Authors Notes: Fire Chibi here. This is my first Trigun fan fiction. I wrote it originally about a year ago. I was reading threw it today and thought I might as well post it. Its not very good and its really short, but I kind of liked it. It's a what if fic, what if Nick hadn't died. My grammar is a little...Yuk. Sorry. If you don't like it you don't have to read it.

Vash sat on the bench, the same bench he had been on when he had saw Nick that day, watching the people move through the crowded streets. Gods, how could I have missed it? How could I have been stupid enough not to notice, he was hurt?' He shook his head, feeling the tears rise in his eyes.

"Vash stop acting like he is already dead," Maryl yelled slapping him in the back of the head. He didn't react, this surprised her.

"Hey, you guys he's coming around." Millie yelled running out of the house. Vash spun around, staring for a moment before he rushed to his feet, nearly tripping over the bench in his haste. He ran up to the stairs onto the porch into the house and up stairs. He paused in the hall, long enough to straighten his shirt, and pants. Slowly he walked to the door pushing it open, to reveal his fallen friend, who was really more then a friend

Nicholas D. Wolfwood lay on the bed at the far end of the room. The noonday light shone through threw the window above the bed, illuminating his pale complexion.

Vash approached the bed slowly, his foot steps the only sound in the room. His heart was thundering loudly in his chest. He jumped, suddenly as a small groan escaped Nick's mouth. It seemed to echo through the room for a moment. 'He's alive, he's really alive.'

"Vash?" He started, coming out of his thoughts. He looked over at the bed. Nick was watching him, with heavy sleep laden eyes. Vash smiled softly, walking over to the bed.

"Nick," he whispered. "Oh God. Nick your alright." Vash threw his arms around the unsuspecting Nick, holding him tightly in his arms. "Nick...oh...Gods. You big jerk, you had me so scared." Vash drew back whipping the tears from his eyes. "Nicholas D. Wolfwood don't you ever do that to me again." He chided in mock anger, before tightening his grip around the other man, and holding him close once more.

Nick could do nothing but lay in the blond's arms. He was speechless. Vash never acted this way, sure he cried over everything, but not like this. He had never so seriously admitted to being scared. Nick had never had anyone really worry about him before. "Vash calm down, Its alright. Come on Tongari, don't cry." The spiky haired man laughed slightly, drawing back.

They stayed that way for a moment, just looking at each other, gazing into each other's eyes. "Don't call me that." Vash whispered, resting his head on Nicks shoulder. The dark haired man chuckled lightly, Vash smiled to himself. "I thought I was going to loose you."

"You can't ever loose me Tongari, you're stuck with me forever." Vash rested against his lover, listening to the light rhythm of his heart beet.

Vash didn't know what he would have done if Nick had actually died and he never wanted to find out either. It was too terrible to think about. Like a candle without a wick he would he would have just existed, no flame would ever burn inside of him. There would be no passion, no love, nothing. He lifted his head to say something, but stopped. Nick was sound asleep, his dark hair brushing against his cheek. Vash smiled softly. "Sleep well my love." He whispered laying back down, he succumbed to sleep.