See, I told you I would update soon :D I've been itching to write this one for quite a while now. Since I have 3P finished, it's fair to write this, it's squeal. Yes, I'm being quite sneaky and not putting in the "Part 3". But hey, I'm just trying to pull in more readers. :P

I'll change the name soon. But rest assured, this IS part 3. I'm going to write it in such a way that it wouldn't be necessary to read the first two in the trilogy. Though...most people probably have no idea who Aria is...or what happened to Ed and Al...and where Izumi is...and a whole lot of stuff...you know what, scratch that. Some people are going to get lost if they read this. But the overally story is going to focus on Ed and Winry, so if people don't mind a little confusion, then all shall be well.

Anyway, here is chapter two. I know you'll like it.

OH! And I want to thank my reviewers. XD You guys are awesome!!!

Also...for future refrence...no predictions...if you figure it out, don't ruin it for others who are still gussing. :P Thankies!

Chapter 2 - Summer and Discord

"Winry..." Ed shook her slightly as she lay lifeless on the coach. Hohenheim had come back in the house for something to drink when he noticed the lack of noise coming from the garage. Upon investigation, he saw her laying there, near lifeless, her breathing was hoarse and shallow.

"Don't shake her too much." Aria placed a hand on his shoulder. "She'll wake up soon." She had gotten the good idea of trying to get her to drink some water, little by little and very carefully in her unconscious state.

Ed sat on the floor next to Winry, who was laying out on the coach, the half empty glass clasped tightly in his hand. "Should we give her more?" He said, a twinge of worry in his voice.

The red haired girl shook her head. "Too much would just make her sick. Did you call the doctor?" She turned her attention to Al.

He nodded. "Yeah...she said she would be here as soon as possible." Dr. Heston had been relocated to the nearby clinic, so calling her was the quickest action

Winry stirred and began to sit up. "I have to finish...he'll be here in a few hours." It was apparent that she was confused as to what time of the day it was. Trying to sit up, she was stopped by Edward.

"Don't worry, you were only asleep for half an hour." He pressed on her shoulder, causing her to lay back down.

"Huh...Really? Did I fall asleep again?" She said, rubbing her eyes. She looked over to Pinako who was standing at the edge of the coach next to Hohenheim.

"Again?" She asked in a concerned tone. "This has been happening to you much lately?" Pinako asked her. She examined her face. Winry's cheeks were a healthy shade of pink and her eyes, though they were a little glassy at the moment, they looked as crisp and blue as ever; not a dark circle to be seen. "You don't look sick..."

"Neither did Mom most of the time." Ed sounded as though he had his own heart in the palm of his hand and he was squeezing it tightly.

"Ed, don't jump to conclusions. The doctor hasn't even gotten here yet." Al snapped at his older brother. Normally he called him 'brother' merely out of respect, but it was when he actually used his name that Ed knew he was serious.

"It's probably just heat exhaustion." Hohenheim piped up. He had a bad habit of keeping quiet in these situations, but figuring that adding a little comfort to the situation seemed like a good idea.

Aira chimed in. "Yeah. Pinako says that Winry doesn't look sick. It can't be anything too serious."

Ed rubbed Winry's arm in concern. "You're right. No sense in getting all worked up about it." He gave Winry a reassuring smile and caress of the forearm. She held his hand in response.

Pinako silently watched the two of them exchange gestures. She smiled. Her suspicions had proven to be correct. Though now that she had confirmed it, there was not a shred of doubt in her mind that Edward truly did love Winry. That would explain the frequent walks they would go on. Young love was such a sweet thing, she would have to remember to pick on Edward for it later. Not because of her old age or immaturity, but rather for the joy of watching Edward squirm uncomfortably. She smiled, but before she could add to the conversation again, she could her the purr of a car engine outside. "I think someone's here." She glanced over her shoulder to the doctor now making her way up the front steps.

The door had been left open. Dr. Heston knocked on the frame of the door. "May I come in?" Pinako waved her on in. "What seems to be the trouble?" She glanced at Alphonse. "Oh, I'm glad to see you're doing well." Al smiled at her while she made a quick scan of the room, she saw Winry laying out on the coach. "This must be Winry. How are you feeling?" She said, kneeling down next to Edward.

"Really dizzy...kind of nauseous too." She held her stomach.

"Alright, I'll examine you." She looked around the room. "Would you mind giving us a little privacy please?" She asked in a polite tone.

Ed stood up. "Right."

He sat on the back porch, out of the sun, and nervously fiddled with knuckles. Stretching and cracking them in as many ways he could think of to try and keep his mind off of what Winry could or might have. Ed was worried as to what could be making Winry sick. It must have been the heat, there was no other explanation for it. Other than the one he came up with. He shook the image from his head. He lost one family member to illness, he didn't want to imagine losing another.

The back door creaked as it opened and Dr.Heston appeared through it. "Would you like to come back in now? We're finished." She said.

