Hello everyone! Thanks for all of the amazing reviews that helped me break 300 reviews!

Sorry if this chapter's grammar sucks because I have finals tomorrow and I'm busy working on a cheat-sheet my teacher is allowing me to use but there's a bunch of shit on the study guide so I wanted to quickly update it. More sorry since this is a bit short but I needed ti end it here to set up next chapter.

"…think you're sexy…"

What?

"…you're so… cute!"

Huh?

"…wants to kiss you…you should let her."

Kiss? Is she kissing him?

Winry was currently in a position that if she saw someone else in, she'd call them an eavesdropper and rude before, most likely, hitting them over the head with something. But this…this was different. She was allowed to take a step down from her thrown for a moment and do something considered wrong-right? All's fair in love and war; she kept telling herself to help justify her actions…and wasn't love practically the same thing as war anyways?

"Ahh!"

Edward's yell had brought her out of her thoughts and self-doubt. Before she was quite sure what she was doing, or even why she was doing it, Winry had sprung up from her crouched position against the door and her hand flew to the door knob and burst into the room.

…silence. Dead silence flowed into the room like an icy draft from an open window; a draft so that icy it seemed to freeze everything it touched. Winry's mind seemed to freeze along with the room while she tried to take in everything that was going on in front of her. There was Ed, lying sprawled on his back, face colored a bright red and eyes looking completely confused, and not to mention, scared. Winry was sure she would have found it very comical if it wasn't for the other two main things she noticed. Then there was the fact that he was lying, looking almost adorably confused, on a bed; her bed. Lastly, there was Rose…and seeing her like that made Winry's blood boil and her heart stop at the same time. She was lying-no-straddling Edward while looking so enviously appealing that Winry found herself hating herself a bit more for not being able to pull off that kind of sex appeal. Winry stared into her eyes and wanted to cry at what she saw: contempt with some almost sick pleasure in her eyes that made Winry feel like she was laughing at her. Laughing at her for even thing or believing that Ed would actually chose Winry over herself. As Rose began to give her an almost wicked smile, Winry shut her mouth and redirected her gaze towards Ed, hoping with every fiber of her being that he was staring at Rose with disgust and then at her with…gratitude for saving him…at the very least. But no, he laid there, looking just as adorably confused as before but now, after about a minute had passed by without a word being said, Winry didn't find it as adorable anymore. In fact, it started to infuriate her because it looked so much like the expression one would wear when caught in the act. As Winry began to feel heat flood to her cheeks and her eyes watering, she took a deep breath and tried her best to keep her bodily shaking out of her voice.

"Oh…sorry. Thought this was the b-bathroom," Winry muttered, cursing everything in the world that her weakness had began to show near the end.

"Bathroom's down the hall, Hun," Rose said in a condescending tone that nearly forced Winry to jump onto her, but she couldn't. She had to act as if she didn't care, even though it felt as if every internal organ she possessed was currently being cut apart by Rose herself with a pair of evilly sharp scissors. "Now if you'll just excuses us…?"

"Winry!"

Winry's heart felt as if it had jumped into her throat when Edward had called her name. But she didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to hear his excuses or even why she would have been foolish enough to believe in what he had said almost two weeks ago in her truck. Instead of going over to the two and pulling Rose off of him before beating her within an inch of her life, Winry began to slowly back out of the room. Ignoring Ed's calls for her that hurt her worse than she could have ever imagined before, she closed the door in front of her and was now walking down the hall, unaware of everything except for the front door. Someone may have called out her name, maybe more than one-who knew?-but before anyone could have stopped her, she bolted out of the party and down the hallway. Winry bypassed the elevator and ran straight to the stairs, hoping that physical stimulate would wake her up from this horrible nightmare.

"…I hope you realize that if could be together with you, I would…"

Well then why aren't you? Winry's mind screamed. Why am I not good enough? Why would being a girlfriend make me so much more of a threat than being a friend?

"You're afraid that Kimblee would use me against you… you block yourself out to everyone in the world there is always going to be someone that's a weakness to you..!"

"…I'll…I'll be thinking about what you said…"

Liar! You never thought of it seriously! …but, but he kissed me…

"Don't say that I don't want to be with you. Never…"

…liar…

Winry tripped on the last two steps and slammed into the emergency exit door and slumped onto the push handle; letting herself cry and sob over everything that Ed had told her regarding what might be between them. As she began to her frantic footsteps from stairs above, Winry found the strength to push open the door and run towards her car. She registered slightly that is was raining, water pounding onto her head with the same strength as the tears that were pouring out of her eyes while she struggled to find her car keys.

Once she was inside and had the car started, Winry slammed onto the pedals and skidded out of the parking lot. Where she was going, she had no clue; even if she had known the area, she doubted she would have the slightest idea between the pounding rain and her watering eyes. All she knew was that she wouldn't be able to look at the golden eyed teen she had loved since the moment she they first met ever again…

Winry stared out her window and into the next houses window. A kid had recently moved into the new foster home today, a kid her own age. She was excited to hear this but thoughts of biking along the nearby creak and playing in each other's backyards well passed curfew instantly flew out of her mind the instant she laid eyes on the poor kid.

He was missing an arm…and a leg. How could a kid live like that? More importantly, how did he lose them? After getting over the initial shock of seeing a kid her own age in that state, she wanted to help him and then hopefully become his friend.

She could see him sitting in his wheel chair in the middle of the room, reading a book on his lap. This was another thing that Winry found odd; why would any twelve-year old boy want to read instead of watching television or playing some brain-rotting video game but then again, maybe there wasn't a choice. So, building up her courage, Winry got up and walked over to the screen door that lead to her small wooden balcony. Leaning over the wood railing slightly, Winry took a deep breath before releasing the air in the form of a shout.

