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scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: #6 - Christmas Tree
Rating: PG
Warning: Fusion fic, holiday stuff
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Word Count: 832
Characters/Pairings: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Kaoru Kamiya, Alphonse Elric/Mei Chang, Rian Martin
Summary: Holidays in the bunker are kinda special.

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scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Bottomless
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

It was probably a dream, Ed realized suddenly as he lounged back in the scratchy old kitchen chair. He hadn’t felt this relaxed and calm in weeks, and he was in Roy’s kitchen. It had been almost a year and the decor was exactly the same: in turns both bachelor and terrible.

Roy was there too, his back to Ed, wearing a pair of sleeping trousers and nothing else. Ed grinned as his eyes followed the slope of Roy’s back; the way the pants wore low on his hips told him that Mustang wasn’t wearing anything with the sleep trousers, either.

Empty pizza boxes on the table from last night - Ed leaned forward and flicked up a lid, looking for an elusive leftover slice, despite the fact that he could hear the sizzle and pop of bacon on the burners. Roy was saying something, but what exactly was lost on him.

It was so peaceful, this dream. Absent the blood and the fire and the damnation, even the dreams not classified as nightmares had a razor-sharp edge of ruin and regret. It had been so long that a calming memory resurfaced in such a manner.

Ed glanced around again, and saw Winry was leaning in the doorway. She wasn’t wearing a nightie like he thought, but one of Ed’s shirts, two buttons undone to show a generous portion of her decolletage.

Likely as well this was the only piece of clothing she was wearing, and Ed smirked at the thought of two of his most favorite people to see naked both barely wearing clothes before him.

Like most pleasant things, this dream wasn’t fated to last. Even in the realm of Dream he wasn’t entirely safe from the unpleasantness of reality and at once Ed opened his eyes, awake.
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Gushing Blood
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“I really don’t understand how you have survived this long,” Roy muttered, tightening the bandage wrapped around Ed’s head carefully. “It’s a minor miracle you made it to adulthood."

"Is this not counting the times I’ve died?” Ed asked, and winced.

“That was rhetorical and I’m pretending that I didn’t hear you say that simply for my own sanity.” Roy cut the white bandage and tied it off. Ed was covered in dirt and his own blood, caked down the side of his face and into his hair. “Caution doesn’t cost you anything, and saves us all plenty in the long run."

"I’ve had worse,” Ed said, and touched two fingers to his head gingerly. “Way worse. But … thanks, you know. For saving my bacon."

"The world would be a darker place without you in it,” Roy said, and slung the medkit back into the trunk. Ed was immediately thankful for the layer of grime, it masked the sudden flush well. “Have we at least finished here? If there’s still - what were they, monkey-bats?"

"Hell if I know, tiny things with sharp little teeth.” Ed waved his hand in front of his face. “Kids have way too much imagination these days, dreaming up all sorts of nasty shit."

Roy shook his head. "And Al?” he asked.

“Hell if I know where that idiot is, he got pissed at me three days ago and bailed. Probably shacked up with Mei again, that’s the first person he runs to whenever we fight.” Ed looked down at the gravel road, kicked some with his scuffed boot. “I am glad you showed to bail my ass out, though. I would have been toast."

Roy smiled. "Anytime,” he said, and ruffled Ed’s hair companionably. Ed ducked his head and scowled, and Roy laughed.
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Fake It
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“Seriously, I’m fine,” Al said as Ed fussed around him. It was tiring watching his brother move around the room quickly, but he found most everything tiring these days. “You can leave me alone, I’m not going to turn to dust if you turn your back on me long enough."

"Oh great, something else I hadn’t considered.” Ed sat, finally, on the edge of the battered motel room mattress. Al had created a nest of blankets in the center of his own mattress, and he glared right back at Ed.

“I’m fine, brother."

Ed remained silent, staring at his brother. Al sighed deeply, and glanced at the worn comforter. He was particularly adept at seeing through Ed’s bullshit - was it any surprised the reverse was true as well? The headaches came more frequently now, and he was simply unable to shake the bone-weary fatigue that had gripped him.

