Ch. 4: Now Or Never

It had been three months since Brian had found out about Herbert and Stewie had started theropy with Allen. In that time Stewie had been going through more mood changes then Lois when she had been pregnant with any of her kids.

It had taken him five weeks to finally be able to sleep in his crib again. He had insisted to sleep with Brian on the floor and even after he agreed to try his crib again he wanted Brian to stay in the room with him.

Durring the day he refused to be anywhere other then the kitchen, the bathroom, or his bedroom, convinced that anyone who walked by the house would reach through the windows and try and grab him.

One day, about three weeks after he started talking to Allen, Peter's father came to have dinner in honors of Peter's birthday. He had reached down to give Stewie a hug and the todder who adored his grandfather for his love of violence and distruction of mankind had started to freak out and ran over to hide behind Brian.

He hadn't tried to kill his mother in weeks and when Brian asked about the reasoning, Stewie just said that he wasn't in the mood. Infact all he wanted to really do, apart from being near Brian, was stay in his room and either draw profound images of cartoon characters or sit and stare at the empty air talking to himself. He didn't even talk to Rupert that much. He would sleep with him, and take him everywhere like usual, but he didn't interact with him like he normally did. Brian was wondering if Allen's theropy sessions were doing any good for the toddler. He decided to go and talk with him about Stewie's progress after the 9th visit.

"Well Stewie is showing more anger and I can't seem to get to the root of it. He's opening up a little more but it's just the same thing over and over again." Allen said.

"Well he is here just to talk about his abuse." Brian said a little confused at what the theropist expected from the child.

"Yes, yes, I know that." Allen said dismisedly. "But that's not what I mean. He keeps saying things like 'I'm not afraid of anything', 'I don't get intimidated'. I've asked what he means by those comments but he shuts down everytime. I think what it might be is that he's scared and is angry about it. I've explained to him countless times that it wasn't his fault and that he was the victem but I don't know if he believes me. Talking about it can only get him so far, Brian. He has to believe that he's a survivior inorder to be one." Allen said sadly.

That conversation had taken place three weeks ago. Brian sighed as he took a sleeping Stewie out of his car seat and started walking to the front door. He saw a note taped to it that read:

Brian, Peter and I decided to take the kids to my parents' this weekend. Watch Stewie and keep him out of trouble. Call if you need anything. Hugs to both you and my baby, Love Lois. PS. Uh, Brian...yeah it's Peter. Listen buddy I set the couch on fire and I beat it out with a book. Now I'm not sure cause I couldn't really read what it said and it's probably not even worth mentioning but I think it might have been your special edition of the book with all those boring poems from that dead brawd Emily Chickinson. Dickinson Peter, her name was Emily Dickinson. And you didn't? Well geesh Lois, why would I tell him I did if I didn't?

Brian sighed. He felt his anger rise at Peter. Emily Dickinson was his favorite poet and now the fat idiot has gone and messed that up for him as well. Just like when he told him that Michal Jackson was a guy. Brian shuddered at the memory of his feelings for him. To this day he couldn't understand how he didn't realize it.

Brian opened the door and walked inside. Sure enough the smell of burning fabric reached his nose as he turned on the light and saw the couch still smoking. On the floor infront of it was the evidence of his poetry book's demise. A black heep of burnt paper lay on the rug. He felt tears well up in his eyes at the sight of it. Why did he have to have a friend as stupid as Peter? Why? He closed the door and sat Stewie down by the wall before slowly walking up to his destroyed treasure. With a funeral march beat playing in his head he knelt down by the ashes and bowed his head, 'officialy' saying goodbye to his pride and joy. He was going to kill that fat bastard the moment they got back, Brian thought homicidally as he got up and grabbed the duster buster to clean up the remains of his book.

When he was done he grabbed the fabreze and sprayed the couch with it and then the whle room. By the time he was done with that Stewie had woken up. "Brian?" he asked groggily rubbing his eyes. He looked so cute. Thought Brian as he walked over and picked up Stewie.

"Hey there sleepy eyes." Brian said smiling at him. "You hungry?"

Stewie nodded and Brian walked him into the kitchen to get something fixed up for lunch.

"Good news." Brian said as he set Stewie down in his highchair and began to pull out bread and other supplies for sandwich making.

"What's that?" asked Stewie who still wasn't quite awake yet.

"You and me have the house to ourselves this weekend, everyone went over to Lois's parents."

"Perfect!" chirped Stewie now fully awake at hearing this. This weekend would be the ideal time to carry out his plans. Then he saw Brian's eyes, they looked moist and had a hint of torment in them. "Brian? What's wrong buddy?" Stewie asked concerned.

"Oh it's nothing just Peter burned my special edition of Emily Dickinson Poems that's all, I'm fine, really kid it's nothing."

"Nothing?" questioned Stewie outraged. "The Fat Man really did it this time, you just wait till I get my hands on him he'll rule the day he and Lois ever concieved me!"

Brian laughed a little at the threat. "Glad to see you starting to act like yourself kid. Here." he added placing an egg salad sandwich (Stewie's favorite) in front of him on his tray.

"Hmm, yes, yes. You know I really think I'm starting to finally get over this whole ordeal." Stewie said as he took a bite of his sandwich happily.

"Good to hear it. Does that mean I can sleep in Peter and Lois's room tonight?" asked Brian with a playful smile on his face.

A look of terror filled Stewie's eyes and he stared at Brian. "You wouldn't! Please Brian he could come back at any time! If you're not there he'll take me for sure and then I'll never see yu again!"

"Wow, wow, Stewie calm down. I was just kidding. Of course I'd never leave you like that." Brian said quickly putting an arm around the toddler the best he could and planted a kiss on his giant forehead. Stewie closed his eyes at the touch but when he opened them again they still had a trace of fear in them.

As he ate his sandwich he thought about his plan. He wasn't sure when the perfect time would be to exicute it. He saw advantages and disavantages to both sides. If he went ahead and did it now, then the rest of the weekend would be spent in utter bliss, or utter terror. If he waited till the last moment, then it presous time would have been waisted, or he would be able to go to Lois for comfort almost right afterwords. The thought of allowing his vile mother comfort him didn't bother him as much as it usually did, mainly because of the reason as to why she'd have to comfort him if need be. But in the end, feeling that he was strong enough to handle what he wanted to attempt and not being a very patient person (give him a break he's a toddler), he soon decided the sooner the better.

"Brian." he said hesitantly.

"Yeah." the dog looked up from the newspaper he had been scanning, not really taking in any of what he read.

"Can we go up to my room, please?" Stewie asked him nerviously. Was he getting cold feet already? No, that's obserred, he had more gaul then that, didn't he?

Brian stood up and lifted Stewie out of his chair. He tried to put him back down so he could walk on his own but the tiny boy clung to his collar. He rested his head on Brian's sholder as the dog walked up the stairs. Stewie slid down when they reached the door to his room and waited for Brian to go in first. A little perplexed Brian walked in a head of Stewie. The toddler followed suit and as he did so, he closed the door.

I HATE PETER! I also LOVE Emily Dickinson...but I needed a reason to have Brian smack him in the story, that's always great to watch...or maybe I'll have Stewie do it, IDK. Anyhways, what's Stewie's plan? Keep reading if it's not painfully obvious to you...and even if it is next chapter's what ya'll have been pretty much waiting for as you suffered through this accursed story. WARNING: next chapter contains a whole lot of STEWIE ON BriAN SMUtt! yay! ^^