Blu: …so, how many of you want to kill me now? A show of hands?

TK: …eek, those numbers are kinda scary

Blu: -sigh- Don't remind me. Okay, to tell the truth, this has been a pain the arse to write. I've tried many other approaches to this epilogue thing…and have failed miserably at every single flippin' one but this one. I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this, and I know you all must have been pulling your hair out on seeing updates for stories for other shows. I'm really, REALLY sorry.

My final goodbye or w/e to you peeps is at the end of the chapter, since I don't wanna keep you any longer then I already have.

But remember, you still rock my socks!

PS: I want to explain the thing with Wolfwood being in the body of Millie and his son thing. When Legato removed the evil from his soul after he died, the good in his soul became the purest form connected to him in this world, which would be his unborn son at the age when Wolfwood himself lost his purity by killing his guardian…yeah...and stoof.

Also, this is a rare past tense chapter, seeing as it is allthird POV. I hope you still like it!

PPS: I hate the divider thingies that they have on the QuickEdit things, so I'm not using them. They space stoof weird

Read and Review, the only things left to do for this story.

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"Oi, Thompson."

Pick Pick Pick

"Oi! Thompson!"

Pick Pick Pick

"THOMPSON!"

Millie spun around to see the foreman, her boss, taping his leather shoe on the dirt of the soon-to-be-well floor. She jumped in surprise, dropped her pickax, and fell into a bow in one fluid motion. "SORRY, MR. FOREMAN!" she managed. "I didn't hear you!"

The Foreman rubbed his temple idly. "No, I didn't think so," he said in a tired tone. "Listen, Thompson. Your friend told me about your…your condition…so, you're free to go for—"

"WHAT?!" Millie wailed. She hurriedly picked up her pickax and held it to her chest. "No, Mr. Foreman! You just CAN'T fire me! My friend is still so weak, and we really need the money, and—"

"THOMPSON!" Her boss grabbed her broad shoulders and shook them. "I'm NOT laying you off! Calm down!" She let out a sigh of relief.

"That's good to hear!" she said happily.

"I said, 'you're free to go for today'," he repeated.

"But its only three, sir!" she said after glancing at her dust covered watch.

"I know that, Thompson," the Foreman replied, getting annoyed, "but your friend told me about…about your…"

"About my what?"

"Your BABY , Thompson!" he snapped. "Your baby!"

"OH!" She laughed. "Oh, I'm fine, really! He isn't due for months now!"

"Still," her boss told her, "best worker or no, I'm letting you go early from now on. I just can't let a pregnant woman work hard labor under good conscious, ya know?" He waited for her to shake her head 'yes', but she just stared at him, waiting for him to go on. "…Go home, Thompson," he barked before turning around. The Foreman shook his head as he climbed the crude stair case back up to the mouth of the well.

"She's hopeless," he muttered to himself. "Who ever knocked her up didn't know what he was getting into."

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Millie climbed out into the sunlight through the well. Shielding her eyes with her gloved hand, she looked into the blue sky and let out a content sigh. What a beautiful day, she thought to herself, a smile slowly parting her lips. A sweet gust of wind blew across her face, tousling her brown hair. The gale awoke the small flock of birds that were resting on the benches and the ground, scaring them into flight. "Wow…" she breathed, watching them fly away.

"MISS MILLIE!"

The former insurance girl looked down to see a young man climbing the ladder after her. "Brandon!" she cried, scrabbling to make way for him. Big Girl climbed over the side just as her coworker popped his head out of the mouth of the well.

"I'm glad I caught you before you left!" he told her breathlessly, climbing out to stand in front of her. She jumped back slightly when he shoved something into her arms. "I wanted to give you this," Brandon explained. She looked down to see what seemed like nothing more than a rusted lunch pail cradled in her arms. "Open it," he instructed in an excited whisper. She hesitated for a moment before unlatching the top.

A single white, long stemmed rose stared up at her, cushioned under a silky silver pillow.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

A breathless, "…How?" was all that left her mouth.

"My mother owns a flower shop a town over and she's always happy to get me some special flowers if I ask," he explained. "So…you like it?"