Sure enough, Ed, Al, Aria, Pinako and Hohenheim all headed back into the house. In the living room, Winry was sitting up straight, drinking a big glass of water.

Dr. Heston packed up a few of her things and closed her bag. "From the looks of it, it's just heat exhaustion. But it's a good thing you called, it's in the later stages, so if it worsens, you know now to take her to the hospital."

Ed sighed in relief. "That's good...well, not really. But it's better than what I thought it was originally."

The doctor looked at him. "And what might that be?"

Ed lowered his vision. "Oh...it's just...mom died from an illness that resembled this one...I was just worried that it--..."

"Illness?" She looked back at Winry. "Would you be happier if I did a blood test just to make sure?"

Ed and Al exchanged glances. Ed spoke up. "Winry...would you mind?"

Winry shook her head. "Not at all. I remember someone saying that if Trisha got attention sooner, she might have lived. Definitely."

The doctor rose from the chair. "Right, I'll have you in to get the test tomorrow. Is ten o'clock alright?"

She nodded. "That's fine." She removed a few blond strands away from her face.

"Good, I'll make that appointment as soon as I get back. We'll take the blood tomorrow and in two weeks, we'll have the results."

She faced the counter, messing around with something on it's surface. Turning around, she spoke. "Let's do something evil!" Aria said, a devious smile on her face.

Winry took a step back, slightly creeped out. "Like what?"

Aria picked up a few potato slices that she had cut from the fresh potatoes from her garden. "Let's deep fry them."

She stared blankly at the shorter girl. "That's your idea of 'evil'?" An eyebrow raised.

The red head became discouraged. "Yeah..."

Winry stared blankly for a few moments before finally saying something. "You've led a sheltered life...haven't you."

She lowered her head in shame. "...yes..."

Winry smiled just the same. "That's ok, let's deep fry them." She said in fear of hurting poor Aria's feelings. Normally she didn't eat things that were deep fried, but since Aria seemed to have her heart set on it, she gave in and they cooked the potato wedges in sunflower oil. Sunflower oil was Aria's favorite oil to use for french fries, so she bought some especially for the occasion.

"Leave it up to me to want to deep fry things on a day like this." She said, pulling her dress out and fanning her chest with the hem of the neck.

Winry smiled as she placed yet another glass of water down on the table. "It's no trouble. That's what the fan's for." She said, standing in front of the industrial size fan that she, herself, had made. Her hair blowing softly in the breeze it created.

After frying up the potatoes and dousing them in salt, the two girls sat down and enjoyed an afternoon snack. Aria bit into one of the fries and breathed with her mouth open wide. "Woo, hot. But yummy. Try it."

The potatoes were crunchy looking and their once white flesh, now was tinted yellow form being cooked in the grease. Winry, being a good sport, took a bit of one of the smaller cooler ones from the first batch. "Wow, these are good. Fresh veggies are so much better than the ones that we get shipped to the stores." She said through a full mouth.

Aria giggled. "They really are."

Only being halfway through her plate, Winry stopped and held her stomach. "Ouch...my stomach."

The red haired girl looked up at her. "Do you feel sick again? I saw you drinking plenty of water." Aria looked around to see Winry's empty glass sitting on the counter.

Winry stood up, a hand holding her belly tightly. "It's not a sick feeling...it feels like I got punched it the gut." She winced in pain. "I think I'll just lay down on the coach again. Sorry I can't finish the fries."

Aria stood up. "That's no problem. You just go lay down. I'll bring you another drink of water." She watched the blond haired girl exit the room and head for the living room. Turning on her heel, she faced the sink and turned on the tap. Allowing the water to get cold, she filled Winry's glass up again. 'Was it the potatoes that made her sick? No...I ate them too...' Aria mulled it over in her head. Winry must have still not have been feeling well since that morning.

Ed laid out on the cool grass next to the river along side Winry, clasping her hand tightly. "You don't think the test will say anything...do you?" He asked in a worried tone.

Winry shook her head. "I don't think so...though I am worried about my stomach rejecting those potatoes." For the hour after she had eaten the fries, he stomach had a constant ache in it. "So you didn't feel sick either after eating them?" She questioned in a worried voice. No one else got sick from eating them.

He shook his head. "No, not at all. We'll know what's wrong with you in two weeks anyway. Be sure to mention about this to the doctor tomorrow."

Winry nodded and rolled over next to Edward, hugging his automail arm tightly. "Od course...so...did you still want to do anything tonight?" She smiled slyly.

Ed gave her a smirk. "Are you feeling up to it?"

She crawled over to Edward and crouched over him. "Of course, but we should probably get out of the open." Indeed they were shrouded by the mask of night but they were also laying out in the middle of a field, the long grass stood tall all about them.

"No one's going to see." Ed pulled her down and kissed her cheek softly.

Ok...so I'm not going to put in a lemon this soon in the fic, but the idea IS implied at least. Bare with me while I get the plot going. XP

Preview - The two weeks pass and Winry is told the underlining reason to her strange ailments. But where has Edward gone?