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Disclaimer:
I don't own Sabrina or Fullmetal Alchemist.

Thanks
to ZaKai who continues to work hard for my sake XD Love ya, Chicky!
I value all your lessons, and I'm sure you appreciate my growth as
you don't have to continue to write 'one space, comma,' all the time
XD

Also,
on another note, it was NOT
due to people's pressure and comments, wondering where Roy was and
what he's doing that this chapter is out when it's out. The movie
focuses on Sabrina, I focus on Edward, Roy and Linus are almost
secondary in that regard. I'll get to it, when I get to it, but
please enjoy in the mean time XD.

Last
note
(I swear) I've begun to re-focus my efforts to finishing off 'A
Little Light of Love' and as such, I'm 'neglecting' this story. I.E.
I can't divide my focus between multiple story lines. I won't be
giving up on this one, it'll just take longer...but begging and fan
art has been know to work in the past...O.o...okay, on to the story
then...

Chapter
8

“Mother?”
Winry called from the bottom of the stairs, craning her neck to look
up to the second floor. “Mother! Where is everyone?”
she mumbled to herself, before looking back up the stairs and calling
out loudly, “Roy!” She peered up the solid oak stair
case trying to see if anyone was near. Tapping her white, canvas
sneakered foot, she dropped her tennis bag on the floor, and crossed
her arms.

“Morning,
Winry.”

“Roy!”
Winry spun around, to find her always smug brother standing in the
hallway next to the kitchen. She frowned at him and was about to say
some witty comment, before she remembered what she wanted to ask him.
“Roy, are you coming back tonight? Will you be here for
supper?”

“I
wasn't planning on coming back tonight. Why?” wondered Roy, he
sipped at his mug of coffee, raising an eyebrow at her over the rim
of his mug. Placing the cup on the side table, he shook out his suit
jacket once in order to put it on.

“Well
you are now,” Winry ordered him. “Oh my God! I met
someone. He's amazing. I can't even begin to describe—it
was... There I was at some random party and next thing I know, old
man Thomas falls over and he
rushes out of the crowd and saves his life... When he comes over you
got to make me look good. You know, talk up my good points.”
Winry paused when she noticed Roy's doubtful look. “Make
something up.” Roy's eyebrows rose into his hair line. “Lie!”
she yelled, frowning.

“Winry...
Ah, fine, I'll tell him how you're such a kind and caring woman, you
even go down to the local soup kitchen to give out watered down broth
to the homeless.” Roy shook his head at the mental picture
that
caused. He reached into his sleeves of his jacket and pulled down
the cuffs of his shirt, chuckling to himself.

“Let's
keep it believable here,” glared Winry. She frowned at Roy's
smirk and spun around, taking the steps two at a time to the landing.
“Mother? Are you even up here?” she called, straining
to hear her response. “Hey...when did you two start working on
the weekends?” she wondered, looking down at Roy from the
landing.

“It's
Thursday.” Roy pressed his lips at his sister. He was not
impressed. Really, how the hell could she be so callous about how
hard he worked for this family? All she ever did was play around
while he worked hard to make sure she could continue doing just that.
It wouldn't hurt to get some kind of recognition for his hard work.

“Really?
Huh...” She frowned as if she were trying to figure out where
the time went.

Roy just rolled his eyes
at his sister's acting. He knew she hadn't a clue what day it was.
There wasn't a care in the world for her. Much to his continuing
frustration.

- - - -

“I
suppose Winry asked you to say in tonight?” Pinako said. She
scanned through the financial section of the paper as she spoke.

“Hm,”
grunted Roy. He was reviewing the financial history of a company he
was thinking about taking over, and was only half listening to what
his mother was saying.

“Do
you know who
she's invited?” Pinako asked after a few minutes of silence.
She glanced out the car window at the passing country side. This was
really too rich.

“Hm...”
Roy turned a page of the report. “Who?” Not that he
cared in the slightest who his younger sister's latest obsession was.
Although it was unusual that she was bringing him home for dinner.

“The
Hughes' boy.” Pinako's lip quirked as she waited for her son's
reaction. She watched closely as the information worked its way
through the fog of business mergers and take-overs to finally
register.

Roy
looked up from his report and over at his mother, trying to verify
the truth of what she was saying. She calmly met his gaze.
“Alphonse Hughes? As in, Maes Hughes's son? Of Hughes
Technologies? She's dating him?”

