Meg went to shut the door so they would have privacy and sat up on her bed, holding her knees. Jenny looked at her friend. She was very observant and was seeing in what emotional way Meg was doing it. Meg looked back at her friend, feeling deep and emotional. Jenny turned to check what was happening on the film, not sure how to react to the deepness and the emotion. Meg nearly cried at the emotional parts and kept a tissue handy. Jenny watched, not showing much emotion. To anyone random looking in it was like two opposites sitting next to each other.

Meg sniffled and wiped her eyes. Her voice cracked and nearly broke from the crying. "I'm sorry Jenny, this moment is just so overwhelming... It always punches me on the inside."

Jenny patted Meg's arm. "Don't worry about it..." she said, quietly and softly.

Meg smiled and felt safe and warm with Jenny.

"When the movie's over, what shall we do then?" Jenny asked Meg, quietly.

"Excuse me just a minute, I need to take a dump." Meg stood up from her bed side. She had unruly manners due to the poor parenting of Peter and Lois. Sometimes she was aware of it, but sometimes she wasn't. She felt it was normal at times so she could fit in with her family when not in school.

Jenny raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. After all Cartman used to be even coarser. She decided to look out for anyone coming to where they were. Meg quickly stepped into the bathroom.

Peter came upstairs, moping around, then saw Jenny. "Oh my god!" he gasped. "Who are you, what have you done with Meg and why wasn't I in on it?"

Jenny looked at Peter. "I'm Jenny, I'm Meg's friend, and she is fine." she said, not wanting to tell Peter that Meg was in the bathroom in case he interrupted and bothered Meg.

Peter stared at her, then quietly laughed. He then started to laugh hard, very out loud, nearly crying. "Oh, this is good! Meg with a friend!?" Peter kept laughing in her face, being obnoxious, he then took out his phone and called Lois again, trying to contain his laughter to tell her 'the best joke he ever heard'.

Lois couldn't answer as they were in the hospital.

Jenny's demeanor went even colder than normal. She pulled her fist back and punched him hard in the chin not caring they were at the top of the stairs. Peter screamed and started cursing as he hit each step down the stairs and he landed face first on his cell phone.

Jenny stood, looking down. "Oops..." she deadpanned. She looked out for Meg. "I think I killed your dad..." she said, simply.

Meg flushed the toilet, washed her hands and came out, wiping her hands on her shirt. "Really?"

"OOOOWWWWW!" Peter whined, rather loud, like a child exaggerating their pain.

"Seems not..." Jenny sighed.

"Darn..." Meg sounded disappointed.

"I know this sounds cheesy, but do you like games?" Meg offered. "Chris has some video and I got board games."

Jenny shrugged. "Either's fine..." she said.

"I haven't played a video game in forever, why don't we play a few levels?" Meg sounded more forward about the video games than a regular board game.

"Sure." Jenny smiled, being quite competitive.

"You're going down." Meg competed playfully.

Jenny smirked. Meg chuckled, then went to get the game system set up in the living room so they could play. Luckily Peter had vanished so they could have the living room to themselves.

Jenny sat down and grabbed a video game remote. "Ready to be beaten?" she asked, but in a teasing way.

"Bring it on, girly." Meg smirked, grabbing her remote and setting the two player mode.

Jenny's smirk went playful and dark at the same time. "Oh, it's on now." she said, as if Meg's reply was a challenge.

Meg laughed, then started the game and let her fingers do the work.

Jenny gained an intense look of concentration. Her fringe covering her eye was now behind her ear. She had a few scars but they didn't look too bad.

"You're so going down." Meg cackled.

"As if." Jenny scoffed in reply.

Meg laughed, then they started fighting each other in the game, but it was friendly competition. Jenny didn't seem as cold as earlier, while it was just her and Meg. Meg smiled back at Jenny as they indulged themselves in video games.

"Well, Mrs. Griffin, what can I do for you today?" Dr. Hartman came in, seeing Stewie sitting on the observation chair with Lois in a wooden chair.

