Dear Reader,

dang, I hope yall don't hate me for this chapter. *sigh* but it must be done. Don't worry, everything works out for the best...I think...Gah! I feel so sick! Yall are lucky I wrote this! I woke up and found that my lap top was GONE! Luckily, my stupid grandmother doesn't know my pass word. HA! I yelled at her for an hour about sneaking into my room while I was alseep and taking my stuff. I would have been mortified if she would have logged on and had seen my lemon chapter! ya, I had my story minimized when I shut off my computer, and it was up when I turned it on today. I would have had a heart attack. Okay, so I feel bad for envy. Really. He cried in this chapter. And theres a snippet from Ed's point of view. yall are so amazing for reviewing! I love yall!

- Ramona F.

P.S- DON'T KILL ME but I've recently been rewatching the series to get familiarized with the characters, and I made a mistake in one of my chapter which I SHALL fix. I said that Scar killed Winry's parents. Hahaha...Um, Scar killed her parent's in Fullmetal Alchemist BROTHERHOOD. Ya...Not the regualer Fullmetal Alchemist...Winry's parent's where killed by Mustang...hehe * sweat drops* sorry. And I did a horrible editing job last time. Imma go fix it. I promise! Oh, and listen to the song quoted. It's one of my freaky indie songs I like. Hey, I'm half indie kid half myself. I can't help it!

Fade Away

As the summer fades away
You'll lead me to the garden
Passing the lovers
Swooning in the autumn

See yourself, your image in the eyes of someone else
See yourself, your fears as they appear to someone else

When the sun sets
On dark silhouettes
Collapse into dream

As summer fades away
Laugh at my reflection
Passed to a lover
Seeking your affection

Though I know you won't be here for long

- Scarlet Fields, The Horrors

"Damn it Al!"

Edward punched his automail fist at the notice board. It shook so hard, it scattered the photographs of missing persons all over the place. Winry's scowling face flew around him, taunting him with her many angry eyes. And their failure of finding her...His failure.

She had been gone for a month.

An entire month.

" Brother..." Alphonse said softly from behind him. He heard the sound of empty armor slowly approaching, and then a giant gloved hand fell on his tense shoulder, being as gentle as it could.

" Al I...I didn't even say good bye to her...I just...Left..." He whispered fiercely.

He recalled when he had last seen her... He had been scuffed up pretty bad, and Winry certainty had noticed. He could remember her sitting behind him, pleading with him not to go out again. He had been so conflicted and angry. Who was she to tell him what to do? Had been his first thought. Did she not understand how important it was that he search for the Philosophers stone? But then again, Winry had never really understood. She had simply once said that the two brothers should stay as they where. Edward wouldn't have that. Not when there was a way. He didn't care what he had to face. He would get their bodies back.

Edward remembered leaving her, it had been burned into his memory. Not even saying anything as he left. What was there to say? He had called out to Sheska, but that wasn't enough. That's not what she wanted from him. Winry wanted him to do something but he had no idea what it was. Her eyes where always pleading with him. But he couldn't understand.

And then..She was gone.

He'll never forget getting the frantic call from Sheska. The book worm was crying her eyes out, and was hardly audible. The only thing he could make out clearly was, " Winry...Taken...".

Someone had taken her. Came into her room in the dead of night and snatched her.

And he hadn't been there.

" Edward, please don't go..."

It's my fault she's gone. If I had been there this never would have...

" Dammit!"

He punched the board again and it snapped in half. The severed pieces fell with a clatter at his feet. He hung his head. He let tears escape his eyes, but he had a fierce look on his face of determination and rebellion. " If I ever find that bastard who took her-"

" Don't say that brother. We'll find Winry first."

Edward angrily smacked away his brothers hand and looked up at him.

" Face it Alphonse! She's dead! We've looked and looked and..." He gestured around himself. At the fallen photos of Winry. Her scowling face looked up at them as if it was mocking their failure. He couldn't bring himself to even look at photos of her.

There was determination and calm in his brothers glowing eyes. All was silent for a moment until Alphonse spoke up in his small, echoing voice, " I know you care brother. I do to. But saying she's dead is only going to make it a reality. We have to stay positive Edward. For Winry."

Finally, Edwards face twisted in anguish. He covered his face in his gloved hands.

First Mom, now Winry...

