Disclaimer: I do not own Ed, or his sexy-ness.

You and Me

The rain came down so hard, I could barley hear my own breathing. Thunder filled the sky as an angry roar, lighting up the country; Light poured into the room for seconds at a time, though every single hair on my head lit up. I was asleep, I had been for the last couple of hours, though I could still hear the storm outside of the small motel. Wind was thrown against our window, causing the wood surrounding us, the only pieces of earth holding the small room up against gravity to crack, nearly shaking.

I felt the bed shake as another roar of thunder filled the room. I forced my eyes open turning on my back. I rubbed them, but I could hardly see anything. Edward sat up on the bed looking toward the door. His eyes were alive with fire. I was silent as he slowly got off the bed to get himself a glass of water. I knew he didn't know I was awake. He drank the entire glass with in seconds filling it to the top again quickly. This time, he only drank half and walked back to the bed placing it on the night stand. He sat on the side of the mattress looking at the huge window as another strike of lightning filled the room. Eventually, I watched him sigh and pull the covers off his side of the bed as he layed back down facing me.

I closed my eyes quickly, for I had no intention of letting him know I was awake. After 60 seconds had passed I opened one eye, the one closest to him only to see his were still wide open. He starred at his right hand that layed in front of him. I could barley hear his breath, he was quieter then usual.

He seemed to be lost in thought as I unconsciously shut my eyes again. I fell asleep beside him, even when I wanted to stay awake to see watch him. Though exhaustion had secretly crept over me and gave me no choice but to relax and sleep.

It must of been another hour or so before I awoke again. The rain had now slowed down, but I could still hear thunder very close to the motel. I hadn't realized what I had woken up too until I heard it again. It was his voice, right beside me. I turned my head startled to hear him speak with such a harsh tone in the middle of the night. He was now on his back with one arm folded behind his head, the other rested on his stomach. His head was tilted toward my own yet his eyes were close tight.

"No... it'll work..." He mumbled loudly. I was sure he was asleep, but then again, Al had told me it was normal for Ed to talk during nightmares. I sat up looking at him, worried. His eyes began to flinch and every so often his right arm would move slightly against his body. Sometimes his mouth would move, as if he were speaking in his dream, though only moans were audible.

"Don't be scared Alphonse... everything... hum... bled..." His words were broken and hard to understand. I tried to think of what he could be dreaming. Maybe he was thinking of his mother, or where Al could be. Or maybe an event from his past. What ever it was, I was sure it wasn't anything good.

Suddenly, he squinted his face as he moved his head slightly to the side. "No... this wasn't... uhh, why..." He voice grew slightly with every extra word that left his mouth. I leaned toward him, as my heart began to beat faster. My hair slid off behind my shoulders, dangling over his body. He moved his head slowly from side to side, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

"Alphonse... I'm sorry... You... you shouldn't look..." And because of the tone he spoke at I knew what he was dreaming about. He sucked in a hard breath as I began to cry. He was dreaming of what I feared most, something that haunted him to this day. Something that always had. Oh, of that horrible night that changed his life forever, as well as Al's. I wasn't sure what to do. And so my next move seemed to just come to me unconsciously. My damn body had a mind of it's own as I rested my lips on top of his as quickly as I could. I squeezed my tongue through his tight, dry lips, licking them from chapping by the cold, November air. I cried into my kiss as I found his tongue, warm and moist.

And suddenly, suddenly with out warning I felt his eyes snap open as he grabbed my waist with his metal hand. The nightmare had ended in a flash and startled him. Though I kept kissing him, I didn't want to touch him, for there was still a slight fear from earlier that evening. When I felt he wouldn't return the kiss, I pulled away only a few inches away from his face. His hand was still tightly around my waist as if he was holding it for support. My wet eyes looked into his. Oh, and they were filled with such horror! Pain and suffering! Love and regret! Guilt and confusion!

My hands slowly touched his fevered face covering his eyes, as he obediently closed them with my touch. My forehead met his as I closed my eyes, using my warm body to comfort him from the cold, air surrounding the bed.

"Why do you still think of such horrible things Ed... I can't even imagine..." There was silence. His left hand appeared on my forehead pushing it away from his, as he rapped my bangs behind my ear. He grabbed my hand, with his eyes still closed tightly and intertwined it with his own.

"Because If I continue to hold onto those memories, then Alphonse won't have too. Nobody will..." He whispered deeply into the still air.

"But you still do..." I sighed opening my eyes and sitting up on my knees. Our hands were still tightly bonded together.

"I just want to be strong for him. It's hard for you to understand... I don't expect you too..." He slowly opened his eyes as well, but I forced them both closed again.

"That's not strength. Not mental strength anyway, you need to begin to live your life with no regrets. And believe anything, love everything you have done.'' He wasn't going to answer me, and I didn't want him too. I wasn't sure if my words would impact him or not. He was such an unpredictable person. "Rest. Your sick, do you want more water or something?"

He shook his head 'no' as I pulled the covers over his head, burring him under the blanket. I slid under as well, surprised he wouldn't release his grip around my hand. Although our bodies weren't touching, I could feel his heart against the bed. I turned on my side, folding both hands over his left one.

"You and me, we're going to get through this together..."

Soon after I heard his steady breathing, I passed out as well.

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