Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Trigun (sob). I wish I did. Especially Vash. Yummm. I'd really like to own Vash.
Author's Notes: I don't know if anyone's done this before, but oh well. Some characters are out of character. Don't hate me. Just enjoy the product of a deranged mind!
Out of Character
Meryl woke with a throbbing headache that wanted to split her forehead apart. Damn she had worked too much last night. She should really stop working so late. Her mouth tasted cottony and funny and her chest was uncomfortably tight and cold. Great. Exhaustion *and* anxiety. She really should stop working so late! It's the damn Stampede that makes her stay up so late. If he hadn't blown up that bank and set the town's only fire station on fire, she wouldn't have to stay up so late. Then there was that shaman who Vash had pissed off when he grabbed his water canteen to put out the fire. What the hell was he thinking? A water canteen to put out a blazing inferno? Damn Vash!
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and was jarred with the cold floor hitting her feet so soon. Damn Vash. She wanted to blame the cold floor on him too, but that was just silly.
Still groggy and half asleep, Meryl grumbled her way to the bathroom and was only slightly surprised at how few short the distance seemed to be. She really was losing it. Blacking out even when she just woke up. Damn Vash for keeping her up late writing reports!
She smiled to herself. She really should stop cursing him like that but somehow the words (even if she didn't mean them) made her feel better. It wasn't just her. The shaman had done the same last night. He had cursed very rudely and very loudly at both of them, "Damn $%!@! I needed that water!" and then suddenly stopped, his eyes sparkling strangely. Then mumbling and pointing at the two of them, he shouted something before he split, cackling at the sky. (What was it he said -?) Vash had been freaked out and had to go straight to a bar afterward to calm his heart. Or so he said. Meryl had gone back to their hotel to type up yet another report about the infamous Vash the Stampede.
She got to the bathroom and leaned over the sink for a moment, trying to clear the cobwebs that had gathered in her brain and was preventing her from thinking clearly. The sink seemed so much lower than she remembered (What the hell?!) and the floor further down. She really should wake up. Cold water. Cold water would do the trick.
The sink sputtered to life with a trickling of cold water and Meryl cupped her hands and splashed water on her face. What the - ?
She looked at her hands suddenly. Callused. Since when were her hands callused? And large. Since when were her hands so large? Slowly, awareness came back. Her head snapped up suddenly. She remembered what the shaman had said. He'd said, "I curse you one into the other."
Oh no!
The mirror really was lower, the sink further down, the floor waaaay further down by her very large feet. Large feet?
Oh no!
Meryl bent, afraid, terrified to look into the mirror. Still, there was only one way to find out.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and chanted, "This is a dream. It's all a bad, bad dream. I will wake up and find myself back in bed," and opened her eyes. Blue-green eyes gazed back at her. A head with tousled blond hair (adorable sometimes) stared back at her. "Oh. My. G - "
"Gaaaaah!"
Her head whipped around at the sound and she had the weirdest sensation of wanting to reach for a gun but suppressing the urge.
"Gaaaaah!" the scream came again. Someone pounded frantically at her door and before she could move, had kicked the door open with a splintering sound. Then her body, her voice came barreling through her bedroom door, panicked. While she, in _his_ body, with his voice (mute now since she couldn't seem to get past the dry lump of horror in her throat) stood there still staring at the mirror.
"Meryl! Meryl!" her voice screamed at her from someone else's mouth. Then she was turned around rudely and her small, slight body confronted her. She felt lightheaded from the strangeness of the situation. "I have - "
"Vash?" she choked out the question. "Is that you?"
"I have boobs!" her body wailed. "Meryl! I'm in your body and I have boobs!!!!"
It was the whiny voice, so unlike hers, that tipped her off. Yup. The shaman had cursed them. Literally.
She grabbed his hands . . .er, her hands. . .er, whatever! She grabbed the hands he was using to indicate *her* boobs and shook him. Wow, she was light in Vash's hands. He could probably have picked her up anytime he wanted to. Huh? Why was she thinking that now? She shook Vash harder. "Don't you dare touch them," she hissed. "Or you're going to lose a part of *your* anatomy that you're going to regret."
The face that confronted her blanched. "Alright, alright!" Vash backed away from her and sat down on the bed. "What do we do?"
"I don't know," she said, and put a hand to her head. Looking out from Vash's body was giving her an eerie sense of vertigo. "Let me think. Just let me think."
"We'd better think fast," Vash said. "And don't talk like a girl," he added, looking annoyed that his feet couldn't reach the ground in her body.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" she snapped.
"You make my voice sound high and whiny," he complained.
"You're always that way, you idiot!"
"Whatever. Just think fast."
"I'm thinking as fast as I can," she snapped again. "Why are you hurrying me?"
"Because I have to go pee."
For a moment she wondered why that would matter. Then it occurred to her. She was in his body. He was in hers. Oh no! Think fast, Meryl! Think fast!
