Okay, I've decided to make this a two-part finale. I'm very sorry that I haven't updated in almost a year. Hopefully I can get the final chapter up much sooner. I REALLY enjoyed writing this, and I hope that you've enjoyed reading this! Maybe I'll write more in the future. ;) YOU ALL keep me going with this!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Only any OCs that will appear (such as Ken Broderick and his representative)!

Enjoy! ;D

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It was the night before the Griffins were to leave for their flight to Washington. Meg was in her room, checking her bags and making sure that she had everything.

"Bows, arrows, check and check," she grinned. "Now for everything else..."

"Meg! Lights out!" Lois called from hers and Peter's bedroom.

"Just a few minutes, Mom!"

There's no way I'm gonna be sleeping tonight. No way in hell.

In the master bedroom, Lois was in bed reading a book when in emerged her husband with a sheet of paper, grinning from ear to ear.

"Peter, for God's sakes, what are you so happy about?"

"Lois, I was at the Clam-"

"What else is new?" Brian interrupted.

"-when Horace gave me this!" Peter excitedly thrust the paper over to Lois, practically shoving it over to her.

"What is it?" Lois asked.

"It's a betting pool!" Peter replied happily.

"Peter, no one will be betting in DC," Brian pointed out.

"Oh, how do you know, Brian?" Peter retorted. "People bet at competitive events all the time!"

Brian rolled his eyes and continued reading the newspaper.

Lois sighed. "Anyway, Peter, what are you betting? You're betting on Meg, right?"

"Oh, you silly wife of mine, of course not!" Peter grinned. "What is this, Cinna and Katniss from The Hunger Games? I'm betting on the rival team from New York! The kids on that team have a damn good aim!"

"Peter, you can't place a bet against your own daughter!" Lois protested.

"And why the hell not?"

"She's your daughter, and you're going to support her whether you like it or not!"

"But I don't wanna!" Peter whined childishly. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

"Ugh, you know what, just come to bed and we can talk in the morning," Lois rolled her eyes. "We have to wake up early for our flight tomorrow. Goodnight." She turned off the light and rolled over.

"What, no sex?" Peter pouted.

"NO!"

"Please?"

"No, Peter! Go to sleep."

"Please?"

"No!"

"Pleeeease?"

"I said no, Peter!"

"...A little?"

There was a grumble. "Fine."

Meg grimaced as she heard everything from her bedroom.

"Typical Dad, always wanting to do something against me," she muttered as she climbed into bed. It took her a little while to get to sleep, but eventually she did.

In the morning, Meg thought she had to get up for school when she heard the alarm clock. But it wasn't 7:00 when she looked at the alarm, it was 5:30, and that's when she remembered what was going on.

She had to put on heavyset clothing because it was very cold out, but there was no snow, which was good.

The last thing I need is a damn blizzard stopping the flight, she thought.

About thirty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Lois came in carrying Stewie, who wasn't even dressed yet. A foul smell in the air instantly told Meg what Lois wanted from her.

"Meg, can you change Stewie and get him ready?" Lois asked. "Apparently your father doesn't know how to pack a suitcase."

"Ugh, fine," Meg grumbled. She took Stewie from her mother and went into his room.

"Haha! How's it smell, Megan?" Stewie tormented while Meg was changing his diaper, delighted at Meg turning her head away in disgust. "Come on now! Brian can handle this better than you!"

"Then why can't he do this?" Meg asked.

After Stewie was in a clean diaper, he kept bullying his sister as she was getting him ready. Meg got him dressed very quickly and ran to her parents' room, where Lois was showing Peter how to fold pants. She set Stewie on the bed.

"Peter, you need to-" Lois began.

"Let's just do it for him," Meg interrupted, eyeing her mother. "It'll take too much time if you show him now!"

The family left for the airport soon afterwards. Meg made damn sure not to sit by Chris on the airplane, because he always liked to poke her or shove her or something of the like.

So she sat by Brian, who was in the middle. Stewie sat to their left by the window, annoying Brian. Peter, Chris, and Lois sat in front of them.

About halfway into the plane ride, Peter started tapping his foot in obvious boredom. The constant sighing eventually got to Lois, and she looked up from the book she was reading in annoyance.

"Peter, what is it?" she asked.

"I'm so bored, Lois!" Peter quipped. "What the hell is there to do?"

Lois offered him her book, but Peter turned his head away in disgust.