"…I…wow!" Millie stared down at the flower. She had never seen a real rose before. Of course she had seen pictures…but a REAL rose…

"…So…does this mean you'll go out on a date with me?" Brandon asked her hopefully. Her head violently smashed back into reality. She slammed the lunch pail shut and pushed it back into his arms.

"I-I'm sorry! I can't!" Millie said hurriedly. She then quickly spun around and headed off in the direction of the general store.

"Why?" Brandon asked, helplessly following her. "Did I say something wrong? Is the flower too much? I can always take it back if you want! Get you something you want! Is there any flower you like better? Lilies? Sunflowers? Daffa—"

"Listen, Brandon," Millie said, cutting him off. She turned around to face him, her eyes stern and serious. "I'm married."

"You're…"

"Married and having a child," she finished for him. They stared at each other for a moment before she broke the gaze and looked off to her left. "I can't go against my vows…so," she looked back up at him and gave him her signature smile, "it's really sweet of you, but I'm just not ready to see other people!" With that, she turned around and headed into the store, leaving the young man to gape after her.

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"Mrs. Wilson? Mrs. Wilson, are you home?"

Millie was waiting patiently on the doorstep of a rickety, old house. A very creepy, rickety, old house. She glanced around after a moment, feeling a little anxious. The house a ways from town, in a corner of a bluff, giving the property an eerie sense. One of the crows perched on the shingles called shrilly to her. She jumped. "Umm…Mrs. WILSON!" she repeated, pounding a little harder on the door.

"COMING!" a gruff, female voice snapped. "I'M COMING, DAMMIT!" Big Girl jumped back as the door swung open. Mrs. Wilson, a hunched over old lady, her spectacles nearly falling off her nose, drew out a rifle and aimed squarely at Millie's chest. "I WON'T GIVE MY LAND TO YA', YA' GREEDY LITTLE THEIVES!" the old woman bellowed, waving the fire arm around a little as she spoke. "THIS IS MY LAND, YA' GOT THAT?! MINE!"

"HI, MRS. WILSON!" Millie chirped happily, unfazed by the old woman's outburst or artillery. "I'm not here for you land, I'm just here to see Nick!" The old woman blinked, dropped her aim slightly, and pushed her moon shaped glasses back onto the bridge of her nose.

"Millie!" the older woman squealed, dropping the firearm completely and pulling the large woman before her into a hug. "Millie, my child, what a wonderful surprise!" Pulling away, Mrs. Wilson pushed her glasses back up again before motioning for her to enter her house. "Come in! Come in, child, before you burn to a crisp! Come in, and I'll make you some tea."

"Ceylon?" Millie asked hopefully, stepping off of the dusty porch and onto the welcome matt in front of the doorway.

"Of course, my dear, of course!" the older woman assured her as she pulled a cartridge out of her apron pocket and loaded it into the rifle. "Just one section, child." Holding up the rifle, her hands shaking slightly, Mrs. Wilson walked calmly down her porch steps and turned to look at her roof. A crow cocked its head to look at her. She smiled up at the bird as she cocked the firearm and aimed at it.

"FLY, YA' DEMONS FROM HELL!" Mrs. Wilson screeched, shooting wildly at the crows. "STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY HOUSE, YA' GOT THAT?!" Shingles shattered and fell, the birds shrieking and flying this way and that until none were left. Satisfied, the old woman dropped her aim and smiled devilishly. "AND STAY AWAY, YA' FILTHY CROWS!" Turning her attention back to her guest, Mrs. Wilson's smile became sweeter.

"Now, about that tea…"

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"He…gave you a rose?!"

Millie blushed and nodded. "Holy…" Mrs. Wilson muttered. "That's one wealthy sonovabitch right there." Millie's blush became deeper, her head dropping lower towards the table she was studying. "It's a good thing ya' turned him down, though," the old woman added in a bored tone, her mixing spoon motioning to the girl across from her. "Ya' just ain't ready for another long term relationship…even if the bastard's freaking loaded."

"…His mom owns a flower shop…" Millie corrected quietly, still staring at the table past her empty tea cup. "That's how he got the rose."

