Title: Running With the Devil
Author: TWbasketcase
Rated: T for cursive language
Chapter Summary: The over done, but well loved reunion fic.
A/N: Okay, thanks to everyone for the great reviews for character death. This next one is dedicated to Midnight…in the spirit of reunion fics…and for humoring me with a Vernon romance story. She is my hero! Please read and review; here is chapter 10! (Oh double digits!)
A/N 2: Oh yeah before I continue…please do not take offense to this ANYONE. I am not ripping on anyone's work; this is all in good nature. If it makes you feel any better I have done things in my stories that I have made fun of in this one. So please, don't be offended. I respect everyone as a writer in this fandom, and I don't mean to hurt anyone's feelings :)

Chapter 10 – Together Again!

Brian lay lazily across the bed and delivered a few small elbow drops to one of Brody's teddy bears. Claire was still caught up in make over madness…while everyone else tried to fend her off. To Brody, Brian seemed as if he was used to Claire's sudden make over urges…and seemed pretty casual about the whole thing.

He rolled over on his side and propped his head on his hand, "So you think that's what people actually think? That we'd just end up suicidal or dead at a young age?"

Brody pondered the question for a few moments while tapping her pencil against her chin, "No, I don't think so. The character deaths are very few compared to the reunion fics where you guys are actually adults with jobs and stuff."

Brian's eyes brightened considerably, "Really? Reunion fics?"

Brody smiled, "Yeah…and a lot of them are really good when they are written right. I mean…some are pretty unrealistic and funny sounding…but I think out of all the 'done over and over again' fics they can be the most fun to read. You know, finding out what happened to everybody."

Brian nodded amusedly, "So? What happens to me then?"

Brody pondered; she thought of the dozens of reunion fics she had read and came up to a simple conclusion, "It's awfully clichéd."

Brian rolled his eyes, "What isn't?"

Brody laughed, "Okay, okay, you're right. Um, usually with you…you get a scholarship,"

"Of course," Brian said blushing, waving a hand in dismissal.

Brody laughed, "Of course…but it is usually to a really big school. I would probably say that you usually end up studying some sort of science and you marry some equally smart girl who's very good looking."

Brian contemplated this, "I like that."

"Yeah well most of them are like high school reunion…or some situation arises where you all have to meet up again. Personally, I think the high school reunion bit is a little over done…and the dramatic situation bit is often better…depending on the situation."

"I see," Brian seemed genuinely interested in this topic, for it was a topic that they couldn't exactly have too much say in…mainly because it hasn't happened yet…technically.

"So what about me?" Allison queried, as she joined them on the bed.

"Um…" Brody crossed her legs underneath of her and pondered, "Well you usually end up being either a psychologist/social worker or an artist. And for some reason you and Andy get married and have so many kids I can never remember all of their names."

Allison frowned, "Lots of kids?"

Brody sighed and nodded, "Tons."

"What do they think I am overly horny or something?"

"It was probably the whole nymphomaniac bit," Bender piped up…once again butting in on conversation.

"Why does that always come back and bite me in the ass?" Allison asked herself out loud.

Brody laughed, "It's funny really. Brian and Allison are usually always the same thing in these fics, but the others tend to be up in the air. Andy kinda sits on the fence."

"What do you mean?" Andy asked.

"Well usually 50 of the time you are a wrestling coach…the other 50 is up in the air."

Andy nodded, "Why would people want me to be a wrestling coach? I thought I made it clear that I don't want sports to completely run my life?"

Brody scowled, "I don't know I didn't write it!"

"What about me? Don't forget about me!" Bender insisted.

Brody rolled her eyes, "God the list goes on with you. Where do I start…oh the runaway daughter?"

Bender cocked an eyebrow, "Huh?"

"You knock up Claire early; she's never allowed to see you again, and years later your daughter runs half way around the country looking for you…which sparks an entire Breakfast Club reunion."

He squished up his face, "O-kay…next one!"

"Okay, the construction worker and auto mechanic…although they sound okay to me. I could see you doing something like that…you aren't planning on college are you?"

Bender didn't skip a beat, "I dunno…I can't afford it, and it's not like I will be getting a scholarship with my track record….don't expect a lawyer out of me or anything."

"It's happened."

His eyes almost bulged out of his skull, "You're kidding!"

She shook her head, "I am not. Usually in the stories where you are highly successful it's because Claire changed you to a good boy and you decided to go through college to make a better life for yourself."

Andy burst out laughing, "That's silly! Can you honestly see John Bender changing at the drop of a hat for somebody and going to a University?" He continued laughing…holding his stomach and slapping his knee.

"Very funny Sporto…I can be smart enough for college! I don't have a lobotomy!"

Andy laughed even harder, so John just shrugged and turned back to Brody, "What else?"

"Owner or manager of your own business," she continued.

Bender contemplated that for a moment and then nodded, "I guess I can deal with that…it's a sex shop, right?"

Andy continued to laugh and this time Brian and Allison joined in with him. Bender rolled his eyes, "Ha, ha, ha…you're just jealous because I have my own slut shop and you don't!"

Brody suppressed a laugh, "Well…I don't think anyone has written about Bender's own sex shop…but you have owned a bar…managed a grocery store…auto repair. I think you even wrote for the newspaper once."

Bender nodded and patted himself on the shoulder, "Damn I'm good!"

Claire came over and sat next to him, "Okay, what about my future?"

"Yours varies as well…interior decorator, personal shopper, secretary, hairstylist, waitress…"

"WAITRESS!" She shrieked.

Brody winced and jumped back a step, "Just temporary!"

Claire grumbled, "They really do hate me, don't they?"

"Well in other news," Bender started to change the subject.

"Wanna hear about you and Bender?" Brody asked optimistically.