" I never...I should have said something to her...I..." He said in his sorrow, his voice coming out as a whisper.

To think that that had been his last time to see her. That he had wasted so much time. She had cried, had begged him to stay. To come home. Maybe if he had listened, and at least stayed the night...she wouldn't be gone.

" I miss you when your gone Edward..."

He looked down at a her photograph. Her blue eyes pierced through him. Memories of his childhood flooded around him, and he allowed himself to drown...

Winry sat beside him, not thinking he was awake. She was asleep, sitting up right in a chair. He guessed she had been watching him all night. He had been in horrible pain...Getting all his nerves attached to the automail arm and leg he now donned. He was told he shouldn't stand. But he didn't care what they said. He was going to stand, and no one was going to tell him otherwise.

" This pain is nothing..." he whispered with a determined ferocity as he went to stand.

He noted that Alphonse wasn't in his usual corner. He was probably outside.

Edward got up, and tried to be quiet to sneak around Winry. As he put pressure on his leg, a horrible pain shot up through him. He felt like a rod was being shoved up his leg, and he could help but let out a small little cry in agony. He went to clutch at his leg, but his fingers met cold metal. Everything began to go fuzzy, and he felt himself falling. He braced himself for impact. Not before feeling a pair of soft arms around him. In his delirium he breathed in, and was surrounded by a soothing sweetness he had never known before.

" Oh Edward..."

He opened his eyes as a pair of beautiful blue met his.

He had never noticed how beautiful they looked...

Edward shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

He finally realized he was lying back in bed. He guessed he must have passed out from pain. He stared bitterly at the ceiling. " Damn it." He mumbled.

How am I supposed to be a state alchemist if I can't move?

A soft hand went to his forehead, and he looked to see Winry's worried eyes. She leaned over the bed, and her long hair slightly fell on his face. He could smell her...It was the smell from when he had passed out.

Has Winry always smelt so good?

He blushed slightly when she looked at him again, turning her pale, sky colored gaze on him. She had flecks of gray in her eyes...And a darker blue to go along with her lighter shade...

She smiled, breaking his concentration from her eyes. " How are you feeling?"

He gulped a little.

She's just Winry. Nothing to stare at. She's all scrawny and whines all the time! Not to mentions she's a cry baby and cries about everything.

" Edward?" She pressed when he didn't answer right away, worry in her eyes.

He rolled his eyes, " Well considering I just got all of my nerves connected to a couple hunks of metal...Peachy. Just peachy."

" Hunks of metal! I worked really hard making those Ed!" She stomped her foot.

" Automail junkie." he snickered.

" Alchemy freak!" She cried.

All thoughts of Winry smelling good or having pretty eyes where gone.

He stuck his tongue out at her and she did the same. It went on for about twenty minutes until Alphonse came back in and tried to stand between them, like always.

Through his tears, Edward smiled at his memories.

Is that all I'll have of her now? Just memories?

The thought caused a tremor to go down his spine and he pushed away the thought.

That memory was when he had first noticed her. And the last. Edward didn't have time fro such things. He had to get he and his brothers bodies back. No matter what. And if that meant he couldn't...Go after something he wanted, then he would give up that pursuit. His brother was all he had.

Edward hadn't even been sure what was going on between he and Winry...He didn't know what he wanted.

But when she left...he realized what that absence could be like. There was a void in his life that could no longer be filled. A place in him that had been taken from him. Edward found this to be strange, before she had been away from him for so long, and he hadn't felt anything like what he was feeling now. Now...She was in trouble. And he imagined that day when she had been taken by Barry the Chopper over and over and over in his mind. He imagined some sick freak like that hacking up Winry and...

Edward stopped himself.

He wiped his tears away with his sleeve and looked up at his brother.

If Alphonse could smile, he would be right at that moment, Edward mused.

" We'll find her brother. Don't worry." Alphonse promised, like he had been for a month.

Edward picked up her photograph. He had the original in his pocket, but he didn't want Alphonse to see he had it. No one knew it was there. And he didn't think it was necessary for Al to know. He would just tease him. But Edward took comfort in having it...It made him recall when he had taken it.

Just another memory...

Edward looked around and let out a heavy sigh.

" Better get these cleaned up Al."

" Edward Elric."

