Disclaimer- I don't own Trigun. I don't own Chrissy's death glare. I don't own 1-800-Lundberg. Danielle made it up. Mr. Lundberg is my 7th grade teacher. I might have forgotten to say that I don't own Boswell. That name is one the spine of my Algebra 1 textbook. I don't own Danielle and Rachel's fever checks.

I love all who reviewed! I forgot to mention that Andie helped me with the 'meeting Eric in the store' part. I give her props on that. Go Andie!

Chapter 4 Gun lessons, arguments, new arrivals, and certain blue-haired psychopaths

In the next few days that passed, whenever Heather was in the same room with Vash, he would look at her and cringe. And whenever Meryl and Vash were in the same room, they would look at each other and blush. Rachel made Heather come with her to Boswell every week to buy her usual ten tubes of black, liquid eyeliner.

Over the weeks, Knives healed more and more. One day, when Heather was talking to Vash about her current gun lessons, Rachel and Danielle were giving each other fever checks, and Eric was trying to get Meryl to marry him, they all heard Millie, who was watching over Knives, scream. Wolfwood, who was cooking rice in the kitchen, stopped everything and ran into Knives' closet like room followed by Vash, Meryl, Heather, Rachel, Danielle, and Eric.

"He's awake!" Millie ejaculated.

Vash ran to the bed that Knives was sitting up in. He was looking around the crowded room and into everyone's stunned faces. He stopped at Heather's face. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.

Heather pointed to herself. "Me? You're asking who I am?" she squealed. "I- I- I'm H- Heather. I know you!"

Rachel rolled her eyes. "How do you know me?" Knives asked.

Heather launched herself into an explanation of how their dimensions got all screwed up when the group of teens touched the Trigun DVD.

"What's Trigun?" Knives demanded.

Danielle opened her mouth to tell him, but Heather kicked her leg. "Shut up," she whispered sharply. "They don't know it's a cartoon. How would you feel if someone said you didn't really exist?"

"It's just a show on earth that Heather is obsessed with," explained Rachel.

"Shut up!" Heather covered blushing cheeks with her hands.

Eric pried her hands from her face. "Don't hide your pretty prink cheeks."

"Shut up, Eric. Go... make out with Danielle or something!" suggest Heather slyly.

Rachel bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. "Ok!" Eric agreed happily and started chasing Danielle out of the room.

"Heather! I'm going to kill you!" Danielle exclaimed from outside the house. Rachel doubled over, laughing her ass off.

"Don't deny our love, darling!" Eric pleaded from across the city.

Heather was smiling evilly. "We should go find them."

"Yeah," Rachel agreed. "We should. Before they do something regrettable."

"Why don't we just leave?" Wolfwood proposed.

"You know..." Meryl pondered. "We have been here for a while. I guess I'm really used to traveling around the planet trying to keep up with this guy here." She pointed to Vash. "It seems weird staying in one place."

"Yeah. I've always wanted to see the planet in a new light. If I travel among the humans, I might actually like them and reform," said Knives.

Heather cocked an eyebrow and started laughing. "You? Reform? Right."

"We should give him a chance," Millie urged.

"I agree. Everyone deserves a second chance," Vash pointed out.

"He's right, Heather," said Rachel.

"Fine, people. But I've got my eye on you!" Heather pointed her finger in Knives' face.

Just then, Eric walked in with a huge grin on his face followed by Danielle who kept wiping her mouth and gagging.

"Did you actually make out with her?" Rachel asked amazed.

Danielle glared at her. "What do you think?" She turned to Meryl. "Do you have a mint?" Meryl handed her one. "Thank you."

Rachel slammed her hand on Danielle's forehead. "Fever check! Are you feeling ok, Danielle? Is their any pain?" She poked Danielle's cheek. "Wheeeee!" Danielle crossed her arms angrily and glared at Rachel who stepped back. "Woh sorry!" The tall angry blonde girl looked at Heather for a second who smiled at her and winked.

"Let's get packing!" Millie jumped up and down. "This is going to be fun!"

"Where are we going?" Eric asked.

"Traveling! Knives is healed so we figured it would be ok. Maybe we'll find Chrissy, Andie, Stephanie, or, most importantly, Andie's Trigun DVD!" Heather exclaimed and ran to the living room where she kept the Boswell bag filled with her old and new clothes. "I'm ready!"

It took longer for Meryl, Vash, Millie, and Wolfwood to get ready. Knives didn't have anything to take. Eric and Danielle never went shopping. Rachel just rolled her eyes and picked her bag off the floor. "I'm ready."

When Millie, Wolfwood, Vash, and Meryl were ready, they bought nine bus tickets for the trip. "Where are we going?" Eric asked after they boarded the bus.

"I decided that we could go to May city. The quick draw tournament is in town!" Vash said happily.

"Oh no!" Meryl rubbed her temples. "AH NOT AGAIN! I'M HAVING UNHAPPY VISIONS HERE! I see this scene in my head, of hundreds of hot shot gunman out for the sixty billion double dollar reward!"

"It'll be ok. Don't worry. It'll be ok," Vash calmed her.

'Hasn't this happened before? Hmmm... deja vu..." Heather thought to herself. 'Wait. How do you spell that? Deja vu... deja voo... deja vooooo..."

"You haven't got a single clue have you?" Millie asked cheerfully.

"And you always say the strangest things..." Vash countered.

"Funny... The boss says the same thing," Millie pondered.

"Hey, Vash? Could I enter the tournament?" Heather asked hopefully.

"No," he said simply.

