A/N: based on a conversation I had with a friend. I have only seen one Family Guy/Futurama crossover story, so I decided to make another based on the conversation we had, seeing as Meg is abused. Before you get on me, yes, I am a Meg Griffin fan/supporter. You can make fun of me all you want, but honestly, it's immature and childish, much like how the new Family Guy show is running these days. I don't own anyone, though I wish I owned Meg sometimes and would give her a spin-off probably, and I own a Simpsons/Futurama crossover comic book that I got for my birthday a couple of years ago. Read & Review and tell me what you think. I hope everyone is characterized correctly and properly, I don't watch Futurama often, so once I write for those characters, they might be a little off. Let the show begin.

Meg heaved a sharp sigh as she left her school to go home. Normally, a student in Meg's shoes would be glad to be out of school and go home to a family who can offer endless moral support no matter what. However, Meg's family was never there for her. They even tried to ditch her the day she was born, like the whole universe was against her. She never knew why or how, but she was everybody's punching bag.

The teenage girl looked around herself to look out for anyone. Even someone who just met her could turn her down. Meg was the oldest and only girl in her family. What gave them to right to abuse her? Meg sighed as she made it to the front door of her house and unlocked the door. She saw her parents on the couch.

"Who's that? Who's there?" Peter jumped up, armed with a gun.

Lois turned, never-changing the dull expression on her face, then turned back something more important than her daughter, the television set. "Relax, it's only Meg."

"Oh, God, it's worse than I thought!" Peter shot the gun.

Meg dodged the bullet and landed flat on the floor. She wasn't sure what would hurt more. Getting shot by her father or landing on the floor without a bruise from a gaudy weapon.

"Meg, don't scare me like that." Peter said, coming to her as she was still on the floor.

"Excuse me, Dad, but you're the one with a gun to shoot your daughter, not me!" Meg snapped, standing on her feet in anger.

"Meg, don't talk back to your father like that!" Lois hissed, instead of defending her for being understandably scared.

"But Mom, he tried to shoot me!"

"That gives you no excuse to snap at him, now you wash the dishes and do your homework. We're going to a museum later for a family outing."

Meg sighed. She went to the kitchen to wash the dishes and do her homework in the safety of her bedroom. Her bedroom was the only place where she could go and be herself until someone would barge in and bug her for something. Meg washed the dishes, looking dully in the sink, hearing her brother Chris's immature snickering.

"Chris, knock it off, I'm really busy right now!" Meg demanded, sounding annoyed and impatient.

The snickering continued as Chris picked his nose and came slowly and slowly to his elder sister.

"Chris, stop it!"

Chris placed the snot on her glasses and ran away, laughing.

"CHRIS!" Meg hissed.

"MEG, LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE!" Lois yelled from the living room.

"BUT HE-"

"I DON'T CARE WHAT HE DID! GROW UP AND FINISH THOSE DISHES, YOUNG LADY!"

Meg sighed and washed the dishes. She then couldn't bear the booger on her glasses anymore and decided to stop and clean her glasses.

Lois stepped in to check on her to see no dishes were being washed. "Meg, I told you to wash the dishes!" she scolded, with her hands on her hips.

"I did, Mom, but Chris put his gross finger on me!" Meg defended.

"That's no excuse, wash the dishes this instant and do your homework, you're lucky I'm letting you come on this trip to the museum." Lois sounded bitter and uncaring, then went back to watch television.

"This is so unfair!" Meg snapped, throwing down a prized dish, not caring it was shattered. She then shoved the dishes out of the sink, and ran upstairs to do her homework, no matter how difficult and challenging it was as a tedious educational chore.

"Lois, you hear something?" Peter asked as he heard Meg nearly crying.

"Oh, Peter, I'm sure it's nothing." Lois assured, never taking her eyes off the screen.

Brian looked upstairs with his mouth hanging open and eyes wide in shock that Peter and Lois wouldn't do anything to help Meg. He then looked appalled with the same expression at her parents after seeing her run upstairs to her room. He then walked in view to hem and looked very angry with them.

