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scriveynerTitle: Game Changer
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Al, Winry
Rating: T
Length: 336
Summary: "I don't have a fever."
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.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Al, Winry
Rating: T
Length: 336
Summary: "I don't have a fever."
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.”
