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Title: An Impossibility
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al, Winry, Roy, Rian
Rating: T
Length: 353
Summary: "What other tablet?"
Al rested his forehead in the palm of his hand, the exhaustion weighing him down. The light of his laptop was bright, even with the lamps on the long table down the middle of the room, and made Ed’s face look gaunt in reflection. “You have to be kidding,” Ed said. “Read it again."
"I’m not,” Rian’s voice came through the laptop full of static, and Al could imagine the tiling in slowed connection. It was a miracle that they got any sort of internet connection at all down here, he wasn’t going to go complaining when the connection went bad. “That’s what it says. We’re screwed."
"Translate it again,” Ed said, dead serious. Winry sighed, beside him, and put her hand on his arm.
“You’re sure you didn’t miss anything,” she said. “The tablet was broken-"
"Who’s the only one who can read the fucking tablet in the first place,” Rian’s voice was angry, but these days he was always angry. He had a valid right to be so, stranded by himself (okay, mostly by himself, no one could consider Russell in any way, shape or form good company) on the other side of the country, hidden under wards and lock and key. “There is no other translation. We’re. Screwed. That’s it, game over."
"What about the other tablet?” Roy asked, and Al lifted his head, looked at Roy.
“What other tablet?” Ed said.
“The … there were three, weren’t there?” Roy looked around at them. “One for heaven, one for hell, and one for truth?"
"There’s a third tablet,” Ed repeated, and looked at Al for confirmation. Al was as surprised as he was - this was the first he had heard.
The silence stretched out between them, before Rian spoke again. “Who the fuck is that guy?”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al, Winry, Roy, Rian
Rating: T
Length: 353
Summary: "What other tablet?"
Al rested his forehead in the palm of his hand, the exhaustion weighing him down. The light of his laptop was bright, even with the lamps on the long table down the middle of the room, and made Ed’s face look gaunt in reflection. “You have to be kidding,” Ed said. “Read it again."
"I’m not,” Rian’s voice came through the laptop full of static, and Al could imagine the tiling in slowed connection. It was a miracle that they got any sort of internet connection at all down here, he wasn’t going to go complaining when the connection went bad. “That’s what it says. We’re screwed."
"Translate it again,” Ed said, dead serious. Winry sighed, beside him, and put her hand on his arm.
“You’re sure you didn’t miss anything,” she said. “The tablet was broken-"
"Who’s the only one who can read the fucking tablet in the first place,” Rian’s voice was angry, but these days he was always angry. He had a valid right to be so, stranded by himself (okay, mostly by himself, no one could consider Russell in any way, shape or form good company) on the other side of the country, hidden under wards and lock and key. “There is no other translation. We’re. Screwed. That’s it, game over."
"What about the other tablet?” Roy asked, and Al lifted his head, looked at Roy.
“What other tablet?” Ed said.
“The … there were three, weren’t there?” Roy looked around at them. “One for heaven, one for hell, and one for truth?"
"There’s a third tablet,” Ed repeated, and looked at Al for confirmation. Al was as surprised as he was - this was the first he had heard.
The silence stretched out between them, before Rian spoke again. “Who the fuck is that guy?”