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11 August 2010 @ 10:44 pm
Fic: "Finding Sunshine After Rain" (ch 1)  
Okay, so I've wanted to get started on this fic for a long time. But I didn't want to have two multi-chapter fics going at the same time, so I finally finished up my Code Geass multi-chapter fic before starting on this one.

Title: Finding Sunshine After Rain
Rating: PG-13 for now, but will be R in later chapters
Pairing: Edwin
Series: Anime 1, oddly enough. But there will be a few shout-outs to Brotherhood
Summary: In order to get revenge on the FullMetal Alchemist, someone sends Winry over to the other side of the gate and forces her to act like another Earth-lookalike of herself, but there's more at stake than just a broken heart...

A few things before we begin. I realize "Getting Ed back home/getting together with Winry after CoS" is a popular subject in fanfiction, but I felt sending Winry over to the gate this time was enough of a twist (well, I've never seen it before) that it would be a bit different. Also, to be honest, I didn't watch much of Anime 1 and what I know for this fic is mostly coming from CoS and wiki searches, so forgive me if I make a small error.

And even though I prefer Brotherhood (honestly, I think everyone's characterization might slant a bit towards their manga selves, just because their manga selves were so very awesome) I am a history student majoring in British history. How could I not jump at the chance to write Ed in 1920's London?

One more thing--because I find CoS Ed speaking German so very sexy, there will be a few German words popping up in this fic. I'll stick to simple words everyone knows, but if its too jarring, let me know.

Central City, 1920

Winry hated all the house calls she kept getting. Being called out to military barracks at one in the morning because some drunk private decided to have a fight and tear the hand off his automail was not what she had in mind when she took this job.

The job didn’t even pay well! But Riza Hawkeye had referred her and she wasn’t about to turn down a job if it meant she would be living in Central full time…

She needed to get away from Resembool for a while. There were too many memories there. After Granny died, really, what was the point of staying? She gave the aging Den to another family who lived up the hill and left as soon as the job was offered—she didn’t want to see another one of her family die.

Then, she’d be truly alone.

She didn’t want to think about it now, but with the darkness of the night as she walked back to her apartment and the gloominess of the mist hanging over the streets, she couldn’t help it.

It had been three years since she last saw them. She kept hoping that maybe in a week…in a month…in a year…maybe they’d find their way back. Maybe, somehow she’d see them again…but it never came to pass. Two years after they left, she came to accept it.

Three years now, she became cynical about it. Maybe it was better this way. It would probably be the same even if he had stayed—he’d be out exploring the world, always forgetting to call, never giving a damn about what he left behind.

Yep, it was better this way. So much better.

But with everything gone, she wasn’t about to despair. She had a job. Maybe now that she’d finally come to accept their leaving, she’d be able to move on, too. A few of the Central city boys had asked her out, and she always turned them down—her job, you know—maybe now she’d be able to finally say “yes”. Maybe one of them would never forget to call when he left town.

Just keep living another day, Winry. It’s not worth it to give up now.

Hmph. That sounded pathetic, didn’t it? Oh well…

“Miss Winry Rockbell?”

She stopped dead in her tracks. One thing she did hate about Central—too many creeps and weirdos. Turning on the spot, she demanded, “And what do you want?”

But there was no one there.

She glanced around quickly, but nothing in the darkness moved towards her. She reached into her bag and grabbed out her wrench—better safe than sorry—and continued to look around carefully.

Just when she turned to look into the alleyway, she heard something rush at her. “Hey, let me go!” she screamed when a large arm grabbed her from behind.

“Let me—!” she never finished her sentence as a rag smelling of chloroform was pressed against her nose, and everything went dark.

Everything was fuzzy…when she opened her eyes, she could only see a dimly lit room, filled with candles. Winry tried to push herself off the floor, but could only wiggle her arms and legs before she realized.

She was tied up.

Heart pounding, she tried to wriggle some more, only to sneeze. Chalk. Now why would there be…?

Only then did she move her head up to see that she was lying on an alchemy circle.

And someone was standing on it with her.

“What’s going on? Hey! Let me—!”

“Stay still!” it was the same voice that had taunted her on the street. “It will be painful if you don’t, Miss Rockbell.” She could almost hear him smirk.

“What are you doing—?”

