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Chapter 4:Meryl's POV
Unable to sleep, she rolls out of bed to wander around the house. It is good that Vash is back, she wanted him to come home and he did. She doesn't understand how he can want to save everyone, and even realizing that Knives is his brother, she is still not sure how come he is trying to save someone who sought to harm him. He had always been the odd one, the goof ball who manages to save the day, the quiet one who wants to protect, the serious one with way too much knowledge but a contradicting set of ideals.

Shaking her head as she passes their room, she can hear a soft whimpering coming from inside. Stopping, she puts her hand on the door but cannot bring herself to go in and check on him. Knives is in there too and she really does not want problems. Sighing, she places her forehead against the door, willing him to be okay, praying that he stops hurting. Eventually, the noise subsides and she heads into the kitchen as she realizes that everyone will probably be waking up soon for breakfast.

Knowing Vash, he is still planning on going today get their stuff. He is just far too determine not to, so she decides to make him a bunch of donuts to take with him. Hopefully she can talk him into getting a Thomas creature to ride so he can take it mostly easy.

The next couple hours pass in a blur before Milly comes stumbling into the kitchen to get some coffee. One of the first things to understand when living with Milly is not to try and talk with her before she has had her coffee. She is just not there for it since she is not a morning person.

As Milly sips on the cup, the both of them hear a loud crash as Vash comes stumbling in the room.

"I'm awake, morning insurance girls," he greets them as he nearly falls flat on his face stumbling into a chair. Shaking his head, he looks around exclaiming, "Something smells really tasty, can I get some?"

"You're silly Mr. Vash, of course you can get some. Miss Meryl loves to cook remember." Milly giggles as she finishes her coffee.

Meryl turns to look at him, eyes narrow as she takes in his worn appearance. Sighing, she shakes her head and sets a plate down in front of him full of eggs, bacon, and hash-browns. "Eat up, goofy, you need to keep your strength up to heal."

He glances up at her and for an unguarded moment his turquoise eyes seem to reflect happiness. "Thanks, short girl, it smells great."

After Milly finishes her coffee, she makes a small plate of food, and mutters something about going to take care of Knives.

Neither of them really pays any attention as the focus between them seems to cause the air to crackle with tension. The both of them seem to be aware of it, but neither of them knows how to start. As Vash finishes his second helping of food, she stands up and puts her plate in the sink before turning to face him.

"So are you still planning on going back into the desert?" she inquires. He nods, still chomping away at his food, "Well then, how about I get you a Thomas to ride so that you can take it easy?"

He glances at her, eyes widening just a little, "O…okay," he replies.

She nods and heads out without saying anything else. A few minutes later she returns and comes in and flashes a smile at him. "There is a Thomas outside for you to ride, its due back tomorrow night, will that be enough time?"

He glances back at her with a genuine smile, "It should be, I know where I am heading, thanks insurance girl."

She nods, smiling. "Are you done?" He nods and she takes care of the dishes. "Be careful alright? Come back safely."

Standing up, he comes over to where she is at the sink and puts a hand on her shoulder, "I should be back by early morning, please watch over Knives, he shouldn't be too much trouble since he can't move right now." She nods, not turning around to face him. "When I get back, we can have that talk okay?" Again she nods without say anything.

He turns slowly walking out of the room, before he has a chance to totally leave she mutters, "Hold on a minute, I made you some donuts to take with you." Nervously she grabs the bag, and turns around holding it out to him.

He turns to face her, a confused look on his face. "Thanks, short girl." Stepping back to her, he takes the bag, still watching her expression.

He looks like he is going to say something else, but she turns back around, waiting for him to go. Finally, he spins around and leaves the room. She hears him head to the bedroom and can hear him talking to Knives before he leaves. Time seems to stand still as she stands as the counter listening to the sounds in the house and to Vash ride away outside. She would help with his brother, cause that's what he wanted but why could she not bring herself to tell him what she was thinking? Was it really so hard to confess, to talk to him? Shaking her head, she sighs, she will have a chance to talk with him when he gets back.

Giving another shake of her head, she walks down to the boys room. When she gets there, Milly is carefully cleaning Knives wounds while he ignores her. Smiling to herself, she walks over to Vash's bed to get the blankets, they had not been changed since he showed up still bleeding. As she collects them, she is surprised to see that there is fresh blood on them. That means he was still bleeding when he left, then why did he leave?

"Damn that man," she mutters as she gets all the blanks and sheets. Turning towards the other bed where Knives was awkwardly laying with Milly fretting over him she demands, "Does his bedding need washed too?"

Milly looks up at her, her eyes wide, "Um, yes Miss Meryl, but don't worry, I will wash it in a little bit, after I am done so I can put new bedding down without getting blood on it."

Meryl nods, walking out of the room with her arms full of bedding. Frustrated, she decides to do what she has always done when feeling down, she cleans, and cleans hard. As she cleans she reflects on the blonde haired fool and hopes for the best.