Ok so the first time I put this up I forgot a disclaimer, so here it is: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS! Thanks to the writers, the anime people, and anyone else involved in the making of Trigun for letting me borrow them. ***********************************************************************

One Night

I knew. I knew, before Vash-sama, or sempai came to me, with his cross, I knew that Wolfwood was not coming back to me. But what could I do? I had fallen in love with him, unknowingly, but not unwillingly, and I'd only had one night with him. I simply could not do anything else except break down and cry.

Somehow I keep thinking, keep feeling, my love is going to come back to me, he is going to walk in the door and demand that we give him back his cross, which is his entire arsenal. How could I tell him that I gave it to Vash-sama, when he left? Sempai is waiting for the man she fell in love with, and somehow I feel it is my duty to protect her, until Vash comes back.

Nicolas. You and I, we were never meant to have more than that one night were we. Even now, as I close my eyes to sleep, I can feel your arms around me, as they were that night, I can feel your kiss on my lips, and the love you gave to me still burns in my heart. It was only one night, but it was enough.

Sempai moves about the room in a restless manner, glancing out the windows. The setting suns are glowing red, and I'm home from work digging the well, so I watch her pace. It has been several days since Vash left, and she fears he won't return to her. She hasn't told him yet of her feelings for him, but I'm sure that when he does, everything will be alright. He loves her, I can feel it.

Soon, I'll have to quit my job, soon I'll have to depend on Sempai. I won't have to until Vash comes back, but soon I'll have to settle into a role that Nicolas gave me before he died. He didn't die alone. He had me, and soon we'll have our little one. I remember the time we smuggled Mua out of the city of the caravan traders. People just naturally assumed that I was pregnant and that Nicolas was the 'father'. I admit I got into the role when I chastised him for smoking, claiming it was 'not good for the baby'. All he could say was, "Yes, my honey."

I'm lying in bed now, and tears drip from my eyes, and off my nose, soaking my pillow. I promised that I wouldn't cry after we buried him, but sometimes, when the nights are particularly quiet, I can't help it. There was so much I never said to him. I say it now, every night, and I hope that he can hear me, but I live everyday with the regrets at not ever having the time to say it.

"I love you, Nicolas D. Wolfwood." There, it's out for the night, the words given wings and fly on the breeze that gusts through town. That night I was only interested in his pain, only wanting to try to fix it, and wasn't given the chance to say it properly.

It was only a night, but it was enough.