"…So he's just as broke as the last guy, eh?" She nodded. "Damn," Mrs. Wilson breathed. "And here I was hoping ya' could pay me out of the pig sty."

"But then who would look after Nick?!" Millie asked quickly. "I couldn't 'cause Mr. Vash is still weak and healing, and Sempai can't work 'cause she's too worried about Mr. Vash to concentrate on anything, so it's up to me to pay our expenses! If you—"

"Millie, dear, calm down!" the old lady insisted, motioning for the young woman to cool her jets. "I was just joking! I couldn't leave Martin if I wanted to! He'd haunt me to my grave!"

Millie giggled. Martin Wilson was Mrs. Wilson's former husband, who died years earlier. Unable to pay for his burial fee, Mrs. Wilson simply dug a grave herself and pushed her husband in. Slowly, one by one, people asked if she'd do the same for their dead relatives. The graves grew over the years until half a square ile of the Wilson property was filled.

The old widow glanced out the window. "It's getting dark, Mil'," Mrs. Wilson announced, using one of Big Girl's many nicknames. "We better hurry before it gets too late and that friend of yours comes to drag ya' home." Millie and Mrs. Wilson both stood, picked up their cups and saucers, and went into the kitchen to dump the china into the soapy sink. They then returned to the table to push in their chairs. Big Girl grabbed up her lunch pail as her elderly friend unlocked the back door. Chattering lightly, the two left the house and started walking down the rows of graves.

After twenty some minutes of just walking and talking through the sea of tombstones, the odd pair came across a fresh grave. Burned cigarette buds littered the ground around the headstone. Pulling a cigarette box and a beat up lighter with the letters 'WWJD' crudely carved on the side out of her pocket, Millie removed the last cigarette, lit it, and placed it on top of the cross-shaped grave marker.

"You are one weird child, ya' know that, Millie?" Mrs. Wilson muttered as if to herself, but loud enough for Big Girl to hear. Millie giggled.

"My big-big sister used to do this for our grandpa, only with a candle," she explained. "She'd light it right before she talked to him and blow it out when she'd get done. Nick likes cigarettes better, though, so I guess I'll use up his last pack for him."

"I take back what I said about ya' being weird," the widow muttered, shaking her head. "Now I see it's just genetic." Millie giggled again as the other woman turned to leave. "I'll leave you two lovebirds to talk."

"Thanks again, Mrs. Wilson!" Big Girl called over her shoulder. The old woman waved her off.

"Yeah, yeah."

Returning her attention to the grave, Millie kneeled and folded her hands in her lap. "Hello, Nicholas," she addressed the headstone brightly. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit lately, but Sempai has been too busy making sure Mr. Vash heals properly to get any work done, and we still need money for the rent, so I've been working over time on the well." Big Girl smiled. "We're getting really close! So close that if you put your ear to the ground just at the right place, you can hear the water running under the soil! I'm so excited! The foreman is letting me off early from now on, though, so we can talk more! Isn't that great?!" She smiled cheerfully at the grave and it stared back at her.

"So, how are you liking your new home?" she asked the grave. "I know Mr. Vash had to burn both of the bodies so that nasty Legato person couldn't use you again, but now that he's gone, I feel like it was kinda pointless. Do you mind though? Your ashes are here, but would you rather have your body?" She giggled light heartedly. "I guess that's a really silly question, isn't it?

"Mr. Vash is still unconscious, if you haven't guessed," she continued. "Sempai's stressing over his wounds, and she won't listen to me when I tell her he's probably just healing from the emotional pain. She says that's something she can't help him with now, so she doesn't want to think about it. She's just worried, though. Her heart is in the right place.

