Buffy/Trigun - Night (4/20)
Title: Night
Fandom: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer/Trigun animeverse
Disclaimer: They belong to Nightow and Whedon
Rating: PG-13
Original Publication: FF.net, December 2001 - March 2002
Summary: A small town. An old evil. And Vash, Meryl and Millie stuck right in the middle of it all.
Previous parts:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
NIGHT
PART FOUR
Meryl rapped twice on Vash’s door, then waited politely for him to open it. When she was still waiting politely three minutes later, she banged the door hard enough to shake its hinges.
“Vash! Quit sulking and open the door!”
He finally responded and glowered at her. “I am not sulking.”
“Yes, you are. She smirked. “Because you stormed off before you realized you have no clue how to track down a pattern killer.”
He glared at her for another moment before his face broke and he whimpered pitifully. “I don’t even know where to start.”
He wandered back into his room and collapsed defeated into one of the chairs. He had shed his coat and gloves, but his six-shooter was still hung by his waist. She made a note of it as she closed the door behind her and took a seat across from him. “Then ask me how I do it.”
He raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “What?”
“The first murder took place two-and-a-half weeks ago. An elderly woman in her living room, no break-in, no sign of a struggle. Which meant she probably knew who her attacker was. Second murder was one week ago, body found on one of the farms, again, little struggle. Same thing with the girl this morning. All attacks took place at night, they think shortly after sunset. Plus, there are at least five missing persons, all within the last month, all unaccounted for.” She crossed her arms and waited for his reaction. She wasn’t disappointed.
He blinked wonderingly at her. “How do you do it?”
“By going directly to the source.” She shrugged. “I talked to the sheriff.”
“What happened to just standing back and letting them do their job?”
She blushed. “Well, you know, there were people…and they were getting…dead…”
He grinned. “I was right, wasn’t I?”
“Don’t get too cocky.” She frowned, immediately snapping back to pure business. “I just knew you’d still be running around like a chicken with its head cut off if I didn’t do something.”
“Sure.”
“It’s true.”
“I’m not disagreeing, am I?”
She scowled. “Even when you’re admitting I’m right, you’re still annoying.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
She just shook her head and stretched her arms above her head. “Anyway, there has to be a plan here, right?”
“Sure, I’ll patrol around town this evening, you’ll stay inside and not invite anyone in.”
She blinked. “I don’t think that’s a very good plan.”
“It’s workable.” He shrugged. “Unless you have a better one.”
She opened her mouth to tell him that yes, she most definitely did, then realized that she actually didn’t. She sighed and pouted. “No, not at the moment.”
“Okay, so we’re sticking with my idea.”
“Right, great.” She was going to get a massive headache over this she just knew it. She rose to leave. “But if you get killed, don’t even think I’m coming to your funeral.”
“Then I guess I won’t get killed.” His grin was incorrigible and Meryl scowled most of the way back to the door. Her hand was on the handle when he spoke again. “Meryl?”
She turned back and saw his eyes were serious. “Yes?”
“Thanks.” His smile was soft, almost shy, totally unlike his normal goofy grin. Meryl felt her heart melt a little at the sight.
“You’re welcome.”
END PART FOUR
Fandom: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer/Trigun animeverse
Disclaimer: They belong to Nightow and Whedon
Rating: PG-13
Original Publication: FF.net, December 2001 - March 2002
Summary: A small town. An old evil. And Vash, Meryl and Millie stuck right in the middle of it all.
Previous parts:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
NIGHT
PART FOUR
Meryl rapped twice on Vash’s door, then waited politely for him to open it. When she was still waiting politely three minutes later, she banged the door hard enough to shake its hinges.
“Vash! Quit sulking and open the door!”
He finally responded and glowered at her. “I am not sulking.”
“Yes, you are. She smirked. “Because you stormed off before you realized you have no clue how to track down a pattern killer.”
He glared at her for another moment before his face broke and he whimpered pitifully. “I don’t even know where to start.”
He wandered back into his room and collapsed defeated into one of the chairs. He had shed his coat and gloves, but his six-shooter was still hung by his waist. She made a note of it as she closed the door behind her and took a seat across from him. “Then ask me how I do it.”
He raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “What?”
“The first murder took place two-and-a-half weeks ago. An elderly woman in her living room, no break-in, no sign of a struggle. Which meant she probably knew who her attacker was. Second murder was one week ago, body found on one of the farms, again, little struggle. Same thing with the girl this morning. All attacks took place at night, they think shortly after sunset. Plus, there are at least five missing persons, all within the last month, all unaccounted for.” She crossed her arms and waited for his reaction. She wasn’t disappointed.
He blinked wonderingly at her. “How do you do it?”
“By going directly to the source.” She shrugged. “I talked to the sheriff.”
“What happened to just standing back and letting them do their job?”
She blushed. “Well, you know, there were people…and they were getting…dead…”
He grinned. “I was right, wasn’t I?”
“Don’t get too cocky.” She frowned, immediately snapping back to pure business. “I just knew you’d still be running around like a chicken with its head cut off if I didn’t do something.”
“Sure.”
“It’s true.”
“I’m not disagreeing, am I?”
She scowled. “Even when you’re admitting I’m right, you’re still annoying.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
She just shook her head and stretched her arms above her head. “Anyway, there has to be a plan here, right?”
“Sure, I’ll patrol around town this evening, you’ll stay inside and not invite anyone in.”
She blinked. “I don’t think that’s a very good plan.”
“It’s workable.” He shrugged. “Unless you have a better one.”
She opened her mouth to tell him that yes, she most definitely did, then realized that she actually didn’t. She sighed and pouted. “No, not at the moment.”
“Okay, so we’re sticking with my idea.”
“Right, great.” She was going to get a massive headache over this she just knew it. She rose to leave. “But if you get killed, don’t even think I’m coming to your funeral.”
“Then I guess I won’t get killed.” His grin was incorrigible and Meryl scowled most of the way back to the door. Her hand was on the handle when he spoke again. “Meryl?”
She turned back and saw his eyes were serious. “Yes?”
“Thanks.” His smile was soft, almost shy, totally unlike his normal goofy grin. Meryl felt her heart melt a little at the sight.
“You’re welcome.”
END PART FOUR