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18 January 2011 @ 05:23 pm
Fanfic: Waiting  
Title: Waiting
Author: inulovinkit
Series: Manga/Brotherhood
Word Count: 1000
Rating: PG
Characters: Ed/Winry
Summary: He's late. And Winry hates waiting...and all the thoughts that waiting brings.



She glanced at the clock on the mantle. Midnight.

Four hours after he said he’d be home.

Winry had already exhausted other excuses to make the time go by; first putting away dinner, then making tea, then taking a shower, then more tea…and still, the minutes still ticked by; minutes when he still wasn’t home.

She had read through all her automail magazines. She re-read Ed’s letters. She even picked up one of his alchemy books on a whim—but she didn’t understand a word of it.

Winry stood up from the chair, and stretched—with another glance at the clock. One minute had passed.

She was used to waiting when he went away.

But she hated waiting.

He said he’d be home at eight. But she figured that with delays, he might walk in sometime around nine.

Around ten she began to wonder.

Around eleven she began to worry.

If it hadn’t been so late, she would’ve already gone down to the station to figure out what was wrong.

What if the train had already come?

What if Ed had missed it?

What if—?

Winry straightened her robe and walked into the kitchen. Maybe it was time for more tea.

But she couldn’t help those thoughts as she set the kettle on the stove.

Trains were late, yes, but never this late. What if something had happened? An accident, or…?

If there was an accident, they would’ve let her know by now, wouldn’t they?

She glanced toward the hall, where their phone sat on a small table. She hadn’t heard any calls…but what if there was a call when she had been in the shower?

What if she had missed him calling to tell what was going on? What if…?

What if…?

Maybe it wasn’t an accident. Maybe it was something worse.

She bit the corner of her lip in a nervous gesture.

Not everyone was happy after the Promised Day. The ringleaders of the military conspiracy were still around…and if they had managed to find Ed…if knew what he had done to stop their plot…

What if…?

But…Ed was smarter than that, wasn’t he? He knew how to handle himself…he knew not to get into trouble now that he didn’t have his alchemy…

Without his alchemy, could he hold up if someone tried to hurt him?

If someone tried to kill him?

She jumped as she heard a whistling noise—but it was just teakettle on the stove.

She was alone.

Winry looked out the kitchen window to check if anyone was coming up the path; but there was nothing out there but darkness.

So where was he?

Tea was supposed to calm her down; help her get through this. But it took all of her strength not to keep from panicking.

She knew he often forgot to call.

She knew trains rarely came on time.

But if the train was delayed—if Ed had somehow missed it—wouldn’t he have called her? If something else was wrong, why hadn’t anyone called?

Unless something happened and no one knew who to call.

Unless something happened and there was no one to call.

She took a gulp of the tea, savoring its calm, chamomile taste.

No, she couldn’t think that. She’d have to be strong. Strong for him, and…

And the baby.

She should have told him before he left. But she only just found out and didn’t want him to worry. It was okay—they’d have plenty of time to talk about it once he got back.

She never thought that there might not be a chance to tell him—

He might not get a chance to—

Stomp.

Winry froze.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. “Damn it!”

And then Winry dropped her mug, she didn’t even see it as it spilled on the table.

The door was barely open as she saw him; tackled him. “Hey, Winry, wait a minute, I—”

And they both fell backwards onto the cold, wet, grass.

Then she started in on him. “What the Hell, Edward! Do you know how long I waited—?”

He her gave a guilty look. “Yeah, I know. Tree fell on the tracks. Took ages to get off. Sorry you had to wait.”

Slowly, her glare faded, and she sighed, letting it all out. He was here. He was home.

Home, and safe.

Winry leaned back against him; relishing in his warmth. “I hate waiting.”





Ed took another glance at the clock.

Midnight.

They said it would only take an hour—an hour just to make sure she’d be safe—

To make sure they’d both be safe.

Now it was two hours, with no word.

Just waiting, and wondering.

And he hated waiting.

He knew something was wrong when they pushed him out of the room without even a look at his son—when Pinako came out to tell him to stop yelling. When the doctor—stained in blood—explained that Wirny’s blood pressure was too high.

Just an hour, they said, to make sure nothing else was wrong.

But he heard nothing.

Just those vague “what ifs?” that occupied his mind.

What if it was worse than they thought?

What if they couldn’t fix it?

What if—?

He had lost his leg and little brother’s body trying to bring back his mother.

He didn’t think he’d be able to handle it if he lost anything else he loved.

There was the creak of a door. Ed was already out of the chair; stomach turned in knots.

It was Pinako. But her face revealed nothing.

For a few seconds, he couldn’t breathe, and… “You can see them now.”

It was only after he saw his wife and his son—happy, healthy, and in her arms—that he believed everything would be all right.

“Sorry to make you worry.” Winry said, reaching out and touching his face with her free hand.

“It’s okay.” He took that hand, and smiled down at their son. “I just hate waiting.”
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cornerofmadnesscornerofmadness on January 19th, 2011 04:14 am (UTC)
i still really like this