“Hm-hmm.”
Pinako smirked. It was exactly like her reaction.

Roy rubbed the side of
his nose, thinking. Shaking his head, he reached into his jacket and
pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a well known number and put the
phone to his ear. “Alex, get me Sig....Sig, I'd like you to
start buying stock in Hughes Technologies.” Roy looked over at
his mother's appraising look and he raised an eyebrow at her in a
silent question. She shook her head and snapped her paper upright.
“No, I don't want them to know about it. Right as much as you
can. Thank you.”

Roy snapped his phone
closed and replaced it in his jacket, and went back to reading his
report. After a while he could feel Pinako's eyes on him. “What,
mother?”

“Nothing
dear,” Pinako chuckled and continued reading her paper.

Hohenheim glanced in the
rear view mirror.

- - - -

“Alphonse,
a pleasure to finally meet you.” Pinako held out her hands to
take the young man's hand in her own. She had to admit that he was
quite a catch. Soft dirty blond hair, warm brown eyes, tall with
broad shoulders; a catch. If Winry knew what was good for her, she
wouldn't let this one get away.

“Mrs.
Mustang, my father speaks of you often.” Al smiled at her
warmly. He held onto her hand a moment longer then necessary and
smiled before releasing her hand.

“And
this is my brother, Roy.” Winry held out her hand towards Roy
as he approached the group from the other room.

“Alphonse.”
Roy shook the other man's hand. “I hear your family has just
bought into the China market. Very impressive.”

“Thanks,
and you can call me Al. Alphonse is way too formal,” Al
smirked good naturedly. “I've heard a lot about you. The bull
dog of the business world, from all accounts.”

Roy chuckled politely.
“Well someone has to be.”

“Al's
just been promoted. To the head of his floor. I said he could count
on a couple of million from us,” interrupted Winry, bringing
the conversation back to more pleasant things and away from business.
Once Roy got going he wouldn't stop talking shop. She grinned at
her family. This would get Roy's mind away from business for sure.

“Winry,”
Pinako breathed, exacerbated at her daughter's gall.

“Ha
ha ha, that's our Winry,” interrupted Roy. He threw an arm
around his sister's shoulders, giving her a little shake, rougher
then necessary. He wanted these two to work out if it was going to
work for his plans. So many people were after Hughes Technologies
right now. They needed a leg up over the competition. If a couple
of million got them in the door, Roy was willing to pay it. Pinako
threw him an incredulous look but kept her mouth shut.

- - - -

Closing his bedroom door
behind him, Roy covered his mouth as a jaw cracking yawn worked its
way out of him. He honestly couldn't believe some of the things he
had said in order to make Winry look good for her date. Roy rubbed
at his eyes and the tears from his yawn.

He pulled on his tie
until the knot came loose and threw it over the foot board of his
bed. Despite some of the crazy things he had said, Roy couldn't help
but notice the way his sister would stare at Al when she thought
there was no one looking. He had never seen her so incredibly taken
with someone before. It made him a little bit jealous...and lonely.

Roy stopped those
thoughts cold. He did not have time to dwell on such things.
Mustang Inc. was expanding at an exponential rate. The merger with
Virgin Mobile was going ahead nicely and expected to close next week,
sooner if he could engineer it, and now he was sniffing around Hughes
Technologies.

Thoughts of a personal
life were insignificant compared to the demands the company made of
him and his time. He had to be ruthless and having a liability such
as a relationship would jeopardize his focus. He is ruthless. He
once sued a hotel he was staying in because it didn't deliver on its
promise to wake him at the time he had requested.

The drive back into the
city had been very draining. Usually if he was staying that late at
the house he wouldn't have bothered to drive back to the city, but he
had an early meeting in the morning. His condo was on the top floor
of his building, over looking the city. He loved it here. Loved the
way the sun rose over the water in the harbour making it shimmer.
Loved that he had such a great view all to himself.... All to
himself...

Pulling off his suit
jacket, Roy strode into his walk-in closet and hung it on a wooden
cedar hanger. Flicking open the buttons of his dress shirt, Roy
frowned. Would he ever find someone that he would look at like that?
If he did find them—what if...what if he had already found
them and because he was so busy he had missed out. That was a
disturbing thought. With a shake of his head, Roy finished pulling
off his shirt and threw it into the hamper. He would just rather not
know if his soul mate was with someone else.

