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scriveynerTitle: Gaping Chasm
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 519
Summary:
Ed laid on his side in bed, one hand under the pillow, and listened to his brother move around the room. It was not hard to feign sleep - there were pretty even odds that Al knew he was awake and faking it anyway - but Al did not stop to check on Ed. He got dressed in a hurry, and hesitated only a moment, before Ed heard the door to the motel room they shared open and shut firmly. He counted to thirty, silently, before lifting his head and looking around the room. Al was most definitely gone - and he had not taken the car.
He thought that they were past this bullshit. Ed swung his legs out of bed and scrubbed a hand through his hair, angry with himself for not confronting Al before he left. Al was a big boy now, he was allowed to make his own decisions - even if they were stupid, fucked up decisions - but they really could not afford to waste time on whatever petty bullshit reason that the two of them had invented to fight over. He was tired of it all … they spent more time apart than together, now - their ability to function as a team was beginning to suffer for it. He groped for his pants on the floor and pulled out his cell phone, opening the contacts list.
(There were so few people on that list now. So many fallen by the wayside, even more bridges they’d burned.)
It was a silly impulse to dial Al’s number, and he hesitated, flipping through the few contacts that remained instead. A few still were listed despite the numbers going nowhere - he hesitated over Mustang’s number.
Roy had every right to be pissed at him. He had not planned on things going that way, or going south, or dropping off the grid for the better part of a year. The two people he held in closest esteem (outside of his brother, of course) were so angry with him that they did not want to have any contact at all. It had taken a lot of wheedling to get Winry back on their side. Roy still would not even talk to him.
Ed swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat and threw the phone on the bed beside him. No one had ever said that this life was going to be easy, or that it was going to be worth it in the end. But someone out there had to stand against the darkness, and unfortunately that job had fallen to them.
The door clicked and Ed looked up in surprise as Al walked right back through the door, a sack of cheap greasy burgers from a 24-hour place down the strip in one hand. He hesitated, seeing Ed sitting up in the semi-darkness. “Something happen?” Al asked, taking his key from the lock and kicking the door shut behind him.
“Nah,” Ed said. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 519
Summary:
Ed laid on his side in bed, one hand under the pillow, and listened to his brother move around the room. It was not hard to feign sleep - there were pretty even odds that Al knew he was awake and faking it anyway - but Al did not stop to check on Ed. He got dressed in a hurry, and hesitated only a moment, before Ed heard the door to the motel room they shared open and shut firmly. He counted to thirty, silently, before lifting his head and looking around the room. Al was most definitely gone - and he had not taken the car.
He thought that they were past this bullshit. Ed swung his legs out of bed and scrubbed a hand through his hair, angry with himself for not confronting Al before he left. Al was a big boy now, he was allowed to make his own decisions - even if they were stupid, fucked up decisions - but they really could not afford to waste time on whatever petty bullshit reason that the two of them had invented to fight over. He was tired of it all … they spent more time apart than together, now - their ability to function as a team was beginning to suffer for it. He groped for his pants on the floor and pulled out his cell phone, opening the contacts list.
(There were so few people on that list now. So many fallen by the wayside, even more bridges they’d burned.)
It was a silly impulse to dial Al’s number, and he hesitated, flipping through the few contacts that remained instead. A few still were listed despite the numbers going nowhere - he hesitated over Mustang’s number.
Roy had every right to be pissed at him. He had not planned on things going that way, or going south, or dropping off the grid for the better part of a year. The two people he held in closest esteem (outside of his brother, of course) were so angry with him that they did not want to have any contact at all. It had taken a lot of wheedling to get Winry back on their side. Roy still would not even talk to him.
Ed swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat and threw the phone on the bed beside him. No one had ever said that this life was going to be easy, or that it was going to be worth it in the end. But someone out there had to stand against the darkness, and unfortunately that job had fallen to them.
The door clicked and Ed looked up in surprise as Al walked right back through the door, a sack of cheap greasy burgers from a 24-hour place down the strip in one hand. He hesitated, seeing Ed sitting up in the semi-darkness. “Something happen?” Al asked, taking his key from the lock and kicking the door shut behind him.
“Nah,” Ed said. “Couldn’t sleep.”