Stewie glared at the Doctor.

Lois looked at the Doctor. "I think my son needs stitches...My husband was bathing him and somehow he was injured." she said.

"Kids, huh?" Dr. Harman chuckled and ruffled up the baby's hair. Then gasped. "Oh my god!" he looked into his hand in astonishment.

Stewie glared at the man still.

Lois looked panicked. "Oh, my gosh, what!?" she asked, loudly.

"My glove, it's totally out of style!" Dr. Hartman showed he had on a pink glove instead of a white, traditional doctor one. "Now, let me fix that." he changed gloves quickly, then took out a magnifying glass. "Oh, Mrs. Griffin, do you know what this is!?" he gasped.

Lois looked at him. "What are you on about? I know you are holding a magnifyin' glass." she said.

"Oh, that's right, I knew this wasn't my X-ray," Dr. Hartman put it away. "I'm afraid little Stewie has only three months." he said gravely.

Lois's eyes widened. "WHAT!?" she yelled.

Stewie looked shocked. "What!? What are you blathering on about, idiot?" he asked the doctor angrily.

"He has three months, right?" Dr. Hartman opened a folder. "This month is January, his birthday's in April... He has three months until his next birthday. Now, Mrs. Griffin, I believe the boy has cancer."

Lois glared at the doctor. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, angrily.

Stewie sat down, wincing looking shocked.

"I'm a doctor ma'am, now Stewie needs stitches," Dr. Hartman confirmed, then smiled, looking down at Stewie. "Alright, little one, we're just gonna sew your head up like a teddy bear, it won't take long." he quickly sewed stitches into Stewie's head.

Lois sighed.

Stewie cried. "Ow! Stop it!" he yelled.

"There we are, good as new." Dr. Hartman smiled, even though he seemed to have sewn a Nazi symbol in Stewie's head without realizing it.

Lois looked relieved slightly and then looked at Stewie's stitches. "Is it meant to be shaped like that?" she asked him.

Stewie gently felt the stitches, but chuckled evilly. He wasn't offended by the mark.

"Oh," Dr. Hartman looked down at it, then at Lois. "Well... You're not a Jewish family, right?"

Stewie was just smiling evilly to himself.

Lois shook her head. "It'll have to do, I'm not subjectin' my baby to any more pain." she said.

"You're a good mother, Mrs. Griffin," Dr. Hartman smiled. "I love both my children equally as well."

"Doctor, you have three children the nurse reminded him.

"Oh, yeah..." Dr. Hartman said slowly in realization.

Lois picked Stewie up. "Thank you, Dr. Hartman, when should I bring him back for the stitches to be taken out?" she asked.

Stewie rolled his eyes. "I want to keep them, woman!" he complained.

"I'd say in about three days," Dr. Hartman told her with an assuring smile. "He should be fine, if not then I know an excellent person who makes tiny caskets for an early funeral."

Stewie glared. "Shut up, you buffoon, I feel fine and you're not removing these stitches!" he told the man angrily.

Lois tried shushing Stewie and rubbing the boy's back.

"He seems fussy," Dr. Hartman observed. "He probably just needs a nap, you know how babies are."

Stewie looked at the Doctor.

Lois nodded. "I know, Dr. Hartman, thank you." she said and left the doctor's room.

"I'm a doctor, it's what I do." Dr. Hartman smiled and waved at the two leaving.

"Dr. Hartman, I think I need medical treatment..." a man came in, limping and holding himself with blood dripping from his sides.

"I'm sure that's just a flesh wound, now run along." Dr. Hartman told him, not seeming to really care or be concerned.

Lois took Stewie to the car and strapped him in before getting in herself and driving back home. She drove home quickly.

Jenny was quite competitive, but she wasn't nasty with it. Meg was the same way, mashing the controller buttons. She wanted to win, but not in a competitive way like Connie D'Amico would be.

Jenny pouted as she lost the first round, but shrugged. "Well done, Meg." she said.

"Why thank you, Jenny." Meg smiled back, lightly. "You did pretty good yourself, I was sure you'd win."

