A/N: Okay, so I was on TV Tropes, when I saw this Fridge Horror thing about 6teen, based on the episode "Employee Of the Month" when Chrissy attempts to brainwash Nikki into being the perfect Khaki Barn employee. The site theorized that Kristen and Kirsten may have had that happen to them and just didn't have friends to snap them out of it, which would explain why they can't seem to think for themselves and why they attach themselves to Nikki when Chrissy leaves for an episode. It even suggests that Chrissy SHOULD have been brainwashed, but pretends that she already thinks that way to stop someone from the higher powers doing it to her. Well, I was thinking, what if I wrote a story about that?

Then I thought of Meg from Family Guy. She needs a new life. The Khaki Barn needs a new employee now that Nikki's moved away. Put them together, and you've got this! And I decided to make Meg seventeen here, since I don't remember her turning eighteen but I remember her seventeenth birthday (her parents couldn't remember how old she was turning).

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Family Guy or 6teen.

"If someone from the outside world could see the way you treat me, you would be in jail!"

The eldest Griffin child heard her own words ringing inside her head, that day she'd blown up at her family. It wasn't wrong, what she'd said, but she'd climbed down and apologized at the end, thinking that the only way to keep her family together was to resign herself to the fact that she would always be their punching bag.

But now Meg Griffin knew better. When it got down to it, she deserved better. No one deserved to be a punching bag, and now, she had ten months of her life left until she became an adult. And she had just given evidence against her father, for child abuse. It wasn't just the way he'd hurt her, either.

Chris was just a much a victim as she was, Meg knew. The time Peter attempted to marry him for money was proof of that. She looked over at her little brother, who was at the front of the court with her. He was crying, because he knew that they were going to be taken away from their parents. Meg wasn't crying – she had already accepted this, and was sure it would be for the best. She still felt a little bit sad, but there was no way she was going to lose her composure. Not here, not in front of these people.

Lois could have stayed out of the case, if she'd wanted, and kept raising the family on her own, but when Peter had first been arrested, she'd broken down and insisted that she was guilty too. Meg respected her for that, at least. Although, she'd tried to backtrack and put a good fight when the lawmen took their children away. If she hadn't already condemned herself, treating Stewie like a cloth in a tug-of-war was enough.

And on that note, Meg looked down at her baby brother, who was on her lap, taking in everything that was going on silently. Stewie wasn't really a baby anymore, but in a way, he was the nicest to her in her whole family. Mainly because he didn't talk to her, but he was always pleased when she took care of him.

The courtscene ended after Peter's sentence was announced, and the man was led away. Lois was taken away too, tears in her eyes as she tore away to catch one last glimpse of her daughter and sons.

The kids' social worker, Kyle, stood up, trying to give them a sympathetic smile. "Come on, kids. We've already found places for all three of you."

It was only when they were outside when he dropped the bombshell. "The only thing is, we're going to have to split you up."

Chris burst into fresh tears. "No! I already lost Mom and Dad! I don't wanna lose my brother and sister, too!" He tried to hug Meg, but she wouldn't let him.

"Chris, I'd be leaving home in ten months anyway." she reasoned. "Nothing will really have changed. And...even if I'm not here, I'll still be your sister. Although I guess you probably don't want me to be." She mumbled the last part, her eyes downcast.

Chris kept sobbing. "No! I do want you to stay my sister, Meg! I just want you to stay with me for a while."

Stewie didn't cry at all. He simply looked up at his sister and said "Well, I am disappointed to be separated from you, but we barely talk, so...there's not really going to be much of a difference, is there?"

Anyway, as Kyle explained, they didn't have to split up all of them. "Meg, we found a foster family that could take Stewie and Chris, but we had to search for a long time for a family who would take a seventeen-year-old. The trouble is...they live in Canada."

So after a few days, Meg had to say goodbye to her brothers and take a plane north, to the middle of Canada. Although she didn't know it, there was another plane, just leaving her destination, carrying a girl who had only just switched off her phone after calling her boyfriend to let him know she'd decided not to break up with him.

Meg didn't know this girl, nor would she ever know this girl. She would never know what she was getting into. All she knew was that she was leaving Rhode Island, and she didn't know if she really wanted to go back when she came of age.

Her new foster family seemed nice, though. They'd already adopted a little girl a few years younger than Chris, who greeted Meg by sticking out her tongue and then asking her "Do you keep your brains from coming out with your hat?" but apart from that, it was a much better place than the one Meg had come from. At least no one told her to shut up at least five times a day, or asked her who let her back in the house, or mistook her for a boy.

For the first week of the summer holidays, Meg just started to get to know her surroundings. There was a mall just ten minutes' bus trip or drive away, and a few times, she just went there and wandered around, since it was much bigger than any of the malls in Quahog.

Things were good for a while, actually. Meg felt better. She stopped cutting herself and changed her style, swapping her skullcap and pink T-shirt for a star hairclip and a white spaghetti strap T-shirt that enhanced her figure a little.

But the summer holidays had started, and Meg couldn't just sit around for the rest of June, as well as July and August. She had to do something.

"Why don't you try getting a job?" her foster dad suggested. "There's always shops that want help in the mall."

Meg thought about it the whole day after he suggested it. She looked at all the teens working there. She thought about it when she bought a burger from the cute guy with the dreadlocks, and when she passed the sports shop with a girl about her age at the till. She thought about it when she saw the girl at the lemon-shaped drinks stand blending something fruity, and she thought about it every time she passed a shop with a teen working in it.

"All right." she said aloud. "I'll get a job in the mall. It can't be that hard. If everyone else can do it, why can't I?"

Poor Meg. She doesn't know what she's in for. At least, once she does, I'm giving her a break. Now she needs that.