Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Mine ❯ Certain Uncertainties ( Chapter 26 )

 

Disclaimer: Hmmm... I own my kids (Because I made them) I own my husband, (Because the Marriage License says so) and I own a REALLY big mortgage. (Because I'm stupid and signed on the dotted line.) However I don't own Trigun. (Because if I did, I wouldn't have said mortgage.)

“blah blah” : talking

`blah blah' : thinking

“blah blah” : telepathic talking

blah blah : other misc. stuff.

 

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Forever Mine

Chapter 26: Certain Uncertainties

 

 

 

“Good morning, Sempai,” Milly chirped as she walked into kitchen and proceeded to pour herself a cup of coffee.

 

“Good Morning, Milly,” Meryl quietly murmured into her own cup.

 

“Gee… what's wrong and where's Mr. Vash?” the tall brunette asked as she sat down next to her partner at the kitchen table. Immediately noticing the basket full muffins sitting in the center of the table, she grabbed one before taking a big bite.

 

“Oh he… ahhh… went out to breakfast with his brother this morning,” the raven-haired woman sighed as she played with the muffin in front of her.

 

“Well that's nice.”

 

“Yeah, I suppose…”

 

“Sempai, are you upset because Mr. Vash isn't here to walk you down to the infirmary?” Milly asked after she took another bite from the blueberry baked goodness.

 

“I don't know… I guess so,” Meryl whispered before sighing again. Then looking up to her partner, she admitted, “I mean… I'm more disappointed, I suppose. Lately, it seems like he would rather not walk with me and has spent those spare moments with Knives or Jessica. It almost seems like he's avoiding me. Well… except when he thinks that he might have the opportunity to get me alone to… ahhh… you know.”

 

“Now Meryl, you know as well as I that's not true,” Milly scolded as she waged her index finger at her friend. “Mr. Vash has just been busy because of his Birthday party and besides, I think it's nice that his brother is willing to spend time with him. After all, he is who we are trying to help.”

 

“I know… it's just that…” she started before trailing off.

 

“Just what?”

 

“It's… mmm… well, we haven't had any time alone together since we got here and I… ahhh…” she trailed off again as her cheeks turned rosy over how awkward the situation was.

 

“Yes?”

 

“And I want to be alone with him,” she elaborated, looking back down to the table.

 

“Gee… there isn't anything wrong with that,” Milly declared with a smile. “As a matter of fact, I'm surprised that Mr. Vash doesn't just sleep over here.”

 

“Milly, I couldn't…”

 

“Why not?”

 

“BBB…Because… I would never do that to you,” Meryl stammered, snapping her head up.

 

“Oh Meryl… I don't care, besides, I sleep like a rock,” she replied as grabbed her friend hand and squeezed it. “Actually, if that bothers you so much, then why don't you just have the power turned back on in one of the empty apartments? There are several here, you know.” Milly simply supplied as she picked her coffee cup up with her unoccupied right hand.

 

“What?” the short-girl breathed, eyes going wide. She just realized that they could have spent there nights together the whole time they were here.

 

“Yeah, there are three floors of them remember, Sempai. Mr. Doc mentioned that when we arrived.”

 

“Oh God… I'm such an idiot,” she moaned as she let go of Milly's hand and placed her face in both of her own.

 

“Don't worry too much, Sempai. Mr. Vash obviously never thought of it either.”

 

“That's true,” she replied with a slight smile after lowering her hands to the surface of the table and pushing off to rise from her seat. “Well, I guess I should head down to the infirmary.”

 

“Wait for me Sempai,” Milly said, while moving from the table and placing their dishes in the sink. She then stepped over to the refrigerator and pulled out her lunch. “I may not be as much fun as Mr. Vash to walk with, but I'll go with ya'. Besides, I would like to see Miss Mac.”

 

“I would really like that, Milly!” Meryl smiled as she placed a linen napkin over the uneaten muffins and picked the basket up to take with her.

 

A few minutes later, the lovely ladies left their quarters and made the short trek to the infirmary while talking amicably about how rapidly the work on the well had progressed and how Milly figured they would probably hit water within the week.

 

“Oh yeah and foreman Kevin said that it would be alright if I come into work late, Thursday. Isn't that wonderful, Sempai? I can stay up late for Mr. Vash and Mr. Knives' party,” the big girl chirped ecstatically as they walked through the entrance to the Medical Ward. Both women saw McKenna wrapping a bandage around a little boy's hand as his mother watch on with a slightly pained expression.