- - - -

Edward sat in his padded
arm chair, which he had pulled to the window, and stared out at the
city vista. Russell had gone home a few hours ago, leaving him
feeling alone and depressed. Although, he had to admit that he
wasn't depressed that Russell was no longer here...it seemed to be
from something else.

Looking across the room,
Edward studied his cork board. Winry's picture was almost all
covered up now with the various things he had collected from his
adventures, just her eyes and a bit of her face was all he could see.
The more he covered her up, the less she seemed to hurt him.
Russell always looked at it. Edward wondered what was going through
his head as he stared at her face. He really missed her...didn't he?

He looked back out the
window. There was a time, when he was younger, that both of the
Mustang siblings and him had shared a lot of the same private
lessons. Ballroom dancing, riding, singing, tennis... Edward had
been included, but mostly as a practice dummy. 'This is what not to
do, children' the various instructors would say to Roy and Winry
pointing at him. Before he had begun to be included with them, he
had been a happy, confident child. He could remember how he would
mouth off at the other servants and even Mrs. Mustang on occasion.

It all started with
those lessons.

His sense of worth was
broken down and smashed to the ground, until he was a shy and timid
boy. To the mind of a six-year-old right and wrong is sometimes hard
to figure out. Looking back now, Edward saw that the Mustang's
various private instructors had set out to make him feel low and
worthless, that he should be happy to be in their presence.

He was happy to be in
Winry's presence, but little else.

It was there that Edward
finally learned that he was the son of the 'help' and not on an even
playing field as his father's employer and her children. It was
there, within those lessons that Edward found out, though no one told
this to him, that he was below insignificant. It was there that
Edward began to watch rather then participate. It was there that
Edward had changed.

He was proud, now, of
his growth and accomplishment he had made while here in Paris. A
gold medal...hard to say you're worthless when you have that. Coming
to Paris...it was really helping him understand what his father
always said to him, that there is more to life then watching the
Mustangs.

Russell was great, never
pushing him further then he felt comfortable with...but did he love
him? No...Edward didn't think so. He was really fond of Russell,
but he didn't feel the butterflies he associated with love and Winry.
Russell was comfortable and safe, he lifted Edward up, making him
feel his worth again, and even though it hadn't happened very often,
when they touched each other, he had enjoyed it. Edward wondered how
long Russell would wait for him to be ready for sex.

Fletcher had joked that
he must be an abnormal teenager to not have had sex yet, but he just
didn't want it to be cheep. He wanted it to be...Winry.

Edward sighed. Perhaps
he wasn't quite over Winry yet.

- - - -

Winry paced up and down
the corridor in front of the nurses station. Her silk dress slid
against her skin but she paid it no mind. Her coat was covering most
of her dress from view, of which she was glad. Never in a day had
she felt self conscious about her wealth, but here in full view of
the parents and sick children she was humbled. Her stiletto heals
clicked across the linoleum floor sounding loud in the hush of the
ward, as she passed the desk again.

She was late,
unreasonable late for a party, but somehow that seemed irrelevant
while she was within these walls. Winry was not used to feeling this
way towards anyone but herself. She never had too. So why now?

Winry looked up the hall
and through an open room door. She could just see Al moving about
and talking with a patient. He looked so fine in his standard issue,
polyester-blend lab coat he was wearing. His broad shoulders were to
die for. Winry wanted to rush over and run her hands along those
lovely shoulder blades and taste his skin, something she had yet to
do.

For the first time in
her life, she hadn't rushed into bed, and she was glad. Al seemed to
feel the same way. Of course he was from a rich family like her own,
and had most likely lived how she had. Flitting from tryst to tryst,
never getting to know their partners in the quest for greener
pastures. She only assumed this, but she felt that she wasn't far
from the mark.

Al finally looked up and
over at her, winking at her before he turned back to his patient.
That simple acknowledgment of her presence sent tingles all the way
down to her pink painted toes. How on Earth did he do that to her?
She was beyond such baby feelings of excitement. Wasn't she?

A serene smile graced
her face.

Al made her weak in all
the right places. Finally he was finished with his patient and he
waved at them as they left. Winry smiled wider as he walked towards
her. Her eyes roved over his body as the fabric bunched when he put
the stethoscope around his neck.

