Here is another Family Guy story. My other one is a crossover that I encourage you all to read. This one is... well, I won't give anything away, let's just say it'll get good. Hopefully, a look at the quote below will give you an idea to where I'm going with this.

*I do not own Family Guy. All rights to all products go to their proper owners.*

"A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love."

-Max Muller

Chapter 1: How it Started

I felt the air rush through my fur and the rain slap me. It was amazing how far I could be thrown. Oh, there's the ground. I cried out in pain and I shakily tried to get up. I was stopped.

"No, no, no! You stay down, you worthless shit!" My brother put his foot on my head and pushed me back down. He threw a white sheet onto my back and gave my ribs a good kick. I heard him walk away. "When I get back in this house, I want you to get up and walk as far as you can. When you think you can't walk anymore, keep walking. That's how far I want you to go." He kept walking back, but he had more to say. "Oh, and don't even think about coming back here ever again! I hereby disown you from this family. You aren't getting a damn thing from me or any of us. If I see you again, then you and whoever is keeping you safe will be in hot water, I swear it." He finally reached the door. "Now... go!"

For fear that he would do more to me than he already had, I ran off. I hopped the gate and ran down the dirt road through the forest. Tears began flowing from my eyes again, making it hard to see. I hate him! I hate all of them! I swear, some day they shall pay for what they have done to me. It wasn't too long before I reached the wall. The forest in which we were in was surrounded by a giant wall with a great black gate. I pulled, then pushed the doors open. I went out and shut them behind me. My back fell against the doors. I was finally free of them. I breathed heavily from my exertions, but found that my journey was far from over. A gunshot went off and barely missed me. I ran off, knowing that my other brother, the marksman, would nail me for sure if I didn't high-tail it out of there fast.

I ran on and on. Despite our forest being enclosed in great stone walls, there was an even greater forest beyond that I had to brave. I only hoped that the bleeding had stopped so that I could be safer. I went over and under many obstacles, hearing noises both around me and in my head. It was driving me mad. I didn't stop running until I reached the highway. A car zoomed past me, blaring its horn. I was about to be grimly reminded why the Dogg family never went outside their walls.

I followed the road to my left and just walked. I hugged the sheet tight around me and tried to shut out the rain. It wasn't long before I reached a sign: Quahog: City Limits. Great. I made sure to stick to the shadows as much as possible. It was better if I wasn't seen.

After walking on without the rain letting up in the slightest, I caught a whiff of something that smelled really good. I followed the smell to a French restaurant. It was called: Qu'Est-ce que pue Restaurant. "Huh, irony," I muttered to myself, knowing fully well what the sign translated to be in English. I went to the back and found a dumpster full of food. Being a dog and being as how I never got dinner, I dived right in. I wasn't picky. After a little bit, I swallowed what I had been eating hastily and jumped out. "I'd give that a 7 out of 10. It has some French origins, but there are obviously things that are changed to suit American's taste buds." While it was true that I was an American by birth, I was only just. I'll explain that part later.

Anyway, after my dumpster dive adventure, I made my way to the front of the restaurant. I looked in at all the people having dinner. They all seemed to be having a good time. I scanned over the tables and noticed many guys and girls at tables. I even saw one couple that kissed. I turned away. It didn't seem right to linger here. So, I kept walking.

It turns out that the point where I couldn't walk anymore was in a residential part of town. I was on Spooner St. Ha, Spoons... I was so tired that I was beginning to feel loopy. Normally, I could stay up really late, but now... due to all the running and panic of the last few hours, I was beat. I finally decided to go up the walkway to a random house and just lie down and die.

I looked up to see a yellow house with two stories. It also had a blue-green roof and a red door. Well, this is as good a place as any. I went to the middle of the walkway and fell onto my back. I groaned from the impact of the fall. The rain kept going, so I pulled the sheet closer to me. I shivered in the night air. I just don't care anymore. Whatever happens, happens.

Brian

I was confidant this night was going to go perfect. When I met Emily, I thought she was a very nice girl and that we shared a lot of the same interests. I asked her to dinner tonight, so I hope things go well. I'm not sure how much more rejection I can take. Whoa, cool it, Brian. You're not even there yet and you're already having thoughts of doom. I turned on the radio in my car to make me feel better.

Once I made it to Qu'Est-ce que pue Restaurant, I told the man my name and got my table. Now, all I had to do was wait for my date. I smiled. I was so sure that she would show up, so sure that nothing would go wrong... then the wait began. I waited ten minutes... then twenty... after thirty minutes, I figured she wasn't going to show up, so I left.

I went to my car and felt my eyes stinging from the effort to keep back tears. "Keep it together, Brian, it's not the end of the world," I told myself. I got in my car and decided to drive home and have a drink... actually, a lot of drinks.