Jenny smiled slightly. "Well, it was close..." she said.

Lois not long after this came inside. She looked at the two girls in surprise. Stewie looked at them, miffed with Jenny but still impressed at her slightly evil and quick thinking.

"Another round?" Meg offered, gently.

"Oh, Lois!" Peter ran over, seemingly out of nowhere, cracking up. "Lois, this is the best joke I ever heard! Get this, that girl says she and Meg are friends!" he yelled, then laughed out loud, nearly crying.

Jenny looked at Lois. She looked solemn. "Hello, Mrs. Griffin..." she said. She remembered this woman.

Lois looked at Peter and then the girls. "She's the girl who always used ta have her nose in a book." she reminded Peter.

"You mean like that broad that fell in love with that wild dog in that Disney movie I saw last week?" Peter asked, flatly.

Meg looked back at her parents, feeling a little worried to be seen outside of school and not sick as a dog. No offense to Brian. Jenny looked at Meg and then at Lois and Peter.

Lois nodded. "Kinda like her... Only it seems she was like the beast, she looks bettah now..." she said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Meg asked, seeing that her mother compared her friend to the ugly character of that story.

"Oh, nothing personal, Meg," Peter replied. "It's just that there were two hideous, ugly girls in this house a long time ago and I'm pretty sure one of them was you and your friend there, she's a lot better looking now." he smiled.

Jenny looked coldly at Lois and Peter.

Lois put Stewie down and looked at her watch. "I better start on dinnah... Are you staying for dinner?" she asked.

"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Meg invited Jenny, though she was sure the girl would already agree, even if the family was tedious.

Jenny nodded to Meg, the corner of her mouth, twitching.

Stewie walked over to Meg and Jenny. "Harbinger's messenger, Meg, one of you help me onto the sofa!" he ordered.

"I'm home!" Chris came through the door and caught a look at Jenny. "Whoa, Meg, you look good, did you finally get plastic surgery like those celebrities that need to feel good about themselves and just creep people out?"

Jenny then lifted Stewie onto the sofa before she looked icily at Chris. "No, I am not Meg, and I think she's fine the way she is." she said, her voice cold.

Stewie was feeling happy, and evil, to be sitting next to Jenny.

Chris screamed a little. "Aaaah! Rebellious fashion teen Meg!"

Lois ignored them basically. "Yeah, that's nice..." she muttered. She then smiled at Chris. "How was your day, Chris?" she asked.

Chris then looked at his mother. "Oh, it was great, Mom!" he then trailed on about his day at school, ignoring everyone around him now.

"That's my boy..." Peter chuckled, nudging his arm playfully.

Meg sighed and stayed next to Jenny, wondering what to do next. Jenny patted Meg's arm gently.

Stewie moved to sit on Jenny's lap. "Do you like my stitches?" he asked her.

Jenny gently patted Stewie's head. "They're cool." she told him with a shrug.

Stewie looked quite pleased.

Lois smiled. "I'll make your favorite for dinner." she said to Chris.

"Yay!" Chris cheered, laughing and clapping in amusement.

Meg smiled, then looked at her mother. "What about my favorite dinner? You always promised you'd do it sometime, but you never do!"

Peter looked at them, then went into the kitchen to get a quick snack.

Lois went into the kitchen, ignoring Meg.

"What do you like for dinner?" Jenny asked Meg, quietly.

"I'm in the mood for pork chops... we haven't had any in a long time." Meg told her, looking blank.

Chris was bored of being in the room and decided to go to his room. "Hey! where's all my video games!? Did the evil monkey take 'em...?" he asked, possibly no one.

Stewie looked at Meg. "Nothing goes your way, huh Meg?" he asked.

"You can come to mine tomorrow and we'll have them then." Jenny said.

"Cool." Meg brightened up. She gave a look to her baby brother, then rolled her eyes.

Jenny flicked his ear a little. "Don't be rude..." she murmured.

Stewie rubbed his ear. "Ow... I'll tell your Mistress how you treat me." he muttered.