"I wish you were here to lighten the mood sometimes, though…You and I could work on the well together and you'd make Sempai laugh again, like you always did…And when Mr. Vash finally woke up, you'd be there to make him smile again too…" A single tear rolled down Millie's cheek, and she paused to wipe it away before continuing. "We all miss you so much, but we know it's what you would have wanted. I just wish…I just wish I could have been there to help...to say goodbye." A few more tears fell down her face, but she didn't pay them any attention. "I wish you could be here to see your son be born…I wish…I wish I could see you just one more time…

"But… I guess wishing will just get me no where right?" She smiled through the tears, her eyes sparking in the setting sun. "My little-big brother always said 'Wishing is for people who have no intention of getting things done', and everyone always said he was exactly right. I know I'll see you again so…so I guess I don't have to wish for you anymore." Standing, Big Girl bowed her head towards the grave. "I love you, Nicholas. I can wait for heaven." She then gingerly picked up the still glowing cigarette and snuffed it out on the top of the grave stone. After doing so, she kneeled again.

Slowly, she raised her hands in prayer. "Dear God…" she started. "Give Sempai the strength she needs while looking after Mr. Vash. She…she hasn't been eating hardly…or sleeping, and I'm worried. Also, send someone to look after Mr. Vash when wakes up. I know that he'll question himself when does wake up, and he needs someone to lead him. I suggest you send Nicholas, since he helped Mr. Vash so much before." She paused, not sure what else to say. "And…and please give me the strength to keep going now that Nicholas is gone and his son is coming into this world. I'm not…I'm not sure I can keep going if something happens again like it happened today. I'm scared…" A few more tears broke through and she held back a sob. "I'm so scared I'll forget him…" She paused. This wasn't what she wanted to say. Shaking her head, she tried to crack a smile. "I can't get all gloomy now!" she scolded herself. "Amen," she finished quickly before wiping away some of the tears.

"He sounds like a wonderful man."

She looked up to see a white handkerchief being held out by a tan hand. She followed the hand and found it was connected to an arm connected to a shoulder which balanced a familiar face. Brandon smiled down weakly at her. She smiled back and took the cloth that he was offering to her. "He was," Big Girl told him after she had wiped the last trace of the tears away.

"He'd have to be," Brandon replied, the smile turning into a grin as he took a seat beside her. Her smile just grew.

"Are you flirting with me again, Mr. Brandon?" she asked, giving him a slight shove with her shoulder. "You know I'm married!"

"No! I promise I'm not!" he replied quickly as he looked away, his face red. "I just mean, he'd have to be wonderful for you to be so attached to him."

"Well," she said, cocking her head to the side as she stared at the tombstone, "we went through a lot together, and he was always there for me when I needed some advice or just someone to talk to. He was…" she giggled, "he was my Mr. Priest!"

"A priest, eh?"

"Yupp!" she chirped. "My chain smoking, gun totting, full of mercy Mr. Priest!"

Brandon laughed. "What? No motorcycle?"

"He had a motorcycle!" Millie corrected. "Named it Angelina!" Her coworker's mouth fell open.

"You're kidding me."

"Nope," she chirped, smile growing. "He had three since they kept breaking down. He always said hanging around Mr. Vash was bad luck. Then I'd tell him I thought it was just more fun that way." He laughed again.

"I'm sure…well," Brandon pulled the white rose he had offered her early out of her his jacket, "I think this 'priest' of yours deserves this more then I do." Bending over to reach the grave, he set the rose down, its stem pushed into the dirt so it wouldn't blow away as easily. Millie smiled again.

"Thank you, Brandon," she said. "I know he'd just love it."

--Owari--

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Special Thanks To…

Hustino-kun: For not only beta reading the first version of this, which royally sucked, but beta reading this version as well. For sticking with me from the very beginning, giving me pointers, correcting my mistakes, and reviewing every chapter. I love you much –huggles-

T9-chan: For taking the time to read a few chapters, even if you weren't thrilled with the fluff, and for helping me out when I needed you by listening to my rabid plot bunnies –hands her a cookie-

Kenny-kun: For taking the time to read and review every chapter and for being my muse that got me through most of the harder chapters, even if your deny the fact you rock my socks –huggles-

Emily-chan: For listening to my plot bunnies during lunch and giving me what little input you can –huggles-

Reviewer Responses:

Hero O Donuts: I don't know if this was happy enough for you, but there you go, that's it! Hope you enjoyed it!