There was a flash of silver and a smell of blood, but it wasn’t her own. The man—she tried to look up at him, but all she saw was a figure shrouded in a cloak—had cut his own finger. A single drop of blood fell and landed onto the alchemy circle.

Red light flared as the air around her began to spin. “Stop it!” Winry screamed as she felt hundreds of invisible hands pulling at her—grabbing her clothes, her hair, pulling her down, down, down, until—

The world went white, and Winry remembered no more.

London, 1926

“Have a good day, professor!” the last child called out as he left the classroom.

The professor glanced out the window to the overcast sky. “Hmph. ‘Good Day’ my ass.” He picked up the apple someone had left on his desk, tossed it into the air for a moment, then grabbed his briefcase and went on his way.

It wasn’t like he wanted to teach. But he didn’t have a degree from anywhere and he couldn’t do a job that required any hard work—too much risk someone might see his arm and ask awkward questions—so he was forced to go to the first place he found and dazzle them with scientific knowledge until they offered him a post.

He had hoped he could have found something better than a low-paid science professor ‘St. Christopher’s School for Poor Boys’ but he was in no place to complain.

Not many places would hire Germans these days.

Trenchcoat on, he left the school and walked down the busy London street, taking a bite out of the apple. It was better than hanging around Germany. He reminded himself. Things were staring to get more dangerous.

I’m not going to let Alphonse live in a place like that.

Glancing up to the London skyline to look at the far off Big Ben, Edward Elric sighed. Besides…here we had a chance of finally finding the answers we were looking for.

A few more blocks down the road, and Edward found it—the London Physics Society.

In truth, the weekly meetings were kind of boring—nothing more than old college professors rambling on about some new theories—but it was something. He didn’t really have anything to offer them (he certainly wasn’t about to tell them about his “theoretical” research on how to make and dismantle uranium bombs) but here, it felt like he was doing something.

Maybe one day he’d hear something that would give him an idea. Something, anything that might ignite the cogs inside his brain to formulate a theory that wouldn’t end in failure. Something, anything…

Just some idea of how to find their way home at last.

But like all meetings, this one was a bust too—the only thing Ed learned was that a new element might have been discovered. Interesting, but not useful.

“Finally! I thought I’d have to wait for ages!” someone greeted him in German. There was only one person who talked to him in German in public these days…

Ed rolled his eyes at his little brother. “School get out early? You could have done your homework—”

“I’ll do it later.” Alphonse muttered.

“You’d better.” Edward gave him a stern glare. This was another reason he wanted to come to London—they had schools set up for all children, regardless of whether or not they had the money for it. Ed may not have been there for two years of his brother’s life, but now he was going to make up for it best he could. And his brother was going to get an education, whether he wanted it or not.

Most of the time, it seemed like Al didn’t want it. “You didn’t finish school. I want to help you work—” Then he would grumble when Ed put his foot down.

Ed would grumble back about how he was sure he wasn’t that cheeky at fifteen.

“So, find out anything?” Alphonse asked as they made their way back to their flat.

“Not really, same as usual.” Ed sighed. “I’m wondering if this isn’t becoming a waste of time…there’s no alchemy on this side of the gate, so how do we expect—!”

“It’s not a waste of time!” Al said to him, folding his arms in defiance. “We’ll find a way. We always do.”

“We can’t just use an alchemy trick and somehow save the day! Getting back through the gate is a lot harder than that.” Besides, he was beginning to wonder if it was futile…maybe they were never meant to go back through the gate in the first place…Maybe they were meant to be stuck here in this other world forever…

Something cold and wet hit his cheek. “Hey!” Alphonse pointed to two small boys, holding a pot of something and sticking their tongues out at them. Ed peeled it off the side of his face. It was sauerkraut.

“Go back to the Kaiser, Krauts!” The two boys blew a raspberry and took off, probably to go bother other Germans they found.

Alphonse looked like he was struggling to keep himself from yelling something back after the kids, but decided against it. “Here, do you need a hankerchief? I’ve got one…”

“No, I’ve got it,” Ed said, pulling out his own and wiping the goop off the rest of his face. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

“Bet their parents don’t even care that they’re wandering the city alone, flinging that stuff at people.” Alphonse rolled his eyes.

“Well if you’d hurry up and learn English, we wouldn’t have to be so obvious—”

“I am learning! I’m just not as good as you. It’s not fair that we can’t even speak in our own language without being spit on or yelled at or something…we weren’t even here for the war!”

