A/N: This one's a little... spicier. It's about time I start earning that 'T' rating.
Also, to answer Athenafrodite's question about the numbering: A few years ago, I saw an influx of Ed/Win drabble fics that all seemed to follow the same set of 100 prompts. If I had to guess, the list probably came from a LiveJournal community, but I'm not sure. The numbers in my chapter titles refer to the prompt number from that set. I wrote something for all of them, but I don't particularly like all 100 of my drabbles, so you could call this a "best of" of sorts. Or maybe a "not the worst of", since I think I got less discriminatory the longer I thought about them. I don't know, and I'm about to start rambling again.
20. Unimportant
It had only been about a month since Al had gotten his body back, but he already knew things were changing, already different in fact. At first, everyone would run up and hug him; even the ever-stoic Hawkeye sank to her knees and held him like a lost child. Now, the most he got was a warm smile, or a glint in someone's eye.
After the hugs, everyone would take him out for food and watch him eat as if they'd never seen a teenage boy shovel down food (Winry had her reasons for calling both Elrics "stomachs on legs"). Armstrong had insisted the brothers come round for dinner, and the big overemotional lug had burst into tears as he announced that Al would be a natural in the Armstrong family's tradition of competitive eaters ("A talent passed down from generation to…" Al tuned out and grabbed another ear of corn). Now, Ed would tap his foot and get all fidgety when Al looked at the dessert menu.
But Ed's frequent disappearances topped the list of weird changes. The elder brother could never be found on hot afternoons and most evenings, and Al even caught him sneaking back into their room early one morning. He confronted his brother about it, but Ed was evasive as always. He'd hold his hands up innocently and shrug, and Winry would drag him off by the braid for automail maintenance.
Al decided one day to figure out where Ed was hiding, by any means necessary. To do that, he decided to enlist Winry's help. She had to be curious, too. To be sure Ed wouldn't overhear their plotting, Al decided to wait until after Ed had disappeared one evening before he approached Winry .
Ed had left about an hour ago, and Winry was probably in her room, designing automail or something. Al knocked but got no answer, so he gently pushed the door open and stuck his head in.
Winry was there all right, lying on top of- oh, so that's where Ed keeps sneaking off to. Al couldn't tell where one mouth ended and the other began. He saw the pale hill that was Winry's rear, the crushed swell of bosom against his brother's chest, and-
Al shut the door and bolted downstairs before either of them noticed him and killed him. He had a feeling he'd just become a little more unimportant in his brother's life, but if he'd been replaced by Winry, he didn't mind in the least.