"A book, Lois? Really?" he scoffed. "I'm not some Einstein, you know!"

Lois rolled her eyes and went back to reading.

All was quiet on the plane for a grand total of about five minutes. But it wasn't long before Peter started tapping his foot again, but this time he was smiling and whistling a familiar little tune (NOT what you think!).

"Peter, what are you-" Lois began.

But Peter began singing loudly before she could finish. "I'M HENRY THE EIGHTH, I AM! HENRY THE EIGHTH, I AM, I AM!"

"Oh, God," Meg muttered behind him, putting her iPod down and covering her face with her hands. Peter's second all-time favorite song was almost as irritating as Surfin' Bird was.

"I GOT MARRIED TO THE WIDOW NEXT DOOR!" Peter continued, getting out of his seat and dancing around. "SHE'S BEEN MARRIED SEVEN TIMES BEFORE! Sing it, Chris!"

"Peter, shut up and sit the hell down!" an embarrassed Lois whispered.

But much to her horror (and everyone else except Peter's), Chris jumped right in.

"AND EVERY ONE WAS A HENRY!"

"HENRY!" they both screeched. "SHE WOULDN'T HAVE A WILLY OR A SAM, NO SAM!"

Everyone else on the plane blocked their ears and did all they could to block out the two fat, horribly-singing idiots. But with not much avail.

Eventually plane security was called, and Peter and Chris were threatened that if they didn't shut up immediately, then they would be tied to their seats and gagged for the rest of the trip, and there they stopped.

About four hours later, there was an announcement over the intercom.

"Attention, passengers. We are nearing the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport in Arlington, Virginia. We will be landing in about five minutes. Please keep your seat belts fastened, and we hope you have enjoyed your flight with us...well, except for that earlier incident...thank you!"

"Yay, we're almost there!" Chris yelled out.

Please, PLEASE don't sing again! Meg thought. But she couldn't help but smile in agreement.

Soon they landed, and Peter tried to get Meg to carry his luggage, but only until Meg held up her arrow in self-defense. She was glad for this, because she was worried that she couldn't bring them.

"Peter, get your own luggage, Meg, stop pointing that thing at your father and put that thing away!" Lois scolded the both of them.

The family disembarked the plane and entered the large airport. There were people running around to and fro, hurrying to get to their flights. Some had appeared to even missed them and they were trying to book another one.

"Hey, Meg, there's someone over there that's holding up your name," Brian pointed out.

Meg looked, and there was a tall man with black hair holding up a large sign reading, "MEG GRIFFIN." The family approached them with their luggage, and Meg stepped up to him with a smile.

"I'm Meg Griffin," she introduced herself, holding out her hand.

The man shook it. "Nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Carlton Jackson, the assistant for Ken Broderick. He's waiting for you at the hotel you will be staying at for the next several days."

"But they're aware that we're actually here, right?" Lois asked, her eyes still fixed on a scam. "I mean, my father is a very rich businessman, and-"

"No need to worry, Mrs. Griffin," Carlton replied. "We've got it all covered."

"Hehehehehe," Peter giggled. "Carlton. That's funny. You've got the same name as the son from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air!"

"Oh, so you think my name is funny?" Carlton asked, offended.

"No! No, no, no, no, no!" Meg waved her arms frantically. She didn't want her father to ruin things for her (again), even though he was basically responsible for them being here now. "No, sir. My dad was just saying that it's cool that you share a name with a famous character!"

She gave him a smile, hoping that that would cool him down, which it did.

"Okay, ma'am. Let's take you all to the hotel where you will be staying," Mr. Jackson turned around, and the family followed him.

"Oh, boy, a limo!" Chris yelled when they saw the vehicle that would take them away. He clapped his hands.

In fifteen or so minutes, the black limo pulled up to the Willard Intercontinental Hotel. The biggest hotel in the whole city. Lois was still unsure about all this, even though Meg kept trying to convince her that it was all fine.

"Mrs. Griffin, the team sponsors will be paying for your rooms," Carlton tried to help Meg.

"Oh...um, okay then," Lois sighed.

When the family walked inside, their jaws dropped open, practically touching the ground at how huge and how beautiful the lobby was. There was a large fountain in the center, and the walls were gold and white. Everything looked so valuable and breakable.

"Oh. My. God. This is the prettiest hotel that I've ever been in!" Meg cried.

