"Good, your buddy Peter owes us a lot of money, and we want it, now."

Oh wonderful, Peter did something stupid, well this really shouldn't be much of a surprise, Brian thought, but he hasn't gotten himself in this much trouble in a while. "So what did the fat guy do this time?" he questioned, and removed a lighter and cig from his dog pocket.

"Your friend, has borrowed quite a few things from us, and since he can not return them, I want cash." The tall man brought a canister to his lips and sipped, while pacing around Brian.

The dog kept his cool, eyes sticking to the man and not his associates who were closing in.

"But," he sighed, shoulders drooping, "apparently Mr. Griffin is in a financial jam." He stopped his pacing to lean in Brian's face and delivered a toothy grin. "So he is giving us something much more, 'valued' as I will put it, to us."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Brian croaked, trying not to sound or look as terrified as he was. This pale man certainly knew how to keep someone on there toes.

The man's grin widened. "A test subject." Before Brian could even figure out what he had said the man's long, then fingers had snapped and he was tackled and thrown into a car.


Around the same time, Lois had arrived back and the house, and noticed Brian was missing. Assuming he left for drinks, she sighed and mumbled how terrible he was for leaving Stewie.

"At least you are alright," sighed the red head, running her fingers through her son's hair. Stewie sat on the couch, pouting and wondering where Brian could be. He knew the dog would have already been back roaring drunk if he had gone for drinks.

"Lois…" moaned a voice from the kitchen, causing the pair to jump. "Lois I need your help."

"Peter?" Lois left the couch to assist her husband.

"Thank god you're here, I need to you open that." He pointed at a pickle jar that was looking pretty rough.

She pulled out a butter knife, "Have you tried tapping the lid with this?"

"Noooo…." he narrowed his eyes and took the knife from Lois. He brought his arm back and hit the jar with so much force it sent it flying into the kitchen wall.

He turned and looked at his wife, "Who told you that? Because they were wrong Lois, wrong. Now pick that up."


Stewart left the couch as soon as he heard glass shatter. No need to stick around for that mess. He had better things to do, that figuring out where the hell Brian went.


Brian's hands clung to the metal archway as men pulled him away. His claws had been snipped and his fur almost completely shaven off. Whatever these men planned on doing with him, he wanted no part. Unfortunately tired from his walk, his paws slipped and the men pushed him into the all metal compartment.

Thoughts about his life raced through his mind as he kicked and banged himself against the walls, hoping to find a loose point. "God, I've got to get out of here, see everyone again. Lois, Peter, Meg, Chris, Quagmire, Joe, and Stewie. I need to see Stewie again. I have to help him heal. Please… With a final kick, the dog passed out.


Night rolled in, and Stewie's eyelids fell together. He had fallen asleep on the couch, waiting for Brian. Lois tried to put him to bed earlier, but he just crawled back down stairs.

The doorbell rang, which caused Stu to roll to the floor, and waking up. Groaning, he stood and answered the door. A boy, who looked around 10 years old, stood at the door. He had ruffled white hair and a muscular build. He looked at Stewie with relief and pulled the younger boy into a hug.

Stewie, furious, pushed him away. "Who the hell are you?"

The boy backed off and scratched the back of his head, "Stewie," Stewie's eyebrow's raised, "it's me. Brian."

Stewart nearly fainted, but collected himself. "Who?" he choked, hoping that he had heard incorrectly.

"Brian. The dog." He ran his hand through his hair. "Look, I'll explain it later, I'm really tired." Like clockwork, he let out a long yawn. Stewie looked unconvinced, but he had to admit he was exhausted as well.

"Fine…" Stewie muttered and sat on the couch. "But how do I know you are Brian?"

"Good point. Well, I know that-" he stopped. Stewie had fallen asleep on the couch.

Brian, somehow in his new body, picked the boy up and carried him up to his room. He curled a piece of his hair with his finger and left.

So he stayed awake to wait for me, cute. Brian thought before he fell asleep, dreading the day to follow. Oh how was he going to explain himself?


Yes I'm sure someone will be disappointed in me somewhere xD but I don't think Brian and Stu would ever happen romantically if he was still a dog. Sorry for the lateness with this one, had some trouble writing the last part, thank god for music. Really gets the gears turning. Also, Stu getting raped and having revenge is still the plot. Don't worry, I have everything planned. ;D