Tongarisangel: I hope this lived up to your expectations. I'm sad to see this end too. This is my baby…but tis all grown up now, and I have to let it go. Thanks again for taking the time to read this.

El Hustino: Ok, super long Review please! –big grin- just kidding XD You're right about Legato, he's a pain in the ass to write as, and yessh, I do remember that from writing this three months ago XD

Black Betty: Nope, never seen Fight Club, and Brad Pitt needs to burn –runs for her meaningless little life- DON'T HURT ME!!!!

IRS: -glares- you shh, Mr. Nitpick Man…although, I do remember getting you back! MWHAHA! Anywho, yessh, I am evil, but you'll just have to live with that, aren't you? I'm still thrilled that a great author such as yourself liked my little ficcie, so thankies again for taking the time to review…even if it was just to throw footwear at me…-is still picking dry mud out of her hair-

Magnet-Rose: …please tell me the minions have recovered by now? You know I hate to see the little guys upset! (TK: then why did you write that totally evil chapter?) Caz, I can, I did, and I wanted to, that's why! –kicks TK- now shut up! –hugs back- thank you for reading this!

Naruke: I had to end it sometime! …and yessh, there IS an epilogue! Tis right here!

InuBuggy: I'd feel better if you did throw shoes at me, tho, but I'm also glad you liked the ending, even tho I already told you what I'd do.

Neptune Butterfly: first off –give Kuro Neko some tuna and milk- GOOD KITTY! Anywho, I understand about being a bastard and messin up your review. It randomly decided it wanted to mess up my stories a while back and take out words! EVIL! …Anywho…are you doing any better? I didn't mean to put you into a coma! Really!

Gollum8Smeagol: Yeah, that whole thing about if Millie was awake to see Wolfwood die or not was a little hard for me to decide, but I like the way it turned out. It was also an issue in the epilogue that prolonged it; to base it right after the death or further down the road, and if the latter, how far? Very annoying! I hope you get to reading the epilogue, even if it took me so damn long!

KittyHakubi: See? Millie didn't loose her son, and she's fine. Yessh, I did off Nicky again, but I didn't want to screw up the story line too much. Thanks for reading even if I did go and kill Wolfie all over again.

Ali10: I'm glad you liked the last chapter so well, even if I did get a few bumps on the head for it XD Nick has always been noble, so I couldn't just forget about it! And he's always kawaii! –huggles her Wolfwood plush-

LegacyRBluesummers: Wonderfully putt! The best (and shortest) review I have ever gotten! I applaud you!

Gunslinger Neko: -shares some of her tissues with you- yessh, we fangirls must let him go…no matter how much we love him –sniffle- It was…the best thing to do –sniff sniffle- I LOVEDED YOU, WOLFIE! I LOVEDED YOU!!! (TK: …you were the one who killed him off, smart one) Oh, you shh!

GuruGuru: I'm too lazy to mark every chapter you reviewed, tho I have to say you scared the crap out of me by doing this. I had a heart attack in my chair! Wonderful birthday present! The best! Thankies for reading, it means the world! –huggles

Moneystarz: I'd be right there with out about the Legato torture, but then again, he'd probably like it…the sick bastard! Anywho, Millie's kid is fine and is going to be born, so no worries! I'm glad you liked this story so much, and I home you're okay now.

Horselvr517: …so you've only read to the forth chapter…hmm…well, here's your response! Get a good nights rest!

Well, that's everyone. I love you all for taking the time to review, and I love everyone else who took the time to read it as well. I'm glad you liked this fic, my baby, my masterpiece…and all that other sentimental crap. Well…GOD I'M SO HAPPY! 161 REVIEWS AND HOPEFULLY MORE AFTER I POST THIS! –does a little happy dance-

Oh, shameless plug. Look out for my next Trigun fic, Child's Play, after I finish the Case Closed one I'm doing. It ties into this one, mainly Wolfwood's flashbacks, and focuses on all the stoof that happens to our favorite priest before he stumbles across the insurance girls and their Humanoid Typhoon friend!

I hope you all will check that one out as well

Well, Sayonara, my friends! –sniffle-