Disclaimer still applies folks! Still don't own Trigun (though I am
planing a hostile take-over of Vash *drool*).
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A/N: Sorry this took so long. Didn't really think it would take me this long to write a single chapter (I blame school and professors who assign homework when they know that you'd rather be doing something else!). Anyways, on with the show...
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Desert Sands
By: Batbabe
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Chapter 2
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"Hello, Ma'am! I'm home!" Milly's voice echoed throughout the small house and into the kitchen where Meryl was making dinner.
"How was work today?" Meryl asked as Milly stepped into the room. She was completely filthy, but that was to be expected since she was a construction worker. Her bright smile diverted attention from the dirt, as it did everything else. Meryl wished she could be that cheerful all the time.
"I had a really good time today. We're just about done with the well, and we're ahead of schedule!" As she finished, she closed her eyes and grinned ear to ear with pride, "How was your day, Meryl?"
Oh just great. All I did today was think about some idiot gunman who barely knows I'm alive... She thought to herself, ruefully. Aloud she simply said, "Oh, same as usual."
Milly was about to comment on the fact that Meryl had started stirring the pot of stew with much greater force than was really required, but decided to remain silent on the matter. When Meryl wanted to talk about what was bothering her, she would. Milly knew all too well how stubborn Meryl could be, especially when it came to Mr. Vash.
She was brought out of her reverie by Meryl's concerned look, "So...how are you feeling today?"
A smile once again brightened her face. "As good as ever Ma'am. Like my big big sister always says, 'There's nothing like getting out in the sunshine to brighten up your day.'" Meryl smiled slightly back, then went back to stirring the stew.
Meryl could hear Milly's footsteps as she left the kitchen and went upstairs to clean up before dinner. A frown returned to her face as she thought about how Milly had obviously side-stepped the question as to how she was feeling. Meryl knew that she shouldn't worry so much about the taller woman, that she was in perfect health and hopefully going to stay that way, but she couldn't help but be concerned. Milly was obviously a strong woman, but she'd been through more than anyone should ever have to. Meryl was determined not to let anything happen to her. She may not be able to protect and comfort other people, but she would be there for Milly.
In the silence of the room, Meryl's thoughts once again drifted to a certain gunman. Why didn't I ever tell him.... She shook her head at the notion. There was nothing to tell him, nothing at all. And even if there had been, she wouldn't have put yet another burden on him. He had enough to deal with as it was anyway. As if psychopathic brothers weren't enough to already drive him insane...
With the stew now done (and stirred way more violently than it needed to be), Meryl turned to call her partner down to dinner.
The words died in her throat and her mouth gaped open.
Standing in front of her was Vash. Minus the distinctive red coat and looking like he'd been drug through hell.
"Uh...Hey short girl. How's it going?"
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A/N: Bet I surprised you, right? Uh, no? You knew Vash was going to show up at the end? Oh, well, guess I'll just have to get more creative the next chapter (which will be longer, I promise!). Thanks for reading! Now please review! :)
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A/N: Sorry this took so long. Didn't really think it would take me this long to write a single chapter (I blame school and professors who assign homework when they know that you'd rather be doing something else!). Anyways, on with the show...
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Desert Sands
By: Batbabe
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Chapter 2
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"Hello, Ma'am! I'm home!" Milly's voice echoed throughout the small house and into the kitchen where Meryl was making dinner.
"How was work today?" Meryl asked as Milly stepped into the room. She was completely filthy, but that was to be expected since she was a construction worker. Her bright smile diverted attention from the dirt, as it did everything else. Meryl wished she could be that cheerful all the time.
"I had a really good time today. We're just about done with the well, and we're ahead of schedule!" As she finished, she closed her eyes and grinned ear to ear with pride, "How was your day, Meryl?"
Oh just great. All I did today was think about some idiot gunman who barely knows I'm alive... She thought to herself, ruefully. Aloud she simply said, "Oh, same as usual."
Milly was about to comment on the fact that Meryl had started stirring the pot of stew with much greater force than was really required, but decided to remain silent on the matter. When Meryl wanted to talk about what was bothering her, she would. Milly knew all too well how stubborn Meryl could be, especially when it came to Mr. Vash.
She was brought out of her reverie by Meryl's concerned look, "So...how are you feeling today?"
A smile once again brightened her face. "As good as ever Ma'am. Like my big big sister always says, 'There's nothing like getting out in the sunshine to brighten up your day.'" Meryl smiled slightly back, then went back to stirring the stew.
Meryl could hear Milly's footsteps as she left the kitchen and went upstairs to clean up before dinner. A frown returned to her face as she thought about how Milly had obviously side-stepped the question as to how she was feeling. Meryl knew that she shouldn't worry so much about the taller woman, that she was in perfect health and hopefully going to stay that way, but she couldn't help but be concerned. Milly was obviously a strong woman, but she'd been through more than anyone should ever have to. Meryl was determined not to let anything happen to her. She may not be able to protect and comfort other people, but she would be there for Milly.
In the silence of the room, Meryl's thoughts once again drifted to a certain gunman. Why didn't I ever tell him.... She shook her head at the notion. There was nothing to tell him, nothing at all. And even if there had been, she wouldn't have put yet another burden on him. He had enough to deal with as it was anyway. As if psychopathic brothers weren't enough to already drive him insane...
With the stew now done (and stirred way more violently than it needed to be), Meryl turned to call her partner down to dinner.
The words died in her throat and her mouth gaped open.
Standing in front of her was Vash. Minus the distinctive red coat and looking like he'd been drug through hell.
"Uh...Hey short girl. How's it going?"
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A/N: Bet I surprised you, right? Uh, no? You knew Vash was going to show up at the end? Oh, well, guess I'll just have to get more creative the next chapter (which will be longer, I promise!). Thanks for reading! Now please review! :)