"All the teams and their families get suite rooms," Mr. Jackson explained. "Meg, Mr. Broderick will be waiting on you in your room."

He handed Meg the hotel keys. "Now I gotta get back to the airport and get to the next team member's family. Your room number is on the key. Have a nice day, everyone!"

The family's luggage was placed on one of those hotel carts. One of the employees, a stocky man with strawberry blonde hair, rode in the elevator. Peter tapped on him, whispering, "Psst, psst!"

"Yes, sir?" the man asked.

"Can you tell me where the mini-bar is in this place?" Peter asked. "People are doing nice things for my daughter and I need a drink. Now."

"Peter, no!" Lois scolded. "You will not be getting drunk while we're here! You're going to support Meg like everyone else!"

Meg was still getting used to the fact that Lois had stopped making fun of her, and was trying to be a better mother towards her. And so far, it was working. For one, Lois could now say "I love you," to her daughter, and complimented her on her skills in archery, and sounding like she meant it.

But still, Meg couldn't help but shift uncomfortably when Peter insulted her. She was getting sick and damn tired of it.

The employee said nothing while gripping onto the cart, and soon enough, they were on the floor where their suite was. It was near the top floor, so there had to be a pretty view outside.

Brian, whom Meg had given the keys to, opened the door to the suite. As promised, Ken Broderick was seated on the sofa. He stood up.

Meg stepped forward, smiling nervously. She wasn't shy, she wanted to make a good first impression. "It's nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. Broderick."

"The pleasure is mine, Meg," the older man grinned, shaking her hand. "And you can call me Ken. Mr. Broderick is my father."

"Okay, Ken." Meg turned back, looking at her family. "Oh, Ken, this is my family. There's my mom, Lois, my dad, Peter, my younger brothers, Chris and Stewie, and our dog, Brian." She pointed to each one as she spoke.

Ken approached Peter. "So I'm assuming that you're the man who gave my representative your address at the last competitive event?" he asked.

"Uhh..." Peter frowned and turned to Lois. "What?"

"Peter, you don't remember because you were drunk," Brian answered for Lois, rolling his eyes. "You're...technically the reason why Meg has this opportunity."

Meg gave Brian a smile.

"Yes, yes he is," she said.

"It's fine, my brother is an alcoholic, too," Ken grimaced for a moment. "Umm...you guys can all pick out your rooms real fast, then Meg, I need to talk to you about what's going on this weekend."

"Okay," Meg replied.

So the family picked out their rooms. Peter, Lois, and Brian were in the master bedroom, and the kids all had their own rooms. Stewie's room even had a crib for him in it.

Meg and Ken decided to talk in the former's room. Meg sat on the large bed (which made her look really small), and Ken sat in an armchair across from her.

"What do we need to discuss, sir?" Meg asked.

"Not too much," Ken promised. "We just need to go over what will happen over the course of the next several days, and who your rival teams are and all that. But you will have time to sightsee, so don't worry."

"Umm...my dad mentioned to my mom that there's a rival team from New York. I'm just curious, sir, who are my teammates?"

"Meg, you'll be on the Rhode Island team, from Providence," Ken nodded. "But yeah, there's a team from New York. There's actually seven teams."

"Go on..."

"The teams are from seven states. There's Providence, Rhode Island, which is your team. You'll meet your teammates when it's time for dinner. The six other teams are New York, Pensacola, Florida, Atlanta, Georgia, Dallas, Texas, Salt Lake City, Utah, and Denver, Colorado. You got that?"

"Wow, some of the teams have to travel pretty far to get here," Meg chuckled. "But yeah, I got that."

"The actual competition will be in three days, on Saturday," Ken held up three fingers. "And during that time, you and your teammates will be training in a YMCA a few blocks down, for five hours each day. You'll get two breaks, one for sitting and one for lunch. Both last fifteen minutes."

"Okay, sir. What about the actual competition?"

"I told you on the videotape that it'll be at 11:00 in the morning in front of the Washington Monument. The competition will have three rounds, two hours each. Every team will go once, but you have to wait thirty seconds before you can shoot another arrow. After which there will be a thirty-minute break. And during the two breaks the targets will be moved back, like at the previous competitions. The scores of every team and person on that team will be recorded, and you know how it works from there. The scores will be added up, and the person with the highest final score is the winner."

Meg had gotten a notepad and pen and was taking notes. "That seems fair enough, Ken. Is there anything else I should know?"

