Patience is the Key (Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell)
Patience is the Key
Author: Auto-Alchemechanicist (
miss_auto1621)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Edward Elric & Winry Rockbell
Prompt: 5: Patience
Word Count: 1,194
Rating: K
Genre: Family/Humor (maybe?)
Disclaimer: Arakawa owns it all!!
Author's Notes: It's not so romantic, but it's obvious EdxWinry canon. Idea was sittin’ in the noggin for a while. Not a fun experience. Dedicated to Vanessa, even if she doesn’t act like this (I do XD) and to my awzumsauce beta -
strandedthought!!
Part of LiveJournal’s 7 Virtues challenge!
Summary: “Stupid key,” she murmured as she released it to lean on the door. ‘Why is it always me?’ she thought. ‘Why can’t this happen to Ed?’ When the master mechanic is tested, her patience is the virtue that runs out quickly. Post Manga.
Winry rubbed her eyes as she and her children walked toward the entrance door to their home. The kids were arguing that one ran faster than the other did when they raced from the market to the porch, but neither of them would let the other win. Winry was already tired, but with that situation, she was just ready to shut them up so she could rest.
“It’s not my fault you got tired,” her son, Edward, said smugly.
“You cheated! You made me fall!” her daughter, Nina, accused.
“I did not, you dummy!”
“Mommy!”
Mommy was getting very irritated, which usually happened when she stayed up working on express automail and didn’t get to sleep well because Ed and Nina would wake up early. She didn’t understand why they preferred to get up at dawn since Ed was six and Nina was four. That wasn’t normal for her.
“Stop fighting,” Winry ordered.
The kids caught on, noticing that their mother was not in the mood to deal with their complaints. Instead, they simply pouted and followed her until she pulled out the house key.
Winry cursed under her breath as she tried opening the entrance door. This had already happened to her four times, when she was alone, with no one to help her or so much as ask her if there was something that could be done for her. Well, she wasn’t really alone, but it’s not like her kids would be able to help her anyway. Her key was stuck in the key hole and as she moved her hand from side to side, the key would remain in place.
She ran a hand through her hair and gripped the key tightly as she tried removing it, but her hand would slip off. Sighing in irritation, she reached into her purse to take out the bottle of oil and the most essential tools that she carried around just in case something like this happened. However, as her hand roamed through the objects, she could not find the bottle and brought up her purse so she could see inside.
“Where is it?” she asked to no one in particular.
“What are you looking for, mommy?” Nina asked.
“The bottle of oil I keep in here. I know I have it. I just know it!” Winry said as her tone rose an octave.
“Was it a blue bottle?” the little one asked as her curious expression changed to a thoughtful one.
“Yes, but it’s not here,” Winry answered as she kept searching, taking out the contents of her purse. “I can’t find my tools either.”
“Oops,” she heard as her face rose from her purse. “Oops?”
The little girl wore a guilty expression as she swung her arms back and forth. “I’m sorry, mommy.”
Winry blinked. “Did you take it out?”
Nina hesitated. “Yes.”
“Why?”
Nina kept swaying her arms. “Because you told me to get you some oil, so I remembered the bottle from your purse,” she answered with a pout.
Winry sighed again. That made sense when she thought about it since she had two bottles of oil in her shop. “Oh, Nina.”
The four year old looked like she wanted to cry, avoiding eye contact with Winry and Ed, thinking her mother was mad at her for taking out the oil and believing her brother would make fun of her.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” Winry said as she knelt next to her and cupped her chin. “Mommy’s going to find a way to open the door, okay? It’s not your fault.”
The little one nodded and let he brother hug her as Winry thought of a way to get the key out.
‘Why is it always me?’ she thought as she rolled her eyes and rubbed her hands on her shirt to dry her sweaty palms. ‘Why can’t this happen to Ed?’
“I need oil,” she said as she stared at the stubborn key. She would not be rendered useless just because she didn’t have her tools with her. However, she didn’t want to leave her kids alone and certainly not with a key to their house. She sighed as she decided to trust in the villagers to respect her family.