 

“The next time you decide to cut an orange, young man, make sure you ask for permission first,” Mac advised, trying to caution him from doing something so unsafe. Then with a little laugh, she added, “And make sure you cut the orange instead of your palm.”

 

“I…I'm sorry, Miss Mac,” the seven year old said with a sniffle as he wiped his nose with is uninjured right hand. “I just wanted to make mom and dad some freshly squeezed juice for breakfast.”

 

“It's okay, just next time you promise to be more careful,” McKenna smiled as she rose from the stool, motioning that she was all done. She then looked to his mother and supplied, “He will be fine, Carla. Fortunately, with the location of the injury, he didn't cut any tendons, but with the stitches you will want to keep the wound clean and dry. Ummm… why don't you bring him back Thursday afternoon, so, I can make sure everything's a-okay? And, hopefully, we can remove the stitches in about ten days.”

 

“Will do McKenna, thank you, so much,” the pretty blonde smiled as she stepped up to her son and ruffled his hair. “Are you ready, mister?”

 

“Yeah… mom,” he whispered as he hopped down from the white chair. With a blush on his freckled cheeks, he stepped over to the auburn haired woman and quickly hugged her while mumbling a `thank you.' After breaking the embrace, he turned three shades redder over the show of affection before practically flying out the doors.

 

“I think Andrew has a crush,” his mother smiled before she thanked the lady doctor again and headed out the doors, as well.

 

“Good morning Meryl and Milly,” McKenna warmly greeted as brought her attention to the insurance girls, who were standing in the corner of the lab. “Where's Mr. Vash?”

 

“Oh he… ahhh… decided to go to breakfast with Knives,” Meryl responded as she and Milly walked up to the center island. “Have you eaten?”

 

“No, I didn't get a chance.”

 

“Well, I brought muffins… if you would like one,” the raven-haired beauty said as she set the basket on the counter top. “There are chocolate chip and blueberry.”

 

Oh you're a lifesaver, Meryl!” the redhead exclaimed before she pulled out a chocolate chip one and took a bite. “Oh, this is really good,” she moaned before adding, “I have coffee for us over on the far counter.”

 

“That little boy was really cute, Miss Mac,” Milly chirped as she sat on one of the stools around the island. “Does his family still live on the ship?”

 

“Yes, for now,” she replied as she headed over to the far counter and started to pour coffee in her cup. “I believe their home is almost complete, though. Would you like a cup also, Milly?” she asked as started to pour a cup for Meryl.

 

“No thanks, I'm gonna have to leave in a few minutes.”

 

“That's too bad,” Mac murmured as she brought the cups over to the center island and handed one Meryl before sitting down. “Are we still getting together tonight to help Jessica with the final preparations for the party?”

 

“Yes,” Meryl sighed after she took a sip from her cup. “Boy, she's going all out for this.”

 

“Yeah, that's Jessica for you,” laughed McKenna. “Her infatuation with Mr. Vash makes me wonder sometimes. Actually, I'm surprised that she hasn't figured out that you two are together, Meryl.”

 

“Well, I wouldn't really call us together,” Meryl unhappily mumbled.

 

“What's wrong?” Mac asked as her brow knitted with concern for her now close friend.

 

“She's just… well… discouraged,” Milly interjected after her partner looked down to her cup, instead of answering. “She and Mr. Vash haven't had the opportunity to be alone together.”

 

“Milly…” Meryl screeched as she snapped her head up to gaze her best friend while blushing profusely.

 

“What Sempai? Its true, isn't it?”

 

“Well yeah, but…”

 

“But what?” the big-girl provoked.

 

“You make it sound like I'm desperate!”

 

“Aren't you, Sempai?”

 

Meryl just stared with her mouth open at the taller woman, not believing that her best friend could be so frank about something so personal. After a moment, the petite beauty closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, while trying to bring up the courage to admit to the weakness. She then looked back down to her cup and muttered that Milly was correct.

 

Mac just watched the two with amusement crossing her features, trying to suppress the urge to laugh over the situation. After all, she knew exactly what Milly meant by saying `be alone together.' “So, is Knives and Jessica still getting in the way?” McKenna asked as her eyes still twinkled with laughter.

