IMPORTANT READ AUTHOR'S NOTE!!!!!!

A/N:Please, please forgive me my readers for making you wait so long. I have been a quiet large, how you say, DUMBASS lately, and though it's not a good excuse, it's why I was grounded more recently and unable to update. I would tell you the whole story but it's a bit of a drag and too lng. I believe all my readers have a right to know why I wasn't updating though, adn if you really want to know, just review and I'll send you a P.M. telling you what me and my dumbass did... My sincerest apologies, and well you guys know well that I can't spell so I hope I did my best on this one... here you go... finally...

Phone Call

And so it went on for a year or two like that. Winry wished Ed would write or call or maybe stop by, but he never did. Granny stayed dead in the ground and business was slow. Every night at exactly Eight O' Clock, she undressed, then pulled on her shiny black leather thong, her knee-high fishnets, and her high heeled combat boots. Then she pulled on her black tube top. Then she pulled her black skirt over her head and pulled up the leather suspenders. Then she did what she had to do. Put bread on the table, and get her addiction satisfied.

Until the day she got that call. That fateful day she got that goddamn call. Winry Rockbell was working on a clients leg, when suddenly a loud obnoxious ringing startled her and broke her concentration.

"Hello? Rockbell Auto-Mail," She spoke as charmingly as she could.

"Winry?" It was Al's voice speaking with a tint of glee.

"Alphonse? Is that you?" Winry said getting a perk in her voice.

"Yea it's me." He giggled.

"It's so good to hear from you! Are you coming down?"

Winry could hear another giggle, but this time it wasn't from Al. "No, but We were wondering if you could come down."

"Down to Central?"

"Yea," Al said laughing himself now. Winry was silent for a moment. She didn't know if he would allow her to take time off. "Umm.. I don't know I'm kinda busy."

"You and Granny getting backed up at the shop?" Winry froze. She choked on her words. She couldn't speak.

"WINRY? Hello are you there?!?"

I looked at the phone on the floor. I bent down and picked it up. "Oh sorry Al, I dropped the phone. Umm.. Yea, Granny and I are backed up here. Why don't you call back later? I've got work to do."

"O.k. Bye Winry."

"Bye Al,"

"I love you." He said carelessly. It'd been a long time since Winry last heard someone say they loved her, and mean it.

"I love you too Al," Then Wirny hung up the phone got up and went to the bathroom.

(Winry's POV)

I opened my eyes, to the sound of the phone ringing. I sat up out of the pool of blood around me and wiped my blood crusted face. I pulled my wrist band off the counter and put it around my wrist. The inside was brown from previous stains, so I didn't care if I stained it more. I grabbed my needle off the toilet and threw the razor into the top drawer. I ran to the phone, and picked it up. "Rockbell Auto-"

"Hey Win is that you?" I couldn't recognize the voice, it certainly wasn't Alphonse.

"Who is this?"

"It's Ed," I froze up again.

"E…E… Edward?"

"Yea it's me." His voice was so much different. It was low and masculine.

"I didn't recognize your voice. Did you finally hit puberty?"

"Ha ha very funny, I'll have you know…"

"How's your arm doing? Have you been oiling your joints Edward? " I heard a small laugh n the other side.

"That's too much like you Winry."

"Shut up shrimp." I laughed.

"Wait till you see how tall I am! You won't be able to say that anymore."

"I don't know if I can make it down there Ed, I have a lot of work to do." I lied.

"That old bat working you to death, tell her to give you a break. Tell her I'll pay for your trip."

I didn't know what to do. Granny was dead… dead… dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead! The real person that I had to deal with was John. And he wasn't to keen on letting me go for more than a day or two. He liked to show me off. I was his prize. I was his most tantalizing dancer, his gorgeous wife, and from there I thought I might as well just go all the way, so now I'm also his most lustrous prostitute. And that's something John would kill for. Ed did say he'd pay for my trip. So I blurted it out before I could really think about it.

"Sure I'll be down, Ed."

"Promise."

"Promise." I said girly like. I don't know why I'm all butterflies with him. After everything.