[fic] honooko: Variations: Winry
Entry: Variations Arc
Title: Winry
Author: honooko
Rating: PG
Warning: Swearing. Crack.
Summary: In this world, there was a boy with an automail hand.
When Roy turned up on Winry’s doorstep, she was somewhat preoccupied.
For the last week, she’d been using her homemade telescope to spy on the strange boy that was staying at the Elrics. Ed wouldn’t tell her anything about him except that he was a jerk, and Al wasn’t too keen on talking about him either, probably due to Ed. She’d only managed to catch glimpses of the boy. She could see he had blonde hair like the Elrics, but… he was small, and sometimes when he helped Mrs. Elric with the laundry, his right hand flashed.
Either he had a very, very large piece of sliver jewelry, or his right hand was automail. From what her grandmother had said, it was likely his entire arm was automail; and if that was the case, Winry wanted a look at it.
A nice, long, look. Preferably with her tools.
But she was interrupted when Granny Pinako called her downstairs to see Roy. With a defeated sigh, she dropped her telescope on her night table and flew down the stairs, Den close at her heels. She stopped short when she saw him seated at the kitchen table.
“Roy!” she shouted, waving a wrench. “What’re you doing here?!”
He smiled at her. It was a weary, lined smile; the same kind he always gave her. He accepted a mug of tea from Pinako, thanking her. The old woman did not reply, and left the room abruptly. Roy stiffened, and turned to the girl in front of him.
“I was in the neighborhood.” he said, blithely. Winry raised an eyebrow; she wasn’t fooled. He smirked.
“I got your letter,” he said, his tone innocent. His eyes, however, were anything but. “The boy you described sounds… interesting.”
Winry spluttered, blushing furiously. “What exactly are you suggesting?!” she demanded, one hand on her hip, the perfect image of feminine outrage. She was actually quite pleased; Roy wouldn’t have come unless he was sincerely curious. He shrugged at her, keeping his eyes on the wrench. Winry had a habit of throwing things at the nearest male head when irritated.
“I’m suggesting we go say hello, if you haven’t already.” Roy replied smoothly, watching her red face with interest. Winry deflated at his words, and eyed him warily.
“Why?” she asked, watching him closely. Roy continued to look innocent, which on him, was a dead giveaway to an ulterior motive. And Roy with a motive was a dangerous thing in her experience.
“Shall we?” he said, avoiding the question with admirable ease. He stood, and walked out the door, seemingly expecting Winry to follow. She did, but only after swearing fiercely under her breath. Together, they walked over to the Elric house; Winry threatening bodily harm, and Roy accepting it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. On the porch, they ran into Ed and Trisha, peeling apples and talking happily.
“Oh, Winry! Lt. Colonel, we didn’t know you were going to be in town,” Trisha said politely, standing to greet them. Ed snarled at Roy, but went to greet them anyway.
“What’re you doing here?” he asked Winry, refusing to acknowledge Roy’s presence.
“We want to meet that boy that’s staying with you,” Winry explained, speaking for both of them.
Ed frowned. “Why? He’s an ass.”
“Edward!”
”Sorry, Mother.”
“Anyway,” Winry cut in. “We’d like to say hello. Where is he?”
Trisha explained he was in the spare bedroom, reading. The four of them climbed the stairs, each with varying degrees of trepidation. Trisha seemed overly bright, and gushed about him in a way that suggested the boy needed someone to say good things about him. Once they reached the room, Trisha stuck her head in and called the boy out. They heard him agreeing, and walking to the doorway.
Then he spotted Roy.
“Oh, fuck no.”
Roy was understandably confused when the door slammed shut in his face, and everyone turned to stare at him.
“Like I said,” Edward muttered. “He’s an ass.”
For once, Trisha didn’t bother to correct him.
Title: Winry
Author: honooko
Rating: PG
Warning: Swearing. Crack.
Summary: In this world, there was a boy with an automail hand.
When Roy turned up on Winry’s doorstep, she was somewhat preoccupied.
For the last week, she’d been using her homemade telescope to spy on the strange boy that was staying at the Elrics. Ed wouldn’t tell her anything about him except that he was a jerk, and Al wasn’t too keen on talking about him either, probably due to Ed. She’d only managed to catch glimpses of the boy. She could see he had blonde hair like the Elrics, but… he was small, and sometimes when he helped Mrs. Elric with the laundry, his right hand flashed.
Either he had a very, very large piece of sliver jewelry, or his right hand was automail. From what her grandmother had said, it was likely his entire arm was automail; and if that was the case, Winry wanted a look at it.
A nice, long, look. Preferably with her tools.
But she was interrupted when Granny Pinako called her downstairs to see Roy. With a defeated sigh, she dropped her telescope on her night table and flew down the stairs, Den close at her heels. She stopped short when she saw him seated at the kitchen table.
“Roy!” she shouted, waving a wrench. “What’re you doing here?!”
He smiled at her. It was a weary, lined smile; the same kind he always gave her. He accepted a mug of tea from Pinako, thanking her. The old woman did not reply, and left the room abruptly. Roy stiffened, and turned to the girl in front of him.
“I was in the neighborhood.” he said, blithely. Winry raised an eyebrow; she wasn’t fooled. He smirked.
“I got your letter,” he said, his tone innocent. His eyes, however, were anything but. “The boy you described sounds… interesting.”
Winry spluttered, blushing furiously. “What exactly are you suggesting?!” she demanded, one hand on her hip, the perfect image of feminine outrage. She was actually quite pleased; Roy wouldn’t have come unless he was sincerely curious. He shrugged at her, keeping his eyes on the wrench. Winry had a habit of throwing things at the nearest male head when irritated.
“I’m suggesting we go say hello, if you haven’t already.” Roy replied smoothly, watching her red face with interest. Winry deflated at his words, and eyed him warily.
“Why?” she asked, watching him closely. Roy continued to look innocent, which on him, was a dead giveaway to an ulterior motive. And Roy with a motive was a dangerous thing in her experience.
“Shall we?” he said, avoiding the question with admirable ease. He stood, and walked out the door, seemingly expecting Winry to follow. She did, but only after swearing fiercely under her breath. Together, they walked over to the Elric house; Winry threatening bodily harm, and Roy accepting it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. On the porch, they ran into Ed and Trisha, peeling apples and talking happily.
“Oh, Winry! Lt. Colonel, we didn’t know you were going to be in town,” Trisha said politely, standing to greet them. Ed snarled at Roy, but went to greet them anyway.
“What’re you doing here?” he asked Winry, refusing to acknowledge Roy’s presence.
“We want to meet that boy that’s staying with you,” Winry explained, speaking for both of them.
Ed frowned. “Why? He’s an ass.”
“Edward!”
”Sorry, Mother.”
“Anyway,” Winry cut in. “We’d like to say hello. Where is he?”
Trisha explained he was in the spare bedroom, reading. The four of them climbed the stairs, each with varying degrees of trepidation. Trisha seemed overly bright, and gushed about him in a way that suggested the boy needed someone to say good things about him. Once they reached the room, Trisha stuck her head in and called the boy out. They heard him agreeing, and walking to the doorway.
Then he spotted Roy.
“Oh, fuck no.”
Roy was understandably confused when the door slammed shut in his face, and everyone turned to stare at him.
“Like I said,” Edward muttered. “He’s an ass.”
For once, Trisha didn’t bother to correct him.