Meg's eyes went very big from that. "He kept getting killed?" she went out with Jenny into the food place and they both looked around.

Jenny nodded. "Yeah, I protected him when I could." she said. She saw the man arguing with the food clerk and merely shrugged, it didn't look like bullying. She went with Meg to wait to get called for service.

"Can I get a chicken salad?" the mayor asked.

"No," the teen behind the counter said.

"Can I get a coconut cake?"

"No."

"Can I have a sesame seed bun covered in mustard?"

"No."

"Well, gosh dangit, what kind of restaurant is this!?" the man grabbed the teen by his collar, looking angry.

"A fast food one, Mr. West..." the teen replied, like the mayor was an idiot, which no doubt, he was.

"Oh, great, Mayor West..." Meg sighed, slightly rolling her eyes.

"Listen kid, I know people, I've been saying lives since before you were born, now give me some popcorn!" the mayor kept arguing.

The teen rolled his eyes. "Next!"

Jenny looked at the man, her lips twitching slightly. They went forwards to order their food.

"Darn, I'll let you regret this..." the mayor grunted under his breath and walked off, then smirked. "Hello, Megan."

Meg hummed a little, then turned her attention to the teen to take their order. "I'll have a juicy burger with lettuce and tomato and chicken fries please."

"A chicken burger and fries please." Jenny said. She raised an eyebrow at the man's reaction to Meg. Her black tinted lips pursed a little as the man's face was handsome. Kind of like when Keira Knightley looked at that naval guy.

"Anything to drink?" the teen asked, tapping their order into his register.

"Hmm... Root beer." Meg shrugged, not really caring.

"A Coke please." Jenny said. She looked a second longer at this 'Mr. West' before looking aloof.

"Okay, that'll be $20.95." the teen told them.

Meg took out some money to see if she had enough. It didn't seem like that much for her and Jenny.

"Dammit... it's bad enough they serve kids meals without toys and now no cream corn for Adam West! This is a democracy!" the mayor grunted, sounding like a child.

Jenny saw how much Meg had and pulled out the rest. "Okay..." she said and handed him the money for it. She looked at Adam. "Creamed corn... That's easy to make." she said, her tone a little cold as usual.

The teen went to the back to get their order ready while Meg went to find a spot for them. Jenny waited for the food, leaning against the counter. Her shirt lifted up slightly at the back to reveal what looked like the end of wings. Meg glanced out the window as they waited.

The mayor walked over, eating some candy from his pocket. He glanced at Jenny, then back at his candy. "I know what you're thinking... I know it's true, everyone in town questions it... Mayor Adam West, how'd you get so lucky?" he grinned, suddenly going in a daze about himself. "Well, it all started when I was a boy and drinking some grape juice my mother gave me on the playground..."

Jenny rolled her eyes, but allowed Adam to go on. "Mayor West, however interesting that was to listen to my...Friend and I must have our lunch." she said after he had finished the story.

"Oh, okay, remember what your parents tell you, girls." Adam told them with a coy smile.

"Never talk to strangers or do drugs?" Meg queried.

"No, always count on Adam West!" the man told them,then left the restaurant Batman style and drove off in his car. "To the Mayor Cave!" he rode off laughing while the other townspeople looked and watched him strangely.

Jenny laughed a little, though it was humorless. "Well, that was interesting... I've met worse..." she said with a shrug, picking at her fries.

"Yeah, I really don't get him sometimes." Meg agreed, munching on her sandwich.

Jenny's mouth turned up on one cheerful for her. "He seems funny though... Where do you know him from?" she asked then.

"He's the mayor of Quahog, we used to date." Meg explained, not changing her tone of voice.

Jenny raised an eyebrow. "I don't have room to comment though." she said with a shrug. She finished her fries and started on her burger.

Meg smirked a bit. Just then she felt a vibration and took out her phone to see a text. "Dear Meg, I heard you aren't feeling well, Lois is out shopping so the sooner you get home, the sooner I'll take care of you. Love Dad." Meg put her phone away. "Oh, great, my dad's gonna take care of me... Hopefully he'll just forget about me and let me stay in my room."

Jenny took one last bite. "I guess we'd better go back then..." she said, her voice warmer, if only for Meg. She had kind of meant it when she called her, her friend, though it was hard for her to let anyone in.

"I don't think he'd even notice or care." Meg rolled her eyes about her father. "He's kind of an idiot."

Jenny hesitantly patted Meg's hand, though she did. "Well, anytime you need to escape, you can come to my place..." she suggested.

"You moved to Spooner Street?" Meg asked.

