Disclaimer- Don't own Trigun, or The Ring, or Lilo. I own a pair of Converse! I'm so happy! I don't own the fanfic Survive the Night. I had some of my friends read it and we use it to describe something gross now. You'll hear an example when you read this. I also don't own Hal Sparks. Danielle wishes she did.

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Chapter 3 Danielle's Here!

"Danielle?!" Heather exclaimed. "I've missed you so much!"

"Do I know you?" the new arrival asked confused.

"Yes! It's me, Heather!"

Danielle's eyes went wide. "No, you're not! Heather is 13 years old with brownish redish hair. Her eyes are brown, not aqua. She has braces, you don't!"

"That is Heather, Danielle. I'm Rachel. I know you may be a little freaked out but we're not joking. Ask us anything," Rachel stepped up to explain.

"Ray Ray Fluff Bunny! How are you doing, Freckleface?" Danielle teased using the both names Rachel hated so much.

"Don't you mean former Freckleface? My beautiful face is pale and unblemished now. I have no more stupid angel kisses! Neither does Heather."

"You look like that girl Samara from 'The Ring'." Danielle stepped back. "It's actually kind of freaky."

"You do know that Samara is played by the voice of Lilo," Rachel said slowly.

"Duh! I'm the one who told you that, stupid!" Danielle pointed out. "Anyway, you cannot be Heather! Are you Vash?"

Heather looked at Danielle weirdly and glared at her questioningly. "Are you calling me a man?!" she exclaimed loudly.

At the sound of Heather's voice, Vash came running over with four doughnuts stuffed in his mouth and Meryl trailing behind him holding her derringers. He swallowed the doughnuts and said worriedly, "Are you ok, Heather? Did someone hurt you?" He started fussing over her but stopped at the sight of Eric and Danielle. "It was you wasn't it? How dare you hurt my love!" Four pairs of eyes stared back at him. Meryl sighed and holstered her derringers.

Eric frowned. "No! She's mine!"

Danielle was speechless. 'What in God's name is going on here?' she asked herself.

Rachel read her mind. "That's what we were trying to explain. This girl that Eric and Vash are glaring at each other for is really Heather, despite your doubts. Wow! This place makes me sound smart!" She smiled and put her fist in the air. "Cool!"

"Oh! Why didn't you say so? Hi, Horse poop shoveler! Vash loves you! Aren't you happy?"

Heather leaned over and whispered to Danielle, "He thinks I'm twenty or something. It's kind of scary and disturbing."

"Well, you look twenty," Danielle whispered back.

"Heather..." Rachel said. "You should seriously stop your boyfriends before they kill each other. You're the only one who has any power over them."

Eric and Vash turned to Heather at the b-word. "Boyfriend? That's me!"

"Whatever. This is confusing me," said Meryl massaging her head.

"I, for one, have some shopping to do," said Heather turning back to the women's department. Rachel turned back to the black tank top and miniskirt she was bent on buying. Meryl followed Vash to buy more doughnuts for him. Danielle walked to the magazine sale rack. She's such a tabloid junkie. Eric followed Heather to the lingerie area pointing to this thong and that bra that Heather should buy. Of course she didn't listen. "Whoever would opt for a personal wedgie is beyond me," she said.

"But it would look so sexy on your new figure!" Eric said and smiled at Heather's new beet red complexion. "Uh oh! It's a Chrissy Death Glare! Run for you lives!" he exclaimed and took his own advice.

Heather sighed and walked over to the clothes. She picked out a pair of dark blue boot cut flared jeans and a red t-shirt that said, "Looking Good." It had three boxes with a monkey smiling and driving a car in each one. Heather walked to the men's shoe section and bought a pair of red all-star high top Converse shoes.

She walked to the sales clerk to buy the items. Rachel soon appeared holding a black tank top, a black miniskirt, and a high heeled, knee high, black, leather boots. "Cute," Rachel observed.

"Same to you," said Heather. "Thank you, sir." She took the bag with her newly bought stuff from the clerks shaking hands.

"N- no p- pro- problem," he stuttered, wringing his hands in his apron wishing he didn't have taped up glasses with cracked lenses and a collared, button-up shirt with a pink apron over it. "C- come a- again t- t- to B- Boswell's a- anyt- time." Heather smiled at him unsurely but nodded her head politely and walked away sharing a glance with Rachel who's eyebrows were raised so high, they practically reached her hairline.

When Rachel finished counting out the bills to pay for her outfit, she caught up with Heather on her way to the dressing rooms and smirked. "Ooh! Heather's got a new boyfriend to add to the list. C- come a- anytime, s- sweet d- d- darling," she mocked the poor salesman. "His glasses were fogging up! How on Earth –er- Gunsmoke can you have that affect on so many men?"

"I don't know. Nerds have a thing for me, I guess."

"Hey!" Vash and Eric came up behind her and pouted. "We're not nerds!"