“Ed,” she began as she reached into her purse again to take out some money. “Go to the market for me and buy oil.”
-----
Winry tapped her foot as she and her children waited. Ed ran to and from the market, realizing that his mother had limited patience in a situation like this. He was still trying to catch his breath when Winry placed the oil around the key. All they had to do was sit and wait for the oil to seep into the hole so Winry and her kids could finally get into their home. But after trying so many times, she was beginning to doubt she would be able to even move the key.
“Mommy, when is daddy coming home?” Ed asked as he looked at his mother’s face.
“He should have been home by now,” Winry answered as she looked over her shoulder to stare at the key. There was a glittering trail of oil over the metal that made her feel like it was mocking her. Some mechanic you are; you can’t even open your own door.
She stood and sighed as she tried for what seemed the twentieth time to open the damn door with the damn key that had decided to stay in place.
“Stupid key,” she murmured as she released it to lean on the door. She wished her windows were made of glass so she could break in, or that the windows would be free of metal bars so she could unlatch the locks on them. Curse those safety locks!
‘This door is so lucky I don’t have my wrench with me,” Winry thought. ‘Just wait’ll I get my hands on it. This door’s going to be firewood for the next week.’ An impish smile crept on her face before she dropped it.
“Daddy!” she heard the shrill and excited voices of her children say as she heard their little feet run to their father.
Winry sighed. ‘Finally,’ she thought as she turned to see Edward walk with his children in his arms.
“What’s with the face?” he asked as he reached her and leaned in to greet her with a kiss.
“The key is stuck, again,” Winry said through her teeth as a nerve began to pulse around her temple. “Take it out.”
Edward blinked as he took in her tone and put his kids down. He held the key, turned it to the side that Winry had tried to turn, removed the key, and opened the door.
Winry felt like her soul escaped her body. “I loosened it for you,” she mumbled as the kids raced inside.
“Were you out here too long?” Ed asked as Winry reached for the bag of groceries she had brought from the market.
“Oh, no,” she answered sarcastically as she entered. “Just a few hours.”
When the master mechanic is tested, her patience is the virtue that runs out quickly.
Author: Auto-Alchemechanicist (
miss_auto1621)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairing: Edward Elric & Winry Rockbell
Prompt: 5: Patience
Word Count: 1,194
Rating: K
Genre: Family/Humor (maybe?)
Disclaimer: Arakawa owns it all!!
Author's Notes: It's not so romantic, but it's obvious EdxWinry canon. Idea was sittin’ in the noggin for a while. Not a fun experience. Dedicated to Vanessa, even if she doesn’t act like this (I do XD) and to my awzumsauce beta -
strandedthought!!
Part of LiveJournal’s 7 Virtues challenge!
Summary: “Stupid key,” she murmured as she released it to lean on the door. ‘Why is it always me?’ she thought. ‘Why can’t this happen to Ed?’ When the master mechanic is tested, her patience is the virtue that runs out quickly. Post Manga.
Winry rubbed her eyes as she and her children walked toward the entrance door to their home. The kids were arguing that one ran faster than the other did when they raced from the market to the porch, but neither of them would let the other win. Winry was already tired, but with that situation, she was just ready to shut them up so she could rest.
“It’s not my fault you got tired,” her son, Edward, said smugly.
“You cheated! You made me fall!” her daughter, Nina, accused.
“I did not, you dummy!”
“Mommy!”
Mommy was getting very irritated, which usually happened when she stayed up working on express automail and didn’t get to sleep well because Ed and Nina would wake up early. She didn’t understand why they preferred to get up at dawn since Ed was six and Nina was four. That wasn’t normal for her.
“Stop fighting,” Winry ordered.
The kids caught on, noticing that their mother was not in the mood to deal with their complaints. Instead, they simply pouted and followed her until she pulled out the house key.
Winry cursed under her breath as she tried opening the entrance door. This had already happened to her four times, when she was alone, with no one to help her or so much as ask her if there was something that could be done for her. Well, she wasn’t really alone, but it’s not like her kids would be able to help her anyway. Her key was stuck in the key hole and as she moved her hand from side to side, the key would remain in place.
