Same, But Different (A Fullmetal Alchemist fan-fic)

What You Don't Got Enough Life Left To Wipe These Feelings Out?

Eclair's POV

"I can't go in there" I told Ed, that night. The whole day, I refused to go back into Trevor's shop. He would kick me out. I didn't deserve to go back in. I didn't do my job. I skipped dinner, and didn't even ask for anything of it. I just stuck to myself. I caused to much trouble.
"It's raining, aren't you cold? You're arm-"
"It's fine. It's just rain. This is my punishment. I'd get kicked out if I went in. Trevor has been watching me. He won't even let me sit in the doorway."
"Then we'll have to sneak you in"
"How?" I asked, but was not really wanting to know

~~~5 minutes later~~~

Al joined us outside, as Ed discussed his plan. It seemed as if it would work. I just don't know how it would come morning.
The plan was, Ed would take me coat, and put it on, and run off with me, wearing his, and I'd circle around the house, and when Al follows, I'd jump into him (still creeping me out) and he'd walk back in, like nothing happened. Ed would come back, and say I ran somewhere, and he'd lost me, and say he only found my jacket. It would work, but I'd have to be dead silent.
"Ready?" Al asked, I nodded, as we switched coats, and ran off. Trevor watched, and just laughed. Al pretended to be behind.
"WAIT!!! I didn't know the race started yet!!!" He ran behind as we ducked behind a building.
"Few, part one, done" I say, as I remove Al's helmet, and reluctantly jumped in. There was a cat in here.
"Um, ya know there's a cat in here?" I say, lifting it up, as Ed takes it, and hands it to Al, as he puts his helmet back on.
"Yep."
I keep myself balanced, as Ed and Al walk back, and go inside. I don't make a sound, but want to take off Trevor's head.
"Where's-"
"She took my coat, and ran. Never came back. Jumped from house to house on the roofs, and caught me in a trap."
"Sounds like the brat. She's just a he-she who doesn't know her place in the world" Trevor said, and I wanted to go beat him to a pulp. I just stayed silent, because It was better to stay inside, than get sick from the rain.
"I don't think she's a brat." Winry says, "She's very moderate, compared to Ed's rant-"
"I DON'T RANT!!!!!!" Ed shouted.
"How is that thing not a brat?!" She tries to-"
"She hardly ever comes here, and if she didn't then your father could have been killed. You have that much to thank of her" Al says.
I just sofltly sigh, as I run my right hand along the blood seal that holds Al to his body. I remember everything about one of those. I was lucky I didn't have to make one to restore Trevor.
I looked at my metal hand, clenching it tight together. Metal. Being metal kina sucked, but I wouldn't be me without it. I guess I kinda liked being metal. But still wanted my arm and leg back, because that's what I wanted.
Finally after much chatter, everyone went off to bed, and Ed and Al closed the door to the room that they were staying in.
"Okay, can I come out now?" I ask.
"Yup." As Al takes off his helmet and I stand up, poking my head out of the hole, Winry opens the door and almost shrieks. Ed covers her mouth, closing the door behind her.
"Not a word. Otherwise we're all gone." I say, climbing out, as Winry Calms down, and Al puts the helmet back on.
"You were in there the whole time, weren't you?" Winry asks. I nod.