Heather sighed for the thousandth time and closed her eyes sadly. "I rest my case." She stepped into the woman's dressing room and Rachel followed ready to try on her fabulous pick... more black...

Vash and Eric applauded jumped from the comfy armchairs provided by the store when Heather stepped out. She gasped at their sudden movement. "You scared the bageebies out of me!"

Vash cocked an eyebrow. "The what?"

"Never mind." Just then, Rachel stepped out and struck a pose.

"What? No applause for me?" Everyone blinked. "Psh! Fine!" She glared at Heather.

"I would run, darling," said Eric. "It's the Chrissy De-"

"Got it! Running!" exclaimed Heather and proceeded in tossing her bag of old clothes to Vash and running out of the building.

"Yeah! I got it! This probably means we'll get married! I caught the clothes bag!" Vash smiled and ran after Heather yelling, "Wait for me, sweetheart!"

"No! Wait! She's mine!" Eric screamed after him and bolted out the door.

Meryl walked up to Rachel and blinked. Danielle stepped up behind them. "Is this going to happen a lot?" she asked.

Rachel and Meryl just nodded sadly and followed the love triangle out the door. Danielle sighed and followed them.

One by one, Heather, Vash, Eric, Meryl, Rachel, and Danielle stepped into the run-down house. Danielle looked around, "What a uh... nice place you've got here," she said.

Meryl eyed her. "I know. It's a shitty house, but it's the only thing we can afford with only two of us working minimal wages," she said.

"Oh." Danielle looked down guiltily. She didn't know it was that bad. Of course she hadn't seen all of Trigun.

"I like it! I love the color scheme and the way you decided where all the furniture goes and all that," said Eric.

"Please don't ever talk like that again," pleaded Danielle.

"Why not? Wait... You're so mean!" Eric crossed his arms and pouted.

"Where do you think Wolfwood and Millie are?" asked Meryl.

"Let's check with Knives," suggested Vash and walked to the guest room with Meryl behind him.

"Good. They're finally gone," Danielle whispered. "Now what is going on?"

"We think it has something to do with Andie's Trigun DVD. So far, everyone who's touched it has been arriving here. Heather first. Then me, Eric, and you," Rachel replied helpfully.

"Did they just ask where Wolfwood was? I thought he died," Danielle though aloud.

"Rachel and I agreed that him coming to life might have something to do with us coming here. We screwed up our dimensions somehow," Heather answered.

Rachel smiled. "That must mean..."

"Oh God. Here it comes," Heather closed her eyes and thought about Vash without any clothes on. She smiled and drool dripped from her now slightly open mouth.

"Legato might come back!" Rachel exclaimed ecstatically.

Eric covered her mouth quickly. "Shh! You might make them come back," he whispered harshly.

Rachel pried his hand from her mouth. "Don't touch me, Eric." Her eyes glowed a dully.

Eric leaned back, scared. 'Hoowee!'

"That's so cool, Rachel. You and Heather are so lucky. You guys all got the best makeover of your lives. I still can't comprehend the fact that Heather is now a blonde. That's just scary," said Danielle.

"I think it suits her," said Eric. He stared lovingly at Heather's drooling mouth and licked his lips.

"You'd better be careful, Eric." Rachel smirked. "Stephanie will be here soon." Eric groaned.

Meryl stifled a giggle at the sight before her. Vash bit his lip to stop himself from bursting out in laughter. Wolfwood had fallen asleep sitting up against the wall. It seemed harmless enough until you looked at the body in his lap. Millie was sitting in his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck and his arms were draped loosely around her shoulders. Millie's head was resting on Wolfwood's chest. Both had soft content smiles on their faces.

"That is so cute," Meryl said quietly.

"They look so happy. I'm just scared that it will all go away," Vash frowned sadly.

"What do you mean? Do you think that when these kids leave, Wolfwood will leave, too?" Her eyes held so much sadness. Vash didn't want to tell her his thoughts on the subject.

"Let's not think about it and treasure these days we still have." Vash hesitantly placed an arm over Meryl's shoulders reassuringly. They walked back into the living room.

Wolfwood cracked an eye open. 'I wish this moment could last forever,' he thought to himself. The man in black looked down at the girl in his arms. He loved her so much.

"You will not believe what position we caught a certain preacher in!" Vash yelled causing the group of young friends to jump away from each other and stop their whispering.

"I don't think we want to know," Rachel said thinking of some other kind of position.

Heather looked at her disgustingly. "Ew! I don't think Vash would be excited to tell us that Tongari!"

"Well I didn't know, Poomba!" said Rachel.

"Timon!"

"Hearther!"

"Ray Ray Fluff Bunny!"

Rachel gasped. "Heather Feather!"

Heather glared. Both of their eyes flashed a fiery red. They stared at one another for a minute. Everyone else was afraid of what they might do with their newfound destructive powers. Heather and Rachel just laughed. It was funny how their friends were suddenly fearful of them.

