Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural - Fake It
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scriveynerTitle: Fake It
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 34
Summary: "Seriously, I'm fine."
“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.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 34
Summary: "Seriously, I'm fine."
“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.”
