Fanfic: First, Do No Harm (Fullmetal Alchemist)

[nebroadwe]

Title: Drabble: First, Do No Harm
Fandom: FMA (anime or manga version)
Character(s): Winry, Ed
Pairing: None. Okay, it depends on how you look at it ...
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None.
A/N: I'm up to my ears in on-the-job training in rare book cataloging, but even that can't prevent a drabble from emerging in a good cause. It was interesting, too, to find the point at which honor trumps friendship for Winry. Crossposted from nebroadwe to Höllenbeck (i.e. hagaren_manga, fm_alchemist, fullservicefma, fma_writers, fma_fiction, ed_winry and winrylovers).
Dedication: For evil_little_dog, as a pick-me-up.

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      She never has to ask him to stop squirming. He lies still as a mannequin while she works, unless she induces a galvanic reaction. If only all her patients had such self-control, she muses as she tinkers with his shoulder. His constant complaints (about the exam table or an imaginary draft or her perfectly reasonable disquisition on proper self-maintenance) seem little enough to endure in exchange.

      Until he grumbles, "Are you done playing doctor yet?"

      Stung, she bends and whispers in his ear, "Oh, I haven't even started."

      And steps away, grinning, until that galvanic reaction runs its course.

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[Disclaimers: Fullmetal Alchemist (Hagane no Renkinjutsushi) was created by Arakawa Hiromu and is serialized monthly in Shonen Gangan (Square Enix); the anime of the same title was directed by Mizushima Seiji and story-edited by Aikawa Sho. Copyright for these properties is held by Arakawa Hiromu, Square Enix, Mainichi Broadcasting System, Aniplex, Bones, and dentsu. All rights reserved.]

Comments

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

As do most people I mention that to. The only thing that gets a bigger reaction is the -- ahem! -- explicit material. (C'mon -- if one has Sade, say, one must have context for Sade. And there's no way that stuff will last five minutes unplundered in the open stacks.)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Yes, that would be gone, gone, gone. Probably absconded with by pervy teenagers who think it would look cool on their walls.

...or pervy adults, thinking the same thing.

Yeah.