Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Full Metal Alchemist Somewhere between Science and Alchemy ❯ Part One: Behind Enemy Lines ( Chapter 1 )

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Disclaimer: I don’t own anything… I am just borrowing characters/situations to play around with just to see if I can come up with a well deserved Ed/Winry fic. There just aren’t enough of them around right now., with the exception of a few. This fiction will be for mature audiences and rated accordingly. (and by this I mean 18 yrs and up… I strongly believe you need to have lived some part of a storyline in order to either read or write about it) If that is the soul reason you tend to read this fiction, then I’d advice against it. There will be some sort of plot or other that may bore you. 8P

I will post parts as I get them finished, all I ask is a little patience with this due to health reasons. Imagine… a nurse that hates going to doctors *LOL*

Thanks for stopping by… I do hope you enjoy reading this as I am going to enjoy writing it,
Nursie


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Full Metal Alchemist
Somewhere between Science and Alchemy

By: Nursie

Part One:
“Behind Enemy Lines”

Ed stared at the near empty bottle in front of him, the firelight glaring off of the drained Vodka as if to taunt Edward that he was quickly running out of options on how to stay in his current stupefied mental state. He reached one shaky metal hand outward barely touching the bottle causing it to tip even further from him. Finally, after about the tenth time trying to refocus his eyes on the object at hand, his metal fingers clinched around the top of it and he turned it directly upside down desperately trying to get the last drop of alcohol from the bottom of it’s glass encasement above his head lapping at the opening for any semblance of liquid.

“Damn it!” He cursed out right, not at all worried if someone, namely his father would hear him.

He carelessly sat the empty bottle down on the small wooden table as his amber eyes caught the flickering fire of the only candle still burning in the room. His trance wavered in and out as his eyes would shut half way then jerk open wide at the crack of thunder coming from just outside the modernized door, What little coherent thought he had left should have been focused on his dad’s deteriorating health especially in the maddening thunderstorm hitting the small townhouse hard, but for what seemed like an eternity to Ed, there was only one true thing on his mind. Drinking to drown out ones own feelings was not uncommon, self medicating was the way of the world in this God forsaken war torn nation behind the gate but Ed did not drink to just rid himself of his problems, he drank to get drunk… to kill the time between this place and the one he called home. He wasn’t even concerned that his father would come home and find him once again sprawled out cold on the kitchen floor after having finished off whatever particular alcoholic concoction there had been on hand, Occasionally, Ed would nip into the supply of Laudanum which he found he liked much better. Staring at the empty bottle once more he stood, wondering why the liquor was always gone, but once his auto mail foot touched the ground, he sighed realizing that it was because he had drank all of it. Staggering, he found his way to the medicinal cabinet near the sink and pulled out the mixture of Morphine and alcohol used to suppress coughs in the early nineteenth century. He took a long lazy drink from it and smiled for the first time all night.

He took several steps towards the staircase that would eventually lead him to his room where he could close his eyes and dream as if he had never came to this place on the other side of the alchemy gate.

The first things that presented in his mind were perfectly round and sapphire in color. The pink bandana covered the top half of her forehead and long lemony hair. With each memory, he took a step and peeled off the sweat soaked white button up shirt he had on. It landed on the railing as he went to release the golden braid he usually wore only to find it gone all over again. He ran his fingers through what was to him a much shorter haircut, he growled cursing the time he had been stuck living in a world without alchemy and with his father of all things.

He passed a mirror in the hallway catching a look at himself wondering just who the hell he was anymore. Here in this world he made no sense, at home, and he knew this for certain now, everything made sense. When the object he so adamantly tried to block out during the waking hours flashed inside his head smiling, he wanted nothing more than to throw himself out his bedroom window. Unfortunately, bars covered them and he settled for falling face first onto his messy bed. Kicking his way out of the black pants he wore and crawling half naked underneath his blanket wearing only a pair of white boxers, he closed his eyes for the final time that night.

Lying there, with his eyes closed and his mind comfortably numb from the morphine mixture, he allowed the image of Winry Rockbell to consume him as she did most nights in his dreams but tonight would be slightly different. Almost as if he could hear her voice as if nestled right next to him, his heart thudded in his chest and finally dropped into his stomach as her words echoed loud and clear through his skull.

“Stay Edward.” She had pleaded, tears falling freely and him being the gutless wonder he was, stood with his back toward her in his red overcoat and leather pants. He could hear it in her tone that she only wanted to keep him alive if for only one more precious moment before he had to leave again to full fill his promise to his brother Alphonse. She understood that, and she respected him for his ability to make such a promise or die trying anyway, which was her greatest fear, her voice must have wavered tearing at his heartstrings, because something inside him just snapped.

There in that instant, he couldn’t give her his usual explanation as to why he had to go. His auto mail fist balled so tightly he could feel the metal denting under his strength, Maybe it was because he knew it would be a least another month before he’d see her again after all, he still had to find Dante but there was absolutely nothing that could have made him move from that spot at that moment.

Without any thought or warning, Edward Elric turned so fast on his metal limb and pulled Winry plush against him in on fluid motion. He heard a weak gasp escape her mouth as their faces now touched each finding it increasingly difficult to breath.

Ed watched Winry’s eyes slowly start closing and touched her bottom lip with his tongue. Pulling back, resting his forehead on hers, he smiled breathlessly.

“I had to make sure you didn’t have that blasted wrench with you,” He whispered touching her cheek with the flesh of his left hand. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve dreamt of doing that to you,”

Winry’s eyes sparkled as she threw her arms around Ed’s neck. Ed felt the shivers go though his spine as he opened his mouth to receive her kiss and his metal arm made its way down her body resting on her waist.

They stood there, in Pinako’s kitchen glued together. The kissing was clumsy at first and both seventeen year olds showed just how little experience each of them had in the romance department. Ed was not one to be discouraged though; his metal arm hugging her waist quickly wrapped itself under her bottom, picking her up completely off the floor.

Winry gasped feeling her legs leave the floor and Ed move slowly to the staircase leading upstairs.

“Edward?” She asked searching his amber eyes and feeling her heart skip a beat at the intensity she saw there. “What does this mean?” She managed to ask between his kisses.

“I love you Winry… I didn’t want to leave again without telling you,”

Ed kicked her bedroom door open gently with one steel toe boot.

“I’m afraid Ed.”

“Afraid? Of me?” Ed asked softly. “I’ve never kissed anyone like I just kissed you or anything like that. If anyone should be nervous, it’s me. I’m the one stealing borrowed time here. What if I do something wrong?”

“That’s not it Edward. I want you to touch me, to hold me… and all that other stuff I’ve heard about, I’m just scared that if I tell you those words… you won’t ever make it home.”

Ed sighed, bit his lip and brushed a strand of her yellow hair from her chest, the palm of his hand grazing her flesh sending a signal straight to his pants. He rested his hand on her cheek ignoring how uncomfortable he was becoming. “If I promise to come home to you Winry… would that ease your mind some?”

“You mean marry me Edward?”

“I’ll find the prettiest ring in all of Central. But for now, I don’t want anyone hurting you to get to me…”

“I understand Ed… and I love you.”




Edward jumped up in bed a cold sweat covering his body; He reached over to the nightstand for the two day old glass of water and flung it on his head. He now knew what he was so vigorously trying to forget these past almost seven months. He had promised Winry Rockbell he’d be coming home and that she’d be Winry Elric soon after that. His heart fluttered in his chest. She loved him and that… that was enough for him to find some way to get home.


To be continued
Part Two:
The Wrong Elric