"I can't believe you people, Meg has spent all her life dealing with jerks like you and as her parents, you won't do anything to help her!"

Peter and Lois turned to her.

"So, why don't you help her?" Peter asked.

"Are you kidding me? It's Meg! I just can't believe you're her parents and you won't do anything." Brian said, dully then walked away to get a drink in the kitchen.

Peter and Lois looked at each other.

"Peter, maybe we are too hard on her." Lois shrugged.

"Yeah, you're a terrible mother."

"You're an even worse father."

"Should we help her?"

"Nah, we'll go to the museum, she'll love that!"

"I guess you're right. I can't believe we almost did something nice for somebody we don't even care about."

Peter and Lois laughed obnoxiously and kept watching TV.

Meg cried into her pillow after finishing her homework. She didn't care if anyone heard her or would bother to come to her attention. She kept crying, but there was a knock at her door. Meg sat up in her bed, crying, and answering the door, even if she was in no condition to do such a thing. Meg sniffled and looked down with tear-stained eyes to see her baby brother.

"Would you keep it down? I'm trying to nap around here!" Stewie complained, looking angry with her.

"Oh, Stewie," Meg sniffled, taking the baby out of his comfort zone. "Our family is just so awful!"

"Yes, yes, you live as a cow, and I have the life of luxury while my crying is being taken care of by someone who will love me no matter what!"

"Sometimes I just wanna run away from home."

"Haven't you already tried that? Like, multiple times?"

Meg went to the bedroom window, either not paying attention to or understanding her baby brother, looking out into the world. "I just don't know where I would go, Stewie. Who would take me in? Maybe Grandma, she seems to be decent sometimes..."

"You're not listening to a word I'm saying, are you?" Stewie finally asked.

"Or, maybe I could go work somewhere my talent won't be necessary and they'll take me no matter what, like a reality show series or the Disney Channel studios." Meg thought, sounding a little confident.

"That Zac Efron is easy on the eyes..." Stewie said, with his glazed eyes and a charming smile while in her grasp.

"I don't know where I'll go Stewie, but I'm sure somewhere I'll be accepted and appreciated..." Meg said, wanting to leave home.

"Kids, time to go to the museum!" Lois called from downstairs.

"Oh, boy, another boring family outing. I just wish I could lull myself to sleep like a normal baby during the whole thing and wake up in the comfort my room." Stewie said to himself.

"Come on, Stewie," Meg said, walking with him to meet with the others. "Who knows? Maybe I'll meet a cute boy whose president of a special club in his school, a-a-and we'll grow up and get married together with three perfect children!"

"You're a delusional girl, you know that right?" Brian turned to her, then back forward, uncaring.

"Okay, Brian." Meg let the snide comment slide as she was eager to go to the museum and have a chance to meet someone who might treat her right.

The family drove to the museum and finally got there. They all came out. Lois held Stewie as always, Peter took the lead in front of them all, Meg stood beside Chris and Brian was in the back. A man behind a desk welcomed them.

"Two adults, two children, and a dog." Peter told the man.

"Uh, sir? The museum is free..." the man said.

"Fine then, three adults, three children, and a zebra!"

"What?"

"PEETAH!" Lois stood in front. "Sorry, he's never been in a cultural museum before..."

"That's okay, ma'am," the man said, then noticed their party. "Oh, umm... Sir, ma'am, no dogs are allowed inside the building."

"Oh, okay," Peter turned to Meg, handing her a collar and a leash. "Go on girl, you're not welcome here like Cleveland in a racist household."

Meg rolled her eyes, ignored him and kept walking.

"Did she just walk away from me!?" Peter sounded outraged. "MEG! MEG!"

"Aw, let her go, Peter, she's had a crappy day... At least I think she has... This is what happens when mothers and daughters don't talk." Lois remarked.

The Griffin family then met up again and went to a painting center of the museum.

"Look here, kids, a lot of famous paintings... There's Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Leonardo!" she pointed out some famous names, only to point to a comic book cover with The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on it.