 

“Yeah, you could say that,” Meryl whispered. “I don't think we have been alone together for any longer than five minutes in over a week in a half. And he has only walked me down here twice last week.”

 

“Well maybe, he's feeling the strain also and is trying the keep his distance to relieve some of it,” the redhead threw in before taking a sip of her coffee. “Also, I know that Jessica has been constantly by his side because of the party and I'm sure that isn't helping any.”

 

“Maybe, he's actually interested in her and his hoping that I get the hint instead of telling me himself. You know how he is… never wanting to hurt anybody,” she forlornly muttered as she closed her eyes again, trying to keep the tears from falling.

 

“You don't really think that do you, Sempai?”

 

“Yeah Meryl, there is absolutely no way that cares for her like that. Besides, just yesterday you said that he was going to talk to her on Thursday about you two,” McKenna supplied, remembering the conversation from their shopping excursion.

 

“Yeah, I know,” she sighed before looking to her friends and smiling slightly. “I guess I'm just being a little overly dramatic, at least I hope.”

 

“Meryl, you know that Mr. Vash is crazy about you. He's probably just under a lot of pressure from everything and he just isn't thinking clearly,” Milly reprimanded as she shook her finger at the petite beauty for the second time that morning. “As a matter of fact, we clearly figured that out this morning when talking about the empty…oh yeah, I forgot! Miss Mac, is there a way to turn the power on to one of the vacant living quarters?”

 

“Sure, Doc could do that. Why?”

 

“No, Milly I'm not asking the Doc!” Meryl stammer, blushing yet again.

 

“Well Sempai, you said that you didn't feel comfortable having Mr. Vash spend the night at our place. So what else do you suggest?”

 

“Ummm… Milly, you could always stay with me,” McKenna suggested before mentioning, “I have a spare room and you can use it whenever you want too.”

 

“How about tonight?!” Milly chirped as she stood up and grabbed her lunch.

 

“No,” Meryl squeaked.

 

“Why not?” both women asked at the same time.

 

“BBB… Because I can't just do that…” she stuttered.

 

“Sempai…”

 

“Please Milly… I can't! I…I'm… that's too early,” Meryl whispered, not wanting to admit that she was afraid to set a definite time to lose her virginity.

 

“Well… how about this,” Mac started as she gave Meryl a comforting smile. “Mr. Vash's birthday is in two days. So, Milly can spend the night with me and if you decide to have Mr. Vash stay with you, that's great and if not then… no big deal.”

 

“That's a great idea, Miss Mac!” Milly happily agreed as she prepared to head to work. “Sempai, is that okay?”

 

“Yes,” she whispered after moment, still blushing profusely.

 

 

 

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A few hours later, two of the three lovely ladies found themselves sitting in front of the monitor on the center island. Since the insurance girl started helping the young doctor in the ward, Mac thought it would be beneficial for Meryl to learn some medical basics, distinguishing and setting broken bones, sewing stitches, applying proper tourniquets, etc. She taught her everything that would, not only be useful in the infirmary, but also be handy out in the desert, especially when a doctor/hospital wasn't readily available.

 

McKenna observed to her companion as she stared at the monitor. She was very glad to have found such a good friend, well two goods friends, including Milly. Meryl was a very strong person who was kind, loyal, and a very quick study. She even mastered stitching up wounds two days after she started assisting in the infirmary. `Probably because of Mr. Vash,' she thought with an internal chuckle.

 

“So, McKenna…”

 

“Yes Meryl?”

 

“Does it really hurt that much?” Meryl quietly asked.

 

“Does what?”

 

“Ummm… yyy…you know… it?”

 

“Oh…” the redhead started as comprehension dawned on her. With a sigh, she replied, “It usually does. I know it hurt the first time Michael and I did it, but it gets better.”

 

“Do you regret doing it… with him I mean?”

 

“Sometimes, I guess. I mean… I just wish I wouldn't have acted so rash. We were engaged only six months after meeting and he was away for two of those six months,” she said as she took her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Then once she set her glasses back into place, she added, “Though… I don't actually regret making love with him, it's more of the time frame and the betrayal part that I do. Plus…”

 

McKenna tried to continue, but unfortunately, she was interrupted by a voice in her head. With a roll of her eyes, she told Meryl that the pompous ass had just contacted her and that she had better reply or he might have a fit. Then with a sigh, she internally asked Knives what he wanted.