“Hey,
sorry to make you wait. I'm sorry, I ruined our evening,” Al
pouted down at Winry's upturned face. “You look...fantastic.”

“So
do you,” murmured Winry. She stepped into his welcoming arms
and laid her head on his chest. She loved his smell, and she inhaled
it greedily. His chest rumbled with laughter under her ear, and she
smiled to herself.

“So...my
shift ends soon,” Al murmured. He ran his hands along the back
of the dark woolen coat Winry was wearing.

Winry burrowed deeper
into the embrace. “You must be tired. Shall I run you a bath,
and while you soak away the day, I can—”

“Will
you be joining me?” Al pushed the woman in his arms away so he
could see her reaction.

Smiling
up into his hopeful face, Winry felt the unfamiliar fluttering within
her stomach, making her weak kneed. “I'd love
that.”

- - - -

Winry walked into the
dimly, candle lit bathroom with her hands lightly cradling two
glasses of white wine and stopped as soon as she saw the tub. Al had
sunk low in the water, resting his head on the back of the tub. His
eyes were closed and one wet arm was flung over the edge, dangling in
space. Drops of water ran down his forearm, traveling down his
muscled hand to fall to the bath mat. Her eye's roved over the
exposed flesh hungrily, and she licked her lips.

Quietly crossing the
room on bare feet, she set the wine glasses down on the far side of
the tub, at Al's feet. Al hadn't moved or acknowledged her presence.
Looking down into the diminishing suds, she could just make out the
bent legs and muscled torso.

Folding Al's borrowed
robe under her, Winry sat on the edge of the tub, studying Al's face.
Reaching out with the tips of her fingers she brushed his long bangs
off to the side of his smooth face. A heavy sigh worked its way free
of his lip and he blinked his eye's open to look sleepily up at her.

“Sorry,”
Al mumbled. “I did it again.” Water sloshed around the
tub as he sat up.

“Silly,”
Winry teased, and caressed Al's cheek. “Why don't you dry off
and we can watch TV and fall asleep in each other's arms.”

Al smiled lazily, and
leaned into her hand. “I'd like that.”

“Then,
I'll meet you in your living room.” Winry stood and walked out
of the bathroom to give Al some privacy. Crossing the penthouse to
Al's bedroom, she pulled out a t-shirt and pair of boxers, donning
the large clothing. She was sure Al wouldn't mind, as she only had
her dress as an alternative. Throwing the robe over the back of the
chair near her, she walked back out to the living room and sat on the
couch. Al came out a few moments latter, yawning into his hand.

“Blanket?”
reminded Winry before he could sit.

“Right,”
Al turned away and walked into the bedroom. He returned with what
could only be the comforter from his bed. He shook out the blanket
and sat on the large soft couch. He watched as Winry stretched out,
wearing his clothes, and smiled. He drew the covers over them as he
lay down beside her and situated her in his arms. He didn't even
bother turning on the television, and within minutes he was fast
asleep.

Winry watched her view
of his neck and the pulse throb beneath the lightly tanned skin, just
listening to the sound of his breathing. “Al,” she
whispered, “how is it you do this to me?”

“Do
what?” Al whispered back after a few moments.

“Oh!”
gasped Winry. “I'm sorry to wake you.” She leaned back
into the couch so she could look into his face.

“God,”
Al studied Winry's face, and shook his head. “I should marry
you so you'd be with me always.”

“You
should,” breathed Winry in agreement. Her eyes softened as she
looked into his face. What a pleasant fiction that would make.

“I
will,” Al said with conviction, and a possessive look in his
eyes. “Marry me?” Al tightened his arms around Winry's
shoulders.

Winry's
eyes bulged. “Me?
Are you sure about that?” she asked. Al nodded at her
question. “Why?”
she asked totally flabbergasted. What could she possibly offer a
marriage but trouble.

- - - -

“Hohenheim,
look! A letter came from Edward!” Patricia waved the letter at
Hohenheim as he entered from the back door for his breakfast.

“Oh
good,” Hohenheim placed his hat on the island and crossed the
kitchen to stand near Patricia.

“I
hope he's doing well over there,” Mei Chang said from her
position at the sink.

Hohenheim nodded. He
ripped open the bulging envelope. Several pictures fell out of the
folded paper to flutter to the floor. Patricia bent down to retrieve
them as he began to read.