Jenny nodded. "Yes," she said, simply. She wiped her mouth and put the rest of the stuff in the trash. "Well, if you don't want to go home yet, we could take a walk through the park first while we walk." she said.

"Okay Jenny, I would like that." Meg smiled, feeling happy for the first time in what felt like her whole life.

Jenny nodded and threw the rubbish away. She stood up and waited for Meg to walk so she would walk by the side of her. "How much trouble do you think I'll be in for the thing I did to that blondie?" she asked, sounding a bit uncaring.

Meg shrugged as she finished her food. "Probably after school detention at the most."

"Okay..." Jenny replied with a shrug. She had done worse punishment for less at South Park.

Meg sighed a bit. "I wish I could just stay in my room away from school and everyone who knows me sometimes..."

"Come to mine if you feel like that, Mom doesn't give a toss of when it'll be." Jenny said, shrugging. They both then started a slow walk home through the park.

"Really? I don't think I've been to another person my age's house before, except that one sleepover I snuck into on a Disney Channel set." Meg said with a smile.

(Cue random unnecessary cutaway gag)


Soon they were back at Meg's house. Jenny had said it was best that she saw what Meg's family was like first. She knocked on the door, giving Meg a supporting arm.

A little football headed boy opened the door. "Oh, it's you..." he greeted Meg, though that was how he usually greeted Meg and Chris. He then looked at Jenny. "Is this the dark harbinger to carry me away from this hovel?" he asked, no one in particular.

"Stewie, this is my friend, Jenny, i hope you be really nice to her." Meg gave her baby brother a charming smile, not seeming to notice his vulgar dialect.

Stewie looked at Meg dismissively. "Yeah, whatever..." he said, boredly.

Jenny raised an eyebrow, three years after knowing Kenny, she could understand any dialect. "No, kid... If I see her though, I'll let you know." she said.

The baby looked back at Jenny though. "Oh, so you're a friend of her? Take me to her before that fat man gets a hold of me again!" he ordered.

"You can understand him?" Meg asked.

"Yes, I can," Jenny said. "Kenny couldn't talk clearly and I could understand him..."

"Oh." Meg replied to Jenny's question.

"Who's there!? I detect an unwanted presence in the house!" Peter's voice rang around the house. "Meg, are you coming home for lunch again?"

Jenny raised an eyebrow at Peter's announcement.

Stewie let out a cry of horror. "Aaah! Fat man!" he yelled and climbed up onto Jenny's back to hide from him.

Meg got nervous. "Dad!?"

Peter came in with a battering ram. "Meg, who let you in the house again?" he furrowed his eyebrows at her, ready to charge and take her down.

"Dad, stop!" Meg cried, then crouched to protect herself from the impact.

Jenny murmured an apology to Stewie and then grabbed him and held him out. "Your daughter wasn't feeling well and your son opened the door as it was open slightly." she said.

Stewie squirmed in her grasp, trying to get back to her to hide. "No! Dammit! Put me down, hide me!" he yelled.

"Hey Stewie, how ya doin'?" Peter giggled, taking the baby from her hands.

Meg stared at Jenny, then at Peter, feeling an unsettling feeling. Jenny watched Peter with Stewie. She looked distant again.

Stewie flailed a little. "Argh! Release me at once!" he yelled, angrily.

"Aww... Someone's cranky, I know what'll cheer you up," Peter smiled, then went to bathroom upstairs. "it's bath time for Stewie baby!"

"Poor Stewie..." Meg murmured under her breath.

Jenny nodded once. "I had to think quickly," she said with a shrug. "So, what do you want to do now?" she asked.

Stewie's angry yells could be heard.

"Wanna come in my room?" Meg offered. "We can watch some videos, no one ever wants to watch them with me... Even my stuffed animals ran away and Funshine Bear committed suicide."

Jenny nodded. "Sure thing." she agreed. She waited to follow Meg to the teenage girl's room.


Meg smiled, she was happy someone was going to go with her in her room. Now the fun can really begin. She ran up the stairs and led the way to her bedroom, it looked like it belonged to a six-year-old girl rather than a 17-year-old girl. "Here we are!" she beamed with hardly contained excitement.

"It's...Nice..." Jenny said, not sure of what word to use. She didn't want to upset Meg though. She looked around, wondering why it was so cutesy, though she admired Meg if she had the room the way she liked it.

"Thanks," Meg said, kneeling and looking at her old box of videos underneath her television set. "Sorry if it's a bit girly, Mom and Dad refused to pay extra for a makeover on it, that's why it's still like this from the day I was born. Sure, give Chris a makeover with HIS room, but leave me to be stuck with this old room. They even got pony rides, pin the tail on the donkey, and a clown for my birthday..."