"I guess we could watch something out here now." Meg suggested now that she was on the couch with Jenny and Stewie.

Stewie rubbed his ear and then crossed his tiny arms.

Jenny chuckled once and then nodded at Meg. "Sure." she said.

Meg smiled, then calmed herself down.

Jenny gently rocked Stewie a little, it was almost like she wasn't conscious she was doing it. Stewie at first started to complain but soon couldn't help but be lulled into a trance due to the rocking.

Peter looked at them, then went into the kitchen to get a quick snack.

Lois went into the kitchen. "Petah! No snacks before dinnah!" she scolded him, ignoring Meg.

Peter glared at his wife like a child frustrated in not getting what he had wanted.

Lois glared back at Peter. "Don't look at me like that, you know we can't have snacks before dinnah." she reminded him.

Peter moaned and put the cookie back in the jar. "Pain in the ass..." he muttered to himself, glaring at her.

Lois rolled her eyes and started to cook.

"I don't need to take this, Lois." Peter told his wife sharply as he really wanted to get a cookie now.

Lois looked at him. "Ya won't get any dinner if ya keep actin' like this, Petah." she warned him.

Peter groaned and stomped his foot, going to the phone to call one of his friends. Lois just sighed. Peter sighed and dialed a number as Lois cooked the dinner. "Hey, Joe..." he said, casually.

"Oh, hey, Peter." Joe answered when he answered the phone.

"Does Bonnie ever let you snack before dinner?" Peter asked, a little fumed at Lois.

Joe sighed. "No, Peter, and if I tried, she always whacked me away." he said.

"Aw, damn, who do our wives think they are?" Peter growled. "I can understand you cuz you're in a wheelchair, but me?"

Joe rolled his eyes. He was used to how inconsiderate Peter was. "Don't use my ability against me in an argument, Peter," he said. "I'm not afraid to come and arrest your butt."

"Oh, alright," Peter rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry if you're differently able and that offends you."

Joe could be heard taking a few deep breaths before he spoke again, a slight strain in his voice. "Now, did you need anything else Peter?" he asked.

"Are there any openings as a cop?" Peter asked, casually. "I...I may have gotten laid off down at the brewery..."

"I'll ask..." Joe told Peter.

Lois called through that Dinner was ready.

"Thanks Joe, I gotta go." Peter quickly hung up and dashed to the kitchen.

Joe shrugged and hung up.

Stewie was asleep now.

"Awww... he's actually cute when he's sleeping." Meg cooed, seeing Stewie fall asleep in Jenny's arms. "So... umm... This boy Kenny, was he a baby too, any brothers and sisters?" she was curious about Jenny's life in South Park.

"No, he was a young boy, and he was an only child, though I heard something about a new sister when I was on my way out," Jenny said. "He always wore his anorak with the hood zipped up, but once he wore his hood down."

"That must've looked weird for his friends seeing his hood down, like me or Chris without or hats. Meg replied.

Jenny nodded. "He was cute though when he did, his hair was blonde." she said, meaning it in the friendly only way.

Meg smiled and awed at that. "He must be a cute little one, how old?"

Jenny told her his age. "He was a rather friendly boy." she then added. She blinked as Stewie moved in his sleep to listen to the beat of her heart.

"I miss being a kid sometimes, when I see someone that age, I just wish I could be that age again, a million questions and none of the answers." Meg sighed, sounding like an old woman losing her childhood.

Jenny patted Meg's arm. "Don't worry, after we've left the death trap of school, we can go somewhere else." she said, quietly.

"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep..." Stewie mumbled.

"Thanks." Meg said, gently, trying not to wake Stewie up from his little nap.

Jenny smiled slightly.

Lois called through that Dinner was ready.

"Wow, that was fast." Meg was impressed with how quick dinner would take.

Jenny nodded. "Yeah..." she said, softly. She gently woke Stewie. "Come on, little fellow..." she coaxed.

"Come 'ere, Stewie..." Meg cooed, reaching out for the baby.

