Author's Notes: I think my writer's block is becoming a chronic illness. I doubt I'll ever finish this, since I have other things to do and no motivation.....And sorry about the religious references there, for those of you who are uncomfortable with it. I'm not religious in any way, shape, or form, but with Trigun, magic just isn't an answer. Disclaimer: *insert sarcastic remark here*
At first it was just a shimmer, easily mistaken as a trick of the light. Then it became brighter and took form. A man. The light flashed brightly, then disappeared, leaving the figure solid in its place.
This man pulled a cigarette out of his jacket and attempted to light it up. A bolt of lightning suddenly zapped it, causing the evil cancer-causing item to burst into flames and disintegrate.
"Aw, shit," groaned the man, nursing his burnt fingers. "No smoking, huh?"
The sound of a voice in the room woke Milly up. She abruptly sat up and looked around, but saw no one. "Who's there?"
"Guess they don't appreciate those nicotine addictions."
Milly froze. *Oh my God, oh my God.....it can't be him......* "Nicholas," she whispered.
"Yeah," he said, stepping out of the shadows. "It's me."
Wide-eyed and transfixed, Milly rose from her bed. "How can this be?" she asked, voice quivering. "Am I dreaming?"
"Nah," Wolfwood said with a slight grin. "They sent me 'n' some other dead guys down to Earth until tomorrow."
"They?"
"God and his assistant. I think her name is Mother Teresa or something."
Very slowly, Milly made her way towards the man in black. He stood patiently, a genuinely sweet smile on his face. With a trembling hand, Milly gently touched his shoulder, just to see if he was real. After a quiet moment, she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing. "I've missed you so much......"
Wolfwood wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. "I've missed you too." He was also crying. They held each other that way for several bittersweet moments.
A knock at the door interrupted them. "Milly, is everything all right?" It was Meryl, who had her friend's sobs and decided to check on her.
Wiping her eyes, Milly reluctantly let go and strode over to open the door. Meryl stepped in and was about to speak, but she froze when she saw the priest.
"But.....but.....you......aren't you dead?" Meryl stammered, voice failing and eyes wide. Then she looked at Milly. "I'm not talking to myself, am I?"
Milly giggled with tears running down her cheeks and Wolfwood chuckled. "Nope," he said. "I'm right here."
Author's end note: Wow. That was hideous. Constructive criticism, people. Not flames. You can tell how much I time I spent on this..........zero. Um, yeah, I don't think I'll be finishing this, so if anyone, by some miracle, wants to continue it and make it better, be my guest. Just let me know first. And go read my Slayers fics! They're sooo much better.