Edward turned to see Louis Armstrong staring down at him. He was a colossal man, with a bald head except for one lock of blond hair and a blond mustache. His pale blue eyes looked down to a bundle of papers he was holding. They where the fliers that had scattered to the ground. Well, half of them anyway. Edward had made sure to make as many copies possible. Currently, Winry's face was posted on half of Amestris.

" I'm very sorry about Ms. Rockbells disappearance. It's a shame."

Edward clenched his fist. It shook with his sorrow and rage.

" I'm going to find her." he vowed. He made his signature determined face.

Armstrong gave him a confident grin after staring at him a few moments.

" I know you will..." He then ripped off his shirt and struck a pose, " The flames of love conquer all!" A light seemed to come from no where and shine down on him.

Alphonse and Edward stared up at him and simultaneously sweat dropped.

" She's out there somewhere Edward." Riza Hawkeye said from behind the still posing man. Her fierce eyes locked onto Edward's and she gave him a determined nod.

" Elric, Sir, theirs a phone call for you." a voice cut in.

Edward turned to see a secretary waving at him from behind a desk.

" A phone call?" he echoed.

" Yes, it sounds really urgent. Something about a missing persons ad-"

Edward was across the room before she could finish her sentence. He ripped the phone from her hands and held it up to his ear, smacking himself in the process. " Hello?" He yelled into the device.

" Is this Edward Elric?" A male voice asked from the other line.

" It is. Who is this?" Edward asked cautiously.

The line was silent for a few moments, and Edward thought he had hung up. But his voice came back on and startled him. " William. And I've found the missing girl. Winry?"

Edward felt his heart stop. " Where are you?"

" Central station."

" I'll be there in ten minutes."

Edward didn't even give him time to reply. He threw the phone down and happily turned to face Alphonse. The suit of armor was staring at him expectantly.

" Someone found her." He smiled.

" Alright! I told you brother!"

" Well lets not keep your love waiting!" Armstrong said, posing.

" Cut that out- Hey! Put me down!" Edward shouted.

Armstrong had hoisted him over his shoulder and began running at top speed. Edward felt the skin on his face pull back, but his heart twittered with glee.

She's alright. She safe.

"To Central Station!" Edward shouted, and pointed ahead.

As Armstrong ran with a rugged pace, Edward made a new vow.

I'll never let this happen ever again. Never.

" Tell me again Envy, how did she escape?"

Envy stood only a few feet away from the woman, but he could still feel the icy daggers cut through him. He stood his ground, clenching his fists. He was prepared for the worst. Envy held his chin high and returned her glare. He didn't care anymore anyway...She was gone.

His body bristled.

He couldn't think about that.

But Envy was finding it harder and harder to avoid the topic, since it was all Dante wished to speak about nowadays.

" Really, it was such a long time ago. I don't see why you care. I've explained it to you countless-"

" But I want to hear it again. Humor me, will you?" Dante asked, interrupting him as she always did. Her body was standing before a giant window, looking out on the underground city below. Because it was winter, it was warmer in the mansion, allowing his "master" to wear thinner dresses. She took the liberty of trying to show more skin, and flaunting it in front of him. Envy felt sick looking at her. All he could see was her corpse like skin and how in time, it would rot.

Envy stared at the floor and recited the lie he and the others had agreed on in his mind.

" She jumped out the window and left on a train. I lost track of her in Central, where Fullmetal found her" he couldn't stop himself from growling out that little bastards name.

Memories assaulted him and he urged them back.

He could only remember when he was alone. Only then could he show his new damned emotions that his "master" couldn't see. Only then could he remember her...Only then could he day dream of what could have been.

Dante stood motionless for what felt to Envy like forever. She was just doing this to make him uncomfortable, he knew. He recalled when he had first broke the news of the girls "escape". He swallowed a grin when remembering Dante's face. She had been pissed.

" That will be all Envy. You may go now."

Envy didn't waste time leaving. He turned on his heals and almost ran out of the room.

Wrath was sitting on the floor, and looked up at him with large, worried eyes. He was clearly afraid. Envy knelt before him and took the boys chin in between his fingers, tilting his gaze up to him and locking eyes with the child.

Over the months he and the imp had grown an almost brotherly bond. He looked after the child, making sure he was well taken care of and taught him things his fake mother could not. He lent him brotherly advice, and found the child's dotting to be growing on him. They spared together, and he was happy to admit that Wrath was excelling nicely, and had mastered both his body and his alchemy.

