Wonderful, another crack fanfic! Taken from the prompt "AU in which person A was being chased by the cops, got in person B's car and just yelled 'Drive!'" I thought it sounded fun 8)

Today was not a good day.

Staying at home had been hell. Going out with friends had been tiring. Everything else was too much effort. On top of all that, she had a killer headache.

Winry leaned on the steering wheel with a big huff. Her eyes slid shut as her forehead pressed against the firm material. She was parked outside the local store, where she had ended up in her attempt to drive away from her life for a little bit. Winry was a people person, sure, but even the most bubbly, extroverted people could only take so much. She kept her eyes closed, content to just fall asleep there if need be, but as always life had different plans.

Crash!

Winry jolted up instinctively, sending tight cramps up her neck and a rush of pain to the front of her head. She winced as she looked out the window for the source of the noise. A fast-moving, black blur was leaping out of a shattered window. Alarms sounded off around her, certainly not helping her headache. She watched in dazed wonder before she belatedly realized that this was a robbery!

Winry froze. It was so unexpected; she had no clue that the store she was resting near was being robbed! And the blur…it was moving straight towards her!

Winry yelped and started up the car. The stupid machine groaned and rumbled sleepily, taking its sweet time to start up. The robber suddenly yanked her car door open—shit why didn't I lock those—and leaped in as if he owned it.

"Drive!" he commanded, his voice so rough and orotund that she obeyed.

Her foot hit the gas and finally the car decided to roar forward. It wasn't until she was out of the parking lot that she realized what she was doing. Somehow, the robber seemed to notice, for he barked "Keep going!"

"What the hell are you doing?!" she yelped, tearing off into the highway. "What the hell am I doing?!"

"I don't know, just keep going, alright?"

"I'm gonna get in trouble for this!"

"If we get caught, just tell the cops I held you at gunpoint or whatever, I don't care, just get me away."

Winry had made up her mind to pull over right then and there, but there was no place on the thin road that she could without risking an accident.

"What the hell were you doing?!" she asked, furious and her head pounding more than ever.

"Robbing a store," he mumbled absently, checking to see if the police were after them.

"Well, I could see that," she spluttered. "Why were you robbing the store though?"

The man scowled. "Just keep driving."

Winry put her foot over the brakes threateningly.

"Who are you?" she asked, trying to sound as commanding as he, simultaneously searching if he had a gun.

"Just some robber, like you think I am. Please go faster."

She ignored the desperation creeping into his voice. "You just leaped into my car and told me to drive—"

"And you're doing it," he grumbled.

Winry raised an eyebrow and slowed down the car.

"Alright, dammit! I'm Ed!" he snapped.

"Ed what?"

"I can't tell you that!"

Winry pressed down again, ever so slightly.

"Fuck! I'm Edward Elric!"

"And that's your real name?"

"Yes! You want my ID or something?!"

"Take off your mask."

"What?"

"Take off your mask!"

He groaned. "Where are you even taking me?"

"Don't try to change the subject. Take off your mask or I'm turning and heading to the police station!"

"Why don't you just do that right now, then?" he challenged.

"Because…I…um…"

He frowned, exaggerating it so she could see it past the mask. "Just keep your eyes on the road, alright?"

"Your eyes," she remarked, "Are golden."

Ed huffed and whirled around, facing the window.

"It's a terrible idea to rob stores with nothing but a ski mask when you have eyes like those," she continued. "I've never seen someone with them before."

"Whatever," he murmured, his voice suddenly sounding melancholy. "I hate these fucking eyes as much as the next guy, so—"

"I don't hate them! I think they look nice!" Winry interjected before she even knew what she was saying. He turned to face her, eyebrows raising behind the mask. Winry snapped her jaw shut, heat rising in her cheeks.

"…Why aren't you turning around to the police?" he asked quietly.

"I have no idea what the hell I'm doing at this point," she sighed. Without warning, he reached up and gently tugged off his mask.

Oh, fuck, he was gorgeous.

Winry clamped down on that thought as soon as it popped up. He had angular cheek bones, his flowing golden hair tied in an intricate braid. His golden eyes, which Winry had considered 'nice' before, seemed to shine tenfold. His jaw was slightly square, his bangs falling over into his face.

"Eyes on the road!" he yelped suddenly. Winry dragged her eyes away from Ed and onto the pavement in front of her, swerving away from a car with a squeal.

Thoughts raced through Winry's head. She didn't know what to say.

"Breath, for Christ's sake," Ed commented. "Your face is turning red."

She huffed, somewhat annoyed at his obliviousness. She didn't respond, instead keeping her eyes fixated on the road, trying to figure out where she was. She needed to pull over, but she didn't know where the hell she could go. Besides, she didn't want to drop him off in the middle of nowhere.