 

“Woman, I require scissors to cut my hair. You are to bring a pair down to me posthaste,” he autocratically advised her.

 

“Knives, if you would like to cut your hair, then you will need to come to the infirmary and ask for a pair nicely,” she replied matching his internal tone.

 

“Fine, I'll be there momentarily. I assume that you to be there waiting expectantly for my arrival.” And with that last statement, the arrogant Plant severed the connection, making his way to the medical ward.

 

“God, that man is exasperating,” McKenna muttered as she looked over to the raven-haired beauty and warned her of the pending arrival of her boyfriend's irritating brother.

 

True to his words, in exactly three minutes Knives confidently strode through the double doors and up to the center island to where the women were sitting. With an air of superiority, he looked to the ladies and waited for them to acknowledge his arrival.

 

“Good morning Knives,” Meryl greeted with a smile. “How was breakfast?”

 

“Meryl. Breakfast was tedious as usual,” he replied as he took in the funny look that crossed her face. With a hint of irritation in his voice, he asked, “What?”

 

“You said my name!” she exclaimed incredulously.

 

“Yes, Vash asked me too,” he sighed as he ran his left hand through his hair that was now lying haphazardly to his ears. He then looked to the other woman, who was purposely ignoring him, and with a scowl said, “Do you realize that you are showing me disrespect by not greeting me?”

 

“Sorry Mr. Knives…” she replied sarcastically, glaring at the Plant and crossing her arms over her chest. “Don't you have anything better to do than bother us already this morning?”

 

“Woman, don't try me. I just want the scissors and then I'll be away from your lowly self,” he snidely retorted.

 

“Yeah right,” McKenna mumbled before adding, “You'll just be back down here later. What? Did you finish those novel-discs that Meryl picked out for you from the library already?”

 

“Of course,” he arrogantly supplied as he placed his right hand on his blue denim clad hip while the left went to his eyebrow to rub the arched feature. “They were most definitely amusing choices. Humph… biographies on Hitler and Napoleon, surely you weren't comparing me to those spiders? There is absolutely no comparison.”

 

“Oh… of course not,” Meryl started sweetly. Then with a smirk, she added, “You are much taller than the two dictators.”

 

“And blonde,” Mac chimed in with a matching smirk, which made the platinum blonde narrow his eyes as he lowered his left hand to his hip.

 

“Though, I will admit. Both humans did have some valid points on world domination and the extermination of an inferior breed!”

 

“Ugh… whatever! Are you ready to get the scissors?” red asked as she rolled her eyes and stood from the stool. She started to head toward the double doors, while mumbling, “God I can't believe that you could actually cut your own hair. I surprised that you don't think that's beneath you, too!”

 

Upon hearing her grumbles, Knives crossed his own arms over his chest as a gleam appeared in his artic gaze. Then with a devilish smile, he declared, “For once, you are correct. That would be beneath me. Therefore, woman… you will cut my hair for me!”

 

“What?!” she screeched as she stopped and turned to the handsome blonde.

 

“You heard me.”

 

With a deep sigh, she grumbled, “Fine, but only if you agree not to be a pest any longer today.”

 

“I am never a pest. However, I will not grace you with my presence for the remainder of the day,” he conceded.

 

“Meryl, we will be in my quarters if you need me and I will be back shortly,” she said to the slightly shorter woman before huffily walking out of the infirmary without bothering to wait for Knives.

 

 

 

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“Here have a seat,” McKenna muttered, pulling out one of the chairs in the kitchen before quickly adding that she would be right back. Then without looking at the now silent man, she headed to the bathroom to grab her scissors and a couple of other items needed to cut his hair. Once she had everything together, the lady doctor strode back out into the main living area and stopped, while internally groaning at the alluring site.

 

There before her was Millions Knives who was in the process of shrugging off his navy button down. `What have I gotten myself into,' she thought as a blush crept to her cheeks. Mentally shaking off the distraction, she started her forward momentum again. Once reaching the table, McKenna set the things down that she collected, while quietly asking, “Knives, why did you take your shirt off? I brought a towel to wrap around your shoulders.”

 

“Woman, why do you bother asking such nonsense?” he asked back, sitting in the chair. “Obviously, I would rather keep the clippings off of my shirt and the best way to do that is to remove it.”

 

“Whatever,” she mumbled as he took off her lab coat and slung it over another chair. She then picked up the bath towel and wrapped it around his shoulders before grabbing the spray bottle. “Are you going to bitch if I wet your hair?”

