Written with a Floating Pen

By: Bar-Ohki

Disclaimer (this is the only time I'm going to feature this as I hate re-writing a statement that we all know to be true): I don't own FMA. I don't own Loveless. I do own my ideas and Fullflame.

Rating: M due to the sexual references, cursing, violence, and the fact that Fullflame is also M rated.

Summary: A series of drabbles and anecdotes from the world of Fullflame.

Other Stuff: I would have had started to post these earlier but the title was too perfect and I couldn't spoil that part of the story until we got there. I'm not really holding to the 100 word length of a typical drabble, but these will probably be under a page in length (including intro stuff). I'm using my 'other stuff' to explain where I get the inspiration for some of these passages, or when they occur during the story. Reading Fullflame will help you understand these, but you don't need to read this to understand Fullflame. This first drabble is the story of the floating pen in Edward's room.

I stuck it there, Dad

Trisha Elric was out.

Now Trisha Elric never went out by herself, since her husband or son was always in tow. Today she had brought her youngest child, the four month old Alphonse, with her. They were going to a baby shower. Hohenheim Elric, her husband and Fighter Unit was staying at home to watch over their elder son, the three year old Edward Elric.

Neither Hohenheim nor Edward could talk easily, so the house was extremely quiet. Besides the occasional sniffle or sneeze from Hohenheim, who currently had the cold Edward had just finished getting over. The two were sitting in Edward's bedroom with a box of tissues, and they were playing 'go fish' at the present time.

Hohenheim held up the five of hearts. Edward looked at his hand, and then shook his head. Hohenheim returned the five to his hand and drew a card from the pile. He shook his head and looked at Edward expectantly. Edward held up the queen of spades. Hohenheim handed him the queen of hearts. Such was how two mute people played the game.

After the third game it was pretty obvious that both were bored. Hohenheim set down the cards he had just finished shuffling and flashed Edward a mischievous smile. Putting a finger to his lips in the unmistakable 'shushing' gesture, Hohenheim walked over to Ed's desk. He picked up a few pens and pencils and sat back down on the bed.

Edward cocked his head to the side, curious.

"Trisha." Hohenheim said while shaking his head, then made the shush gesture again. What this meant was 'don't tell your mother'. Carefully Hohenheim held a pencil point up out at arm's length. Then carefully he pulled his arm down and then jerked it up, sending the pencil speeding into the air. Edward watched as the pencil flew up and embedded itself into the ceiling. A small smile, full of childish joy, spread across Ed's face. A few seconds later the pencil fell from the ceiling and Hohenheim caught it.

With a gentile grin, Hohenheim handed his son a pen. Edward tried to stick it in the ceiling. Unfortunately the boy could only get the pen about six inches below the ceiling. He glared at it and this time when the pen went into the air Edward decided to yell at it.

"Now stay up there!" Edward growled. The pen stayed suspended in mid-air. Immediately Edward and Hohenheim paled, and exchanged horrified looks.

Trisha was not going to be pleased when she came home.

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Now we know how that blasted pen got up there!