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Title: The Return

Important Author Note: I have only seen the movies I have NEVER seen the tv-series so in that regard this fiction won't be correct. This is my FIRST tremor fic so be gentle please. I'm not sure how much time was supposed to have gone by between the 1st and 3rd movies. I know it was awhile but in this story it's only been six years since the first attack. This is AFTER the third.

Rating: PG-13 for thematic elements and violence. Just to be safe

Summary: Heather comes back to perfection but so did the graboids which of the two will get a second chance with Burt?

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the tremor movies or anything affiliated with it.

Burt sat at the perfection bus station kicking himself for being so stupid. Two days ago he received a phone call from what should be his ex-wife. She had never sent the papers and he never had either. It had been six years since he'd even heard from her and she called him and asked him to meet her here.

He should have said no but he was so happy to hear her voice he had agreed. He even cleaned himself up and now he was sitting on a bench in the killer sun wondering where she was.

There wasn't anybody around except a little girl. He had been watching her awhile she was around six years old with shockingly red hair in long curls. She had tiny little blue jeans and pink sneakers with a light purple t-shirt. He didn't like red hair never had really except Heather but something about the little girl was adorable. She had a cap gun and was chasing happily after a tumbleweed shooting at it.

"Bang you're dead" She shouted for the tenth time before the tumbleweed rolled away and she went after it again.

He was still watching her when he saw Heather cross the street from the market with a bottle of water. The little girl waved at her and she waved back smiling. She looked exactly as she had the day she left him. He stood and she smiled stepping onto the porch.

"Hi there" She smiled and he didn't say anything.

"I know you're probably wondering what I'm doing here" She didn't look nervous but she was.

"Yeah you could say that. I haven't heard a word from you in six years"

"Actually it's almost been seven" She looked at the ground and he sighed.

"What do you want Heather?"

He figured she finally wanted a divorce since she hadn't asked for one yet she probably wanted to get remarried but he honestly didn't know if he could do it.

"Why don't we sit down and talk" She motioned to the bench and he took a deep breath before going over to sit down with her.

"Heather...if you want a divorce..."She interrupted him.

"That's not why I'm here. Divorce it's messy and we're both so hard headed it would take years to resolve" He nodded.

"So why are you here?"

"What have you been up too?" She was stalling and he knew it.

The little girl was now emptying her gun into the cornered tumbleweed. Heather watched a second with a smile and then turned back to burt.

"You came all the way back here just to ask me what I've been doing?" She shrugged.

"Well the graboids came back...with legs...then wings...so hopefully they can't evolve anymore this town is finally making something of itself" She nodded.

"I can see that. It'd be a nice place to raise a family now...not like when we lived here"She took a drink of water.

"So...is that why you came back?" She shrugged again.

"Sort of"

She wanted kids when they were together he remembered that somehow it never seemed like the right time to him and he was always busy doing something else. a baby never crossed his mind. If he thought that starting a family now was why she came back he'd do it to keep her.

"Sort of?" She sighed.

"Yeah"

"Have you been at your sisters this whole time?" He asked and she shook her head.

"I stayed a few months then...we had a fight I left"

The little girl ran by again she tripped and fell and Heather jumped to her feet. The girl brushed herself off and took off again this time chasing a paper that was balled up and blowing around.

Heather sat back down and took a deep breath.

"There's something I have to tell you...you're not going to like it" He took a deep breath.

so she did want a divorce.

She waved and the little girl came trotting over to stand beside her and she put her arm around her.

"Burt...this is Gracie...she's your daughter"