Claire raised her eyebrows in distaste, "I don't even want to know…"

"And why is that? You don't think I'm good enough for you, do you prissy pants!" Bender mockingly hollered at her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Fine tell me…anything to shut him up!"

Brody laughed, "Okay usually you two are the ones who have the sob story. You guys broke up, or are always on again off again…basically the story revolves around you two getting back together. Sometimes there will be a kid in the picture and sometimes there won't be. But usually in the end everything is perfect; you live happily ever after, and have money."

"While the rest of us are wrestling coaches," Andy grumbled.

"And social workers," Allison added.

"Or boring," Brian piped up, in a sing song voice.

Brody laughed out loud, "Okay…well where do you guys see yourselves?"

"Well let's look at the facts here," Claire started.

Bender turned to Andy, mocking enthusiasm, "Yeah! Wanna Scooby snack, boy?"

Andy punched him in the arm; Claire just rolled her eyes and continued, "Well Brian…obviously he is the brain here. More than likely if any of us were to be overly successful it would be him. I mean, he is bilingual, has a 4.0 GPA, and excels in science and mathematics. You can get just about anywhere you want with that."

"Except for a lamp making factory," Bender drawled.

"Shut up John. So scholarship or not, he can still make it places because he has the brains to do it. I would probably say university; although it would be interesting to explore how Brian would be in University to deal with the academic pressure himself, and not having his mom around."

"I think he would do well," Allison added.

Claire smiled, "Me too."

Bender snorted, "Okay let's stop kissing Brainiac's ass…he'll probably get a boner or something. Let's do me!"

"Stupid, arrogant, asshole, jackass, smartass, retarded," Andy answered for him.

"Fuck you, jockstrap!"

"Okay, okay!" Claire warned, "John you would probably be good doing something with your hands."

"Wanna test that theory out, cherry?" He drawled suggestively.

"No seriously! We know that you are good at shop…and you can't deal too well with authority…you would probably do better in an individual setting rather than a team work setting."

He frowned, "And why is that? I'm not a sociopath!"

She frowned, "No, you would get too distracted."

"Good point," Brian offered.

"So what do you suggest then Missus Know-it-all?"

She shrugged, "I don't know welding; mechanics; carpentry; pipe-fitting; a plumber…"

He burst out laughing, "A PLUMBER?"

Allison grinned, "Sure why not? You can be an ass everywhere you go!"

"Or you can be a hair dresser…working with your hands, talking with a lisp, figuring out the perfect length for your face…" Andy shot.

"I think maybe I should be like a pool boy or a gardener or something, and work with rich broads like your ma," Bender stated, surprisingly ignoring the remarks from Andy and Allison.

Claire let out a frustrated sigh, "John, how many times do I have to tell you! My mom is not having an affair with the pool boy!"

"I'll believe it when I see it!" He shot back.

Brody let out a low whistle, "Okay…moving on. Allison."

"I think we should just lock her up," Bender offered.

"I think she would make a good writer," Brian suggested.

Allison cocked an eyebrow, "Why is that?"

"Well the way I see it, you have a broad imagination, you would get to work by yourself and let yourself go…and you could do anything you want. Plus you would have a better chance making money off of it than you would with art. Art is a tough field unless you are a teacher."

"You can also take into consideration that she can write with her feet…like move strange ways…she can play the piano…" Andy added in.

"So when it comes down to it I think she could make a good teacher in a lot of areas!" Claire said excitedly.

"Oh yeah," Bender drawled, "Are you forgetting about the fact the SHE IS a sociopath?"

"I wouldn't mind teaching if it was little kids," Allison offered.

"Well think about it…she could make a good dance teacher, or art teacher…maybe even a music teacher!"

"Well at least it isn't a wrestling coach," Andy piped up.

"You know Andy; I don't think you have the patience to be a wrestling coach. I think you would be good somewhere you can put your own body into action, yet at the same time get some kind of satisfaction from it all. Like a cop…or a firefighter…someone where you get an adrenaline rush from it…and at the same time doing something good for yourself and others." Claire analyzed.

"Yeah it would be a perfect excuse from him to show off, brag, throw his weight around, and still shower with other men," Bender added.

"Fuck you Bender!"

"Claire's turn!" Bender called, with his hand cupped around his mouth.

Claire sighed, "Okay so what do you guys think?"

Brian cleared his throat, "Well first off, your dad has a lot of money to send you anywhere you want to go. You have experience with clubs and student council…so that would be okay experience for a committee job. You know French literature, you are good with cosmetics and fashion…"

"I think she would make a good nurse," Allison blurted.

Claire cocked an eyebrow, "Really?"

Allison hesitated and then nodded, "Yeah. You could talk to people all day, have lots of co-workers, meet new people all of the time…help people when they feel sad, put make-up on the old ladies when they don't feel pretty anymore."

"And you can wear a skimpy uniform," John added with a grin.

Claire rolled her eyes and smiled at Allison, "I never thought about that before."

"Or a good lawyer," Andy added in, "She's knows how to get what she wants."

Claire rolled her eyes, "Yeah…thanks."

Brian grinned, "Don't you love it when they go from compliments and being nice, to insults and being rude?"

TBC

A/N: Okay Kendall, your Wednesday update came an hour late! I can't help it! Ha! But at least I put it up right? If you decide to get a mob to lynch me…just make sure you have torches and pitch forks! I like fire. (Okay my psychoness is shining through again). So I think for my next chapter I am going to touch on a little more serious note (well as serious as I can get in this story anyways), just something that Midnight and I have talked about that bothers me a bit. So that should be up this weekend (as it is impossible for me to update on Thursdays and Fridays). So I hope you all enjoyed chapter 10, watch out for the next one! Peace!

Kristen