so Ed struggled and pushed and pulled until he was in a standing position. Once he had stopped swaying, Ed reached out a hand to one of the seven Winrys before they gripped onto his hand and got up.

They stumbled and tripped and had many near misses while they made their way to the bathroom, or at least what they thought was the bathroom when in all reality it was actually the door that lead to outside.

"Whoa…when did da bafroom geh so big?" Ed asked as he swayed from side to side while he somehow supported Winry, who was becoming greener and greener by the minute.

"Ed…dis isn't da bafroom," Winry moaned as she slipped in Ed's grip.

"Jus puke out 'ere…" Ed muttered before he collapsed onto the ground, bringing Winry down with him.

"Oww…whyju do dat Ed?"

"Huh?" Ed grunted as he tried, and failed, to pick himself up from the ground.

Winry let out a pathetic moan before she pulled herself up onto the railings of the stairs and then vomited all of the contents of her stomach. Winry's loud retching got the attention of Ed, who appeared to have passed out.

"You okay Win?"

"No…" she moaned before she retched again. "I need ta go tada hospital…"

"No," Ed said, instantly perking up at this news. "You're not that sick."

"I feel ligit …"

"Yeah bu-but you don't look that bad. I mean I know wha' alk-ee-hall poisonin' looks like and… and…"

Winry's skin looked extremely clammy and her slightly erratic breathing registered even in Ed's alcohol soaked brain. She had been slurring a lot of her words and, after a quick glance at the parking lot below them, she had vomited a lot. Did she have alcohol poisoning?

"I'll go get Roy…he can help," Ed reasoned as he pushed himself from the ground.

"No!" Winry pleaded. "Don't leabme out 'ere!"

"But I…gota go get Roy ta help."

"No…" Winry moaned weakly as her eyes began to tear up and she shook her head back and forth. "No…stay by me…please?"

Before Ed knew what he was doing, he had plopped down next to Winry; his legs hanging over the edge of the concrete walkway and the only thing keeping him from falling were the metal hand rails. Winry stared at him for a moment, as if not believing what she was seeing, before she leaned to left and placed her head onto Ed's shoulder.

"Thanks…" Winry muttered into Ed's neck as she felt Ed scoot towards her.

"No problem…dat's what I'm 'ere for," Ed mumbled as he placed his head on top of hers before he closed his eyes.

The two soon fell asleep like that. Unaware of many things that were to come in the next week or so, including the fact that the morning sun, that would be rising in a few hours, would wake them and their hangovers up in the worst of ways.

Ooooh, they're getting closer and closer to Al...what do you think is going to happen when they finally meet? *evil grin* Well you'll just have to send me a review to tell what ou think now won't you.

Thanks for reading!

-FSK