Title: Your Guardian Angel

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not have custody over Hiromu Arakawas intelligent works, nor the song Gravoty…this is just my Muse on caffeine, really. Please do not save or reproduce without my permission. Thank you.

Pairing: EdxWin

Chapter One- Cry

Winter was well on its way, she could feel it in the evening breeze as it blew past her sending

cold chills down her spine. Her thin jacket was not enough to protect her from the incoming cold, but

she held her place nonetheless, as she always did every night, rain or shine with eager eyes gazing out

into the distance as if waiting for some miracle…

And a miracle indeed it would be...if what she was watching for took up its form upon that thin,

dirt road…

A miracle indeed…

From the mountains surrounding her, a low, distant voice echoed its way into her ears.

Mournful and longing in its tone, a lone wolf sang its evening song to the heavens in prayer for a

companion. Beside her, her dog's ears perked at the sound of the tune and, surprising to her,

pointed his nose outward and emitted a responding cry as if trying to comfort the crying voice.

The mourn seemed to cease from the wolf-cry…

She felt the wolfs pain. She knew what it was like to be scared and alone, with no one to turn to

for comfort save for nature, but even nature has lost its touch. She needed, as that wolf did, one of her

own kind to talk to and play with…since the death of her grandmother, she's had none of the pleasures

of having someone there for her the second she needed them…all she's had was Den, but time has been

taking a toll on him aswell.

She reached down to pat his large head. He licked at her hand.

She smiled at him, her only companion and knelt to kiss the top of his muzzle. Den's eyes seemed to

light up.

She returned her gaze out into the distance. It was dark now….

Usually by this time, she lights the lamp she always kept out for whatever familiar travelers may pass

through and retreated inside for sleep, but something told her to wait a little longer.

She proceeded to lighting the lamp, but kept her longing eyes pointed to the distance…

Sure enough something caught her eye. A shimmer of gold making its way toward her…..very

slowly….

She recognized that gold.

Her eyes lit up with a joy she hadn't felt in weeks. Could it be? Had her miracle just occurred? Without

missing a beat, she ran downstairs, through the door, down the porch steps and flew like a bullet down

the dirt road.

The black and gold shadow looked up at the sound of her approach. It stopped in its tracks.

"Edward!" She called to the familiar figure, beckoning him to come to her, but he did not approach. He

stood his ground. The closer she got, the more visible he became…allowing her to make out his form.

His long, golden hair, loose over his shoulders and messy…strange. He never wore his hair down

unless he was sleeping. His clothes were torn and a thick bandage was wrapped around his torso,

stained with blood. In his hands he held a spear which he used to help himself walk, she could tell by the

way he supported his weight on it. The spear looked unused, but if he hadn't gotten into some form of

fight, why did he have it? To walk obviously….

The sight was stunning. She skidded to a stop with wide eyes. She was no more than five feet

from his exhausted form. The look in his eyes…defeated…something she'd never seen in him before…

Were those tears streaming down his face?

Out of impulse, she walked quickly towards him, closing the remaining space between them. "Edward?

Ed what happened!" She touched his arm. The second they made contact, he dropped his spear and fell

against her. She caught him, dropping to her knees with his weight, holding him from falling any further.

His arms wound weakly around her, his body wracked with painful sobs.

She felt a pang of fear, what could have happened? Where is his brother?

She comfortingly stroked his messy golden hair, "Ed, calm down…Tell me what happened, please. Where Al?"

Edward choked at the sound of his brother's name and out of some flicker of strength, gripped at her

clothes so tightly, he ripped right through the fragile night-dress. She gasped at the sudden contact

between his freezing metal hand and her skin.

Now she was REALLY worried.

"Ed, please." She almost begged, "Calm down, tell me. What happened?"

"Winry…" He sobbed into her neck, "I…I couldn't-" He choked again and let his flesh hand drop weakly

from her back, but kept his metal hand on her side. He rested his head against her arm, so that he could

look into her eyes while he spoke his heartbreaking news. Winry wiped at his tears, "What is it, Ed? You

couldn't what?"

"I couldn't save him…I couldn't bring him back…"

Winry's heart skipped a beat. She didn't need an explination…she already knew…

Al was gone…