That was of course discounting the blood he had horked up in the shower, but fortunately the sound of the water had masked his fit of coughing. Ed did not need to deal with this, there were other things he needed to worry about. Al would BE fine, even if he didn’t feel particularly fine right this instant.

The problem was trying to convince his overly protective older brother that he was not, in fact, dying of some mysterious angelic malady.

"I’m worried,” Ed said quietly. He glanced back at Ed, and Ed was staring at the floor. “We’ve lost so much, Al - there’s so much work to do, I can’t lose you again. I just - I can’t deal with it. Not again."

Al smiled, Ed was actually being honest about his feelings for once. "I’m fine,” he said softly. “Please, believe me, Ed. I won’t let you down.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: A Minute Away
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

There was something comforting about having a shooting range easily at her disposal. It was cathartic to just put on a set of mufflers, load up a few weapons and empty them into human-shaped targets on the other end of the room. (That may or may not occasionally have pictures taped to the head of a certain blond-haired hunter who was REALLY PISSING HER OFF OKAY.)

Winry put her weapon down and slid the mufflers off. It seemed silly to wear the protective eyewear - not that the Men of Letters apparently had any in stock - but the mufflers at least kept her from deafening herself in the concrete bunker.

As much as she hated to admit, this place was amazing. All it really lacked was a proper garage to hide the cars away in (and that she could tinker in, priorities). She couldn’t really express this to Ed, because then he would point out that she essentially mocked him the entire car ride here and she got enough shit for that as it was. She smiled despite herself, and called the target back.

“Not bad,” Al said from the doorway, and Winry jumped a mile. “Nice cluster there in the body."

She turned and glared at him. "You know, when I say I want some private time, that doesn’t mean follow me everywhere."

"Well, when Ed says it it usually means he’s locked himself in the bathroom.” Al shrugged. “I was just curious how alike you two were."

Winry’s glare soured. "That’s gross, Al."

"Nah, it’s just funny.” He didn’t move. “Hey, did Ed tell you where he was going?"

Winry removed the clip from her weapon, thought about loading another one and decided against it. "He didn’t say anything, why?"

"Oh, perfect,” Al groaned. “The Impala’s gone.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Boundless
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

It was Ed’s fault (really, it usually was, no one ran smack into danger more with less of a plan than he) but they both laughed, Ed on his ass in the dirt, scorch marks on the sleeves of of his jacket and soot in his hair. He laughed hard and freely, head back and eyes closed and Roy just grinned, watching his merriment.

“Shoulda known there was a gas leak,” Ed gasped, wiping tears of mirth from his face and smearing the dirt and soot in the process.

“I told you I smelled something funny,” Roy leaned back against the car, still smiling.

“Yeah, I thought you meant- yah, never mind what I thought you meant.” Ed sat forward, and then heaved himself to his feet. “We should get going, that was one hell of a fireball, I’m surprised no one has called the cops yet."

As he spoke, the first faint traces of sirens could be heard carrying through the trees.

"Definitely our cue to exit,” Roy slung his rifle into the back seat of the car and opened the driver’s side door.

Ed shoved him aside and glared. “This is MY car, Mustang. You can drive it when I’m dead."

Roy rolled his eyes and trotted around the front of the vehicle, sliding into the passenger side seat as Ed hesitated, looking back at the raging inferno the old abandoned house had become.

"Oi, Ed,” Roy leaned down so he could see Ed’s standing face. “Not getting arrested again: a high priority. Get your ass in the car."

Surprisingly, Ed actually did as he was told, slamming the drivers’s side door shut and turning the key in the ignition. "You really think this takes care of things?"

"God, I hope so,” Roy muttered, as they drove off.
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Decay
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

The control room was ancient, still full of cobwebs and filth, abandoned coffee mugs and left-behind notepads. You had to pass through the control room to get to everywhere else, and Winry could tell by the tracks in the inches of dust that, aside from one or two cursory glances, the boys had all but ignored the room.

Which was to be expected, in these days of wireless internet the huge ancient machines were more or less useless. It did not mean that the ancient radios and older tech needed to moulder in obscurity.

“I wasn’t brought here to play maid,” Winry muttered to herself, but her curiosity had been awakened. If there was one thing she particularly liked to do, it was take things apart - and tech like this? She’d never had occasion to even LOOK at before.

