Warning! I do not own Family Guy or any of its characters. I only own my OC Ryan. I'd like to thank Venerated Scrivener and Vaunted Director for their reviews/ messages. If not for them, who knows when(or if) I would have gotten around to writing this chapter. Be warned the following chapter contains some instances where certain characters behave or act out of character . I apologies if you find this aggravating but I assure you it was necessary to develop the story further. Anyway without further delay chapter 3!

"Wow Brian, I never knew you were cold enough to abandon your own brother." Peter said after being filled in.

"It wasn't like that!" Brian exclaimed. "It was a dark time in my life that I'd rather just forget ok!"

"So you'd rather just forget I exist is that it?!" Ryan replied. "Typical Brian; afraid of confrontation!"

"Will you just let it go already?" Brian said. "It was just as much your fault as it was mine!"

"If you hadn't run off….." Ryan began before Lois cut him off.

"That's enough you two!" Lois shouted. "Now I don't care whose fault it was you two are going to work this out right here right now!"

"It's not that simple Lois." Brian tried to explain. "These issues began years ago and….. You don't really care do you?"

"Not really." Lois admitted. "Just start at the beginning."

"Fine. It all began when we were just kids…"

Two years before the Griffins found Brian

"We were abandoned by the family who adopted us from the farm so Ryan and I lived off what we scavenged from local dumpsters….."

"Hey Ryan; look what I found!" A young Brian exclaimed as he jumped out of a dumpster behind a pizzeria.

"Is it food?" A young Ryan replied excitedly. Brian pulled a battered guitar from behind his back. Only two of the strings were still intact. "What's that?"

"It's called a guitar." Brian explained. "You play music with it."

"Cool!" Ryan exclaimed gently taking the guitar. He tentatively strummed the remaining strings. "This is amazing."

"Ryan loved that guitar, so eventually I scrapped up enough spare change from park fountains to buy some new strings."

"Hey Brian check this out." Ryan said as he played a Latin tune on the guitar. As he finished passers-by threw change at the dogs.

"This is great!" Brian exclaimed as he gathered the money. As he bent over to pick up a quarter a tan paw stepped on it.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Brian looked up to see a large tan retriever flanked by two German Shepherds glaring down at him. "It looks to me we have a couple runts trying to muscle in on our turf."

"Look man, we don't want any trouble." Ryan explained as he and Brian began to back away. Suddenly two more German Shepherds walked out of the alley behind hem and grabbed them from behind.

"That's a nice guitar you got there." The retriever said as he took it from Ryan. "It'd be a shame if something were to happen to it."

"Hey that's mine!" Ryan exclaimed trying to break free.

"This ones got spunk!" The retriever laughed. "I like that. Today's your lucky day kid. You see normally I'd have my boy's here rip you limb from limb, but instead I have a proposition for you. You see I too have a brother. Now this brother currently happens to be locked up in the local pound. Normally I'd bust him out my self but they've tightened the security. Bust him out and maybe, just maybe, you can have your guitar back." The retriever snapped his fingers and the German Shepherds released the two. "Oh and before I forget don't even try to run. If you don't show up here by noon tomorrow with Tom then I'm putting a price on both your heads. Good luck." And with that the retriever and his gang disappeared down the alley.

"What are we going to do Brian?" Ryan asked nervously.

"It looks like we don't have much of a choice." Brian replied.

That night outside the Quahog pound

"Alright Ryan I'll boost you up through that window. Once you're inside open the door." Brian explained taking his position under the window. He quickly pushed Ryan up to the window which he was able to open and crawl through. A few seconds later Ryan opened the door.

"There's a security guards asleep by the monitors." Ryan warned as the two approached the door for back room. Brian tried the door.

"It's locked." Brian sighed. Brian looked over at the sleeping guard. "And I think I know where the key is." Brian quietly crept over to where the guard was sleeping. As slowly as he could he slipped paw into the man's pocket.

"Jackpot." Brian whispered extracting the key. He tossed it to Ryan who quickly opened the door.

"Come on!" Ryan hissed as they rushed into the back room.

"Alright now all we have to do is find Tom." Brian said as they strolled down the row of cages.

"Tom!" Ryan called as loud as he dared.

"Over here!" A paw waved from the end of the row.

"Thanks man I owe you one." Tom said as Ryan opened the cage. Inside was a dog that looked almost exactly like the retriever from earlier just younger.

"Is it just me or does this seem way to easy?" Brian said whispered to Ryan as they approached the door.

"I thought the security was supposed to be tight around here." Ryan replied reaching for the door handle. Suddenly the door swung open to reveal the retriever with Ryan's guitar slung over his shoulder.

"I must admit I'm impressed." The retriever admitted. "I didn't think you two had the guts to get this far."

"What's going on?" Ryan asked.

"This is what we in the business call a double cross." He replied throwing the guitar on the floor in front of Ryan. "But don't take it so hard kid. At least you'll have something to occupy your self with when they lock you up."

"Come on Frank lets blow this joint." Tom said to his brother as they walked out the door slamming it behind them.

"We've got go!" Brian exclaimed rushing towards the door. He tried and failed to open the door. "Damn it! They locked it again."

"There's a window"! Ryan shouted pointing at a small open window located above the cages. He slung his guitar over his shoulder. "If we could climb up there then we could escape."

"Just be careful." Brian said as they began to climb the cages. "The last thing we need for that guard out there to wake up."

"You worry too much." Ryan laughed. "That guy was out like a light. There's no way he's waking up!" Unfortunately as he continued his climb Ryan accidentally stepped on the tail of a dog in one of the cages. The dog instantly woke up and started howling starting a chain as dogs in nearby cages began howling along with him. Soon the whole room was filled with the sound of howling dogs.

"You think he heard that?" Ryan asked gesturing toward the door. Suddenly a voice came from the other side of the door

"What's going on in there?"

"Climb faster!" Brian exclaimed as he passed his brother. When they reached the top Ryan got in position to give Brian a boost.

"Hurry, we don't have much time." Ryan said as the guard opened the door.

"How did you two get in here?" The guard asked noticing the two dogs trying to escape.

"Go!" Ryan exclaimed as Brian climbed threw the window.

"Give me your paw." Brian said reaching down. As Ryan reached up he was grabbed from behind.

"Brian! Help!" Ryan shouted as he struggled in the guards grasp. Brian could only stare down horrified as the guard began dragging his brother away. "Don't just sit there do something!"

"I can't!" Brian replied ashamed.

"What are you doing?" Ryan exclaimed as Brian began lowering himself out the window. "You can't just leave me here! You can't just leave your brother behind!"

"I'm sorry." Brian said taking one last look at his brother before he let go of the window sill and fell to the ground below.

"I'll come back for you!" Brian called back as he started to run.

"Brian! Don't leave me here! Brian!" Ryan's cries became harder to hear the further Brian ran from the pound.

Well there you have it, chapter 3. Once again sorry it took so long to update. I'll be going out-of-town for a while so I won't be able to update again for a few weeks. As usual feel free to message me with any comments, questions, or suggestions. Thanks for reading.