But now Dante wanted to see him. Alone. And Envy couldn't help but feel his need to protect the little sin to flow over him. He wasn't sure why Dante had been so focused on the child, and Envy was afraid of what she would do...Or what she would force him to do.

Or eat.

" Don't show any fear. Your better than that." Envy whispered.

Wrath gulped and nodded. Envy let a grin pull on his face. Wrath closed his eyes.

" I miss her..." He whispered.

Envy's heart stilled and he felt a pang of sorrow fill through him. He closed his eyes tightly as images of her assaulted him.

He could feel her soft body under him. Could taste her sweet lips on his own. Could feel her moan into his mouth and her hands through his hair. He could see her eyes and her smile within them. Could hear her saying his name in that loving tone...

Envy's mind screamed at his memories to stop. He could only take so much...

He clutched at his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw Wrath looking at him with sympathy. Wrath placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled softly. " At least she's safe now, brother."

Envy had never been called brother before.

He was then reminded of Fullmetal pipsqueak and his tin can.

Something he had always envied about them was their brotherly bond. And now it appeared that he had his own. His pain from remembering her subsided for a moment, and he couldn't help but smile down at the little boy. He rather liked being called brother. He couldn't deny himself that.

Wrath stood abruptly and stretched his arms over his head ( Something he had picked up from Envy) and looked down at him. Wrath grinned, exposing his sharp teeth like always, and walked past Envy.

Eventually, Envy stood. He slowly made his way down the hall. It was dark, but he could find his way easily enough. He paused once he made it to Lust's door. He stared at the black oak for a moment, and recalled his last conversation with his sisterly sin.

" That was a noble thing you did, Envy."

Envy looked to the ground, so he couldn't see her sincere face. " Whatever. Now it's done."

A hand went to his shoulder, and he jolted in surprise. It wasn't like Lust to show such affection. But then again, it wasn't like Envy to care for a human. Her face was not at all how he remembered. It was...peaceful. Not seductive or evil. He had the stones to thank for that, and his current condition.

" But now she's safe. Would you rather her stay and-"

" Don't say it. Don't, just..." His voice turned into a whisper and he closed his eyes.

After a few moments passed Lust moved in closer to him , and he was startled, afraid she was her old self and making some pass at him. He really couldn't handle that right then. But she only moved to whisper in his ear.

" I'll watch over her while in Central. I'll make sure she's okay."

Relief washed over him and he closed his eyes.

" Thank you..." he whispered.

That had been a long time ago. Lust had been sent to Central by Dante and had failed to return. Envy tried not to think the worst...But he couldn't help but fear for her. Envy had never once imagined one of his own dying...he had seen it before, but not with his current humunculie. If anything where to happen to them...he didn't know what he would do.

" Probably finally go insane." he muttered bitterly to himself.

Now that he hadn't had any stones in six months, Envy was able to think clearly. He hadn't felt this good in...Well, his entire life. There where moments when he would feel his anger rise up, and he didn't think he would ever fully heal from his past. He still felt a burning hatred for his father. And his dislike for the Fullmetal pipsqueak seemed to be grater.

But that's because he imagined him with her...Every time he closed his eyes that's all he would see. He would remember when he had willingly given her to him...Had felt her warmth for the last time in his arms, and had let that bastard take her from him.

" Thank you..."

Rage ran through him. Envy spun on his heel and punched at the wall, breaking through the old material like it was tissue paper. He stood in his position for a while, with his head hung low. His body shook with rage. Usually, Envy was pretty passive about fighting. But now...Now he wanted to rip out that little bastards throat. He wanted to see his bright golden eyes fade away and roll into the back of his skull. He wanted to make him feel the same pain Envy felt every single moment or his damned existence.

Like right now.

" Envy..."

He hadn't felt a cool hand on his tense shoulder. He whirled around, feeling like a caged animal, and turned his arm into a sword. His arm went through water. Envy stiffened and hung his head. He turned his arm back to normal and felt water bead off of his arm.