Besides, the room WAS filthy, and they were tracking dirt and crap into the much more habitable parts of the batcave. (Leave it to Ed to name this place.) It couldn’t hurt to do a LITTLE cleaning - she could reward herself by taking apart what looked like to be a proto-computer that took up most of the far wall.

And that was how Ed found her, hours later, standing on a table with parts scattered all around her and a cloud of dust and dirt in the air. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, startling her enough that she knocked a few bolts and bits down off the table.

Winry wiped her hand across her face. “Uh,” she said. “Cleaning?"

"Cleaning, right,” Ed said. He didn’t look surprised nor impressed, in fact he looked like he had just woken up. “Maybe you should get cleaned up, we’re going soon."

"Going? Going where?"

"Just get cleaned up, okay?”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Since When
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

It felt warm and right, curled up next to a warm body again. It had been so long, he couldn’t remember - he missed the warmth, the smell of another person beside him. Drowsy, Ed sighed contentedly and squirmed in closer, throwing his arm over the body next to his.

“Mm, Roy,” Ed muttered, still not quite awake yet.

The world went topsy-turvy as Ed got rolled out of bed when the other person - not Roy, he realized as he woke up halfway to impact - flailed themselves completely out of bed and back against the other wall.

“WHAT,” Al said, his voice strangled and several pitches higher than usual. “ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!?"

Ed landed hard, on his back, the wind knocked out of him. He blinked away stars and stared at the ceiling, highlighted slightly by the wan light that crept in under the closed door. He heard Al flail around more, and then there was light, but no less confusion.

At least, until Winry slammed open the bedroom door, a twelve-gauge in her hands and her dressing gown flapping out behind her like some sort of superhero’s cape. "What’s going on? Are we under attack?"

Ed let his head drop back against the tile floor and covered his eyes with a groan. NOW he remembered - while there were other rooms to occupy, no one had thought to clean one out yet so in the meantime Winry was sleeping in Ed’s room and Ed was sharing Al’s somewhat larger bed frame. "Oh god,” he said. “Someone kill me now."

"I was thirty seconds away from getting a good morning grope,” Al could not possibly sound more offended if he tried.

Winry rolled her eyes and sighed, relaxing her posture. “Welcome to my world, Al.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: And Exhale
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“Have you heard from Roy?” Al asked, chasing a sausage link around his plate with a fork, while Winry cleaned up after Ed’s explosion of breakfast genius. They could hear the showers running anywhere in the batcave, the pipes were ancient and creaky and they had some time to discuss before Ed was out of there.

Winry hesitated, and then dumped more dishes in the sink. “No,” she said, and put her hands on the edge of the old fixture. “He and I were never as close as Ed was."

"That’s an understatement,” Al said, finally spearing the link. “It’s just - Ed gets really evasive whenever I bring him up, and the time we tried to see him, Roy was really bad off."

"It’s probably better for him that we’re out of his life,” Winry said.

“No doubt.” Al chewed thoughtfully. “But, Ed."

Without even having to explain, his words spoke volumes. Winry turned the water on, and Al wondered if that would mess with the water pressure in the showers. "That idiot is in love with Mustang,” Winry said, and there was hurt in her voice. “He loved Mustang far more than he ever loved me."

"He still loves you,” Al murmured.

“I don’t like being settled for,” Winry said. “It was simpler when it was the three of us - strange, I know, but then I didn’t feel like the consolation prize.” She lapsed into silence, the plates and flatware clinking together as she ran the water over them.

Al stared down at his plate - the exhaustion pulled at his eyes and thrummed, deep in his veins but he could ignore it. “I need to talk to Roy,” Al said finally. “If he’s done with us, that’s fine, but I need to hear it from him."
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Unusual Name
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“So this alchemy thing,” Al said, and Ed groaned. They had been sitting at the long table in the main room, which Ed had disdainfully dubbed the library, Al with his laptop open and several books piled around him and Ed with an empty plate that had just recently held a burger. “Have you messed with it at all, since you came back?"

"Nah,” Ed licked the crumbs off his fingers. “Too many other things to deal with, hadn’t really thought about it. Why?"

