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Fullmetal Alchemist: Fanfic: The Will in the Wires
Title: The Will in the Wires
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG at most.
Length: ~390 words
Content notes: Contains physical and emotional suffering inflicted on kids, but that's par for the course in this fandom. There's nothing that needs to be warned for, otherwise.
Author notes: Takes place during episode 17 of the original anime. (Which I've recently discovered and which is thus still a shiny new fandom for me!)
Summary: Ed gets his new limbs fitted. It hurts, but what else is new?
The Will in the Wires
Well, here they are again, Winry and Panako holding him down while his new arm and leg learn the hard way to cooperate with his nervous system. The old, familiar agony as the automail makes and tests each connection, over and over again. It's almost like he never left.
He can handle the pain. He really can. It's nowhere near as bad as the memories it brings back.
To distract himself, he concentrates on the arm, imagines it doing the job it's designed for, transmitting his will down its wires so he can use it to fight, do alchemy, turn the pages of a book. So it can help him find a way not to need it anymore, to replace it with his own, real flesh so he never has to go through this again.
That thought actually helps. Helps him not scream, anyway, which is the important thing, because he knows it upsets Al. He guesses it must be hard, seeing your big brother in pain. For a moment, he's really, really glad that Al can't feel anything like this, even with a giant hole in him, but his stomach twists at that thought as soon as he thinks it, because of course, Al can't feel anything, nothing at all, and whose fault is that? He grits his teeth, almost smiling, and readies himself for the next wave of agony with some murky thought in his head about suffering it for both of them, but it never comes. Instead, there's only a dull, steady ache, a cool compress on his forehead, and Aunt Panako telling him they're done for now.
He blinks the tears of pain from his eyes and gently flexes his new arm. It's good work, as always. Even with the lighter automail, it's amazing how much he feels like himself again, wires and all. Yeah, well, he tells himself, don't get too used to it, huh?
Shakily, he sits up. They're all bitching at him to rest, of course, but he doesn't want to. Not for long, anyway, he amends, as the ache gets achier and the world swims around him a little. But he needs to recover quickly. His brother needs him. And they need to get back on the road. Back to all the important things still waiting to be fixed.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG at most.
Length: ~390 words
Content notes: Contains physical and emotional suffering inflicted on kids, but that's par for the course in this fandom. There's nothing that needs to be warned for, otherwise.
Author notes: Takes place during episode 17 of the original anime. (Which I've recently discovered and which is thus still a shiny new fandom for me!)
Summary: Ed gets his new limbs fitted. It hurts, but what else is new?
The Will in the Wires
Well, here they are again, Winry and Panako holding him down while his new arm and leg learn the hard way to cooperate with his nervous system. The old, familiar agony as the automail makes and tests each connection, over and over again. It's almost like he never left.
He can handle the pain. He really can. It's nowhere near as bad as the memories it brings back.
To distract himself, he concentrates on the arm, imagines it doing the job it's designed for, transmitting his will down its wires so he can use it to fight, do alchemy, turn the pages of a book. So it can help him find a way not to need it anymore, to replace it with his own, real flesh so he never has to go through this again.
That thought actually helps. Helps him not scream, anyway, which is the important thing, because he knows it upsets Al. He guesses it must be hard, seeing your big brother in pain. For a moment, he's really, really glad that Al can't feel anything like this, even with a giant hole in him, but his stomach twists at that thought as soon as he thinks it, because of course, Al can't feel anything, nothing at all, and whose fault is that? He grits his teeth, almost smiling, and readies himself for the next wave of agony with some murky thought in his head about suffering it for both of them, but it never comes. Instead, there's only a dull, steady ache, a cool compress on his forehead, and Aunt Panako telling him they're done for now.
He blinks the tears of pain from his eyes and gently flexes his new arm. It's good work, as always. Even with the lighter automail, it's amazing how much he feels like himself again, wires and all. Yeah, well, he tells himself, don't get too used to it, huh?
Shakily, he sits up. They're all bitching at him to rest, of course, but he doesn't want to. Not for long, anyway, he amends, as the ache gets achier and the world swims around him a little. But he needs to recover quickly. His brother needs him. And they need to get back on the road. Back to all the important things still waiting to be fixed.