DISCLAIMER: I do not own Trigun, Nightow does.
Meryl cleaned up the mess that Vash had inadvertently made with his beer. Instead of joining the festivities at the local pub, Meryl decided to hang around and see if Vash or Knives needed anything. She went into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. "It's going to be a long night" she expressed aloud as she sat down on the stool at the kitchen bar. The bar was the only thing separating the kitchen from the sitting area. She had to admit that it was nice having Vash back in the house. Thank God he didn't die. I would hate to think what this world would be like without him. Meryl thought. As she sat there sipping her cup of coffee, Meryl allowed herself to think about the genocidal murderer in the bedroom down the hall. She really didn't want him to be here. What if we can not change his outlook on the human race? What if he wakes up one day soon and he just decides to kill us in our sleep? Meryl knew that these thoughts were irrational. He is in a coma for Christ sake! How is he going to hurt anyone?
Meryl sat on the stool contemplating these things, not paying attention to the time. Before she knew what was going on, Millie came tumbling through the door. "What are you doing up this late, Sempai? Her co-worker slurred showing obvious signs of intoxication. Meryl ran her hand over her eyes. She looked at the clock on the stove. It said 2:30 A.M. "Well, I guess I could ask you the same thing, Millie. We have work to do today, now off to bed." Meryl liked it when Millie was too drunk to argue. The large insurance girl would just go to their room and lay down on her bed with all of her clothes on. Meryl knew that would irritate her under normal circumstances, but she had to give Millie a little lee-way. She had lost her love and gained his killer all in one month.
Meryl tucked the blanket around Vash that she had thrown on him earlier during the night. While tucking it in around him, she thought that she had seen him looking at her. It was just my imagination. He's a plant. They probably do some funny things in their sleep. She thought as she tucked the blanket in under his prosthetic arm. "Good night, Vash. I'll see you in the morning." She breathed close to his ear. Meryl turned to go to the bedroom she shared with Millie. Behind her on the couch, Vash had propped himself up on one elbow to get a good look at her as she left. He watched her go down the hall and walk into her bedroom. She had no clue that he had woken up when she had picked up the beer out of the floor and cleaned up his mess. He had been watching her for some time as she sat at the kitchen bar on her stool. You bet I'll see you tomorrow. We have a lot of work to do. He thought to himself. Vash felt guilty as he lay back on the pillow that she had provided for him. He had been sitting there listening to her thoughts about the past, present, and future. What made him feel the guiltiest is that he had listened in on some thoughts that he was sure the short insurance girl would kill him for if she knew he had listened to them. At least he had an advantage now. He knew he was being bad, but he lay there thinking about her thoughts of the future. Vash drifted off to sleep unaware as to what was going to happen in the middle of his dreams.
Bababababum…what will happen next? Please review. I'm a big girl. I can take it.