His brother was silent for a long moment. Probably lost in his research again, there was a long and involved love story between Al and his battered old laptop.

For once, Ed was even telling the truth about it. The strange ability that he had acquired hadn’t passed through his mind once in the past few months - especially after realizing, when trapped in Purgatory, that it simply did not work there. He figured it had been gone for good and promptly forgot about it.

"Well I was doing some research about, well,” Al looked up, and then looked around meaningfully. Ed caught the look and nodded his head.

“Yeah, and? What does that have to do with my freaky magic ability that everyone likes to pretend doesn’t exist?"

"Well, uh, Dad’s name came up.” Al tapped a book.

Ed cocked his head curiously. “So? Dad’s name comes up often, he was everyfuckingwhere for a while."

"Ed, Dad’s name came up in the founding records."

He processed this for a moment. "So, wait, this organization isn’t as old and hoary as we thought?"

"Quite the opposite,” Al sighed. “The founding records are almost three hundred years old."

"Oh, hell,” Ed groaned. “What are the odds that it’s just someone with the same admittedly-esoteric-sounding name?"

"Not good.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Wooden Stairs
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

They spent a lot more time together now, Ed realized, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the faint strains of music coming from the car’s radio. There was a span of time where, hell, they just didn’t trust each other like they used to, and as a result Ed spent more time sleeping on Mustang’s couch (and in his bed) than on the road, doing the things that he did best.

But things seemed different, now - better, almost. It was a relief and at the same time Ed could not just relax, if he relaxed that was when things got shot to shit in a heartbeat. So he kept alert, even now, waiting on his brother to emerge from the diner with their dinner.

Even if things were bad on other fronts (hey, at least Winry was talking to him now! And not leading with her fist! That counted as progress, right?) he and Al were back to being a team, and really in the grand scheme of things, that was all that mattered, right?


Ed sighed, and watched the exit to the diner, ignoring his stomach’s pathetic rumble and hoping for once in his goddamned life Al would remember the pie. He was in the midst of making a silent bet with himself that Al would trip going down the rickety old stairs that led to the door just like he had tripped going up when the door banged open and several people streamed out, chattering merrily.

Ed watched them mill about the parking lot, and for a brief moment envied them their ignorant lives. No angels, no demons, no existential crises - just mundane, regular lives.

He smirked and returned his attention to the door. He wouldn’t trade this life for anything.
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: On the Table
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“You are so full of shit,” Winry said, as Ed rolled the car into park. “We are in the middle of nowhere. Are you two squatting in an abandoned hovel again, because I am not peeing in a bucket-"

"Jeez, Winry, relax,” Ed said. “Would I lie to you?"

"In a heartbeat."

Ed rolled his eyes and sighed. "Okay, maybe that was the wrong thing to ask, but I’m not lying to you, I swear.” He opened the door and swung his legs out, stretching as he exited the vehicle. Winry watched him suspiciously as he popped the trunk and pulled out his duffel, slinging the strap over his head. “You coming, or what?"

Truth was, Ed did not like leaving Al alone in the lair. Al had been acting stranger and stranger, and with Rian AWOL and most of their allies out of contact, he had had to reach out to someone to help keep an eye on things.

There were very few people the Elrics would trust with a secret of this magnitude - and Winry was right at the top of that list.

There were clumps of dead leaves still pushed against the insides of the stairs that led down to the heavy old iron door. Winry stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over her chest because despite the warm spring day, it was chilly in the shade. "You’re joking,” she said, as Ed unlocked the door.

He held the door open and bowed. “After you, princess."

"You’re not joking, you’re just fucked in the head,” Winry said, and walked through the door. “Is Al really in here?"

"Probably sleeping on his laptop in the library,” Ed said, pulling the heavy door shut behind them both and locking it. “AL! We’re home, wake up!”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Game Changer
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

Al sat with his chin on the table, a scowl settled deep on his features. If he had had the wherewithal to hunt down wherever it was Ed had decided to stash his laptop he WOULD - he just did not want to prove Ed right by standing up and then having a dizzy spell.

He jumped a mile when Winry settled her hand on his forehead. “You are burning UP,” she said, and covered him with a blanket. “Does Ed know you have a fever?"