Cool arms wrapped around him and the side of his face was pressed against Sloth's collar bone. He would have stabbed her months ago. Would have pushed her back and told her to leave him alone and never, ever touch him again. But...he found himself trembling. He found himself recalling something he had seen a woman who looked exactly like Sloth do a long, long time ago, but with a much smaller child. That's what Envy felt like. A small child, with the need for a mothers comfort. He had never know a mother. Had never had one. Yet he yearned for it. Dante would use it to her advantage at times to control him, and he knew it. But he succumbed to her lies and falsely sweet voice. Allowed him to purr into his ear " My son...My sweet son..." Which she had been doing a lot recently. The memory made him feel sick.

Sloth smoothed out his hair in a soothing way that only a mother was capable of. He felt his trembling subside and he could help but nestle into her. He shuddered and felt prickling behind his eyes.

He felt so damned weak.

He thought he should care. But Envy couldn't bring himself to pull away, or stop his new shuddering.

" Shh..." Sloth soothed, and he felt her cheek rest against the top of his head.

They stood there for a long time. And he felt his depression slowly fall onto him like it did every night. But he was in the wrong place. Usually he did this in the darkness of his room. He would lay where she had been long ago, and he would feel for her in his sheets. He would cry at the absence of her warmth and her eyes. He would yearn for her in ways he thought unimaginable. His skin burned as did his tears, yet he felt cold. He felt dead. More so then he had in the last four hundred years. He felt a stinging absence form within himself. Like a part of him had been torn out. He found a stabbing pain, and would clutch at his chest and he screamed.

He recalled his last moments of her in the darkness. And he always found them to just bring more pain. But he had to make himself remember. Had to make himself see what he had done to her. The sadness and terror in her eyes when he had...he shook his head against Sloth and grit his teeth.

" You did the right thing." Sloth whispered.

Envy stiffened.

Why was that? Why did everyone tell him that? He knew it had been the right thing...Then why did he still wish he hadn't? Couldn't there have been another way?

Envy remembered her eyes, and the purity.

He was then reminded of his original conflict.

If she had stayed, then Dante would have just used her, and she would have been killed. But that wasn't what he had feared by her staying. He feared that he would have eventually killed her himself. Slowly, he would have poisoned her.

He was glad she was gone, but at the same time he felt a misery that rivaled all others.

Envy thought that no one had known such pain. No one could understand what he felt like. No one knew exactly what to say. That's why they told him he had done the right thing. They didn't understand...

They couldn't possibly.

Envy laughed bitterly through his tears. Here he was, Envy, the first homunculus, who was said to hate all humans. Who had slaughtered millions mercilessly and had done so out of enjoyment. Who stayed with that bitch Dante just so he could kill as many humans he could, along with Hohenhiem and his brats. Not caring at all about becoming human...

Here he was crying over some girl.

He opened his eyes and stared at Sloth's ouroboros tattoo. His bitter laughter continued. Because he felt so completely human in this moment. And he hated it. He wanted nothing more than to return to the way he was before.

He wished for a moment that he had never met Winry Rockbell.

He wished he still didn't yearn for her smile, for her smell. He wished he didn't wish to hear her laugh or speak. He was forgetting the sound of her voice, and he also hated himself for that.

Envy wished he didn't love her.

His bitter laughter turned into cries of his anguish, and he crumpled to the floor, taking Sloth down with him. Her motherly arms wrapped around him, giving him the feeling of momentary love.

" Why...does this hurt so much?" He whispered to know one, clutching at his chest.

He wondered if this is how Edward had felt...When she had been taken.

Envy remembered the way Edward's eyes had fallen on her crumpled form in his arms. The way he had almost ripped her from him. He was too short to hold her, but tried despite his size. But envy hadn't found it in himself to laugh at the boys struggle. He could only watch his eyes look at her with a blazing golden love.

Another pang of pain assaulted Envy and he cried out. Sloths arms smoothed over him like water, and she cooed into his ear, " You've suffered a great loss...it's only human for you to be upset."

Winry's eyes fluttered open.

She recognized that ceiling.

She was in the house she grew up.

Then why do I feel so out of place?

Slowly, she sat up. Her room was dark, and she could just make out den's sleeping form at the foot of her bed. His automail arm shone in the afternoon light that spilled in through the cracks in his curtains. She looked around herself, and took in the nuts and bolts on her floor, along with a few scattered arm sketches and a dozen wrenches here and there. Her eyes rested on a sketch. It was design she had recently made of Edward's new arm. He would be there that day to get it.

Winry slowly stood, her back popping. She winced, and stretched a bit.