 

“Only if the water is too cold,” he retorted with a smirk, which made Mac roll her eyes before she started to wet his hair. Once satisfied that it was ready to be cut, she set the bottle down and reached for the scissors.

 

“How short?” she asked, stepping around the chair to stand behind him. He sent her a mental image of him with shorter hair and told her that he expected it to be the same length. Exhaling deeply, she started cutting.

 

Knives sat there in silence as he felt her hands lightly run through the wet locks, while hearing the occasional snips coming from the shears. He closed his eyes letting his thoughts wander and breathed out in relaxation, enjoying her delicate touch. He hadn't let her get this close since he had left the ward and realized that he missed her softness, her warmth, her physical contact. Having McKenna close to him again was extremely dangerous, though, especially with the newly discovered want running through his veins.

 

After a few relaxing minutes, he felt her moving to stand in front him as she shyly stepped in between his opened legs to reach the front of his head. He opened his eyes to look up at the woman before him and saw her biting her lip nervously. While her eyes were giving away the fact that she was trying her best to concentrate on the task at hand. `At least this is affecting her, too,' Knives thought to himself as he felt her step closer before she lowered his head so that his nose almost touched her chest.

 

`Christ…' he internally groaned, taking in her scent. She smelled of lilacs in the spring with just a touch antiseptic from the ward. The shapely woman was rapidly turning the relaxing moment into something rather unsettling… into something sensual.

 

It was all intoxicating, her fingers in his hair, her scent, and her skin, all just a breath away. He breathed out as he closed his eyes trying to rid the sensations that were beginning to intensify. He clenched the hands that were lying on his thighs to stop the overpowering desire to touch the woman before him. `Was this what Vash was talking about earlier,' he wondered, realizing that his blood was singing with anticipation, much like Vash's when Meryl was around. He vaguely heard McKenna say she was finished as one thought came to mind…

 

An experiment.

 

Just as she was about to step back, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to him.

 

McKenna never felt anything so intense before in her life and she was only cutting his hair. His hair in her hands, his smell, and his magnetism was powerfully erotic. The thought of desiring him as much as she did was frightening, to the point, that she needed to break the spell, needed step away from the electrifying situation. But, instead of being able to do so, Knives grabbed her effectively pinning her within his strong embrace.

 

She felt as his hands began to slowly wander to her back as his breath on her chest made her skin tingle and flush in awareness. She dropped the scissors as she brought both of her hands up to his shoulders, pushing the towel away, the want to touch his bare skin, too tempting, to feel his muscular shoulders and back, too strong.

 

Chewing on her bottom lip, she started to caress his flesh, reveling in the feel of his powerful build, while wondering what it would feel like to have him inside of her, filling her, making her cry out in orgasm. At the thought, she felt his shoulders stiffen for a moment as he breathed shakily. She realized that Knives knew what she was thinking, but before she could fully analyze the thought, she felt his nose slowly making its way up to her neck as he lightly dragged his bottom lip along her over-sensitive flesh.

 

She gasped his name.

 

The lustful thoughts running throughout McKenna were almost his undoing. Knives needed to touch more of her, all of her, as he slowly moved up her heated skin. The desire to taste her lips became overwhelming as he inched loser to her full and parted mouth. Then he heard his name, coming from those luscious lips and he knew that she was his to claim, to possess. Whenever he was ready, she would be there waiting eagerly, even if her pride wouldn't let her admit it. He would make her, though, and he internally smiled at the prospect. But, for now, he wanted to kiss her…

 

Badly.

 

Pulling away, he brought his heated gaze up to her lips and watched her lick them in anticipation. Then he heard it, the intercom. It was like a dip in the frigid pond in his rec room, instantly bringing him back to his senses. Knives roughly pushed her away as he swiftly rose from the chair and ran his hand through his now cropped locks, while muttering, “What the hell was I doing.”

 

Breathing heavily from the encounter and shock, McKenna quickly strode over to the intercom and answered the caller, while trying to control herself. “This is Mac,” she said breathlessly while glancing over to the Plant and saw him putting his shirt back on.

 

“McKenna, I need you in the lab, now. There's been an accident,” Meryl cried as her frantic voice filled the space.

 

“I'm coming,” McKenna hastily replied before flying out the door as Knives followed close behind.