A/N: ......aaaaaaaaaaannd wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! EVERYBODY DO THE FIRST-FANFIC-TO-BE-POSTED FUNKY CHICKEN DANCE!!!!! ::looks around to see everyone staring at her wierdly:: What?

I just want to say that this has no yaoi as of yet, butit does have plenty of fluffy shounen-ai, and I'm looking forward to some soft yaoi in future chapters, though. Fluff is goooood. Oh, and VIVA LA VASH/WOLFWOOD!!!!! And this is told from Wolfwood's POV. ((bwaaahahahaha! Meh iz n da ficcy! ::does the chicken dance::)) SHADDAP. Or no b33r. Oh and btw, that was my Drunk Vash muse-like dude. ((::pouts::))

One more thing: This was originally a one-shot at Vash/Wolfwood, but I'm reconsidering that. One more thing: YAOI GOOD FOR RYOKO!!!!!

Disclaimer: Me no own. You no sue. okeys? OKEYS!!!

Chapter I

I sat by the window, boredly looking off into space as I listened to the evening sattelite. The last report cought my attention with: "..And finally, experts confirmed earlier today that 25 of the plants have been attacked by some type of virus. Civilians said they were fully operational in the morning, but now, several have died, and those remaining barely have any energy..." Just as the reporter was finishing, the door swung open, and there stood Vash, leaning heavily on the door frame. His face was flushed, his eyes were half-lidded, and it looked as if it took all his energy just to stand. "Wolfwood, I-" He gasped, but as he began to take a step toward me, his last reserves of strength failed him, and Vash collapsed on the floor with a dull thud. I exclaimed, "VASH!" and was instantly at the Humanoid Typhoon's side.

Gently turning Vash onto his side, I asked, "You okey, Vash? What happened?" "I...I donno....been feelin' kinda tired all d-" Vash was abuptly cut off by a series of body-racking coughs, blood flying from his mouth. Minutes later, after the fit had finally subsided, his body went into a bit of a tremble. I carefully gathered him in my arms and stood up, taking note of the sharp gasp that escaped his lips; even before Vash had stepped inside, I knew something was going seriously wrong. Just as I was about to walk out of the front entrance and into the hallway, Meryl poked her head out of the hallway and into the room. "Hey, what's with all the noi-" She stopped upon seeing me with a semi-concious Vash in my arms and cried angrily, "What'd you do to him?!" "Nothing; he just collapsed-" " 'Collapsed' my ass!" "You callin' me a liar?!" "Why wouldn't I?!" "No....Meryl..." Meryl and I stopped argueing to look down at the blonde in my arms. Vash was breathing heavily and still trembling a little, but he faintly continued. "Wolfwood's right........I did collapse." "And he's sick," I added, looking over at the puddle of blood on the floor, "which is why I'm carrying him." With that, I walked into the hall, past a few doors, past Millie's and Meryl's room, into the room Vash and shared, and carefully lie him down on his bed.

Vash's face was now all pink, and as he undid his jacket with unsteady fingers, he murmured tiredly, "W.....Where's Millie?" "Out buying some more pudding, probably." He chuckled a little, abruptly stopping when he felt pain lace through his chest. I sat down on my bed, taking the Bible out of the nightstand and putting it up as if I was reading it, when in reality, I'm just doing it so Vash can change into his pajamas without anyone looking. I turn a page and say, "You heard the satellite?" "No...what about it?" "Somethin's happenin' to a fourth of the plants; some kind of virus. They were perfectly fine this morning, but now, lots of them are barely able to make the slightest movement." "Yeah?" I heard the rustle of blankets being moved, and put down the Bible to see Vash sitting up in bed, his green eyes looking at me intently. I sighed heavily, came over to him, and sat beside him on the edge of his bed. "What is it?" He asked, the look of genuine worry written across his face. I take a breath and look up at him. "Vash.....several of those plants died."

Vash looked down at his hands, murmuring simply, ".......oh..." I saw his lips move a bit, but what he said was barely above a whisper, and more to himself than to anyone else. "Sisters..." I thought he said, and his lower lip began to tremble a bit, eyes filling to the brim with tears before breaking free and rolling down his face, dripping onto the blankets. It really hurt to see him cry, and I did the first thing that came to me: I wrapped my arms around him.

Vash leaned into me and began to cry freely into my shoulder, letting his sobs shake his slim form. I gently stroked his spiky blonde hair, whispering comforting words all the while. After a few minutes of this, his sobs softened, and he let his head rest on my shoulder. ".....Vash?" "Hm?" He looked up at me, tears still shining in his eyes, and I fondly kissed him on the lips. Vash started in surprise, but leaned into the kiss, closing his eyes, his tongue brushing against my lower lip. Tears started to run from his closed eyes, and I held him closer.

The feeling....it was indefinable. The kiss I shared with Vash was soft and comforting, like fresh hot chocolate on a cold winter's night. Neither of us wanted to pull away as time seemed to freeze in that kiss, but, minutes later, we did. Vash let his head rest on my shoulder and murmured, "You shouldn't be taking advantage of a wounded man, Nick..." I smiled and ran my fingers though his hair. "There's a difference between 'taking advantage of' and 'comforting,' Needlenoggin." "Are you sure?" He countered, his head lifted slightly off me, eyebrows raised and grinning mischeviously. I cuffed Vash lightly above the ear and replied, "Hey! Vash, don't ruin the moment!" I looked at him as he let his head slowly fall back to my shoulder and added, "You're smiling again; it looks good on you." Vash smiled a little more, and even though it was a tired smile, I could tell by looking into his eyes that there was true feeling behind it.

I noticed an unshed tear in the corner of Vash's eye and reached up, wiping it away with my thumb. As I gently started to rock him, Vash whispered tiredly, "...Wolfwood?" "Hm?" "....thank you.." "Think nothin' of it, Needlenoggin." I ruffled his hair and continued to rock him. After a few minutes of this, Vash's breathing evened out and he began to snore softly, fast asleep. I carefully lie him down on the bed and, before turning to climb into my own bed, kissed Vash lightly on the forehead and breathed, "G'night."

((;.; u bashd me.....)) ::smirk:: I know I did, my lecherous, donut-loving, hentai, muse-like Drunkie. ((ADN PROUD OF ITZ!!!!! ::puffs out chest::)) --U Quit yer monkeying around and get on w/the endin' stuffs. ((Thne gimme b33r.)) FINE. Now, for the love of lemon, DO IT ALREADY, DV. ((okie-dokies! R&R, pplz!!!)) Oo ...Remind me to keep you from infilterating my brain the next time I type a fanfic. Anyways, R&R everyone. And don't fear -OR FLAME OR STEAL OR HURT- my Drunk Vash muse-like dude. I love that little pervert.....even though he rarely gives me any good advice... --U

Ah yes, and as an autheress, I need I-FREAKIN'-DEAS FOR THIS FANFIC'S FUTURE CHAPTERS!!!!! Gimme ideas!!!!! AND I'M NOT KIDDING ABOUT THE "I-FREAKIN'-DEAS" THING!!!!! Seriously, if you have any ideas for future chapters for this fanfic, tell me them in your review, lest this fanfic be discontinued! And I'm sure we don't want that, do we? ::smiles innocently::

And, this being my first-posted fanfic, please, please, please don't flame me. If you do, all flames will be used on Vicious from Cowboy Bebop. Or to cook marshmallows. Or both. HAW!!! XD