She shuffled through her room, scattering screw with her feet. As she grabbed at her door handle something on her dresser caught her eye.

The stone flower sent a tremor up her spine, and a sick feeling to her stomach.

Don't think about it Winry. You'll just...

tears where already running down her pale cheeks.

Winry fell tot he ground, slumped over near the door. Her body shuddered with her silent tears, something she had trained herself to do because she didn't want Granny to hear her.

" Don't touch me, human."

Her cried grew louder as memories resurfaced. She recalled his hands on her in that painful way, and that horrible look on his face.

But his eyes. His beautiful amethyst eyes she loved so much had been filled with pain.

She felt something licking her, and tried to smile through her anguish. She patted Den's head and he whimpered. " I'm fine Den..." she whispered, but more tears came.

Over the past few months, Winry had been returned to Resembool, under Edward's direct orders. He had been afraid who ever had taken her, would come back.

She knew he wouldn't. But she hadn't told Edward that. Hadn't told anyone who had taken her. She couldn't even think about Envy with out crying. If she was to speak about him...She didn't know how she would explain her tears to the Elric's. They wouldn't understand her attachment.

She felt it now. A dying inside of her. She felt like she had been ripped in half.

He didn't want you Winry. You should just move on.

Despite her attempts of woman empowerment, she had failed miserably.

She laughed bitterly.

" he tried to kill you, you stupid mechanic!"

But all she could see where his anguish filled eyes that didn't match his words.

She didn't understand.

After she was thrown out of that window- something she still couldn't believed had happened- and caught by Wrath, she couldn't really remember much. She remember him running and dropping her, and hitting her head. But after that she had just seen darkness, and had to rely on her hearing. She felt the feeling of flying, like she did when she ran with Envy, and she didn't remember Wrath ever running so fast before. She recalled hearing the sounds of being on a train, and warm arms around her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was staring at a man she'd never seen before. But had remembered form somewhere...He had blond hair and beautiful golden eyes, to match his skin. He looked like he had been dipped in nothing but gold...

" Edward Elric?" He said into the phone, in his deep voice.

Her heart had stilled.

She noticed he held a photograph of her...

When he finished speaking he had drawn his attention back to her, and his golden eyes where filled with sadness and...Something else. She didn't shy away from him when he pulled her into his arms. He felt so...Familiar. She felt like she had seen him from somewhere. And his smell...It was so familiar.

She began to pass out in his arms, and everything around her had become fuzzy.

That was the last thing she remembered before she woke up in bed. And Edward was asleep in the chair beside it. She guessed he had been watching her...

" Winry! You have a customer!" Her grandmother called from down the stairs.

She wiped away her tears furiously and cleared her throat, " Coming!" She called.

Winry stood and didn't even bother to change out of her shorts and white tank top. She really didn't care. She felt like she hadn't slept in years. Which would be because of her damned dreams.

Every single night since she had been back she had the same dream.

She took a deep breath and willed herself to forget.

Tying her hair up into a pony tail, she slipped on some slippers and shuffled down the stairs. She instantly ran into something hard that made an echoing sound. She rubbed her nose and smiled softly up at Alphonse. His glowing eyes looked down at her.

" Winry!" his high voice echoed.

" Hey there Al." she smiled, but couldn't help but look around for his smaller older brother.

" Wheres-" she was cut off when she was suddenly lifted from behind and spun around. She couldn't help but laugh. When she was finally set down she put her hands on her hips and turned. She glared at a smiling teen, who's golden eyes caused her to blush.

" Edward!" she snapped.

" What Win? Did I scare you?" He smiled and rubbed the back of his head.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, then turned her attention to his arm. She made her way towards him and took the crafted automail in her hands gingerly. It was, in fact, her best work.

" Come on, I'll have you fixed up in no time."

She went to look at him, but found he was staring at her intently. He blushed and looked away.

She couldn't help but notice he looked...Nervous.

Memories rushed to her mind.

Envy pressing his back against a wall and staring down at her. He was blushing, and a bead of sweat dripped down his cheek.

She shook her head softly and returned her attention to Edward.

He was giving her a strange look, which she decided to ignore.

Winry lead him up stairs, and was surprised when she didn't hear Alphonse following. She didn't try to think much of it. When they where in her work shop, Edward took a seat on the couch and she grabbed her tool box, then sat beside him.

