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Edward yawned as he set his empty water glass on the kitchen counter and glanced at the clock: 2:36 AM. He winced.

Why did he even bother staying up so late with his dusty alchemy books anymore? No matter how much he studied or how he longed to feel the exhilarating surge of energy flowing through his fingers again, it wouldn't return that part of him.

Not that he really cared. The sacrifice had been small compared to the overwhelming, almost painful joy of getting his brother back, and he'd gladly give it up for Al again...and more, if he had to. A hundred times over.

The 26-year-old reached up and pulled out his pony-tail, letting long, blond hair fall loose around his shoulders and flop in his bleary eyes. He stifled another yawn, his metal leg creaking in protest as he dragged his feet down the hallway; the anticipation of soft pillows and warm arms calling him to sleep.

A sharp cry met his ears just when he reached the bedroom door, and all thoughts of sleep fled his mind as he saw her twist in the blankets, tears escaping from her tightly closed eyes and her lips murmuring wordless pleas, calling his name...

"Winry?" He was instantly at her side, alarm welling up in him as he tried to wake her. "Winry, I'm here! It's just a dream!"

She gasped and bolted upright, shaking and choking back sobs. Her terrified, sky-blue eyes met his golden-sun ones, and she lifted a trembling hand to his face, as if to reassure herself he was real.

Without saying a word, he pulled her into a hug and let her bury her face in his shirt, though every tear that fell on him was like a bullet to his heart. She clung to him desperately, breathing over and over, "You're alive. Oh god, you're alive..."

Minutes passed, and at last he pulled away to cup her face in his hands and wipe the tears away.

"That must have been some nightmare."

Winry swallowed, saying nothing. Edward cautiously climbed into bed and lay next to her, a gentle right hand caressing her shoulder as he kept his gaze on her.

"Ed?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"If you had to choose...between Al and me...who would you pick?"

The words struck him like a thunderbolt. He blinked, too shocked by her question to form coherent words at first. "Wha...w-who would I pick? What kind of question is that?"

"Please," she begged. "Just tell me."

Edward frowned and propped himself up on his left elbow, lifting her chin to look straight at her.

"That would be impossible," he said firmly. "I can't choose between two halves of myself."

She squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing back new tears. Worried and slightly perplexed, he tilted his head to search her face for an answer.

"What's this all about, Winry?"

"Nothing."

"C'mon, talk to me. Let me make it better." His lips curved into a crooked half-smile. "It's only fair. God knows you've done the same for me a million times before. Can't let you have all the fun with chasing off the inner demons and whatnot," he added in a lame attempt to get her to smile. A tingle of triumph rose in him when she did - though the expression only lasted a second.

"I dreamed..." She inhaled a deep breath, fighting to keep her voice steady before continuing in low, faltering words. "I dreamed Al was dead. S-something happened to him and he died, and...you were so heartbroken about it, and you got so desperate for him that you...k-killed yourself. I tried to talk you out of it and make you drop the knife, I tried to save you, but you were too broken and I couldn't...I couldn't fix you. There was so much blood. I felt you go limp in my arms, a-and I..."

The tears she'd tried so hard to hold back overflowed anew and rolled down her cheeks. Edward leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, murmuring unintelligible words of comfort as he held her close.

"The worst part is," she sobbed, "you died with this horrible smile on your face...like leaving me to die with him was the greatest decision you ever made...and I was all alone..."

"Shhh, don't say anything more." He cradled her head against his chest, stroking the long, soft, golden strands of her hair, lost in thought.

Dying, just to stay with his brother. Would he do it?

Perhaps - in younger, harder, more selfish years - he might. Or at least, he'd be tempted to. He couldn't deny that.

But he also couldn't deny that dead or alive, Al would never forgive him if he gave up on living...or that Winry would fight with all her strength to pull him back from that edge. Like she always had.

His lips pursed as he scrambled to figure out how to translate his feelings into words. He'd never been the best at that, especially with her...but now, more than ever, she needed to hear exactly what she meant to him. An old, familiar fire sparked in him as the words finally came.

"Now you listen to me," he ordered. "And you listen good: Al is my brother, in blood and in soul, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for him. And you..." He pulled away slightly to look in her eyes. "You are my wife, and my closest friend, and the mother of my children; and I love you. You and Al are both precious to me, and I would be utterly lost if either of you left my life. What on earth makes you think Al means more to me than you?"

Edward paused as new doubts rose within him, and quiet pain softened his voice. "How long have you been afraid of that? Have I done anything to make you feel..."

"No, it's not you. It's me. Me and my stupid..." Winry trailed off, closing her eyes in frustration for a moment before shaking her head. Though her voice was strained, her fingers brushed reassuringly over his jawline.  "I've never doubted you love me. And I'm glad that you and Al are so close. Every time I see you two working together, side by side, it makes me happy. The way you lift each other...it's beautiful. It's just that when I think of what you went through together and how deeply you care for him...and what would happen if you two were ever torn apart...it scares me. It's always scared me."

