A/N: I wanted to flex my writing muscles after a particularly uneventful few days. I hope that as you know by now I own nothing . I do not own either the characters involved nor there respective Franchises those rights belong exclusively to the original authors, writers, or artists, the sole purpose of this is to entertain, and I am not doing this for profit. Because this is fan-fiction and this is what we do. Now with both my long winded explanation and disclaimer together let's begin. Of and for extra protection I don't own the rights for Worm, or Trigun and/or Trigun Maximum. Those belong to Wildbow and Yasuhiro Nightow. Also this is an AU, no pairings planned.

An Outlaw and A preacher walk into a door. . .

Nicholas D. Wolfwood and Vash the Stampede were an odd pair to say the least, but over time they had become close friends. He was impressed by the supposed Humanoid Typhoon. During their travels they had seen countless sights, ranging from horrifying bandits and ruthless bounty hunters to beautiful women and dead towns.

They had gone through a lot together, they shared meals, laughs, and many good memories, but neither were comfortable when it came to talking about their pasts respectively. Vash never brought up the subject of his brother knives, nor Wolfwood his time at the orphanage.

One night they see a glowing light with no obvious source, and it was odd in the desert that surrounded the two. so out of curiosity and a sense of caution, the pair readied their weapons for the first sign of trouble. They continued their investigation until a strong wind picked up and knocked the two right through the light that had appeared.

Vash and Wolfwood found themselves inside a long hallway that appeared seemingly endless and impossibly clear of stains. The hallway was bright, at least compared to the dark of the night and the much dimmer glow of the doorway they had passed through.

The two were confused, but they knew that for some odd reason they wouldn't be returning to the Badlands anytime soon, and that in addition to this fact they were no longer where they once were.

"I don't think we're in the Badlands anymore." Vash stated

"You don't say Needle Noggin" Wolfwood responded with moderate irratation.

"Yeesh scary, I was just stating a fact, what's got you so worked up?"

"Vash the door closed behind us, we're stranded in only god knows where, and I've been out of cigarettes for the past two days, I might be a little irritate." Wolfwood continued ranting for another minute or so like this.

"Well I guess we're stuck here might as well make the most of a bad situation. Right?"

They were approached by a rather beautiful woman with creme skin, she had many attractive feature so without missing a beat Vash began to flirt with the mysterious beauty. Wolfwood seeing an opportunity to learn more about the most pressing thing on his mind.

"Your eyes tell such sweet promises, and of such sadness and regret in solitude, mam would you due me the honor of telling me your name?" Vash began, but before he could charm the woman, Wolfwood stopped to ask if she had a cigarette he could bum off her.

He also reluctantly asked with the utmost sense of care possible as to avoid either offending the stranger or causing unneeded problems as a result if she knew exactly where the two had ended up.

The mysterious stranger, did three things. First she introduced herself as Contessa.

Secondly, she offered Wolfwood a pack of cigarettes she had on hand and told him that he was inside the headquarters of a organization dedicated to saving the world from Armageddon level threats and disasters. As well as the fact that it operated in secret under the name Cauldron.

Thirdly, she offered the two men a deal. That if they went and helped protect this world for the next two years, they would be permitted to return home with enough water to provide for a village of three hundred and the means of transporting that much for at least a year.

Understanding the immediate offer, the potential number of lives that could be saved, and the unsaid part. decline or fail and you may never return home again. The two men couldn't find any problems with this arrangement.

After all they were already beginning to feel uneasiness and worry about what kind of trouble their favorite insurance girls were getting into without them.

She whispered into Vash's ear that if he should fulfill his part of the deal then she would go out with him on a romantic evening of his own construction.

With this said she pointed the two men to where they would be staying. A small town in a country called America, on the north eastern part of the continent, just off from a major city called New York. The town they would be staying was the crime-ridden Brockton Bay.

But first things first, she asked Vash to fire at a special dome in Ellisberg that housed the fierce and scariest of monsters known to man. Unbeknownst to him the monster was called Nilbog. She quickly added that he was not to enter if he valued his life.

So Vash blinded by the promise of future happiness, and the resources indeed agreed.

He asked several question that he deemed relevant to what his duty of protecting the world might ensue and decided that after everything was answered to his level of satisfaction he would agree as to save as many lives as he could.

Even if it wasn't that many he still didn't want there to be any unnecessary casualties that could have been prevented.


Two days later

"We're here live with channel three news, at the cite of the explosion of Ellisberg, where one of the world's most horrifying monster's Nilbog was housed. Two days ago a bright light appeared and upon further investigation the next day a giant crater appeared afterwards, there appear to be no surviving creation, nor sign of the monster and self proclaimed king himself having survived the explosion that left a four kilometer deep and five kilometer wide crater behind beyond the edge of the dome.

In the mean time a certain Emily Piggot had finally had her greatest regret corrected, for lack of better words of course. Nilbog the monster who left only two survivors years ago was dead. Suddenly she found a new source of concern only minutes later, who killed him?

On further introspection she finally had some measure of peace, or closure might be the better term. This by no means gave her any faith in capes, nor did it allow her to forget the painful memories, years of dialysis, or make the nightmares go away. She just now knew that the world had one less evil in it.

Before the two men knew it they had begun an epic adventure to defend their new home, the World, and the City of Brockton Bay.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

A/N: So any thoughts, concerns, or suggestions on what exactly our favorite duo should do in this story. I also know that I said I have no planned pairings, but Vash being a flirt/perv I can very easily change or correct this. So follow and Favorite, Read and review, and most importantly have a great day!