"Why not?" Heather whined.

"You could get hurt!"

"I'm ready! You've trained me well enough!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah huh!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yeah-"

"Shut up, you two!" Knives broke them up. "Vash. Let her enter."

"Yeah, Vash. You've trained her really well. Do you think of yourself as that bad of a teacher?" Wolfwood butted in.

"Both of you, stay out of this. She is not going into that tournament! She's only thirteen years old. She's not even allowed to enter," Vash argued.

"So? I don't look thirteen." Heather smiled mischievously.

Vash looked at Meryl for help but she was merciless, too. "I think Vash is afraid of a little competition. He's scared that a little thirteen year old is going to beat him."

"Ooh! That was a dis!" Eric smirked.

"Is everyone against me? Danielle?" Vash pleaded.

"I'm with Heather," she said.

"Ha! I win. You're acting like my mother, Vash," Heather scowled.

For the rest of journey, all was quiet. When the bus arrived in May city, our beloved travelers got off the bus and walked to the nearest hotel to rent a couple rooms: one for the girls and one for the boys. It was really hard because most of the rooms were booked because of the people arriving for the quick draw tournament. Once that chore was completed, Vash, Wolfwood, and Heather sent a sign in form to the head chairman of the program.

The day of the tournament dawned. Vash found Heather sitting on a park bench staring at the ground. "So? Are you ready?" he asked.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be? I'm not nervous! No! How could you say that? Do you doubt me?" she rambled angrily. Vash raised an eyebrow, sighed, shook his head, and walked away. Heather took a deep breath. "I'm good," she mumbled. "I am so ready."

"Oh, my God! Heather?" Heather heard a voice from in front of her. She looked up and gasped. "You are Heather! What happened to you?"

"Andie?! Holy cra- crud!" Heather exclaimed when she saw a tall girl with brown hair pulled back in a braid. The girl was wearing black tight pants and tank top. At her sides were two black guns and she was holding two evil looking whips in her hands. "Wait..." she though for a second. "Oh yeah! My mom's not here! No... My mom doesn't really care about that... Aha! Chrissy isn't here! So I can say-"

"Yes I am and no you can't."

"Oh hey, Chrissy. I didn't see you behind me, there," said the Lara Croft impersonator.

"Sorry, Chrissy," Heather sighed and closed her eyes. 'And just when I though I could cuss, Chrissy comes rolling in," she thought. "I love your outfit, Andie!" she declared.

"Why?" Andie asked.

"Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

"Uh... no." Andie looked down. "Oh my fu- freakin' God!"

Chrissy glared at her. "God is not freakin', Andie."

"Heather. You're going to be la- Who are you?" Rachel came up and jumped when she saw Andie but calmed down when she saw Chrissy. She squinted. Then tilted her head. Then leaned her head a little forward. "Oh! Hi, Andie! I love the look!"

"Thank you, Rachel. Your outfit is awesome, too!"

"Hi, Chrissy," Rachel waved. "Come on, Heather. Do you want to be disqualified?" She grabbed Heather's hand and dragged her to the area where Vash and Wolfwood were standing.

"Disqualified from what?" Andie asked Rachel who had come to sit on the bench Heather had previously occupied.

"The quick draw tournament," Rachel answered.

"Heather? She can shoot!"

"Now she can. Vash taught her."

"Heather must've been excited," said Chrissy.

"Actually, she didn't really act that insane."

"Right..." Chrissy looked at the place where Heather and Vash were standing. Heather was silently standing next to Vash without jumping up and down and hugging the life out of him. "Ok. I believe you."

Rachel got up and motioned for Andie and Chrissy to follow her. After introducing Chrissy and Andie to Vash, he rolled his eyes and sighed miserably. "Will it never end?!" Chrissy glared at him. "Oh! So this is the Chrissy Death Glare!" He stepped back into Wolfwood who hadn't noticed the new arrivals yet. "It's actually kind of... penetrating... and evil... and SCARY!!!" He ran to where Meryl was standing, hugged her, and started fake crying.

"TONGARI!!!" Wolfwood yelled.

Andie covered her mouth and screamed. "Oh God. Here it comes." Heather rubbed her forehead.

"WOLFWOOD!!! I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!!! I WISH TO BEAR YOUR TWENTY CHILDREN!!!"

"Wait! Aren't you the girl that fell on top of me and then ran away without saying sorry?" Wolfwood asked suspiciously.

"That was you? Aw man! Why did I have to run away? I love you!"

Wolfwood stepped back. "Sorry... I'm taken."

"YOU'RE WHAT?!"

"I think now would be a good time to run," Heather advised.

"I agree." Wolfwood dashed behind Millie.

Danielle and Eric walked up. "What happened to him?" Danielle asked.

"The better question is, what happened to you?" Heather smirked. "I mean you were right behind me, Danielle. Then you just," Heather looked at Eric. "Disappeared." Chrissy giggled.

"Yes, Eric. We'd also like to know where you went," Rachel raised her eyebrows.

The couple blushed and mumbled what sounded like an "I was just... going to the bathroom. Yeah. That's it."

"Whatever. I'm going to be late for this contest thingy. Wish me luck!"

"Good luck!" Everyone fake smiled. 'She is so going to die,' they thought.

"Yeah. That's real supportive guys."

"She can read minds?!" Chrissy and Andie simultaneously stepped back. Everybody else winced.

"Could you guys explain all of this to them? It would help, thanks," Heather turned around and bumped into somebody. "Oh my! I'm so..." she gasped. "Legato?!"

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