Title: Running With the Devil
Author: TWBasketcase
Chapter: 13…my lucky number
Rated: T
A/N: Okay I know it has been awhile…but here is the last chapter, lol. It won't have as much spunk as the others but I figured I had to wrap it up properly! So I hope you like (and are still a little bit interested). Please R&R.

Chapter 13 – Blast Back to the Past...But Not Really

Brody scribbled frantically down on her paper getting the finishing touches down on chapter one of her new and improved story. It had taken her nearly the whole day and night to get it all down and out…and to say it had been easy would be an understatement.

Not only did she have to feed and listen to the rabid pack of animals that were the breakfast club for the last 17 hours…but she also had a lot of her stuff broken, had to break up many fights, and almost suffered from a concussion and death from electrocution. To say it had been easy to deal with them would be a major, major understatement.

She almost felt sorry for Vernon at this point.

She wanted to start her story off pre-detention. She wanted to focus on the lives of all six characters – Bender, Claire, Andrew, Allison, Brian, and Vernon – with a few cameos from Carl, just to get a feel of character development, family lives, and friends; have all of the 'crimes' committed, and then off to detention where their lives were to change forever.

After everything though, she was glad that her perspective had changed. She realized that yes, fan fiction should NOT take up her entire life to the point where she loses sleep over it, but to use it as a means to take her favorite characters and let her imagination run wild. And no, the movie didn't give her MUCH to work with, but she realized that there was enough there right in front of her face to do the characters justice.

No ridiculous rapes, murders, and beatings.

Not all of their families like to beat their children and punish them to a life of misery.

They didn't have to be walking, talking clichés.

And that was what she realized was going to make her story. If she could just come up with one interesting plot line, one interesting theme, and just bring those characters to life the way that they did in the original movie in the first place then all would work out for her. Sure, she was still going to get some criticism no matter what the cause, but that is okay. Constructive criticism was to be taken as a compliment that someone had taken the time of their day to read her story and help her to become a good writer.

Hell that was exactly what the Breakfast Club did for her today.

In their own strange, fucked up little way.

She looked back up…and sure enough all five of them were staring at her. Waiting for their lives to return so they could be sent back 21 years into time and back to the fictional world that is Shermer, Illinois.

"So," Brian started, "Did you get it."

Brody smiled at him, "Yeah I did; you're the first person that I started with."

Brian blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his head, "Well I am glad that I won't be on your back burner."

"Nope," She replied grabbing his hand, "No more Brian on the back burner."

"Make me puke," Bender exclaimed, holding his stomach, "You guys can just hurry up and do it or something so I can go home and get drunk please?"

Brody rolled her eyes, "You know, you are really good at pissing me off…and embarrassing Brian and…" she looked at him with a twisted smirk, "…and that's exactly how you are supposed to be so that is how I am going to remember you John. A sarcastic, trouble brewing rebel…who has a heart somewhere under that entire exterior."

Bender looked unimpressed, "Um…that's great…how about you never say anything sensitive about me again, okay?"

Claire laughed, "Don't worry about him Brody, he'll miss you."

"Yeah she wishes," he deadpanned.

Brody rolled her eyes, "Yes I will definitely remember Claire as the friendlier of the two of you, that's for sure. At least she has been helpful."

Bender snorted, "No one ever said I wanted to be a story book character you know. Unless it is smut. Yes, smut is good."

"Get over the smut, okay? I am not into that."

Brian squeezed Brody's hand again, "You can write about whatever you want."

Bender cocked his hip to the side, tucked his hair behind his ears and spoke with a lisp: "Yes, sweatums, you can write about whatever you want…just make sure Sporto fucks my ass, ok?"

"Fuck you Bender!" Andy hollered in response.

"No thank-you, jock strap."

Brody stood up, clutching her notebook, "No smut, no ass fucking, and no fucking offs, is that understood?"

Bender rolled his eyes and snatched the ratty notebook from the girl's grasp and began to scan over the lines, "Hey, where am I in here?"

"Give it back Bender!" Brody yelped, jumping on the bed to retrieve it from him. The movie in turn also got Brian, as well as Andy, to join in on the trek to capture Bender and the notebook.