"HEY!"

The boy jumped so badly that he almost fell out of his chair, making Winry instantly feel bad but continued on with her shouting when he didn't look at her.

"You!" she screamed while pointing at him before he turned to look at her; for some reason his face turned a pale pink color when he looked at her.

"Um…yeah?" he asked quietly.

"So, you're the new kid?" Winry asked instantly, before mentally smacking herself for pointing out the obvious.

He nodded at this. Winry could not blame him for not responding to such an idiotic question.

"What book are you reading…?" Winry asked quietly when her brain seemed to stop functioning.

"What?"

"Oh um, nothing."

The two kids stared at each other awkwardly for another moment, exchanging looks and glances at their attire and appearances. Winry couldn't help but notice the way his shaggy golden hair fell into his big, bright gold eyes and that even though he was missing two limbs, he still looked better than most of the kids in the entire city. But putting appearances aside, Winry still felt an unusual pull towards the boy; one that told her to no only help him but to be with him; to be there for him and then maybe, in turn, he'd be there for her as well.

The kid then said something that made her feel as if the bottom of her stomach had fallen out.

"You can stare if you want you know. I don't really care."

Winry blushed a bit when she realized that he was talking about his…stumps. She quickly tried to rid herself of the feeling and pressed on with her oddly intense desire to help him.

"I-it must suck," Winry said lamely; he smiled slightly at this and Winry again felt as if her stomach had fallen from her body again.

"Kinda."

"W-well I was thinking…my family makes these awesome prosthetics. Their really cool!" Winry exclaimed, her eyes shinning with passion. "We could, you know…make some for you-if you wanted! I mean, I don't want to push them on you but it was just a suggestion so I-."

But Winry lost her voice when she saw him begin to laugh lightly at her stuttering antics. Again, she cursed her for her blushing face and for the odd feeling in her stomach that she couldn't account to anything. What was it?

"Prosthetics huh? My nurse keeps pushing them on me since I still have my knee and that means it'll be easier for a prosthetics fitting."

"You nurse?"

"You saw her. The crazy lady with the dye-job."

"Oh."

"Yeah…so, could you show me a prosthetic? Just so I could see what it looks like. Because I've seen some really shitty ones and I don't' want to be seen lumbering around with some piece of pink plastic stuck to me."

"Okay!" Winry exclaimed before she ran out of her room, down the hall and into the upstairs work room. Thankfully her grandma wasn't here at the moment so that meant that she could sneak one out quickly without questions; Winry settled on an arm and lugged it out of the room.

"That's it?" she heard him say in awe once she stumbled out onto the porch once more.

"Yep! Grandma designed it herself," Winry added proudly. "She's taking me under her wing and in a month she's gonna let me try and build one on my own."

"Badass."

Winry smiled gleefully at him while he smiled back at her. After a moment, it occurred to her that she was showing off prized merchandise and she didn't even know his name.

"So uh, what's your name? Mine's Winry. Winry Rockbell," she added quickly.

"Hiya Winry. I'm Edward. Edward Elric."

"What did you do?" Roy asked Edward in a mixed tone that sounded both accusing and slightly impressed.

Winry's sudden and tearful departure had left an immediate effect on the party goers and if that didn't, Ed running out of Rose's bedroom, yelling with Rose apparently trying to grope him as he ran did. Now, the music had stopped, the lights had been turned back on and everyone was trying to figure out what the Hell had just happened. Riza, however, quickly understood what happened the moment she saw Winry running away and wished she could have done something to help her poor friend.

"I didn't do anything!" Ed yelled, his voice cracking, before he turned to point an accusing finger at Rose, who was sitting on the sofa looking rather board with it all. "It was all her fucking fault!"

"What do you mean?" Jean asked, casting a confused glance at Rose.

"She was fucking molesting me!"

Rose rolled her eyes and scoffed at this.

"Oh please," Rose said in a slightly arrogant voice as she lazily inspected her cuticles. "Like you didn't love every second of it."

"I didn't-if you didn't notice," Ed growled. "And I certainly didn't appreciate you clinging to me for the past hour!"

Rose let out another scoffing noise before she got up and walked over to the kitchen, ignoring the others completely. Edward just wanted to throttle the girl between practically molesting him, messing things up with Winry, and the way she acted so cool about this, as if messing up a relationship was a daily event. (Although it probably was one Ed thought about it again) But Ed had to stop himself from attacking the girl because: she was a girl and he'd probably be arrested for it.

"So Winry caught you to at it?" Maes questioned.

"Again, it was all her and yes. I wanted to explain it to her but…she just left before I could think!" Edward said as he tried to keep the extreme pleading tone out of his voice; he wanted his friends to believe him but he didn't want sound as if he was faking it.

"Well first off we have to find Winry," Riza reasoned; everyone gave a general murmur of agreement to it.

"So let's go," Maes said, heading towards the still open front door.

"I hope you'll understand if I don't go with you on your little 'search and rescue mission'," Rose said in a board voice from the kitchen.

No one said anything to her but as Edward was leaving the apartment, he had the distinct feeling that she was staring at him with hungry eyes again and it made him feel both angered and sick.

Please be okay Winry…Edward couldn't help but chant in his head with every pound of his foot onto the stairs. Please understand what happened…

WAAAHHH! I felt so bad when I writing Winry's POV. Rose is such a mega-super ultra slut-bitch.

YAY FOR ME! Today was my last actual day of school! ...heavy sigh for finals now...wish me luck on my Geometery Final tomorrow-I'll need it.

Bye!

-FSK