She waited as he removed his shirt, and she couldn't help but blush slightly at his well toned chest. How someone as small as Edward could be so...Well defined, was beyond her. But then again, she had seen him do back flips and all sorts of interesting moves. He flung his black shirt to the side and moved to where she was facing his back. She untied his braid and slowly ran her fingers through his silky golden hair. She was reminded momentarily of the man who had found her...But she dared not ask Edward about him. She noticed the resemblance between the two shortly after she had woken up the first morning of being back. But when she had brought it up...Edward had acted strange.

She moved his long hair to his opposite shoulder, and couldn't help but notice the way his skin twitched when her fingers brushed his surprisingly soft skin. His smell filled her nose and she got butterflies. Whatever a man was supposed to smell like, she couldn't help but think Edward had the exact sent. Musky and spicy.

She shook her head and blinked a few times. She mentally slapped herself.

No Winry! No! Just concentrate on his arm!

She did, but not his automail one. His real arm was well defined and tanned, and she let her eyes follow up it's soft muscles to his defined broad shoulders. She gulped and shifted uncomfortably at how looking at them made her feel. And she then realized he was quite close to him. She could feel the heat of his back through her thin tank top.

She then regretted not putting on something less revealing.

" Win?" Edward asked, probably aware that she hadn't started tinkering with his arm yet.

She blinked and cleared her throat.

" S-sorry..." she whispered, and stirred some of the hair on his neck. He visibly shivered.

She dig through her tool box a moment and produced a small screw driver. She relished in the feel of it's handle against her skin, then began to unscrew the first screw to many on his arm. She had to remove it completely.

As time ticked by slowly Winry let her wind wander. She painfully remembered Envy's harsh words, and how she felt for him. How she still felt for him after an entire five months.

She wished she didn't love him anymore.

She wished she didn't yearn for him every night.

Her stomach fluttered with memories of waking up in his arms. How his mouth moved against hers in that gentle but ruff manner. Of him humming to her while she went to sleep. His hands slowly gliding down her back and pulling her into an embrace. His soft eyes looking down at her and his murmuring in her hear. His grin of mischief and his soft smiles.

A tear rolled down her cheek and she didn't catching it in time. It splattered on Edward's shoulder.

" Winry?" he asked.

She sniffled, " Sorry." She whispered. She wiped at her eyes with her free hand.

They sat in more silence. She was glad Edward didn't ask her anymore questions. When she had first come back he had exploded with them. But when she had started crying...he had stopped. Thankfully.

Once she had detached his arm, she brought it over to her work bench and sat down.

" You can go now, I'll have this finished soon." She smiled half heartily at him.

He stared at her intensely for a minute, and his golden eyes made her shiver.

She didn't know what to expect when he slowly walked over to her. She certainly wasn't expecting him to wipe away a tear that had fallen down her cheek.

What's going on?

He dragged his knuckles down the side of her face in a way that was all too familiar, and her stomach did summer salts. She was sitting on her work bench, so she was currently staring up at him with wide eyes. His eyes never left hers. His face was soft but his eyes...they where so intense. She wanted to look away but she couldn't. She was trapped in his burning eyes.

" Edward..." she whispered, her voice hardly making it to even her ears.

She didn't notice him lean down. But she felt his breath near her lips and she couldn't stop them from twitching slightly.

Oh god...

She felt like her entire body was being dipped in lava. A part of her screamed for him to stop but a part of her screamed for something else. His breath stirred again and she was paralyzed. Her breath hitched in her throat when she tried to protest.

He still didn't make contact, and she was just helplessly staring into his burning eyes.

A part of her wanted this. More than anything. She had been dreaming about it since she was little. And now she was finally getting what she had dreamed about.

Winry thought she should be happy. She could feel apart of her skipping with joy and twitching in anticipation. But another part of her wanted to back away, wanting to go and cry.

All that part of her could see was a pair of amethyst eyes.

yes, okay. so remember in new moon when Edward left Bella and MADE HER THINK that he didn't like her anymore? and then she suffers and stuff for EVER? And then come Jacob and he's all " let me take you to the movies and make your pain go away!" Ya, well basically that's what's going on. And what happens? BELLA STILL CHOOSES EDWARD! So bear with me. And come on, you've got to enjoy some Winry Edward lov'in for a little while.