"I feel so cultured... This could really inspire my writing..." Brian said, walking with Stewie.

"You've been writing a while, but no success, I wonder why you do it. I've seen high school graduates with better fan fiction crossovers than what you call a novel, Brian," Stewie remarked, then snidely looked into the camera. "That's right, PerkyGoth14, come get me!"

Brian quickly took him aside to avoid any aggression lashed out to him from the authoress writing this story.

"Hey, look, guys, I found a picture of Meg!" Chris spoke up.

The other Griffins got together to see what he was pointing to and laughed out loud. Meg came too to see what was so funny. She then gasped as she saw an infamous Frida Kahlo portrait with a mustache.

"That does look a lot like Meg if she was around in that time!" Peter pointed, laughing.

"Hey guys, Frida Kahlo died and was reincarnated into Meg!" Lois added with a laugh.

Meg sighed softly and walked away from them.

"Hey, guys, I hear there's a time machine thing, what if we sent Meg back in time with Frida so she could have someone to actually relate to!" Peter suggested.

"Peter, no, that's mean." Lois said.

"Aw, come on, it'd be a prank, I'm sure it doesn't work anyway!"

"Peter..."

"Come on, Lois, just this one time!"

Lois smirked. "Okay, just this once," she then went beside her daughter. "Meg, why don't you and I look at the time travel exhibit?"

"Why, Mom? Got nothing better to do?" Meg scoffed.

"That's enough back talk, now come on." Lois urged her to come with her.

Meg shrugged and followed her mother.

They went into a futuristic exhibit that looked like it was from a science fiction movie fused with futuristic things. There were robots everywhere, flying cars and moving sidewalks. All things relating to the future. Lois beamed once she saw the time machine.

"Hey, Meg, why don't you go in there and try it out?" Lois pointed.

"Mom, I don't think that's such a good-"

Meg was shoved in by Peter charging in front behind and him closing the door.

Peter and Lois laughed wildly. Peter laughed so hard, he hit the number pad to set to 1,000 years into the future and the button was hit again to charge up the machine and zap anything inside the machine into the future. Both calmed down and stopped laughing a bit.

"Okay, Peter, that's enough, let her out." Lois said, catching her breath.

"Okay," Peter giggled, then knocked on the door. "Meg, you can come out now!" he waited with a cheeky grin. He then knocked again, having a voice in concern. "Meg?"

"Meg Griffin, get out of there this instant!" Lois added, sounding impatient.

Silence. Meg wasn't even opening the door.

"Maybe I locked her in." Peter thought, then opened the door.

Peter and Lois looked in shock that Meg had vanished! There was steam coming from the machine.

"Oh, no, this is terrible!" Peter cried. "I haven't gotten a chance to fart in her face yet!"

"Where did Meg go?" Lois added.

"You folks use that time machine?" a janitor asked.

"Uh, no, we're just standing by it and pressing stupid buttons." Peter said, sarcastically and started to hit buttons randomly. Suddenly there was a beam and a charge, sending in an early 20th century woman with a mustache. "Who the Hell are you?"

"I'm Frida Kahlo." the woman replied.

"You folks used the time machine, it's supposed to be shut down for working properly and there's no way to get who you transported back from where they are to send them back to the past or present." the janitor revealed.

"Are you saying that Meg's gone forever?" Lois asked, worried.

"I'm afraid so, ma'am, there's no way she can get back here in your time since this is the only time machine around, unless she were sent, oh, say, 1,000 years into the future." the janitor explained some more.

"That's terrible!"

"We can get her back, but we'll need the right equipment, like some plutonium, a flux capacitor, and maybe a 1980's sports car like in Back to the Future."

"If you know so much about this, then why are you a janitor?" Brian looked up at him with his extended knowledge.

"Because I'm really from the 1960's." the janitor revealed.

The family stood wide-eyed at him, then looked back at the machine. They all looked shocked and they hung their heads sadly as Meg was now gone and could not be brought back. They just wondered what they could do to help her.