"I don’t have a fever,” Al muttered. “I feel fine."

"You’re a worse liar than your brother is,” Winry took a step back, and looked down the long table. So many of the chairs were still dusty, unused by either brother. “Why are you so sick? What isn’t Ed telling me about?"

Al closed his eyes, grateful that Ed didn’t spill the beans on everything that was currently going on. "Nothing, I’m just - maybe I caught some sort of ancient crud from the books.” Hell, this lie even sounded flimsy to HIM. Mei would have beat him half to death with his own laptop by now. He sighed deeply and tried not to think about how long it had been since he had heard her voice.

“Right.” Winry was even less impressed. “Ancient crud from the books. Whatever, you boys can keep your world-ending secrets, I’m just here to make sure that you don’t cough up blood and die choking on phlegm while Ed is gallivanting around doing… whatever the fuck it is HE is doing.” She shook her head. “Someone needs to remind me why I took this job when both of you have this stupid, strong silent suffering MAN thing going on. It’s not cute when either of you do it.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: The Seams
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

Winry Rockbell had not quite given up hunting, not quite retired from it but she was taking a hiatus. It seemed much wiser to be further away from the Elrics, as everything that they got into seemed intent on killing everyone around them. There was a low-level guilt that buzzed in her mind over this - didn’t Ed need her, need her stability? But she had to look after herself first.

So she worked in the roadhouse; teased the hunters that came in, transmitted leads to them to track down, and occasionally tinkered on the handful of old cars they kept behind the shop. It kept her busy, and it kept her from thinking too hard on everything that was going on in the world.

That is, until the day that Ed walked through her door again.

It wasn’t the first time that she had seen him since he vanished, but it was the first time that he had dared to come alone. His hair was scruffy - longer than she remembered him keeping it, tied back in a small spiky ponytail at the base of his skull. He looked exhausted, and not in a way that simply sleep could cure.

Winry glanced around the bar - it was early afternoon, the place was empty. She sighed and put one hand on the smooth surface of the bar. “What are you doing here, Ed?"

He stood in the doorway, sunlight sneaking in behind him, collar of his light jacket turned up against his neck. "I don’t know,” he finally admitted, and his voice had that gravel edge it acquired when he hadn’t slept much. Winry felt a little trill in her gut at the memory. “I felt, I just had to come.” He sighed. “I’m sick of the way everyone’s been torn apart.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: It Was Free
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

Al heaved a deep sigh, tugging on the cord of the talisman strung around Ed’s neck. “Did it ever occur to you that there might have been a REASON it was free?"

Ed sat on the ground in front of the bed, Al behind him as he tried to sever the cord. "Shut up, Al."

"No, Ed. I’m curious what goes on inside that little brain of yours sometimes."

"Dude, if some hot chick was handing out necklaces-"

”-in a city with a rash of people being strangled to death?“

Ed stopped and scowled, looking down at his legs. "She was hot, all right?” And then, quieter. “She reminded me of Winry."

The switchblade was doing absolutely no damage to the leather cord that the small talisman hung from. Al closed the knife and sat back, thinking hard. "There’s got to be something else that connects all the deaths, because if you’re right and she’s giving out that many of these things, there would be a whole lot more people dead right now."

Ed slid two fingers inside the cord and tugged at it. It moved fine, it wasn’t adhered to his skin by any measure - it just seemed that no power on this earth could break the leather cord, and if he tried to lift it above his head it suddenly would not move. "This thing’s making me nervous, man. Like a Damocles’ noose."

"Well it’s your own damn fault,” Al said with little sympathy. He stood, shoving Ed’s head as he did so, and moved to sit back at the tiny table that he had turned into a desk. “I’ll do some research here - there’s got to be something out there on the symbol on the talisman.” He had scribbled it on a napkin for reference.
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Checkout Line
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

Ed held the bottle up to the light, the clear liquid sloshing around inside. “Are you sure this is what we need?” He had only asked this question about seven times in the course of the queue, and Al was clearly getting tired of answering.

“Yes, brother,” Al’s voice was a little tinny through the cell phone. “The recipe was very specific, it called for a particular brand due to the active ingredients."