"Just hold it, Vash. Please, just hold it!"
Author's Notes: I don't know if anyone's done this before, but oh well. Some characters are out of character. Don't hate me. Just enjoy the product of a deranged mind!
Out of Character
Meryl woke with a throbbing headache that wanted to split her forehead apart. Damn she had worked too much last night. She should really stop working so late. Her mouth tasted cottony and funny and her chest was uncomfortably tight and cold. Great. Exhaustion *and* anxiety. She really should stop working so late! It's the damn Stampede that makes her stay up so late. If he hadn't blown up that bank and set the town's only fire station on fire, she wouldn't have to stay up so late. Then there was that shaman who Vash had pissed off when he grabbed his water canteen to put out the fire. What the hell was he thinking? A water canteen to put out a blazing inferno? Damn Vash!
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and was jarred with the cold floor hitting her feet so soon. Damn Vash. She wanted to blame the cold floor on him too, but that was just silly.
Still groggy and half asleep, Meryl grumbled her way to the bathroom and was only slightly surprised at how few short the distance seemed to be. She really was losing it. Blacking out even when she just woke up. Damn Vash for keeping her up late writing reports!
She smiled to herself. She really should stop cursing him like that but somehow the words (even if she didn't mean them) made her feel better. It wasn't just her. The shaman had done the same last night. He had cursed very rudely and very loudly at both of them, "Damn $%!@! I needed that water!" and then suddenly stopped, his eyes sparkling strangely. Then mumbling and pointing at the two of them, he shouted something before he split, cackling at the sky. (What was it he said -?) Vash had been freaked out and had to go straight to a bar afterward to calm his heart. Or so he said. Meryl had gone back to their hotel to type up yet another report about the infamous Vash the Stampede.
She got to the bathroom and leaned over the sink for a moment, trying to clear the cobwebs that had gathered in her brain and was preventing her from thinking clearly. The sink seemed so much lower than she remembered (What the hell?!) and the floor further down. She really should wake up. Cold water. Cold water would do the trick.
The sink sputtered to life with a trickling of cold water and Meryl cupped her hands and splashed water on her face. What the - ?
She looked at her hands suddenly. Callused. Since when were her hands callused? And large. Since when were her hands so large? Slowly, awareness came back. Her head snapped up suddenly. She remembered what the shaman had said. He'd said, "I curse you one into the other."
Oh no!
The mirror really was lower, the sink further down, the floor waaaay further down by her very large feet. Large feet?
Oh no!
Meryl bent, afraid, terrified to look into the mirror. Still, there was only one way to find out.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and chanted, "This is a dream. It's all a bad, bad dream. I will wake up and find myself back in bed," and opened her eyes. Blue-green eyes gazed back at her. A head with tousled blond hair (adorable sometimes) stared back at her. "Oh. My. G - "
"Gaaaaah!"
Her head whipped around at the sound and she had the weirdest sensation of wanting to reach for a gun but suppressing the urge.
"Gaaaaah!" the scream came again. Someone pounded frantically at her door and before she could move, had kicked the door open with a splintering sound. Then her body, her voice came barreling through her bedroom door, panicked. While she, in _his_ body, with his voice (mute now since she couldn't seem to get past the dry lump of horror in her throat) stood there still staring at the mirror.
"Meryl! Meryl!" her voice screamed at her from someone else's mouth. Then she was turned around rudely and her small, slight body confronted her. She felt lightheaded from the strangeness of the situation. "I have - "
"Vash?" she choked out the question. "Is that you?"
"I have boobs!" her body wailed. "Meryl! I'm in your body and I have boobs!!!!"
It was the whiny voice, so unlike hers, that tipped her off. Yup. The shaman had cursed them. Literally.
She grabbed his hands . . .er, her hands. . .er, whatever! She grabbed the hands he was using to indicate *her* boobs and shook him. Wow, she was light in Vash's hands. He could probably have picked her up anytime he wanted to. Huh? Why was she thinking that now? She shook Vash harder. "Don't you dare touch them," she hissed. "Or you're going to lose a part of *your* anatomy that you're going to regret."
The face that confronted her blanched. "Alright, alright!" Vash backed away from her and sat down on the bed. "What do we do?"
"I don't know," she said, and put a hand to her head. Looking out from Vash's body was giving her an eerie sense of vertigo. "Let me think. Just let me think."
"We'd better think fast," Vash said. "And don't talk like a girl," he added, looking annoyed that his feet couldn't reach the ground in her body.
"What the hell do you mean by that?" she snapped.
"You make my voice sound high and whiny," he complained.
"You're always that way, you idiot!"
"Whatever. Just think fast."
"I'm thinking as fast as I can," she snapped again. "Why are you hurrying me?"
"Because I have to go pee."
For a moment she wondered why that would matter. Then it occurred to her. She was in his body. He was in hers. Oh no! Think fast, Meryl! Think fast!
"Just hold it, Vash. Please, just hold it!"