Bender held the book high over his head and laughed; being the tallest of the bunch he reveled in the fact that no one could reach it. That is, of course, until Allison jumped from the other end of the bed and shouldered him in the back of the knee, sending him tumbling over Andy and onto the floor – bringing the temperamental jock with him.

"Fuck, Bender…watch out you fuck!" He screamed, the taller of the two boys landing on his leg.

"Hey you should be happy I almost broke your leg Sporto," He rolled over with getting up – still holding the book in his arms – and smiled smugly, "I can save you from the big sweaty boys you like to roll around with."

Andy gave him a shot in the arm and put him in a headlock, "Hurry, grab the book!"

Allison, Brody, and Brian both jumped on top of him and lunged for the book, Allison popping up triumphantly with it in her arms.

Brody smiled at her, "Thanks so much for the help Al, I really just didn't want you guys to…"

"…know what's going on?" Allison finished for her. "Sorry…I only grabbed it because I wanted to read it before good ole doucebag Bender did." And with that the short dark haired girl jumped on the bed herself reading out of the line papered book.

"Allison, let me see!" Andy yelled, jumping on the bed.

"No give it to me, witch lady!" Bender yelled, jumping on the bed.

"Just give it back to Brody!" Brian protested, looking up at the bed.

"I hate all of you!" Brody yelled, shoving Brian out of the way so she too could get on the bed.

Allison curled up in a little ball, using all of her double jointed limbs to protect herself and the book. Andy took no time trying to yank on her arms and let her know that he was on her team. Bender, on the other hand, sat on her back and actually grabbed onto the book trying to yank it free.

Brody just started punching people. All the while Claire and Brian just looked on in absolute shock and astonishment as their friends just kicked the shit out of each other so that they got a good idea as to how their futures would turn out.

"Ow!" Allison screamed, as Bender dug his knee into her back, "Screw off John!"

"Not until I get the book witchy," He smiled in triumph as it was almost free until, "Ow! You bitch! She fuckin' bit me!" He grabbed his forearm in pain as Allison tried to scurry away, only to be blocked by Brody.

"Allison," she said with narrowed eyes, "Gimme the book."

"No," she growled.

"Allison," she wiped her bangs from her eyes, "I'm warning you…"

Allison shook her head in a negative gesture and held on until her knuckles turned white. Brody took that as confirmation and dove on her, both girls clutching the book and rolling back and forth slapping each other with one free hand.

"Damn," Andy exclaimed, "Claire…you wanna get in on that?"

Bender grinned, "Yeah…go do it! Please!"

Claire shook her head and rolled her eyes, "You guys are pigs. Just give the poor girl her damn book back so that we can go home. I have a hair appointment tomorrow you know."

"Alright, I'll break this up," Brian said getting on the bed. He grabbed Brody around the waist and pulled her off of Allison, the book coming with her. Just as Allison tried to steady herself she fell forward and into Brody causing a three body pile up on the floor…with poor Brody smacking her head on a nearby night table.

… … …

Brody woke up to someone tapping the side of her face. She couldn't quite recall exactly what happened before everything faded to black…only that she was fighting with Allison Reynolds over her fan fiction story; Brian Johnson trying to get between them while Andrew Clark and John Bender watched on in fascination. Claire Standish just sat back and took it all in stride like she always did. Did she ever get that fan fiction done? Why the hell were those people in her dream anyways? What was going on?

"Brody? Honey? Are you okay?" A deep voice said from above her.

She shook her head and rubbed her eyes tirelessly and looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes and a small smile, "Yeah I'm okay…I just had the strangest dream is all."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She looked at the clock; 4:30 am, "Um no…you would think I am totally crazy."

"You have been spending way too much time on that computer of yours you know." He gave her a smile, "It's probably not very good for you. And don't you think you are a little too old for fan fiction anyways?"

Brody shook her head at her husband, "No…you're never too old for it. And besides, nobody from Lord of the Rings was in my dream."

He regarded her, "Oh yeah? Then who was it?"

She gave him a goofy grin, "It was actually you and you're screwed up buddies. I swear to god it was the strangest thing I ever dreamt of…and probably the scariest.

Brian shot her a look of mock hurt, "Yeah well my buddies aren't as nearly as screwed up as you are. 37 years old and I swear to god your sanity is going with your age already."

She smacked him on the arm and gave him a glare, "Shut up."

"Good night Brody."

"'Night Bry."

End