I was reading a friend's fanfiction and this idea popped into my head. Yay for me! Sorry if I have some details wrong, I need to see the last episode again.

WAITING

She stood in the doorway, as she had done every day this week, waiting. She had never been this type of girl before, and had scoffed at the women that seemed to do nothing but wait for their lovers, as if there was nothing else to them but that other person. Couldn't they live life without them, she had wondered to herself then. She hadn't understood.

It wasn't that she couldn't live without Vash—in fact the question was more suitably whether or not she could live with him, knowing his wonderful luck—but that she simply didn't want to. And so she waited.

Millie was inside, resting after an especially tough day at the well. Meryl was expected to get the food on the table soon, she knew this. And yet she lingered, watching, and hoping, as if her desires would make him come back any faster.

Because he was coming back. She knew it, something deep inside her told her so, and she had never been an intuitive person at all. He couldn't be dead; she wouldn't accept it, not in a million years.

She was about to turn around, enter the house and spend another whole night of restless sleep thinking of him when she saw something in the distance. This wasn't the first time, even a small town like this got visitors. Even the fact that this person was walking on foot was not a rare event. Even so, her heart begins pounding desperately in her chest, and she forgets Millie inside, forgets the soup—that would no doubt taste like sand anyway—forgets the waiting, and runs.

Unfortunately, love makes idiots of us all. Meryl in her normal state would have logically figured out that should would never be able to reach a speck person in the distance. She would collapse of exhaustion long before then, and if this person wasn't Vash, and was some sort of rapist instead, she wouldn't be in an amazing state once she awoke. But she wasn't in her normal state, as the waiting she did every day proved.

She barely got out of the town before she collapsed, and got sand up her nose, in her mouth and down her shirt.

She awoke, not to the sight of a crazed rapist licking his lips, but to the sad, gentle eyes of Vash. And she couldn't help but smile—even though she had sand clogging her nose and in her eyes.

"I knew you wouldn't keep a girl like me waiting."