Ring the bell rang, the children in the fourth grade class cheered and ran out to the hall, soon colliding with the others, everyone in a hurry to leave the school as fast as possible.

Bart was in no such hurry, still in detention for that one time he'd taken the fall for Lisa (thankfully he'd managed to convince Chalmers to make Seymour lower the number to five weeks instead of six hundred days (aka until halfway through sixth grade). He wrote on the old chalkboard (that he suspected they hadn't thrown away for the sole reason he could do his detentions on) 'I will not exploit the faculty's incompetency' repeatedly, waiting for Ms. K to get tired and let him go.

Which, fortunately, wasn't long. After he'd passed the 50 mark, she said "alright, Bart. That's enough for today. I have to say, I'm surprised you haven't got any more detentions this week"

Bart smiled, but didn't say anything, cleaning his hand and picking his backpack, he said "Goodbye, Ms. Krabapple!" "have a nice weekend, Bart. See you on Monday!"

As Bart skate-boarded towards his apartment, he couldn't help feel a bit out of place.

He groaned in sadness. He might've been able to make others believe he didn't care for this family anymore, but like every other time he'd…left home for an undecided number of days, he'd reached the state of Homesickness.

He missed how Homer would join him (or recruit him) for a crazy adventure. He missed how they would (fruitlessly) try and teach Maggie to talk. He missed his mother's groans at the sight of Him and Lisa fighting. He missed hanging out with Ned, or tricking Rod into skipping about town singing 'I am gay for my brother'.

Hell, he even missed being manipulated into one of Lisa's experiments. Even Shock torture (like that one time) would be better than this. he missed how they'd go on a crazy adventure, or write songs, or torture dad's favorite Bartender whenever they felt like it.

With a sigh, he unlocked the door to his flat, entering his house, where his sister was waiting for him.

In her normal red dress and white pearls, she was sitting on a chair, looking at him with an expression he couldn't read. She was definitely nervous though, if how she bit her lips, tapped on the wooden chair with her fingers, and avoided looking at his face were any clue.

But why was she here? Was she here to end the stupid restriction order? (not that he'd return home with that fixed. That was just the straw that broke the camel's back) was she here to talk or taunt? Bart didn't know.

But something he did know was that he needed to change the lock, soon.

She was here because she needed something from him, and she was nervous because she knew he wasn't going to give it to her easily.

Homesickness? Poof.

"Lisa" he said coldly, "What do you want?"


POV change

'what do you want'

Wow. That was cold. that's not the Bart Lisa remembered. Of course, it'd been almost a whole month since they'd actually talked last, and last time she'd been standing this closely to the guy, it hadn't gone well. more like the roles had been reversed (with Bart getting the one tortured for once. He hadn't liked that.)

Maybe she shouldn't have been that hard on him. all this could have been avoided if she'd just ensured he would keep his distance, and stop trying to get back at him.

No, if Bart could act like an asshole, so could Lisa

But Bart never RUINED life for you, did he?

Well, no time for regrets. There was something important at stake.

"Bart," she said, "it's Milhouse. He's not acting normal" she said, with a look full of worry.

Bart didn't seem to be impressed, "Milhouse, who you 'asked' to get out of your life in front of the entire population of our school, is handling his situation as well as anyone can." He shook his head, "He's trying to forget what you did to him in front of all our classmates. So please, don't pour salt in his open wound."

Lisa pulled out her Tablet, "look. I'm serious. Taffy's a fifth grader. There's no way she just likes Milhouse." She showed her Spring-Face Page to Bart, who said "wait. Why does your spring-face app look different than mine?"

"Not the time, Bart. As I was saying, a girl like her, could get a fifth grader, even Kyle O'Bianco!"

Bart looked sideways, then said "so what? just because she's popular, she should automatically ignore Milhouse?" "What? Bart, that's not what I'm saying! Taffy's up to something, okay? And I can't find out what it is. I tried everything I knew of, but I got nothing"

"maybe you found nothing because there's nothing to find! Ever thought of that?" "oh please! She's obviously got an ulterior motive. I have to find it"

Bart took a deep breath, massaged his temples, and said "so why are you here? What do you want from me?"

Lisa sighed, and shuddered, as if struggling to say something she didn't want (and it's really hard for her to do that. She was always the one people came to for help!), and said "I need your help, you in?"

Bart looked at her, staring for quite a long minute, and then said "what's in it for me?"

Lisa blinked, "Excuse me?"

"I know Taffy. We've sit together at Lunchtime for almost a week, she's more of a friend to me than you are" he said, looking at Lisa sternly, "even more, your actions will probably return Milhouse to the state I found him after you were done with him. he's my best friend, and I'm ashamed of even saying this, but if I'm going to hurt my friends again, I'm not doing it for free"

Lisa narrowed her eyes, but she knew she couldn't just drag him along. This needed thoughtful manipulations instead.

She sighed, "okay. What do you want?" Bart rolled his eyes, "for one thing, your Key to this house. And for another, I want that order rescinded."

Lisa rolled her eyes, "I'm here, aren't I? the order was already rescinded before I came here. And trust me, it took two days of thinking it over before I went to court. Your welcome back home" she gulped, before saying quietly, "if you want"

Bart smirked, "it's easier here. But I appreciate the offer." He rose, and said "alright. we'll do it your way. What's the plan?"

"it's time to get boots on the ground!"


"Argh!" came the voice from the kitchen, as Marge walked to the kitchen, she saw Homer bumping his head to the table softly, she shook her head, before putting a hand on his shoulders, "oh, my poor Homie!" at that, Homer rose frantically, grabbing her arms, he said "Marge, do you hear it? Listen! It's the hair! Growing, always growing! Blonde, Brunette, AUBURN!" Marge rolled her eyes, first Lisa's obsession with this new girl Milhouse was going out with, now Homer? this family is getting out of hand second after second!

She said "this ENDS now!"

And as soon as Homer had gulped down the beer in the bottle in his hands, she sat on the chair in front of him, "now Homer, with that out of the way, we need to talk"


A.N

A thing to say. The Lisa in the episode Homer Scissorhands was really obsessive about Milhouse, basically acting like "if I don't like him, nobody can!" until the final moments of her subplot story, where the unthinkable happened (C'mon. you know it was unthinkable. Almost half the fandom thought it was unthinkable, and even though it's almost canon that she'll end up with Milhouse eventually, half the fandom does not accept that. For god's sake there are people who ship her with ralph!

Now, since I had to make a few changes in the dynamics of the story, She's even more obsessive than canon Lisa, which is why she comes for help to Bart, of all people

Another thing, As I upload this, I'm working on at the most two more chapters for this story, by then this Arc will probably end. Then I'll have to think how to continue the story.

So I'm open to suggestions, just comment them if you have any.

Davoid, Signing off.