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[greennotgold]

Fletcher should have known that it couldn't last. They'd actually been happy, relaxed, and enjoying themselves for once; of course it had come to an end. Everything had come crashing down around them. He should have predicted it. And Fletcher had spend the entire fight cowering, hiding, and clinging to his brother.

And now he was back on the ship again. He could have gone back to the science labs and picked up his plantsuit research again, or over to Hydroponics to do some work there, but right now he just felt lost. Again. As usual. He was ten years old; what could he do when a crisis like that came up?

Instead of doing something productive, Fletcher had run off to the Sensoriums. Right now, he was lying on his back in the garden at Belshio's house. Resting on his chest was a copy of the hologram picture Edward had taken back on shore leave: Fletcher and Russel standing in front of the line of statues that the two older brothers had transmuted. He wasn't looking at that right now, though; he was staring up at the bright blue simulated sky, watching the clouds float by.

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[fulltinyalchemy.livejournal.com]

Ed grinned and patted him on the head. "Don't worry. Everything starts small and grows. You'll make it out alright. And who knows? You'll probably surprise me when it comes down to it."

Ed grinned. "I'll meet you here around seven ship standard time. Sound good? I've got a few things to do, people to meet... and duck. Once Winry finds out I've been fighting and got my arm busted, she'll beat me till I'm black and blue."

He shivered. "I wonder if I can get a nifty transforming arm with a gun in it..."

[greennotgold]

Fletcher nodded, and folded his hands behind his back. "Um... good luck with Winry, and your arm," he said.

How would Russel feel about this, he wondered.

[fulltinyalchemy.livejournal.com]

"Same to you." And Ed headed out, knowing Russel would probably FLIP at the thought.