She drew back her hand, clutching it to her chest again, and the last words were barely audible:

"I'm just so afraid that if something ever happened to him...I wouldn't be enough."

Not enough?

Anger welled up inside him – anger at himself for all the times he'd taken her for granted, anger that she would even think of selling herself so short, anger that he couldn't begin to voice the thousands of thoughts racing through his head: You gave me my life back. You held my hand through the surgery and fever and nightmares, taught me how to walk again, fixed me every time I broke, gave me a reason to come home alive, never gave up on me...and you think you're not enough?

Overcome, Edward bent in to capture her mouth in a hard, indignant kiss, pouring his heart and everything that went beyond words into one action. His arms tightened around her shoulders, pressing her to him, as if his mere embrace could disprove every one of her doubts and outshine every shadow and fear hidden within her. And when he felt the tension leave her body and her lips melt into his, he half-believed it would.

"Oh no, Winry," he murmured fiercely as she sighed in relief and curled into him. "No. You are more than enough. And I don't ever - ever - want to hear you say otherwise again."
I was messing around with a freewrite prompt on storywrite.com and my inner EdWin fangirl got loose somehow, and this is what came out of it.

Yes, yes, it's another sappy, cliche nightmare story. And probably not the last. xD And I've only just realized that this is the first time I've ever had a real lip-lock in one of my stories... O.O WHAT IS THIS PAIRING DOING TO ME??? *backs away from the cooties...*

*cough* Anyway...this was also inspired by something I've noticed in the FMA fandom. It seems that a lot of fans - not ALL, but a lot - are divided into two groups: EdWin fangirls who think Ed and Winry should be together at all costs, and Elric bromance lovers who think the brothers are soulmates and should never ever be separated.

You guys...who says you can't have it both ways?

I happen to be a die-hard fangirl for both EdWin AND the brotherly love between Ed and Al. In fact, I think the brothers are almost LITERALLY soulmates because of the whole "spirits being mixed" thing in the manga. (You don't see any other characters sharing each other's Gates. That's pretty awesome on a number of levels...)

But does that lessen the depth of Ed's love and care for Winry (who is his WIFE now, I might add) or somehow make it not-as-powerful? Or do his feelings for Winry get in the way of his devotion and love for his brother? Could he ever truly love one more than the other? NO! And it bothers me SO MUCH when people say stuff like that!

Al and Winry BOTH complete him, and he loves them both equally in different ways. Neither love is more important or powerful than the other, and choosing between them would be as impossible for Ed as bringing the dead to life.

In short, you can have your EdWin/Elric bromance cake, and eat it too! =P
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Zarina3908 Featured By Owner May 7, 2013
Yes! Amazingful, perfecness right here people! This is so so so good, thankies for understanding my pain when people argue about EdWin vs Elric brotherly love. Not Elric incest, though, i think that's kinda nutty.
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CassieRocksLPS Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Dude i almost puked beacuse THIS IS SO AMAZING!! My stomach was like WAY TO MUCH AMAZING SH*T IN HERE!!STOOOOOP And im like OW H*LL NUUUU STOMACH I AM NOT STOPING!! ^O^
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Fairysong16 Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Ok. I adore this. I thought it was written beautifully, with proper grammar!! YAY!!! And it was so believable! One of my hugest pet peeves - oh, it pisses me off so bad - is when people get their personalities all wrong! Ed would never want to hurt her - and you illustrated that war between his pride, his intelligence, his love with such clarity and truth. Maybe I'm getting in way too deep here. But it was simple and fluent, and I loved it. And I agree strongly with you on your ed/win/bro cake. =) Good job!
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ellemen3 Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2012
i like your story and your explanaition. i agree with you. the great thing about the human heart (spiritual/emotional side) is it grows to encompass the love that one feels. i know this is just fictiona and these are just characters but the fact that the heart will adapt to new situatuions is real. i know i just ranted but it was inspred by your story. great job by the way
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Muteki-The-Awesome Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2011  Hobbyist Artist
Wow, this is so good!
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Chihuahuarocks Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2011
Creative!And your right! It's kind of unfair tho...they made Ed to OOC...He could never choose between Al or Winry!You're the only person who doesn't make him OOC... Very inspiring...:clap:
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FluffyFox79 Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
so touching
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panda-saxophonist Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2011
You've touched on a good point while writing a touching moment ( which seems like eating the cake and having it too...what a wonderful paradox).
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Dearheart42 Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2011  Student Writer
Haha, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this. Mmm, cake... :love:
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Jessimie Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2011  Professional Digital Artist
Yes, I'm certain now, I have read your FF.net stories XD
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