FMA Fic: "Brave New World" 5/?
Title: Brave New World - Lost and Found
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Author: evil_little_dog
Characters: Ed, Winry, Al
Words: 300
Rating: Teen, as Ed, and language.
Summary: Something strange is going on.
Warnings: Probably going to be part of a longer story, which ought to be its own special warning.
Disclaimer: Dear Arakawa-sensei - my birthday is in just a few days. You’d really love to make me happy, right?
Note: Written for the prompt, “Clue”, for fanfic_bakeoff.
Part One: Through the Back Door
Part Two: Aftermath
Part Three: Reminders
Part Four: Under Any Circumstances
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“What in hell are you doing here?” Ed raged at the girl striding up to him, her eyes alit with fury. He tried to stand - fuck, that hurt - and realized he wasn’t getting up before she reached them.
“I could ask you the same thing!” she shouted back and oh, hell, were those tears? Her face twisting up, she dropped to her knees in front of him, staring at him, searching him - through him - with those too-knowing eyes of hers. “What happened to you?” she whispered, and Ed wondered the same thing. Something about her looked different, changed from just seeing her a couple of weeks ago. Winry looked older, weary, and there was a pain all too evident in her eyes he’d only seen after she’d faced Scar for the first time.
“You’re supposed to be safe, at home!” he blustered to cover up his confusion, squeaking in surprise when she flung her arms around him, squeezing him tight. “Gack! Can’t breathe, Winry!”
She let go, rocking back on her knees, studying him through those damned tears. Ed forced himself to remain still, even though he wanted to shout at her, that she ought to be back home and safe, and why was she in this weird place, anyway? But she glanced sideways at Al, and her mouth dropped and her eyes opened wide. “A-Al?”
Ed wrapped his good arm around his little brother’s shoulders, beaming in pride. He wanted to say, ‘See? I did it,’ but why bother bragging? Al grinning at her, that ought to be clue enough, right?
“W-what happened to you?” Winry cupped his cheeks. “You…look…you….” She dropped onto her knees, her hands falling onto her thighs. The lost look on her face cut into Ed’s heart like a knife. “Who…who are you guys?”
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Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Author: evil_little_dog
Characters: Ed, Winry, Al
Words: 300
Rating: Teen, as Ed, and language.
Summary: Something strange is going on.
Warnings: Probably going to be part of a longer story, which ought to be its own special warning.
Disclaimer: Dear Arakawa-sensei - my birthday is in just a few days. You’d really love to make me happy, right?
Note: Written for the prompt, “Clue”, for fanfic_bakeoff.
Part One: Through the Back Door
Part Two: Aftermath
Part Three: Reminders
Part Four: Under Any Circumstances
X X X
“What in hell are you doing here?” Ed raged at the girl striding up to him, her eyes alit with fury. He tried to stand - fuck, that hurt - and realized he wasn’t getting up before she reached them.
“I could ask you the same thing!” she shouted back and oh, hell, were those tears? Her face twisting up, she dropped to her knees in front of him, staring at him, searching him - through him - with those too-knowing eyes of hers. “What happened to you?” she whispered, and Ed wondered the same thing. Something about her looked different, changed from just seeing her a couple of weeks ago. Winry looked older, weary, and there was a pain all too evident in her eyes he’d only seen after she’d faced Scar for the first time.
“You’re supposed to be safe, at home!” he blustered to cover up his confusion, squeaking in surprise when she flung her arms around him, squeezing him tight. “Gack! Can’t breathe, Winry!”
She let go, rocking back on her knees, studying him through those damned tears. Ed forced himself to remain still, even though he wanted to shout at her, that she ought to be back home and safe, and why was she in this weird place, anyway? But she glanced sideways at Al, and her mouth dropped and her eyes opened wide. “A-Al?”
Ed wrapped his good arm around his little brother’s shoulders, beaming in pride. He wanted to say, ‘See? I did it,’ but why bother bragging? Al grinning at her, that ought to be clue enough, right?
“W-what happened to you?” Winry cupped his cheeks. “You…look…you….” She dropped onto her knees, her hands falling onto her thighs. The lost look on her face cut into Ed’s heart like a knife. “Who…who are you guys?”
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