Thomas the Tank Engine (Edward x James) Part 1

Winter came to the Island of Sodor and all the engines were busy pulling coaches with dozens of winter passengers and tourists.
James, a mixed traffic engine with red paint and black lines was boasting to the others like he did everyday. The others hid their groans under their breath as he spoke to them.
"I mean come on guys" he said to them as the fire lighters began to light up their boilers for the days work "green is more for spring, even though you would blend with the bushes more than the trees but then you would like that anyway wouldn't you Henry?" He teased, looking at Henry.
Henry just ignored him and looked away while mentally rolling his eyes at the red engine, who was still talking.
"And blue? Pah!" James exclaimed "don't get me started on it, blue is not something you should have in winter, what would happen if the signal man couldn't see you and changed the points? You'd more than likely to crash or slide on the rails"
"Speaking from experience James?" Thomas shot back teasingly.
James spluttered and looked anywhere but the annoying blue tank engine, he almost groaned when he heard a light whistle.
"What's the trouble this time?" asked Edward as he came to a stop near the turn table, he was a traffic engine like James (but slightly bigger) with blue paint with red lines.
"Nothing that would concern you old Iron" snapped James, he felt his boiler tingle when Edward spoke and his fire box felt like it was being blown by a gentle breeze.
Edward managed to hide the hurt on his face and masked it by rolling his eyes "someone teased you didn't they? And then you spluttered and tried to deny it"
James went as red as his paint "how did you know that?" he almost squawked out.
"He's psychic" Thomas exclaimed in admiration.
"What's a fycic?" Percy asked.
"Psychic" Gordon snorted before Thomas could continue "It means that Edward knows something before or after it's happened, although I highly doubt it"
"Really?" excitement flashed in Percy's eyes.
Edward laughed, causing James to feel a flutter and bubbling sensation in his boiler again "no Percy, I am not psychic, I just know because it happens nearly everyday, isn't that right James?" Edward winked at the now flustered red engine.
"None of your business" James snapped again "now if you all don't mind I am going off to work since it is very clear that your driver's and fireman's haven't come yet and mine has" he wheeshed some steam and moved onto the turntable, he made sure he didn't look at Edward or that weird sensation would come back again, then he left the area.
All the engines looked on until James was out of sight, Thomas was the first to break the silence "is it just me or is James been acting funny lately?" he asked any of the engines.
"Now that you mention it Thomas" Percy thought for a moment "when The Fat Controller had asked James to take some coal to certain stations he didn't say anything, but he looked, different"
"Different how?" Thomas asked.
"Like he was looking at something that wasn't there, then when The Fat Controller called him again and retold him what he had to do, James didn't complain about the fact that he had to pull 'dirty trucks', he just left to go get them"
Now all the engines were confused and worried, they had never known James to just agree to something like that, he'd usually just groan, whine 'why me?' then go do his work, whatever it was it had to be big or serious if it stopped him complaining.
"Well I for one am glad he has stopped complaining" Emily said who had appeared out of nowhere.
"Emily" exclaimed Edward "that's rude, besides this could be serious"
"You don't think that The Fat Controller has said something bad to him do you?" Percy asked weakly.
This got the engines attention, but if Edward could he would have shook his head "our owner would never get rid of a healthy and useful engine, all he would do if someone misbehaved is either shut them up in their sheds or give them a certain job to do until he saw fit"
"Your right Edward" Thomas supported "another thing we can cross out, is it cannot be anything to do with being scrapped or sent away, besides James didn't look that depressed if it were those things"
"So whatever this thing is, it is personal" Gordon finished.
The other engines silently agreed.