October 15, 2006

Dear da,

So as you know, I
went to Athens at the end of September for a tournament. Holy cow!
You should have seen all the people there. It was crazy, packed.
All those people watching everything I did. My nerves! Somehow I
got it together and I did really well! Guess what! I got GOLD! I
can't believe it...me doing well...amazing. Ling says my competition
for my weight class was really hard, but I didn't think so. I got a
really bad hit to my leg in my third round, but I didn't let it stop
me. I had a wicked bruise for about a week and a half. It was
really cool.

“Look
at these,” Patricia held up the pictures for his inspection.
There was Edward and two other boys holding up their medals to the
camera, looking very happy.

“That
must be Russell,” Hohenheim said as he pointed to a tall youth
in the next picture. He was bent over Edward and seemed to be
grabbing for the medal in Edward's other hand, while Edward tried to
keep it out of his grasp.

“Handsome
lad,” Patricia said, she flipped to the next photo. “What
a view,” she breathed. The next photo showed a shot from what
looked to be a deck, looking down a lush and green valley. “Wonder
where this is?” she flipped the photo over looking for any
comments that might have been put on the back.

Hohenheim shrugged his
shoulder and continued to read his son's letter.

After the competition
was over, we drove to the outskirts of Athens. Russell kindly
invited us to stay at his family's 'cabin'. Da...it was NOT a cabin!
I mean, they had skylights in the bedrooms, a full bathroom with a
jacuzzi tub and marble shower. Cedar walk-in closets! Even the
Mustang's would have been at home here. I took a picture of the view
so you could see the craziness of it all.

“Looks
like that's the view from Russell's cabin,” Hohenheim said
without looking up from his letter.

“Ooh.”
Patricia pulled the picture back out and studied it.

We spent the night
drinking to our successes (Leo and Rick—teammates—also
got gold). Ling told us a strange story about how, this one time he
was doing a demo at a school and he stabbed himself in front of the
whole student body (by accident of course). I couldn't believe it.
He's so lazy; I wonder how he got to be a martial artist?

By the time I finally
went to bed I was able to look up through the skylight and see the
Milky Way. I think I wanna have skylights in my house someday. What
a way to fall asleep!

I
think that it's not going to be so
bad to spend Christmas here, rather then go home to see you. If I
did, I'd blow my budget for L.A. It's going to be really hard
though. This will be our first Christmas apart since...well ever.
Make sure you spend it with Patricia, ha ha!

Anyway...I got to go.
I've included the paper clippings of the tournament, and the poster
etc. Hope you like it.

Love,

Edward

“Hm,”
Hohenheim handed the letter to Patricia.

“Does
he say anything about Winry's wedding?” asked Patricia. When
he didn't answer she looked over at him and frowned.
“Hohenheim...you did
tell him?”

“I
couldn't,” mumbled Hohenheim as he took a seat at the table,
looking very glum about the whole situation.

“Oh
dear,” Patricia breathed. She took the chair next to him and
sat and stared at the letter she had yet to read. “What are
you going to do? You can't hide it forever.”

“I
know. I just don't want to crush him,” said Hohenheim sadly.
He could almost see how much that news would shatter Edward's fragile
world.

“Mr.
Elric, you can't stop the tears,” Fu said as he brought his
coffee over from the counter to the table. “When I come here I
was alone.”

Hohenheim tried not to
blink or roll his eyes as Fu began another one of his stories.

“I
was sad that my family was in China while was I here in America. Do
you think I wasted my tears on my loneliness? No! I got up and went
out to earn money to send home.”

Hohenheim frowned
slightly at Fu's backwards story. Didn't he just say you can't stop
the tears?

“And
then I found out that my lovely woman had married someone else, I was
crushed. Like Edward will be, but I am strong. Edward will be
strong too. I know this.” Fu nodded at Hohenheim and pressed
his lips. “I know.”

Hohenheim allowed
himself to blink. Now it made sense...sort of. Fu certainly had a
way with story telling. “Thank you, Fu,” he said,
finally remembering that the gardener was waiting for him to answer.
Patricia reached out and took his hand, offering her silent support.

“You
must tell him soon, dear,” Patricia said softly.

“I
know,” Hohenheim sighed. It would be the hardest letter he
would ever write.

-- To be continued --
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