Ed shuffled the phone to his other ear as he made it up to the belt, dropping the six-pack of beer and the tiny vial onto the conveyor belt. "I dunno, it still seems too easy,” he muttered, staring at the tabloid headlines and trying to ignore the people around him. He glanced to the other side and looked at the candy, and thought mournfully about the baked goods section. However, if he went to fetch anything else he would lose his position in line, in the single open checkout lane at two a.m. on a bloody fucking Tuesday. “Especially using some random fucking brand of eye drops?"

"Not just the eye drops,” Al said.

“Well the eye drops are the only portion I can buy at a fucking warehouse store at three in the morning,” Ed muttered. “It’s shouldn’t be this hard to deal with dead dogs, Al, I’m telling you something stinks here."

Al made an affirmative noise. "I have an idea,” he said, and Ed could hear the clicking of his laptop through the phone. “Are you headed back here after this?"

"Yeah, well I might stop for some sliders. You want any?"

"Greasy burgers at three a.m., Ed, please remember I share the room with you?” Al huffed a sigh and the typing ceased. “Look, I’ll see you when you get back, okay?"
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Magic
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“NOPE.” Ed’s voice echoed off the tile of the bathroom. Al sighed, scratched a hand through his hair, and knocked on the bathroom door again.

“Come on, Ed, it’s not that bad,” he tried.

“Not that BAD?” There was a scrabbling on the other side of the door, and Ed yanked the bathroom door open. Still shirtless.

Al immediately looked away, blushing hard. “Not that BAD!?” Ed shrieked. “I’M A FUCKING CHICK!"

"For fuck’s sake, put a shirt on!” Al said, finding the other wall far more fascinating and less traumatically scarring. “It probably won’t last, Ed, remember the last time you got hexed? We got that sorted out easily enough."

"If you tell Winry about this I will kill you,” Ed said, finally acquiescing to Al’s discomfort and pulling on a tee shirt that was now too loose in some respects, and far too tight in others.

Al had to weigh up the possibilities in his mind that his elder sibling was serious, decided that it really wasn’t worth the risk. At least not until he got a quote from Roy about how much cash he could pony up to get some pictures or video of this historic event.

Ed threw himself (herself? God, pronouns were going to be a pain for the next however long until they sorted this out) across the bed and sulked loudly. “Why does this shit always happen to ME?"

"Gee, I dunno,” Al said, the sarcasm heavy in his voice. “Maybe if you’d stop provoking the faeries, they wouldn’t be so inclined to teach you a lesson?"

"I didn’t even DO anything this time,” Ed complained. “I know better. I didn’t call anybody names, I didn’t swear on anything I shouldn’t’ve, I didn’t even EAT anything this time.” Ed groaned. “I hate faeries.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: My Best Friend
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“Rise and shine,” Ed called cheerfully, yanking the blinds open. Al grunted and turned his face away from the light, pulling the too-short comforter up over his head to block out the sun’s rays. “It’s a gorgeous, sunny Saturday morning! What are you still doing in bed?"

Al had a death grip on the sheets while he contemplated his options. Ed was far too perky for the daylight hours, the odds that he had been replaced by some sort of adult changeling seemed high. His death grip was rewarded when Ed yanked at the bottom of the comforter and tried to wheedle Al out of bed. "Come on, if you want to sleep that much you can catch a few winks in the car."

Or maybe Ed was just over-caffeinated. That had happened before.

Al finally emerged from the end of the comforter and glared blearily at his brother, who was in the process of shoving all his assorted belongings into his military-issue duffel bag. He watched Ed for a few long moments, and then glanced at the clock, as the realization dawned on him. "We’re skipping town, aren’t we."

"The card we used to check in has been compromised.” Ed still sounded cheerful. “The check-in office doesn’t open for an hour, it’s better to clear out before someone comes after us with a baseball bat again."

Al sat up and ran a hand through his sleep-spiked hair. "We have got to find a better resource than credit card scams,” he said, and caught his own half-empty duffel when Ed winged it at him.

“Less talky, more packy."

He smiled despite himself; it was welcome - if slightly unsettling - to see his brother in such good humor. "Have you even slept, Ed?"

"Not a wink,” Ed said, and grinned


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