![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed/Winry
Rating: T
Length: 326
Summary: “What are you doing here, Ed?"
Winry Rockbell had not quite given up hunting, not quite retired from it but she was taking a hiatus. It seemed much wiser to be further away from the Elrics, as everything that they got into seemed intent on killing everyone around them. There was a low-level guilt that buzzed in her mind over this - didn’t Ed need her, need her stability? But she had to look after herself first.
So she worked in the roadhouse; teased the hunters that came in, transmitted leads to them to track down, and occasionally tinkered on the handful of old cars they kept behind the shop. It kept her busy, and it kept her from thinking too hard on everything that was going on in the world.
That is, until the day that Ed walked through her door again.
It wasn’t the first time that she had seen him since he vanished, but it was the first time that he had dared to come alone. His hair was scruffy - longer than she remembered him keeping it, tied back in a small spiky ponytail at the base of his skull. He looked exhausted, and not in a way that simply sleep could cure.
Winry glanced around the bar - it was early afternoon, the place was empty. She sighed and put one hand on the smooth surface of the bar. “What are you doing here, Ed?"
He stood in the doorway, sunlight sneaking in behind him, collar of his light jacket turned up against his neck. "I don’t know,” he finally admitted, and his voice had that gravel edge it acquired when he hadn’t slept much. Winry felt a little trill in her gut at the memory. “I felt, I just had to come.” He sighed. “I’m sick of the way everyone’s been torn apart.”