Eric and Danielle looked at each other and joined Heather and Rachel. They laughed at their ridiculousness. Of course they knew Rachel and Heather would never hurt them. What were they thinking? Meryl and Vash shared a look. They had no clue what was going on but they joined in anyway.

When everyone calmed down, Danielle broke the silence by asking, "You know who's really hot?" She smiled mischievously.

"Don't ask!" Heather tried to stop him but the order came too late.

"Who?" Vash asked hoping it was he.

Rachel, Eric, and Heather groaned. "Hal Sparks!" Danielle declared. "I know everything about him! His pant size is 29 waist by 32 long. His birthday is September 25! That's Chrissy's birthday, too! His favorite color is red, like yours. I forgot what his name is in Chinese but it means Harrison Ford..."

"Why did you have to get her started?" Rachel whined.

"Who-"Heather cut him off by covering his lips with her own and placing her hand behind his head so he couldn't pull away. He tasted like doughnuts... hmm... yummy...

Eric and Meryl gaped wide-eyed. Rachel practically fainted but thought happily, "Hey. At least it got his mind off of who Hal is and it shut Danielle up.'

After hearing Danielle stop her incessent rambling, Heather pulled away. Vash's arms were around her waist. "Could you, uh..."

"Oh, sorry." He let her go. "What was that for?" he asked smiling.

"What do you think? It was to shut you up, shut Danielle up, and I just wanted to know what it felt like." She grinned sheepishly. She then suddenly and so swiftly no one could see, she pulled her two golden guns out of the Boswell bag that held her sailor scout outfit, pointed them at Vash, and glared. "Teach me how to use these things or I will shoot you. I'll try not to kill you, of course, but I don't know how to use a gun so I might accidentally kill you." She smirked. "You could try to dodge it. But did you see how fast I pulled these out? I've seen you move, Vash. I am much faster."

Vash held his hands up in surrender. "Ok ok! Thou shall-"

"Not kill. Got it," Heather finished for him.

"Are you psychic?" Meryl asked.

"Maybe..." the dangerously clever girl grinned. "Now, um, how do I check to see if this thing is loaded?" she asked Vash.

He stepped over, grabbed the guns, and checked their barrels. Vash raised his eyebrow and showed her the golden objects. They were empty. Heather scratched the back of her neck nervously. "Heh heh heh."

Eric and Danielle stepped back away from the two Trigun characters and the two more freakishly weird than ever girls and said, "We're just going to go..." They turned and ran out the door.

"Don't worry about them. More than likely, they just wanted time alone so they could make out in an ally or something." Rachel snorted.

"Ew!" Heather closed her eyes tightly. "Survive the Night images! Get them out! Get them out!"

Vash looked at Rachel questioningly. "You don't want to know," she said and rolled her eyes. "See, Heather? I'm rolling my eyes at you!"

But Heather didn't see. She was too busy trying to imaging pink ponies again to get the Eric and Danielle surviving the night images out of her head.

"Is she ok?" Meryl asked. "She looks a little pale."

"She'll be fine. Watch this," Rachel walked in front of Heather, put her hands on the hyperventilating girl's shoulders, and said, "Vash in a bikini!"

Heather started giggling. She snorted and started laughing hysterically. Meryl closed her eyes and saw the image in her head and cracked up. Vash blushed. "Hey!"

"It's an inside joke," Rachel explained. "You're not a girl. You wouldn't understand."

Meryl and Heather calmed down. "I still don't see what's so funny!" Vash yelled just to start Heather and Meryl's nonstop snorting and giggling. Vash frowned. "You guys are being mean."

"Poor baby!" Rachel grabbed his hand and started petting it. "There, there, dear."

By now, Meryl had calmed down a little but Heather was rolling on the floor laughing her ass off. "I don't get it," Vash said.

Heather took a deep breath. "It's an adult joke you wouldn't understand," she said. Rachel gave off a short laugh.

"I'm hurt, Heather," Vash looked down sadly and wiped away an imaginary tear.

"Aw! I still love you!"

"You do?" Vash jumped forward and grabbed Heather's hands.

"Um... I love you like I love all of my friends. To me, Vash, you are just a fantasy. You're the star of one of my favorite shows. Now that I'm here, I realize that you and Meryl are so cute for each other!" The mentioned couple blushed and looked away from each other. "Besides, I'm only thirteen years old."

"You're how old?!" Vash and Meryl asked simultaneously. This just triggered more laughter on Rachel's part.

I wanted to stop writing at so many different spots in this chapter but I was on a roll! Thank me for the long chapter. My fingers hurt. You might not really get some of this stuff because my friends are weird. I tried to explain them as much as possible. They say I depict them very well. This is really what they would do and say in this situation. Except for the fact that Eric isn't really obsessed with me. He just acts like it sometimes and I thought it would be a funny add in to this little bit of plot less crap. I hope you like it! Please tell me if this crap smells bad or if it's winterfresh! Review please!!! I have so much more to write!