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If You Give A Winry A Robotics Book... [Closed]

Ed was beginning to think something was up. Winry had been FAR too quiet since the invasion and she KNEW his arm was broken -- the bruises he got from that were proof enough of that. But her usual workday was six days: three nights and three days non-stop. Even factoring in the availability of parts and labor, and the fact she was doing this for free now made him stop and wonder about all of this.

And put simply, she had been quiet for two weeks. And he had been without an arm for two weeks.

Pushing the door open to her workshop on the bus, he called out, "Hey Winry, I hate to bug you but did you get my arm fixed yet?"

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And Winry was...

...fast asleep.

She was sitting in a chair, slumped over on the desk, a shining, glittering automail arm laying before her. It looked, on the outside, just like any other arm that she'd created for him, except with a few...subtle differences.

Ed paused at the sight and smiled as he sat down next to her and patted her shoulder. "Winry? Hey Winry, wake up."

He looked over at the automail and whistled. "Wow, it looks good... I wonder if she's been working on this non-stop?" He sniffed the air and crinkled his nose. "Yeah... probably..."

"H-huh?" A mumbled reply and a few blinks of the eyes later, Winry was sitting up, looking around. She seemed to realize where she was and then realize Ed was there -- in that order.

"Oh, Ed! You...found it."

She'd wanted to show him the automail herself, but that was the price of sleeping on the job, it seemed.

"Yeah I did, and I found you sleeping too." said Ed with a lazy grin. "So this is your secret project I take it?"

He looked it over. Amidst the incredibly shiny appearance, he had a feeling there was something DIFFERENT about this whole set up. "Were you working on a new automail?"

Hiding her flushed cheeks, Winry picked it up. "Y-yes. It's-- there are so many different kinds of technology here, I had to try and do a few modifications."

She had turned in her chair so she wasn't facing the desk, holding the automail out in front of her.

"Yeah I can understand that," said Ed as he ran his hand across the top. "It's pretty shiny too. Must have been a lot of work if you got it to work though."

He took off his jacket and presented his sleeveless shoulder. "Go ahead and put it in."

She stood up, aligning the automail with his arm. And then paused. "You should probably sit down."

Ed blinked and then nodded, sitting down on the bed. "Go ahead. Not like I haven't done this a million times before."

He still braced himself because he REALLY hated it when this happens.

She counted to three inwardly and then pushed the automail into the docking socket.

"GAH!" Ed made a "guuuuuh" noise as the automail locked into place. "I'll never get used to that. I know it has to work with the nerves but man that's such a pain...!"

After looking over to make sure it had connected properly, Winry gave him a little smile. "Everything feel alright, you big baby?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," said Ed, flexing the fingers of the automail arm. "Funny, it seems smoother than before."

Rotating his shoulder, he blinked. "And so much lighter too! This isn't going to cause problems is it? My balance might be off for a while."

Flexing his arm, he blinked as a random thought entered his head. "... wait, what sort of things did you ADD here? there's a noticeable bulkiness to it."

Winry grinned a little, moving so she wouldn't be in the way of the arm. Then she reached over and grasped it, where the forearm would usually be, fingers moving along underneath it until--

"Ah, that's where I put it."

A tiny little...almost switch.

"Press that."

Ed felt around for it and blinked. "Press this? Okay."

There was a jolt, running down his arm as the arm began to break apart. For a second Ed believed that he had broke it and Winry was playing a cruel joke to wrench him, but the front of it split apart into four distinct pieces as parts flipped over and opened, his fingers slipping into a casing as the front began to hum.

kerr kreek kreeg jown went the arm as it fully locked into place, the extra mass unfolding into what he realized was a DAMN WEAPON.

"... this is incredible..." said Ed as his arm had shifted from a simple bulky automail to a damn energy weapon thrower. It was similar in nature to Paniya's leg weapon, but the overall design was meant for "point and shoot."

A wide grin split across Ed's face. "You really outdid yourself this time Winry! I can't believe you managed to learn all of this and applied it! You really are something."

She looked extremely proud. "Well, it took me longer than I'd have liked to get it all to work right, and I had to rebuild it once, but in the end it wasn't too hard."

Yes, seeing the fruits of her labor come to fruition really did feel good.

"I figured if you had some kind of built in weaponry, you wouldn't break it as often."

"Yeah, and with Nanashi teaching me the sword, I don't have to rely on transmuting my own automail into a weapon either." said Ed as he twitched his fingers and found that the relocated hand still worked. "Huh my fingers work still. Oh I see, there's a trigger here. Handy!"

He blinked. "So how do I put it back to arm mode?"

She reached over to where his hand was and poked toward another little switch right above the fingers. "Just move your fingers up and they'll touch it. Fast change back."

Ed flicked his fingers up and in a whirl of mechanics, it folded back into the familiar automail arm, and once more Ed was impressed. He would be hard pressed not to play with the transformation ability of his arm.

"Looks like I'm going to have to ask Lt. Hawkeye on how to shoot straight," said Ed. "This is the best automail ever Winry."

Well, she wasn't going to deny that.

"Just don't go around blowing things up. If I hear you're messing around with it too much..."

She let the threat hang there.

"MEEP. R-right. I promise, no blowing holes in stuff I shouldn't be shooting. I promise." He rubbed his head. "Maybe I can borrow one of those practice dummies and use it as target practice..."

"Is there a charge limit to this weapon Winry?" Please say it didn't, Ed hoped.

Satisfied that he'd been properly scared straight, she replied, "No, no change limit. But if you try and change it back and forth too many times without rest, I can't say what might happen."

It was a machine, after all, that needed proper maintenance.

"Right, no playing with the transforming thing too." said Ed. "I gotta hand it to you though, you picked up the whole advanced tech thing pretty easily. I hope you didn't give Engineering a hard time borrowing materials and parts."

The last was said with a laugh, knowing that a determined Winry was something out of nightmares.

She grinned. "I suppose I'll need to pay them back for all I took."

And just how much was that...?

"I still need to work on something for Hiccup too, though. I think he'd like an automail leg..."

"Maybe you could give him a rocket kick while you're at it?" teased Ed. "He'll have to be strong through the rehab but with the advanced medicine here, I'm sure he'd be out in a few months tops."

"I never asked exactly what had happened... I saw his crutches, but..."

She would have to make something nice for him.

"Me neither. But he deserves automail. If a guy like that is here, we'd better do the best for him." He grinned. "Besides, I'm going to teach Hiccup alchemy too. And that'll give him something to feel good about."

"Really though, this is the best present ever. Considering that the last one went out against our opponents."

He forced a smile, thinking of the ohm hordes as he impulsively gave Winry a quick hug.

"Ah--"

He had surprised her, so she hadn't reacted at all.

"You okay?" asked Ed, pulling back in surprise. "I know I'm not much of a hugger but still..."

She smiled and shook her head, putting up her hands. "No, I'm fine. Don't worry about it. I'm just tired."

"You should get some rest then," said Ed. "I'll ask questions about the arm later."

"But thanks for getting this fixed for me Winry. This really means a whole lot to me."

Her smile relaxed. "Yeah. It's my job as a mechanic, after all."

"Yeah. Rest up, and I'll swing by later when you wake up. I'll make dinner too, best I can." added Ed.

"You? Cooking?"

"Yeah, me cooking. What, I don't eat out all the time." A beat. "Mostly."

"Just promise it won't kill me."

"Oh c'mon I'm not that bad!"

"I'm only guessing off past experience."

Despite himself, Ed chuckled. "Good NIGHT Winry," he said firmly, turning off her light.

He had a weapon to test after all.

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