Ed knew that, and still he couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was over on this side of the gate first. His brother didn’t have to follow him. But he did anyway. Alphonse had wanted to see more of the world, but he said he was all right with staying in Germany, but Ed had insisted they might find more clues in London if they really wanted to try…

Right. All they really got out of London was day after day of crushed hopes and sauerkraut thrown at them in the streets. But it was better than the alternative, right?

Even though he wasn’t really sure what the alternative was anymore.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an another dark room. She was laying on the cold floor, and there was the scent of blood heavy in the air.

This time, she was sure it was her own.

What had happened? She couldn’t remember, but…She pulled herself up to sit, looking at herself. Scratches were all over her arms and legs, scratches like dozens of fingernails scraping against her at once…Her blouse and long skirt were torn (Hey! That one was brand new!) and there were bruises dotting her arms and legs. Reaching up, she thought she felt a lump on the side of her head, hidden underneath tendrils of blonde hair that had come loose from her bun.

She tried to stand up, but the second she did, the world spun and she found herself on her knees again, vomiting everything in her stomach. Panting heavily, she wiped her mouth and tried again, this time more slowly.

The world still spun, but not quite as violently.

She squinted. There was light, but not much of it…it was coming from a boarded up window. She limped over to it. Between two planks of wood she looked out, hoping to recognize some part of Central…except she didn’t recognize any of it.

The sun was beginning to set. There were other large buildings around this one, and all looked like warehouses…was that where she was? There were rough looking people passing by, all talking in a language she didn’t understand. She squinted farther to see over the roofs of one of the buildings and saw a glimmer off of water…A river. There were boats.

She didn’t know of any city in Amestris that had a river that big running through it.

She heard a door somewhere being opened. Light began to flood in the room. Quick! What if it was the same guy?

There was a pipe on the floor, and she snatched it up at once.

When the man came into the room, she was already holding like a baseball bat. “Don’t get any closer!” she warned.

There was a chuckle. “Don’t worry, Miss Rockbell. I have no intention of hurting you.”

“Oh yeah?” She glared, hoping she looked a lot braver than she felt. “Who are you, anyway?”

The man fully stepped into the light and Winry thought he looked quite…normal looking. With brown hair and dark eyes, the only remarkable thing about him was that smirk on his face…and what appeared to be transmutation circles tattooed on the back of his hands. “Just call me…Smith.”

“Right.” She was almost certain that it wasn’t a real name, but she wasn’t in any position to argue the fact.

“So, how was your journey, Miss Rockbell? If you hadn’t struggled, it would have been a lot smoother, you know…”

“What journey?” She demanded. “Where am I? I’m not in Amestris anymore, so you’d better start talking right now!”

Smith seemed to find her annoyance amusing. “I wonder, Miss Rockbell. Didn’t you ever want to go where Edward Elric disappeared to?”

She sucked in a breath, eyes wide. “I’m…” But that sentence rang around in her head. “Go where Edward Elric disappeared to…” And even though she was scared, a small flutter of something burst in her heart. “But wait that’s…you can’t get there! You can’t get there without alchemy and that world has—

Smith grinned. “You can get there if you know the right kind of alchemy, Miss Rockbell. I’ve been back and forth a few times now, and I assure you, despite the beating you get, it’s much safer than other ways those Elrics have tried.”

Calm down, Winry! “Okay, so…I’m on the other side of the gate.” She didn’t ever let loose of her grip on the pipe. “You say you brought me to see Ed. Why?” She highly doubted he did it out of any sort of goodwill.

“Because, I believe you wanted to see him, didn’t you? I’d bet anything he’s wanted to see you as well…so I’m allowing that chance.” His grin widened. “On one condition. You must not tell him of your journey here. You will not tell him your real name. You are to pretend that you’ve never met him before.”

“He’ll recognize me!” Well, he’d better. “I can’t help it if he recognizes me—”

“There’s something you should know about this world, Miss Rockbell.” Smith cut her off. “For some reason, many people on this side are duplicates from people on the other side of the gate…over here, a man who looks like Furher King Bradley is running a movie studio in America. One who looks like the former Colonel Mustang is a lowly policeman here in London. I’m sure there are many others who look like those from across the gate, but I’ve never found a copy of you.”

Now, Winry was beginning to understand. “So, you want me to—”

“Pretend you are but a copy of yourself on this side of the gate, yes.”