"Just be at the Y at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Your instructor will meet you there."

"Okay, I'll see them there."

"Cool." Ken got up from the chair. "Your teammates will meet you in the banquet hall a couple floors below in an hour. Carlton will come and get you, so I'll see you out there, Meg. Good luck!"

"Thanks!" Meg grinned, watching as he exited the room.

Meg decided to take a quick shower in her bathroom to freshen herself up and decided to just stay in her regular clothes once she got out. Wearing the archery uniform wasn't required at the dinner, plus she didn't want to risk spilling food on a white outfit.

Carlton Jackson came up to get the family for dinner an hour later as promised. There were two large tables laid out buffet-style with food (there was even a roast pig), and people were already talking and eating. Meg found the area in which she sat, with the Rhode Island banner.

Immediately Peter rushed over to where the drinks were held, and I'm sure that you know by now what drink he was trying to go after.

"Peter, it's 6:00 at night, and there's people everywhere!" Lois called after him. "Why now?"

But of course Peter didn't listen.

"People are being nice to Meg and doing things for her and I don't like it!" Peter whined, stomping his foot like a child who was being forced to eat vegetables.

"Well, too bad, we're here for her, and if I catch you with so much as one drop of alcohol-" Lois began.

Meg didn't want to hear the rest. She decided that while she was here, she was going to pretend that she didn't know who Peter was. She quickly got herself a plate of food and a can of Pepsi and sat down with her team. The families of every team sat there too.

As Meg was eating, she heard someone calling her name. "Meg! Meg Griffin! Over here!"

She looked around for the source of the voice, until she found a girl waving her arms frantically. Meg asked Brian to make sure that no one took her plate and ran over to the girl.

"Jaylynn!" Meg grinned.

Jaylynn Walters was another girl on Meg's archery team back in Quahog. She was a pale girl with long dark hair and a good aim. She was seventeen years old and tall for her age, about 5'7.

"What's up?" Meg asked. "I haven't really seen you since I won the first competition a couple months ago."

"I've had a busy life," Jaylynn admitted. "I'm here because I showed Ellen some of my skills, and she contacted Ken Broderick and showed him what I did, so...here I am."

"I wish Eliza could be here, the three of us could team up and ask for the same training instructor. But the two of us can do that."

"Yeah. I'm pretty excited, aren't you?"

"I have many feelings," Meg admitted, glancing up at the ceiling. "Excited, nervous, scared shitless, all of that."

When the girls were through eating, Meg introduced Jaylynn to her family (with the exception of her father, who was probably in a mini-bar somewhere).

"Where's your dad?" Jaylynn asked. "I'd like to meet him, too."

Meg scrunched up her face. "Trust me, no you don't. Just ask Eliza once we're back home."

"...Okay."

Later that night, Meg could hardly sleep. Sure, she was in probably one of the most comfortable beds that she had ever been in, but that didn't help much. She was worried that her father might try and do something to ruin her at the competition.

She decided to get up after awhile and get herself a glass of milk in the suite's kitchen.

Meg sat at the table, trying to calm her thoughts down. She tried to get Peter, Ken Broderick, and the events that were to come out of her head.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Meg gasped and jumped slightly when she heard Brian's voice, then she laughed nervously in relief.

"Huh? Yeah, I guess..." she trailed off absentmindedly.

"Nervous?" Brian sat down beside her.

"Tons of feelings. There's just a lot going on in my head right now. But I just can't shake the feeling that Dad will try and do something to me at the actual competition. That's just like him."

"Meg, it'll be fine," Brian tried to reassure her. "They don't even let anyone except for the instructors and competitors onto the field."

"I hope so," Meg said softly, sipping her milk.

There was a long silence, and then Brian spoke up again. "If Peter does try anything, I'll hold him back."

Meg put her empty glass down, giving the dog a smile. "Thanks. It's likely that he'll listen to you anyways."

"That of course, if there were a bribe," Brian replied. The two shared a laugh.

"Okay," Meg nodded. "Well, I'm going back to bed, Brian. Goodnight."

"Night," Brian threw over his shoulder.

Meg didn't know why, but she felt exhausted after that. She didn't know if it was the milk or the short conversation that she and Brian had shared, but she fell asleep right when she climbed into bed.

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Okay, the next chapter will be the final. Please, please leave me reviews and/or ideas! Peace!