When I got home, I noticed something on the walkway. I took my coat off and held it above my head as I went over to investigate it. It turned out to be a female dog, a white Labrador, to be exact. The rain didn't seem to be letting up any time soon, so I decided I'd take her inside... if she was still alive. She smelled pretty close to dead. She was wrapped in a sheet, so I kept her wrapped in it as I picked her up. I hefted her onto one of my shoulders as I took out the house key and unlocked the house. I went inside and put her on the couch. She was muttering in her sleep, but I couldn't distinguish any of it. She was shivering and her eyes were scarcely open, so I took out my cell phone and decided to call the vet.

"NO!" I tell you, that scared the crap out of me. She just shot up and screamed 'NO!'

"Ah, what?!" I asked, surprised.

"Don't call the vet. I would get in so much trouble if I was discovered."

"What do you mean?"

She paused. "It's a long story... you wouldn't want to hear it. Give me a piece of paper and a pencil and I'll give you a number you can call. I have a friend who's studied biology and anatomy to the point that he's better than most doctors in the area. He I trust and he you shall call. I'll also need to listen in on the conversation. He has gotten in a lot of trouble in the past and prefers to speak in code. Only I understand his code... at least, to my knowledge. I can only hope the calls of the city aren't being traced."

"Okay..."

"Please don't question me, just do it."

"All right! Sheesh..." I went off to the kitchen and got the pad of paper and pen that was typically used for taking down messages. I came back and she seemed more settled than before, but far from well.

"All right, here's the number: 401-554-3308." I typed in the number and put it on speaker phone.

"There, now you can talk to him," I said.

"Thank you."

The phone picked up, "Hello?" asked a voice.

"Hello, Father. I was hoping I could do my confession over the phone."

"Proceed, my child, and tell me your sins," he replied.

"Father, I have wandered far from home and my thoughts are straying to the most unrighteous of natures. My spirit is most constricted and my heart can't take it. Father, please forgive me of my sins."

"I shall come to you, my child, and pray over you. Where are you?"

"I am lying upon a hallowed spoon, Father. Please... come quickly, Father."

"Righteousness reaches the innocent much sooner than you would think, my child. Good-bye."

"Good-bye, Father."

It wasn't even a minute after she said good-bye that there was a rhythmic knocking at the door. I went over to it and answered. A tall man with shaggy white hair and clerical robes stood at the doorstep. "I heard there was a child in need of forgiveness at this household," he said.

"Hello, Father," said the female dog from the couch.

"May I come in?" the man asked.

"Uh, sure," I replied, letting him in and closing the door. He closed the curtains at the window before he went over to her side and muttered to himself.

"I see the device is in perfect working order," she said.

"Oh, yes, and I am quite proud of it. Things are quite simple now that I have accepted the truth you told me so long ago: Everything is attached to music. I thought it superfluous at the time, but I have discovered that there are many practical applications that music has. Now, you are injured and I shall attend to you." He took off his clerical robes to reveal a doctor's bag attached to his front. He wore plain clothing underneath a soiled lab coat. He took the doctor's bag and took out some of the materials. "Sit up and let me look at you. Would you mind telling me what happened?"

She sat up, with some difficulty, and said, "I'd rather not talk about all the details, especially in front of a stranger."

He looked at me a moment before saying, "Well, you can whisper it to me, then." She did, and when she finished, he pulled back quickly. "That is a cruel story, very cruel." He looked sad and said, "Well, at least now I have a small idea of what I'm dealing with. I'm going to probe your ribs. If you feel any pain, let me know." He poked his fingers in her sides and while she did squirm a lot, she didn't seem to be in pain. "All right... perhaps you're just feeling weak. I won't tell though until I can look at the damage." He looked at me as he said, "Would you mind averting your eyes for a moment?"

"Sure," I said, turning around and putting my hands behind my back.

I heard the man continue, "My word... you weren't kidding..." He paused. "Let me wrap you up and give you some decent clothes. We also need to do something about that unnecessary bleeding." He fumbled around a moment before asking me, "Would you mind telling me where the nearest bathroom in this house is located?"

"Up the stairs and to the left," I replied.

"Thank you, we won't be long."

"Oh, wait... I should probably let my family know more people are here before you go up there," I said.

"Very wise; we shall await your return. Just don't turn us away, she needs medical attention now."

"I understand," I said as I headed up the stairs. I went over to Peter and Lois's bedroom and, when I heard no noise except snoring, went inside. I went over to Lois and woke her up. "Lois, wake up."

She groggily said, "Huh? What is it, Brian?"

"I found someone injured on our walkway and..."

"What?! Oh my god, did you call a doctor yet?"

"Lois, calm down, I already called a doctor. I was just letting you know there were two people here before they came up here and freaked you out. The doctor requested use of our bathroom for privacy's sake."

"Oh, well, that's fine, I guess, but why aren't they at the hospital?"

"He's not a legitimate doctor, but she said that he knew his stuff and it seems like he does. He has a doctor's bag, after all."

"Oh, all right. I suppose that's all right. If they need anything, try to help them out, okay, Brian?"

"Sure thing, Lois," I replied. I left the room and went back downstairs to give them the go ahead.

