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scriveynerTitle: A Minute Away
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing: Al, Winry
Rating: T
Length: 333
Summary: There was something comforting about having a shooting range easily at her disposal.
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.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing: Al, Winry
Rating: T
Length: 333
Summary: There was something comforting about having a shooting range easily at her disposal.
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.”
