Okay guys, So far I've sold four guns at the shop...However one of them was a shotgun I sold to myself from the shop, so I don't count it.

Jems POV

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" Jem was hooting and hollering when he heard the news.

He had been on the campaign trail for months. And even he was shocked at how well he was doing. People in Mantle were tired of getting shit on by the Atlesian politicians. And most importantly they were tired of career politicians who talked a big game but didn't deliver. But that wasn't what had Jem celebrating. The race was still on. Nobody had been elected yet. But there had been a very interesting piece of good news.

Jacques Schnee was also running.

Jem couldn't help but smile at the news that he had been waiting to hear.

So far things were working out like on the show.

Minus a few instances.

Lost Liberty had a few run ins with the happy hunttresses. And both sides didn't necessarily get along. The Huntresses thought that Jem's group was a bunch of cowboys who cared more about the adrenaline rush than helping the people. And Jem's group thought the happy huntresses were a bunch of blowhards who liked to talk a big game but wouldn't throw down if someone threatened them.

Except Fiona, but that was because Jem found her adorable.

The two had a really weird friendship.

Two Months Ago

"Look Marigold, my guys were already here helping out, no need to get snippy." Jem had heard news about how there had been an accident in the area, so he came down here with his militia to help out.

"Oh Please, you're just here to score campaign points!" May said as she glared at the man.

"I could make the same argument against you, didn't Robyn send you down here? Well tell her she sent you a little late, we took care of the brunt of the problem, if you want to help out rather than bitch us out, then feel free too. But if you're just gonna stand there and insult us, then kindly get the hell out." Jem said as the two groups were glaring at each other.

"Uhm guys?" A shy sheep faunus said as she poked her head out.

"I think he has a point, we all came down here to help them out, why don't we just focus on that?" Fiona said as Jem looked at her and back at May.

"I like her, she is so much nicer than everyone else." Jem said as the sheep faunus gave out a smile.

"Thank you for the kind words Mr. Cotton." She said as Jem waved it off.

"No need for that, you can call me Jem."

May couldn't help but be a little irritated at Fiona. While she didn't doubt the girls loyalty to Robyn, she didn't like the idea of Fiona intermingling with her politicial rivals. Especially because Robyn was convinced he was a threat to her campaign. May didn't like her simply because he was brash, loud, and he knew nothing about politics. He didn't know how to contain himself, and based on how he just talked to her, he obviously didn't know how to talk as a politician. He was a brash asshole.

And she hated that people loved that about him.

"Hey Fiona, if you want, we're planning on having a BBQ later, you want to come?" May was knocked out of her stupor as she realized Fiona was happily chatting with Lost Liberty.

"Theres...not going to be lamb chops are there?" She asked as Jem laughed a little.

"No, just standard beef, pork, chicken. We're also going to get some target practice in." He said as Fiona thought it over.

"Okay, but all I have is my cr-" Jem cut her off.

"Don't worry, we got plenty for you to shoot, thats not a problem."

May REALLY didn't like this guy.

Back with Jem

Since then, he had quite a few run ins with Fiona. Mostly at mutual hang out spots. It pissed May off to no end. But Fiona was a pretty cool girl. She was a little wary the first time she met Winter. But when she met Nala, that fear went away almost instantly. Jem may not get along with the rest of the happy huntresses, but he was glad he was at least on good terms with Fiona.

"Man, I cannot wait to debate him!" Jem said as Winter sighed.

"Can you PLEASE try to act befitting of a candidate during the debate?" She asked as she knew he was ready to just drop some F bombs at Jacques.

"Nope, best I can do is a tasteful way to tell him to go fuck himself." Jem said as he was going over insults in his head.

"You know that might negatively effect your campaign right?"

"Winter I've literally been running this whole campaign dressed like Wyatt Earp and just being myself, at this point if I go too professional it would probably be detrimental." He said as he got his gun belt out.

"But if it makes you feel any better, I'll try to tone down the insults." He said as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, you don't have to be TOO gentle with him." Winter was no fan of her father.

She didn't quite understand WHY he wanted to run this time though. While its true there had still been the Grimm incursions happening across the globe, it hadn't been to the same scale as before. So far unlike in the show, They didn't see those huge veins of grimm infested pools spreading out over the land. But Winter had been getting called out on more missions lately. So things were far from perfect.

The only thing she was certain of was one thing.

Robyn Hill was going to be elected this time.

As much as she loved Jem, she couldn't see him winning. At most he would take votes away from Jacques. And Watts wouldn't be able to rig it so easily this time. So while she knew Robyn was going to win, she was going to keep humoring Jem. After all, this got him out of the house and actually talking to people. And his work had been having a positive effect on some people. So it was a win/win situation for everybody involved. She just hoped that after the election was over they could all go back to being friends.

However somewhere back in Jem's world, a lot of people started laughing for no reason.

"Dad, do you think after you win that we could cook up that sirloin you've been saving?" Nala asked as Jem smiled.

One of the benefits Jem had to running this campaign was a local butcher shop endorsed him and had given him a gift of a 72 oz sirloin. But as much as Jem hated to admit it, he wasn't nearly man enough to finish it all by himself. That honor still belonged to Bobby Hill.

So instead he was gonna grill it up after the campaign was over.

"Nala trust me, after this whole thing is over, win or lose, we're cooking that thing up. And I'll even smoke a brisket beforehand." Nala beamed at that.

Jem loved his little lion faunus daughter. He swore, when they got back to the states, the very first thing he was gonna do was take her down to Texas.

His mouth watered as he remembered that one guy cooking out of a trailer

"John's Meat Wagon: You can't beat my meat" He remembered that sign so well.

You had to place an order 18 hours prior because of how long he smoked the meat for.

And it was delicious.

Either way win or lose. They were still a family at the end.

Okay guys, sorry for another filler chapter, but I was just trying to get something out.

In all honesty, I've been busy, working full time at my regular job and part time at the gun store has been pretty busy. I also took a scuba course and got my open water diver certification all done. I was trying to get my hunting license for Illinois but couldn't find a field day for it.

And sadly the house I was looking at was sold. So back to the drawing board.

I'll be honest, sometimes I'm confused as to why I'm still in Illinois, all my plans to move out have gone wrong. So it makes me wonder if God is keeping me in Illinois for a reason.

I guess only time will tell.

Either way, I'm focusing more on my personal life, so I won't be writing as much. But I'll try to squeeze out a chapter here and there.