Alphabet Drabbles, Not A Bomb
One of many responses for the Alphabet Drabbles Meme.
Title: Not A Bomb
Prompt: B is for Babies, for artemisrae
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ed, Al, and Winry
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Look, I realize the scenario makes no sense. Just roll with it.
“What the hell?” Ed demanded, glaring at Mustang over the squirming, mewling bundle the other man had just shoved into his arms. “You can’t be fucking serious?”
“As a heart attack,” Mustang countered while he buttoned up his coat. “It’s just for a few hours. His mother’s on the way.”
The thing started crying. “No,” Ed maintained. “No. There’s no way in hell. I refuse.”
Roy was already walking out the door. “Well, just leave him on the couch, then. I’m sure he’ll be all right by himself for a few hours.”
Ed did not appreciate the sarcasm.
Ten minutes later, with the infant screaming in his ear, Ed had discovered three things. The first was that he was not especially good with unfamiliar babies. The second was that unfamiliar babies found Al terrifying. The third was that it was nearly impossible to hear over a wailing child; he still managed it, somehow.
“You’re right,” he told Al, pitching his voice to carry over the crying. “I think we need help.”
***
“It’s a baby, Ed,” Winry chided gently, “not a bomb.”
Ed grimaced. “With the noise it was making, I don’t think you can really fault me for not being able to tell the difference.”
Winry shushed him from her place on the floor. “You’ll wake him up,” she explained, gesturing to the little villain. He was snuggled up in his blanket in the corner of the couch opposite from Ed, sleeping peacefully.
“How’d you get to be so good with kids, Winry?” Al asked, voicing the question Ed hadn’t even known he’d wanted to ask.
“I’m not that good, actually,” Winry said with a little laugh, running her hand through the ends of her ponytail. “Just better than Ed. They don’t like it when you hold them away from your body, you know.”
“He was squirming!” Ed protested, like that settled the whole thing.
Winry just shook her head. “Well, you’d better get some practice in while you can. When you have kids of your own, you’re gonna have to do more than just hold them.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, suddenly embarrassed. “I guess you’re right.”
Title: Not A Bomb
Prompt: B is for Babies, for artemisrae
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Ed, Al, and Winry
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Look, I realize the scenario makes no sense. Just roll with it.
“What the hell?” Ed demanded, glaring at Mustang over the squirming, mewling bundle the other man had just shoved into his arms. “You can’t be fucking serious?”
“As a heart attack,” Mustang countered while he buttoned up his coat. “It’s just for a few hours. His mother’s on the way.”
The thing started crying. “No,” Ed maintained. “No. There’s no way in hell. I refuse.”
Roy was already walking out the door. “Well, just leave him on the couch, then. I’m sure he’ll be all right by himself for a few hours.”
Ed did not appreciate the sarcasm.
Ten minutes later, with the infant screaming in his ear, Ed had discovered three things. The first was that he was not especially good with unfamiliar babies. The second was that unfamiliar babies found Al terrifying. The third was that it was nearly impossible to hear over a wailing child; he still managed it, somehow.
“You’re right,” he told Al, pitching his voice to carry over the crying. “I think we need help.”
***
“It’s a baby, Ed,” Winry chided gently, “not a bomb.”
Ed grimaced. “With the noise it was making, I don’t think you can really fault me for not being able to tell the difference.”
Winry shushed him from her place on the floor. “You’ll wake him up,” she explained, gesturing to the little villain. He was snuggled up in his blanket in the corner of the couch opposite from Ed, sleeping peacefully.
“How’d you get to be so good with kids, Winry?” Al asked, voicing the question Ed hadn’t even known he’d wanted to ask.
“I’m not that good, actually,” Winry said with a little laugh, running her hand through the ends of her ponytail. “Just better than Ed. They don’t like it when you hold them away from your body, you know.”
“He was squirming!” Ed protested, like that settled the whole thing.
Winry just shook her head. “Well, you’d better get some practice in while you can. When you have kids of your own, you’re gonna have to do more than just hold them.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, suddenly embarrassed. “I guess you’re right.”