When they went into the bathroom, it didn't seem like there was much trouble at first. Everything was really quiet, only the occasional sound of shuffling. Then, it happened. A scream erupted from the bathroom unlike any other I had heard in my life. It sent chills up my spine and I forgot all decency as I burst in the bathroom to try to help if I could.

The scene that greeted my eyes was the girl dog shivering in the arms of the doctor. There was a little bit of blood on the floor and he was already fumbling with getting the blanket around her. "Step out a moment, please, everything's fine," the doctor said. I did as he asked, but with much hesitation.

The scream had awakened the entire family and we were all gathered in front of the bathroom door. It didn't take long before the doctor came out, holding a now-clothed female dog. She was still shaking and was clutching at his clothes as if to keep him from getting away.

"What happened?" asked Lois, still a little nerved from the scream.

"It's all right, she just went into a panic attack. It seems it is too soon after the incident to even think about... well, for privacy's sake, I won't get into what happened. Let's just say that a certain part of her normal routine will change due to her experience which occurred just hours before," the doctor replied.

"Is she gonna be okay?" I asked.

"In time, she will be fine, but I feel like she shouldn't move for a day or so. She has been on her feet much longer than she is used to and that has resulted in her not being able to walk at the moment. Her experience has also rendered her bleeding, so I shall stay with her to monitor it. Should she get worse or better, I shall be prepared. I definitely advise against sending her to any medical institution though. I know her scenario enough that even leaving the house would be unwise. I will say nothing on it except that it would be wise if our stay here was kept as secret as possible."

"You're not... you're not in trouble with the law, are you?" I asked.

"Oh, no, that is not the situation at all..." The dog in his arms shook her head violently and clutched his shirt again. "Although some people are never as they seem. No, she has just gotten in trouble with some dangerous men and women who would stop at nothing to see her suffer and perhaps even die."

"My god! What did she ever do to get in that kind of trouble?" asked Lois.

"She has told me the story before and all she and I can tell from the situation is that they are jealous of her."

"Jealous? Jealous of what?" asked Lois.

"It is best if I not say. That is something for her and her only to discuss." He gripped her tighter and her shaking seemed to have subsided.

"Roman, let me stand at the very least," she said.

"But..." Roman protested.

"Just... let me stand. I'll be all right," she said. He set her down and she stood shakily on her feet. "Roman is correct in keeping the circumstances of my situation a secret. It is not something I am willing to discuss or have discussed. I humbly ask that we stay here for a few days in secret, just until I'm better enough to walk again. I can scarcely stand and my constitution is not as it should be." She swayed a little and Roman caught her shoulders. She swatted him off, but when he stood up again, she leaned against his legs a moment before standing fully again. She looked at me and said, "I cannot thank you enough for saving my life. I was about to give up and you gave me a reason to keep going. For that, I thank you."

"It was no big deal, really," I said, quietly. I felt really shy around her suddenly. She was very beautiful, after all.

"No, it was a very big deal... to me. Tell me your name so that I might know who my savior is."

"Brian. Brian Griffin."

"It is a pleasure to meet you officially, Brian." She extended a hand and I took it. "My name is Cambria... thanks to the circumstances from earlier tonight, I have no surname anymore, so you can just call me Cambria." We parted and while I had so many questions in my mind, I kept quiet, knowing she wanted her privacy. "So, may I stay?"

"Of course, Cambria, stay as long as you like," replied Lois.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality and discretion, Mrs.?" asked Cambria.

"Griffin, Lois Griffin," Lois replied, giving Cambria her hand. They parted and Lois introduced the rest of the family. "This is my husband, Peter, and our children: our daughter, Meg; our son, Chris; and our baby boy, Stewie."

"It is a pleasure to meet you all. I am sure you shall all make pleasant hosts," said Cambria. I laughed on the inside. I hope so too... for all our sakes.

"Let's get you a place to sleep. We often put guests in Chris's room..." said Lois.

Cambria put up a hand and shook her head. "I was raised as a woman of honor and women of honor do not intrude on the household, they hide in the household. I'm fairly certain Roman has a cot in his bag that I can use and he usually sleeps on stone anyways."

"This is true. I am not American born, and the country I came from was very cruel, very cruel indeed," Roman agreed.

"A place in the basement would be comfortable and discreet for us both," Cambria reasoned.

"Well, if you're sure you'll be comfortable down there..." said Lois.

Cambria put up her hand again. "I am certain, Mrs. Griffin. Like Roman, I have slept in the most ungodly places and have learned to adjust to any environment."

"All right, the basement it is, then," said Lois. We all headed down and made sure they were both comfortable. After much insisting, we left them down there. That night, that fateful night, was how it started.

Well, what do you think? I know, I know, it's kinda predictable at this point, but it will get less so. This will go in a direction that you wouldn't expect it to take. So, tell me what you think of the story so far and please make sure to keep reading and reviewing because this is not the end, only the beginning.