Winry mentally slapped herself. Drop him off?! You're not 'dropping off' anyone! You're being forced to drive a thief away from the crime scene!

"Sorry about freaking you out like this," Ed started, breaking the silence. His voice was oddly gentle.

"Nobody said I was freaking out," she spat, by way of argument.

He laughed. "Really?"

"Whatever! Where am I even taking you?" she mumbled, mostly to herself.

Ed shrugged. "Just drop by some place that's obscure but not far from the main roads."

"Don't order me around!" Winry scowled.

Without warning, Ed drew out a sleek, black gun. Winry's heart sped up, leaping into her throat. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

"I hate guns," he began in a low voice. "I never want to use one for as long as I live."

Then put it away, Winry thought, but she didn't dare voice it.

"So I'm not. I'm going to keep this out and if the cops see us, I'm going to hold it to your head, alright?" he sounded as if he was teaching a child how to ride a bike. It was incredibly unnerving but somehow soothing at the same time.

Soothing? There was nothing soothing about this! She was driving a criminal down a dark road for absolutely no reason whatsoever!

"I'm letting you know so if you hear sirens and I press this little shit up against your head you don't freak out and drive me into a tree or something."

"Us," she finally said, trying to put venom into her words.

"Us," he echoed. The words had a sense of finality as he faced the window again, hand resting on the gun.

"Why did you do it?" she said softly.

"What? Rob a store? Just for kicks."

"Seriously."

Ed sighed, averting his eyes. "I…I need to feed my little brother." he rubbed the back of his head. "My mom and dad, they…well, I don't wanna drop anything on you, so lets say that I kinda run the house now."

Winry felt a surge of pity which she absently tried to stamp down.

"Your little brother, huh?" she echoed.

"Yeah." his golden eyes softened. "He's real nice. Hell of a lot nicer than me, at least. And innocent. Smart. Has a real sharp tongue if he wants. It's better if I rob the stores, you know? He doesn't have to get hurt, only me. It's better that way." he raised his head to face the car ceiling. "He's all I have left," he murmured, and she could hear the palpable sadness cracking his words. He shook himself. "Whatever. Sorry. What's your name?"

Winry didn't respond.

"I guess I should've expected that," he laughed, the words devoid of humor. "You're Winry Rockbell, right?"

Winry's heart leapt into her throat, pounding furiously. "H-How did you—"

"You're a local celebrity. Even some old idiot like me knows you." he thumped his hand on the seat rhythmically. "You're that engineer who wants to get into prosthetics, right?"

Winry didn't even have time to nod before he lifted his right hand and pulled off the glove he had been wearing. Her mouth dropped.

It was a fake limb. Sleek, black, and thick. She admired it before she was forced to look back at the road.

"My leg, too," he remarked, putting the glove back on. "I thought you would like to see."

"How?" she asked before thinking.

He didn't answer for a moment. "…Accident. When I was a kid." Clearly, he was not in the mood to talk about it.

"They're…well-designed," she said, a weak attempt to break the silence. In reality, the limb wasn't all that great.

"I wish," he snorted. "They're breaking down."

"You want me to give you a better one?"

His head shot up. "What?"

"I'd do it. On one condition."

"Yeah?" he said warily.

"Stop robbing stores!" she roared. "Breaking the law won't get you anywhere! Get an honest job! Make money for your brother! Don't steal to get things you want!"

Ed's eyes widened, his jaw hanging slightly. He slowly looked down to his feet, face still shell-shocked.

"Who would want me?" he murmured. "I'm some kid with half his limbs and a funny-looking face. What could I do? Nothing that would be able to provide for Al…"

"My friend Paninya could have some help with her little business. She has two prosthetic legs."

Ed looked up in shock. "Wait…really? You mean it? You'd hook someone like me up for a job?"

Winry paused, then nodded furiously. "You're not a bad guy. You just steal because you think you need to. Paninya was like that too, a long time ago. But she has a good job now!"

Ed laughed, covering his face. "Oh…fuck, you'd do that? I can't believe—"

"But first…" she growled. Ed lifted his face, eyes curious, expecting another condition.

Without warning, Winry produced a silver wrench and smacked him on the head with it. Hard.

"Owww! What the fuck was that for?!"

"For scaring the hell out of me! And for stealing!"

"You can't just whack someone like that!"

"I just did!"

"Keep your eyes on the road!"

"I am! Do you want to drive?!"

"I'd be better at it!"

Their bickering continued until Winry finally dropped him off at a small shop with strict instructions to not rob it. As she watched Ed walk away into the black shadows, she couldn't help think…

…She was looking forward to seeing him again.

That was hard. Balancing Winry's emotions was tricky…it seems ridiculous to me that she wouldn't toss him out as soon as she could. Blame it on love? idk. RFF please!