Closing Time
Yay for angsty!fic!
Title: Closing Time
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Ed, Winry, a little Al
Summary: You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
Warnings: Movie based- AUish, character death.
Rating: Er... PG-13 for some death I guess.
A/N: Okay, iTunes.. I am really tired of you giving me muses as I am reading the requests. it is really
getting rather scary.... (If you couldn't guess- "Closing Time" from Semisonic.. and yes, there is a
*MUCH* better author who used this song as a muse. But this fic is not related.)
"Closing time. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."
Somewhere in his drunken haze, Ed heard the bartender yell for Last Call, but he just wasn't in the mood
to stop drinking yet.
There was not any particular reason that he needed to drink. Nothing particularly bad had happened as far
as he knew, but for some reason, he had just been incredibly depressed all day. It felt like a part of
him had died, and he had no idea why.
How many years had he been living in Germany now? Close to 10 years. Al had found himself a woman and
started his own life. He lived in Switzerland now, a much more stable country. They already had a child,
and another on the way. He had just gotten off the phone with him a few hours ago, and he knew everything
was fine with them. Al could tell that when Ed called, something was not right, and he had suggested that
Ed go out and enjoy himself.
But he couldnt enjoy himself. A part of him was missing.
And for some reason, today, that missing part just seemed a bit larger.
______________________________________________________
A world away, a car screeched to a halt, and there was a sickening thunk as flesh met metal.
Even though it was pouring rain and he couldn't see more than a foot in front of him, he rushed out of
the car, thinking a deer had run across his path...
His stomach lurched and wretched when he saw the girl in front of the car, her blonde hair caked with
blood, a wrench still gripped tight in her fist.
He looked down, trying to wake her, but he knew that it was too late.
________________________________________________________
When Ed stumbled out of the bar, he headed in the general direction of his small apartment. He had only
gotten a few blocks, staring at the ground in a vain attempt to not trip over his own feet when he bumped
into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry.." he said, looking up..
Blond hair.
Blue eyes.
...
"... Winry?"
Title: Closing Time
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Ed, Winry, a little Al
Summary: You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.
Warnings: Movie based- AUish, character death.
Rating: Er... PG-13 for some death I guess.
A/N: Okay, iTunes.. I am really tired of you giving me muses as I am reading the requests. it is really
getting rather scary.... (If you couldn't guess- "Closing Time" from Semisonic.. and yes, there is a
*MUCH* better author who used this song as a muse. But this fic is not related.)
"Closing time. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."
Somewhere in his drunken haze, Ed heard the bartender yell for Last Call, but he just wasn't in the mood
to stop drinking yet.
There was not any particular reason that he needed to drink. Nothing particularly bad had happened as far
as he knew, but for some reason, he had just been incredibly depressed all day. It felt like a part of
him had died, and he had no idea why.
How many years had he been living in Germany now? Close to 10 years. Al had found himself a woman and
started his own life. He lived in Switzerland now, a much more stable country. They already had a child,
and another on the way. He had just gotten off the phone with him a few hours ago, and he knew everything
was fine with them. Al could tell that when Ed called, something was not right, and he had suggested that
Ed go out and enjoy himself.
But he couldnt enjoy himself. A part of him was missing.
And for some reason, today, that missing part just seemed a bit larger.
______________________________________________________
A world away, a car screeched to a halt, and there was a sickening thunk as flesh met metal.
Even though it was pouring rain and he couldn't see more than a foot in front of him, he rushed out of
the car, thinking a deer had run across his path...
His stomach lurched and wretched when he saw the girl in front of the car, her blonde hair caked with
blood, a wrench still gripped tight in her fist.
He looked down, trying to wake her, but he knew that it was too late.
________________________________________________________
When Ed stumbled out of the bar, he headed in the general direction of his small apartment. He had only
gotten a few blocks, staring at the ground in a vain attempt to not trip over his own feet when he bumped
into someone.
"Oh, I'm sorry.." he said, looking up..
Blond hair.
Blue eyes.
...
"... Winry?"