“And why do you want me to do that?” she glared. “You can’t make me. I could tell Ed who I really was if I wanted to. He’d believe me once I started telling him that story about the one time we were swimming as kids and a fish grabbed on to his—”

“You will do it.” Smith now dropped his grin. “Or I will kill him.”

There was only a beat before Winry said, “You will, will you? Ed isn’t as weak as you think—”

“You’re forgetting, he can’t do alchemy on this side of the gate.”

“Well, neither can you!”

Now, Smith smirked. “Can’t I, Miss Rockbell?”

There was a flash of red light. Something surged toward her. The pipe in her hand grew hot and she dropped it as it was blown away from her…and now it resembled nothing more than a metal cube.

She could hear her heart racing in her chest once more. “Now, you see you have no choice,” Smith explained. “Do not worry; if you do your job right, no harm will come to him.” His smirk did not reassure her.

Somehow, Smith could do alchemy. Ed couldn’t do alchemy. Smith had her here and until she agreed he wouldn’t let her out. She could figure out what she’d do—what she’d say to Ed later—if, that is…she really was about to see him again…

Did she really want to agree and trust him? Even if she had to pretend she was someone else…

She’d see Ed again. Finally, after three years…she’d see him.

She swallowed. “Why do you want me to pretend I’m someone else?”

“Because, Miss Rockbell,” Smith grinned. “I want to see the FullMetal Alchemist in despair.”

“Danke,” Ed said, grabbing the mug of beer slid over to him. He sipped in silence, every once in a while taking a moment to think about how to get Al to take his schoolwork seriously, when his thoughts were interrupted.

“What have you got in your hair?” And he felt tender strands being ripped out of his skull.

“Hey, watch it!” He sputtered, as the large barmaid stared at what she had pulled out.

“What’s this, sauerkraut?”

Hmph. Madame Christel. Always too nosy for her own good. And for some reason, she really liked butting into his and Al’s lives.

Al put down his cider and said, “Some kids threw sauerkraut on him today.”

Madame Christel sighed. “Some people still can’t forget the war. But it’s not like we were the one’s bombing the city. Still, not a month goes by when I don’t get a threat to close up shop.”

“People keep asking you to close the bar?” Alphonse stared. “You can’t do that! How many other bars do you think Germans can go without getting spit on all the time?”

“Oh, I’m not going to close it, you silly boy,” She smiled in a way that made her mole seem to recede into her wrinkles. “Besides, where would my girls go?”

“I’m sure they can find other places their work is appreciated, Fräulien Christel.” Ed had to duck to avoid being swatted.

“That’s Madame to you, boy, and don’t you forget it.” Madame rested her head on her hand, eyes glazing over in memory. “Still, you kids just came over recently. You don’t know what it was like during the war. I didn’t have the bar then, but it was a tough time for me and my girls. Men being a little less than friendly to us, having to scavenge sometimes for food…and then whenever the bombers came, seeing the people who had lost their homes treating us like we were no better than dirt…Things have gotten better, but I don’t know if it’ll ever go away. It’s been almost nine years since the war, but people still remember. It’s not that we had anything to do with it, but it’s how people cope. Don’t take it to heart.”

“Hmph.” Ed turned back to his beer. “As long as they have someone to blame for their problems, they don’t care…Just like the Jews and Roma back in Germany…”

“I heard.” Madame sighed. “Sometimes when it gets rough here, I think about going back, but then I hear about all the violence and the riots and poverty, and I know it’s not the same Germany I grew up in…probably not the same one you boys grew up in, either.”

Ed and Al exchanged glances. “No, its not.”

As Ed continued to sip his beer in silence, Madame gave him a funny look. “What?”

“You still seem down, boy. You could use some cheering up. Want to borrow one of my girls for tonight? I’ll cut you a good deal—”

Ed turned bright red and sputtered. “N-No, I’m fine, thanks.”

Al laughed, as Ed looked away and grumbled. There was only one girl he really thought about these days…

Back when he had a mission to get back home, he tried not to think about her much. Al was his motivation—he had to get back so he wouldn’t leave Al alone anymore.

When Al come back, that motivation was gone—now they focused on getting back home, and to all they’d left behind.

Like her.

And he had never noticed how much he had missed her until now.