"Need some paint, a new cover, and pillowcase set, you'll be fine." Jenny said. She perched carefully on Meg's bed, looking at her new friend.

"You think it'd be cool?" Meg asked, brightening up a little.

Jenny nodded. "I'll show you my room sometime," she said. She looked at Meg and then the room. "I think a deep purple with silver highlights and patterns." she informed.

"I always liked purple." Meg smiled, even if she were donning pink as her trademark outfit. She took out a collection of various videos and placed them on her bed allowing Jenny to pick since she was the guest.

Jenny winked slightly and then pointed to a film that looked cool enough to watch. "I think this one." she said.

"This one? Okay." Meg took the video and removed it from the case to put in. "Just gotta rewind it first." she clicked the rewind button to go back to the beginning.

Jenny gave a twitch of her mouth, smiling slightly. Meg smiled back at her.

"So, tell me about your family." Jenny said, not prying, but curious.

Meg sighed and sat on her bed, crossing her legs. "Well, they used to be not so bad. Sometimes Mom and Dad helped me out when I'd have trouble, but now that I'm 17 it's like they stopped caring about me or something. Dad's usually drunk when I had my 'friends' over and he embarrasses me, Mom annoys me and belittles me with every little thing, Stewie seems to be okay but when I have to babysit him, I'd rather be out doing something else... Chris is just plain annoying and gross, it's not hard to see the resemblance between him and Dad... "

Jenny hesitated a second, but put a careful arm around Meg. "Once again, if you ever need to get away a while, my mom doesn't care when someone comes over to see me, so you can come anytime, day or night." she said.

"Thanks Jenny." Meg sounded very confident now.

Jenny smiled slightly again. "Now, let's watch the film." she said, ignoring downstairs.


Lois was driving home having finished shopping. Peter called Lois's cell phone number and curled the cord, looking clueless as ever.

"What Petah?" Lois asked as she answered.

"Should I take out or leave in a knife or fork that gets stuck to Stewie's butt if I bathed him in the bath tub? I didn't want him to get scared, so I made it seem like in the sink like when he was a little baby..." Peter said, without thought or concern about the infant.

Lois sighed, a little angry. "What!? What makes you think that a knife and fork should be around him when he's havin' a bath!? I'm on my way home and we better take him to the Doctah." she said, speeding up a little. She drove fast, but in a way not to break the speed limit. She pulled up hazardously and came into the house. "Petah!? Stewie!?" she yelled.

"Oh my god Lois, it's terrible!" Peter ran to her, nearly crying. "The company cut our cable and I won't be able to watch the football game with Quagmire and the guys!" he cried like a baby and held her close, tears running down his face. He then sounded calm and flat. "Oh yeah and I think Stewie's bleeding..."

Lois pushed Peter away, her baby boy needed her more than her idiotic husband did. She ran and found Stewie.

"Blast woman! How dare you leave me with the fat man!" he shouted, hurting from the cutlery.

"LOIS!" Peter yelled from downstairs as he was ignored.

Lois picked Stewie up and with him in a towel and went downstairs. "What is it, Peter?" she asked him, her voice calmer so her accent wasn't as thick.

Stewie grumbled, but clung to Lois.

"Stupid cable guy took out all the good shows!" Peter whined as he clicked through the remote to show her. "Now we're stuck with the awful channels. PBS, Disney Channel, The History Channel, ABC Family..."

Lois looked at him. "Go and watch it at one of their houses, I'm takin' Stewie to the hospital." she said.

Stewie glared at her. "No, dammit! I don't want to go to that germ infested pit!" he yelled.

"Hey, he has a point, Lois, hospitals are kinda filthy..." Peter said, nearly understanding Stewie. "Besides, how else am I gonna catch up with the game on someone else's TV? Who'll make us dinner?"

Lois looked at Peter. "He needs stitches, and you can get takeout or get Meg ta cook for you." she said.

Stewie looked at her in almost horror. Peter whined and moaned like an irritated child. Lois just glared at Peter calmly and took Stewie to the hospital as he needed stitches.

Stewie, for once, wanted to stay with Peter, not looking forward to being stitched up. "No! Fat man, control your woman!" he shouted as they want away.

"Bye bye Stewie," Peter waved to the baby. "Hope your stitches work better than plastic surgery on celebrities. I won't have a freak for a son, that's Meg's job!"

Lois strapped Stewie in in a way that would not affect his wound. She then drove off to the Hospital.

"Lois, wait!" Peter called after her, then sighed. "She hates me, doesn't she?"