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scriveynerTitle: Broken Spirit
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup, Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing:
Rating: Ed, Al
Length: 284
Summary: A long road.
Sometimes all it took was the road open before him to make things right again. Ed drummed one hand on the steering wheel, the other braced in the window well. He had cranked the window down all the way, it was a good excuse to avoid conversation on the highway. The end of his ponytail flapped violently behind him, his bangs moving constantly. Al was sprawled in the seat beside him, chin in hand as he stared morosely out the passenger side window. It felt - not back to normal, (although normal was relative in their line of work) but still felt right. Despite all their quarrels, despite the fractures that ran through their relationship like a busted windshield, they were still a team. They were still family. That was all that mattered.
Neither brother spoke a word until lunch, when Ed was pulling off the highway to stop a small trucker’s stop. It was a greasy spoon, not even a chain restaurant of some kind, just Ed’s favorite kind of off-the-map burger joint. Alphonse pushed a fry around in ketchup while Ed inhaled his burger, and said finally - “Are we doing the right thing?”
Ed hesitated. He put his burger down and sighed. “Al, that’s a piece of shit question to ask and you know it.”
Al pursed his lips into a thin flat line and looked down at his plate. He was fortunately saved from further introspection by Ed’s cell phone ringing. Ed stared at his little brother a long moment, before flipping open his (admittedly ancient by today’s tech) cell phone.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup, Chasing the Sun
Characters/Pairing:
Rating: Ed, Al
Length: 284
Summary: A long road.
Sometimes all it took was the road open before him to make things right again. Ed drummed one hand on the steering wheel, the other braced in the window well. He had cranked the window down all the way, it was a good excuse to avoid conversation on the highway. The end of his ponytail flapped violently behind him, his bangs moving constantly. Al was sprawled in the seat beside him, chin in hand as he stared morosely out the passenger side window. It felt - not back to normal, (although normal was relative in their line of work) but still felt right. Despite all their quarrels, despite the fractures that ran through their relationship like a busted windshield, they were still a team. They were still family. That was all that mattered.
Neither brother spoke a word until lunch, when Ed was pulling off the highway to stop a small trucker’s stop. It was a greasy spoon, not even a chain restaurant of some kind, just Ed’s favorite kind of off-the-map burger joint. Alphonse pushed a fry around in ketchup while Ed inhaled his burger, and said finally - “Are we doing the right thing?”
Ed hesitated. He put his burger down and sighed. “Al, that’s a piece of shit question to ask and you know it.”
Al pursed his lips into a thin flat line and looked down at his plate. He was fortunately saved from further introspection by Ed’s cell phone ringing. Ed stared at his little brother a long moment, before flipping open his (admittedly ancient by today’s tech) cell phone.