He’d had dreams—well yes, he’d had those type of dreams (thankfully the flat he and Alphonse shared had two separate rooms, as sharing a room would be plenty awkward whenever those dreams popped up)—but there were other dreams he’d had. Sort of like he was seeing into another life.

Man, if Noah thought his dreams back in Germany were weird, if only she could see them now…

In those dreams, he wasn’t separated from her, or anyone—he was still back in Amestris. He saw himself, arm restored, relaxing at home in Resembool with Al, happy. But Al wasn’t always in the dreams…sometimes he saw himself. With her. Laughing, and smiling, holding hands, kissing…together. He saw children. A little boy he played with as she looked on, caressing her growing belly. They had a family.

Every morning after one of those dreams, he’d hate waking up. It was like being tortured, forced to see how he could have lived had he not crossed into the other side of the gate.

It was only after seeing what could have been that he realized how he really felt about her. He had probably felt this way all along, and had been too busy to notice.

He took another long sip of his drink. But it was pointless to think about it. He was a whole world away from her. Unless he and Al found a miracle, he’d never see her again. He had better suck it up and get over it if he ever wanted to find happiness with any woman—

But abandoning this felt like letting go all hope of ever finding their way home.

And even though he had resigned himself, even though he thought it impossible, somewhere deep down, he didn’t want to.

Winry didn’t like it. Smith had let her go easy enough, but she had a feeling he was still watching her. Still, it wasn’t like there was any point in watch her…she had no idea where she was.

She walked along the streets as the sky became darker and darker and night began to fall, clothes ripped and torn, battered and bruised, and hardly anyone batted an eyelash. She wanted to ask someone for help, but she made the mistake of asking a woman who looked nice enough, but it was obvious that the language barrier wouldn’t help her here. The woman yelled something and brushed her off.

Alone, hurt, and unable to talk to anyone. Was this how Ed felt when he first entered this side of the gate?

But Smith wanted her to find Ed. Even if she had to pretend she didn’t know him, he wouldn’t make it impossible for her to find him, would he?

…Even if she could find Ed in the first place, and this wasn’t all a sick joke.

No, she couldn’t give up! Even though this Smith wanted her to pretend…he promised her she could see Ed and Al again. She had to keep going, even if her legs ached from walking and she was staring to shiver as the temperature dropped.

…Had to keep going…

“…Eh, if you want to find good German girls, go over to Madame Christel’s place—nice place, really welcoming…”

Winry stopped in her tracks. She didn’t know where she heard it, but she understood someone! She looked around, and saw two men heading up a street. Making a decision, she discreetly followed them.

If she understood what they were saying, maybe there would be more that she could understand and maybe she could ask one of them where to find Ed…

The two men walked into a bar on the bottom floor of a three-story building. Winry wasn’t sure about following them—a bar might not be the best place to go in this situation—but then she understood other snippets of conversation from inside and knew if she wanted to talk to someone, this was her best bet that someone would understand her.

Rubbing herself across the arms as she felt another gust of cold wind, she made up her mind. She took a step towards the door—

And she was pushed back, as someone exiting the bar bumped into her.

She fell back onto the cold street, as whoever she bumped into quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Fräulien, I didn’t see you—” He offered out a gloved hand.

She took it—and felt a cold metal hand beneath the glove.

She looked up and her heart thumped in her chest—as she stared into two golden eyes she remembered.

And his lips parted, as he saw the girl from his dreams had appeared in reality.
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Yuuki Hikari: Toddlers in the Snowyuukihikari on August 12th, 2010 04:49 am (UTC)
“On one condition. You must not tell him of your journey here. You will not tell him your real name. You are to pretend that you’ve never met him before.”

Oh, what an intriguing plot line. I'm really interested in seeing how this develops, how Winry plays out her role, and how Ed reacts to it. I enjoyed the first chapter, and look forwards to more!
Kit: Edwininulovinkit on August 12th, 2010 04:59 am (UTC)
I have seen Ed/Winrylookalike fics before, but I wanted to explore what if Winry had to pretend she was a lookalike--angst ahoy! Which is just what Smith wants...

Thanks for reading!
Barking at the windevil_little_dog on August 12th, 2010 03:19 pm (UTC)
While I have seen some "Winry gets through the Gate" stories, I've never seen one with quite this premise. I'm very interested to see where you take it!
Kitinulovinkit on August 12th, 2010 05:24 pm (UTC)
Huh. I guess next time I will have to search harder for a fic premise, then.

