Consentration 1/1
Title: Concentration
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Author: Sofipitch
Words: 300
Rating: PG-13 (for foul language)
Summary: She heard laughter, which was quickly silenced by her screwdriver.
Warnings: none
A/N: I cannot, will not, ever tell my brother that he inspired a story, because that might prompt him to do it again. And it won’t be my fault if he is physically injured.
Written for fanfic_bakeoff, prompt #28: rise
Winry’s hand smacked the table, aimlessly trying to find her screwdriver.
She really wasn’t looking for her screwdriver, rather feeling for it. She has been working for three hours straight now, her mind was completely set on the automail in front of her.
When her hand hit the dog-chewed handle, she let out a cry of triumph before inserting eight more screws into Mrs. Smith’s foot.
Mrs. Smith had been seeing another automail mechanic, but when her foot one day randomly failed her, she came to Winry, who was known throughout Rush Valley for her good quality work. But seeing as when Mrs. Smith came Winry didn’t have any spares with her, the woman’s foot turned into a rush job. She was trying to hurry to finish the foot so that she could get to her other customers, who don’t like to wait long for their automail; namely, Ed.
Winry peered at her work and noticed some of the nerve wiring had been inserted in the wrong place. She peered at her work with a critical eye before grabbing a pair of pliers, and held another wire with her screwdriver, determined to fix her mistake.
“BOO!”
Winry jumped out of her skin.
She heard laughter, but it was soon silenced by the screwdriver she had been holding.
“Ow, Winry what the fuck?”
“Yeah I was thinking the same thing, what the fuck where you doing Edward?”
“Scaring you.” An evil smile started to claim his face, which was soon followed by laughter. “That was hysterical.” Ed said clutching his stomach.
Edward was lucky that from his days as the Fullmetal Alchemist he had become a fast runner.
“What are you two doing?” Alphonse asked as the two blondes flew past him, Edward, running for his life, Winry, determined to kill.
