A/N: Admittedly, this is a little out of the ordinary from what you usually see about Ed with his limbs back... but seriously, the kid turns his arm into a blade. You can't tell me he wouldn't miss that.
87. Change
Of all the things that came with getting their bodies back, Ed never thought he would miss anything he'd had with the automail. The sudden change he was forced to make in his fighting style was proving to be the most difficult. He never realized how dependent he'd been on having a transmutable limb until he caught himself about to transmute his real arm. Of course, Al had no problem adjusting to fatigue, which only added insult to injury.
Winry, ever the problem-solver, had an idea (and some spare metal lying around). After a sleepless night, she came charging in to the kitchen holding her creation. Ed, who rarely changed on his own will, sat predictably at the table nursing a strong cup of coffee. He looked up when Winry burst through the door, and raised an eyebrow at her.
"…who's that for?" he droned, looking almost longingly at the arm she held.
"Yours!" she squealed and grabbed his right arm.
"I don't need auto- what?" Ed replied and asked as Winry started stuffing his real arm into the hollow arm she held.
"You've been moping about your fighting, and you've never been good with change, so I outfitted you with some material," she explained.
Ed stared in awe. The arm was more like armor than automail. It fit his right arm like a long glove, fully covering from his fingertips to his shoulder. He clapped his hands and created his usual blade out of the armor. "This… it's even better than the arm since I can't screw up any wiring!" he exclaimed.
"Exactly," Winry groaned darkly, but her disposition lightened quickly. "So you like it?"
Ed pulled her into a crushing hug and gave his machine junkie a very thankful kiss.