She ran a hand through her hair and gripped the key tightly as she tried removing it, but her hand would slip off. Sighing in irritation, she reached into her purse to take out the bottle of oil and the most essential tools that she carried around just in case something like this happened. However, as her hand roamed through the objects, she could not find the bottle and brought up her purse so she could see inside.
“Where is it?” she asked to no one in particular.
“What are you looking for, mommy?” Nina asked.
“The bottle of oil I keep in here. I know I have it. I just know it!” Winry said as her tone rose an octave.
“Was it a blue bottle?” the little one asked as her curious expression changed to a thoughtful one.
“Yes, but it’s not here,” Winry answered as she kept searching, taking out the contents of her purse. “I can’t find my tools either.”
“Oops,” she heard as her face rose from her purse. “Oops?”
The little girl wore a guilty expression as she swung her arms back and forth. “I’m sorry, mommy.”
Winry blinked. “Did you take it out?”
Nina hesitated. “Yes.”
“Why?”
Nina kept swaying her arms. “Because you told me to get you some oil, so I remembered the bottle from your purse,” she answered with a pout.
Winry sighed again. That made sense when she thought about it since she had two bottles of oil in her shop. “Oh, Nina.”
The four year old looked like she wanted to cry, avoiding eye contact with Winry and Ed, thinking her mother was mad at her for taking out the oil and believing her brother would make fun of her.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” Winry said as she knelt next to her and cupped her chin. “Mommy’s going to find a way to open the door, okay? It’s not your fault.”
The little one nodded and let he brother hug her as Winry thought of a way to get the key out.
‘Why is it always me?’ she thought as she rolled her eyes and rubbed her hands on her shirt to dry her sweaty palms. ‘Why can’t this happen to Ed?’
“I need oil,” she said as she stared at the stubborn key. She would not be rendered useless just because she didn’t have her tools with her. However, she didn’t want to leave her kids alone and certainly not with a key to their house. She sighed as she decided to trust in the villagers to respect her family.
“Ed,” she began as she reached into her purse again to take out some money. “Go to the market for me and buy oil.”
-----
Winry tapped her foot as she and her children waited. Ed ran to and from the market, realizing that his mother had limited patience in a situation like this. He was still trying to catch his breath when Winry placed the oil around the key. All they had to do was sit and wait for the oil to seep into the hole so Winry and her kids could finally get into their home. But after trying so many times, she was beginning to doubt she would be able to even move the key.
“Mommy, when is daddy coming home?” Ed asked as he looked at his mother’s face.
“He should have been home by now,” Winry answered as she looked over her shoulder to stare at the key. There was a glittering trail of oil over the metal that made her feel like it was mocking her. Some mechanic you are; you can’t even open your own door.
She stood and sighed as she tried for what seemed the twentieth time to open the damn door with the damn key that had decided to stay in place.
“Stupid key,” she murmured as she released it to lean on the door. She wished her windows were made of glass so she could break in, or that the windows would be free of metal bars so she could unlatch the locks on them. Curse those safety locks!
‘This door is so lucky I don’t have my wrench with me,” Winry thought. ‘Just wait’ll I get my hands on it. This door’s going to be firewood for the next week.’ An impish smile crept on her face before she dropped it.
“Daddy!” she heard the shrill and excited voices of her children say as she heard their little feet run to their father.
Winry sighed. ‘Finally,’ she thought as she turned to see Edward walk with his children in his arms.
“What’s with the face?” he asked as he reached her and leaned in to greet her with a kiss.
“The key is stuck, again,” Winry said through her teeth as a nerve began to pulse around her temple. “Take it out.”
Edward blinked as he took in her tone and put his kids down. He held the key, turned it to the side that Winry had tried to turn, removed the key, and opened the door.
Winry felt like her soul escaped her body. “I loosened it for you,” she mumbled as the kids raced inside.
“Were you out here too long?” Ed asked as Winry reached for the bag of groceries she had brought from the market.
“Oh, no,” she answered sarcastically as she entered. “Just a few hours.”
When the master mechanic is tested, her patience is the virtue that runs out quickly.