Jenny handed Stewie over to Meg.

Stewie woke up slowly. "What? What happened?" he asked, looking around.

"You fell asleep, little guy." Meg giggled, holding Stewie close to her.

Stewie flailed. "Let me go! Put me down!" he complained.

Lois was putting the plates on the table.

"What's for dinner, honey?" Peter stepped in with a smile.

Chris slowly came downstairs, looking glum. "Mooom! The evil monkey stole my video games again!"

"Chris's favorite," Lois said, showing the food that Chris liked. She had only set places for her, Peter, Chris, Stewie and for Brian. She seemed to have forgotten Jenny and Meg.

"YAY!" Chris went to sit down.

Peter took his seat as well. Meg saw a plate of food and went to take it, even if she didn't like the food much, at least there was an extra plate of food. Jenny looked, she frowned at the fact there were plates missing.

Lois blinked and stopped Meg from taking the plate. "That's for Brian... You didn't want it earlier, so you can go without tonight." she said.

"What!" Meg snapped.

"Meg, don't yell, it's rude." Peter snorted, sounding rather hypocritical.

"Ha ha, Meg doesn't get dinner!" Chris laughed while eating.

Jenny frowned. "Come on, Meg." she said, the tone icy in front of the family.

Meg turned to Jenny and followed to go with her. Jenny opened the door and held it open for Meg. Stewie reached for his chair. Lois took Stewie to be in his chair. She looked at Meg, frowning. Chris still laughed at Meg and ate. Peter picked at some of the vegetables served on his plate, he had a lot more than everyone else did and ate mostly the meat. Stewie picked at his food.

Lois sighed. "That girl's trouble." she said.

"Now Lois, I told you, we didn't have to keep Meg when she was born, we could've easily sold her to a sneaker factory in a Third World country..." Peter clarified like it were typical dinner conversation.

Chris didn't answer, but he ate his food. Stewie just ate.

Lois looked at him. "She didn't turn out the way I expected." she said.

"Yeah..." Peter looked low, then back at her. "I blame you."

Brian walked in and set himself next to Stewie to eat his food. He had locked himself in the spare room with his writing again, though never being a success like he wants to be.

Lois glared at Peter, and took her plate to the sink. She washed her dish.

Peter kept eating, then looked at Brian. "Do ya... Do ya think she's mad at me?"

"Mad at you? No," Brian said, then took a forkful of food. "Furious, possibly."

"OHHH!" Peter groaned, then slammed his head on the table, holding his face.

Stewie laughed. "Oh, the look on the Fat Man's face was priceless." he said.

"Yeah." Brian laughed with Stewie in agreement.

Stewie laughed

Peter moaned in dismay.

"Mom, can I eat Meg's dinner again?" Chris asked, still hungry after his plate.

"I didn't put out any for Meg." Lois reminded him.

"Oh, can I still have more?" Chris asked.

Lois came in with another plate made up for Chris.

Chris smiled and ate a whole other plate of food.

"I think I may be a bad father..." Peter shrugged.

Stewie nodded. "For once, I agree with you..." he told Peter.

"Aw... You're sweet..." Peter patted Stewie's head, then looked on top to see the stitches. "Oh, Stewie, you got a cut, here, let me fix it the way your grandpa taught me." he put his fingers on the edge of the stitch to rip them out of his head.

Brian cringed once he saw that, but luckily Peter was stopped before he could actually do it.

Stewie growled.

Lois stopped him from doing it. "Leave them in, he's healin'." she said, stopping Peter.

"You never let me have any fun," Peter snorted, folding his arms like a child. "I wish Dad was still alive..."

"Peter, she's not your mother." Brian told him while eating the last of his food.

Stewie shuffled away from Peter.

"Peter, what the heck happened? You're just grumpy tonight." Lois said.

"The cable's out, Meg ran away, Stewie's got stitches, and we have a talking dog, i hate my life..." Peter groaned.

A/N: Sucks to be you then, Peter! Hope everyone was well written for any big fans out there. You know what to do! Read & Review