Thanks for reading!
Barking at the windevil_little_dog on August 12th, 2010 05:51 pm (UTC)
*grins* I search for Winry fic, so I see a variety of stuff.

I did like Ed getting hit in the face with saur kraut. Poor, now smelly, Ed.
Kit: Alinulovinkit on August 12th, 2010 07:24 pm (UTC)
The discrimination against German immigrants will kind of be a recurring theme in the fic, so alas, poor Ed. Though at least he's only in Britian. In America the riots against German immigrants were worse. :(

Though after CoS, anywhere those boys go they'd have to deal with it. Why did Bones love to mess with them so?
(Anonymous) on August 12th, 2010 03:24 pm (UTC)
not entirely surprising but interesting nonetheless...
i've read several winry-goes-through-the-gate fics and i even remembered one that she also had to pretend she's a copy of herself in our world. but this is the first time i read a story about her pretending to be a copy under a threat from her captor...

i'm quite interested with this...keep it up! XD
Kitinulovinkit on August 12th, 2010 05:24 pm (UTC)
Re: not entirely surprising but interesting nonetheless...
Wow, I really didn't realize how hot a topic this is after all. -_-

But thanks for reading!
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Kit: Edo-kuninulovinkit on August 12th, 2010 05:26 pm (UTC)
Well, you'll see Mustang eventually, and there will be a few more Brotherhood references for fun.

Thanks for reading!
Lyan-chan: alphonse y gatitoslyan_chan on August 12th, 2010 10:58 pm (UTC)
Um, looks interesting. I wanna see how the story unfolds, and so far I'm enjoying it a lot, your style of narration is nice (:
(Sorry for my bad english, i'm spanish and Google Translator isn't very helpful).
Kit: Edo-kuninulovinkit on August 12th, 2010 11:45 pm (UTC)
I didn't even notice--your English is very good. ^^
Thanks for reading!
Icy: Winryfotophreakgurl on August 13th, 2010 04:40 am (UTC)
That was just WOW.
I personally stopped re-watching FMA-1/COS when I started picking up the manga, and I loved the manga so much I couldn't go back to the Fma-1/COS world. And the manga had canon EdXWin, which I felt that FMA-1 never established.

So my point being, that reading the chapter 1 of your fic was not only very enjoyable, it was also incredibly nostalgic because it brought me back to a world I haven't visited in so long. And I am very intrigued!

I can't wait to see what you have in store for everyone.

I notice you said you only watched some of Fma-1, so out of curiosity, did you get into the series by reading the manga first?

PS...Within Temptation is awesome! XD
That is all!
Kit: Edwininulovinkit on August 13th, 2010 05:23 am (UTC)
Yes, actually. I couldn't stay up til 1 in the morning to watch it on Adult Swim and we didn't have broadband and the time, so the only way of getting to see FMA was waiting for the new books to come out every other month at the bookstore. Soon after the first manga volume came out in 2005, I thought the cover looked interesting, so I picked it up, read it, and immediately became hooked.

I tried watching a bit of the anime later on, but I didn't like it because OMGSODIFFERENT but I watched a few episdoes and the movie. (I only enjoyed the movie because I get a kick out of the lolmagicnazis. )

Though I always felt like I wanted to go back and give Edwin in the first anime a happy ending and since there was also the yayhistoryfic~ calling, I couldn't ignore it any longer.

But there will be brotherhood references galore. In my opinion, there's a gate three-way between Earth, Anime 1 universe and Brotherhood universe. So alternate copies of Brotherhood-only characters might pop up from time to time in this story :3

Within Temptation is my favorite band. <3
alchemyotaku75haganeneko on October 29th, 2010 04:27 am (UTC)
I made some time to go back and find the earlier chapters of this fic--I must say, I'm intrigued! Everyone else has stated much of what I could say, that it's a different twist on the usual "Winry crosses through the gate" fics and I would love to see where you go with this!

I was writing an "Ed and Al find a way back through the gate" fic a while back but writer's block threw me a curve and I never continued it. I didn't want to post until most of the chapters were written because, let's face it, it takes me too long to finish anything! XD

Hmm...I should go back and cue up Within Temptation on my iPod again...
Kit: Edo-kuninulovinkit on October 29th, 2010 01:21 pm (UTC)
Within Temptation is godly music for writing. You should go back and try to finish!