A/N: Well, here it is. My first ever POSTED Breakfast Club fic. I'm proud of me. It might not be one of the best, but I like it. I've tried to stay true to the characters though I am not to sure how well I did. I don't own the movie so I haven't seen it in a while. Mum tried to buy it for me tonight though couldn't find it. I have an idea on where I can find it though -smiles-

So anyway, please be sure to review and tell me what you think. Like I said, this is my first Breakfast Club fic and I'm really excited about it. Hope you enjoy the story!


Summary: "My home life is unsatisfying," she said. But what was it that made it unsatisfying? This is a deeper look into Allison's life, and she's got a bit of a surprise that she left out on the fateful Saturday detention. It also gives a look on what happens when the dreaded Monday sneaks up on them. Mainly Allison centric, AU-ish. Mature for language and themes. Allison/Bender in the end. Don't like it don't read. I said AU.

Chapter One: I Hate Mondays

Allison smiled to herself as her father drove her home. Detention had been fun, but she knew better than to fool herself into thinking that anything would change. They all may have wanted it but that didn't mean anything would happen. They were all creatures of habit and liked to stick with what was comfortable. Nothing would be changing anytime soon.

"Keep an eye on Jordan," her father mumbled out to her as he stopped the car.

Allison took in her surroundings and notice they were at the grocery store instead of the neighbourhood they lived in. She turned to the sleeping baby in the car seat next to her and frowned.

"Aren't you going to leave the car running," she asked. "She'll freeze."

Her father shrugged as both he and her mother stepped out of the car. "Not our problem," he said and slammed the car door shut after him.

Allison sighed and looked back to the baby beside her. It would probably take her less time to walk home than it would for her parents to get back from shopping. If she did then Jordan would be inside quicker and have less chance of catching a cold. The stroller should still be in the trunk of the car...

"Back in a second, baby," Allison said quietly and leaned over to the front of the car to pop the trunk. She noticed the carrier was in between the two seats. So at least if the stroller wasn't there she had a means of carrying the poor thing without tiring them both out.

Getting out of the car she didn't notice the all too familiar Buick that was pulling into the parking lot. All she knew was that when she opened the trunk fully, the stroller wasn't there.

Sighing to herself she slammed the trunk down. Pain in the ass parents anyways... Couldn't even properly support their –

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone calling her name. Her eyes widened as she turned to face Andrew.

"Hey," he greeted with a smile, "Small world, huh?"

Allison gave a faint smile. It sure was. She cursed Shermer for being such a small town.

"Listen, I'd like to stay and talk, but I have to get home."

Andrew frowned. "Aren't your parents inside?"

She nodded. "I have to get Jordan home before she gets sick. They didn't leave the car running and it's still too cold out for her..."

"Jordan," Andrew repeated in confusion. "I didn't know you had a sister."

Allison shrugged. "A lot of people don't know about her."

Andrew nodded. "I'll see you around then."

The two teens went their separate ways, Andy back to his father's Buick and Allison back to the car to get the baby carrier and to get Jordan set up for the walk home. It wouldn't take more than a few minutes, but since she had been born prematurely, Allison tended to worry over the baby's health.

"At least we have a blanket for you," Allison murmured to herself more than to Jordan once the baby was all set up. She had been awake for more than a few moments before Allison had strapped her into the carrier and she was now out like a light once again.

Making sure the blanket was covering the baby Allison then shut the car door and set off on her way. Andy, who had watched the whole thing, couldn't get over the fact that the baby hardly looked like Allison's parents, or even like Allison.

The boy frowned to himself. He may not be much of a biology expert, but shouldn't Jordan look like at least one of the parents? He shook his head. He was rather far away, maybe he just couldn't see right? Either way he couldn't help but wonder why Allison hadn't brought the baby up in detention.

XxXxX

The weekend passed by quickly for the Breakfast Club, as they had so named themselves. Each of them over the weekend had dealt with their pressures in their own ways, and all of them were wondering what was going to happen today at school. Was anything about to change? Were they really going to make good on their promises?

Allison was running late as she walked towards the school. Neither Kate nor Jason had bothered to help her with Jordan, as per usual. But the baby was a little crabbier than usual this morning. The old lady next door, Mrs. Whitton, who babysat for her, thought she might have colic, another source of worry for the young girl.

"Hey Klepto, wait up!"

Allison stopped walking for a moment and waited for the person who had yelled to catch up with her. Once they were a few steps behind her she began walking again.

"You're late," she said quietly.

They shrugged, "No later than you are."

Allison didn't reply. There was no need to as they kept talking. "I didn't know you lived in this part of town."

"I've seen you around," was all she said.

The person next to her smiled. "Well that sounds vaguely familiar."

Allison couldn't help but to smile a little either. "Shut up, Bender."

They walked the remaining block to school in relative silence, only to be interrupted by her asking, "You think the others will speak up?"

Bender shrugged. "Who knows, there's hope for Sporto and Princess yet."

"You still have her ear ring."

"It's no big deal."

Allison smiled again. She knew it was, but she also knew how much Bender liked his tough outward appearance. He was just like them after all, a creature of habit.

"Ran into Sporto the other day," Bender continued casually. "I didn't know you had a sister."

Allison shrugged and said back casually, "I don't."

Bender raised an eyebrow at her. "Does the name Jordan sound familiar," he said back sarcastically.

Allison sighed. They knew about her, so she might as well tell them the truth. "She's mine."

Bender's eyes went wide. "But I thought you said..."

"I've never really done it. Willingly," she added quietly.

Bender didn't comment again except for a quiet, "Shit," as they kept walking. That was seriously fucked up. No wonder the girl hadn't mentioned it on Saturday, talk about your touchy subjects.

By the time they made it to the school, first period was half way through.

"What class?"

"English lit..."

"Same..."

Together they walked to room 191. Allison highly doubted that Mr. Kelly would care that they were late, as long as he was having a good day.

"Nice to see you finally decided to show up," he snapped from the chalk board and glared at them as they shut the door behind them. "Why are you so late?"

Allison shrugged and said before Bender could open his mouth, "Lady Troubles."

"And you Mr. Bender..."

Bender smirked and said as they sat down at the back of the room, "She needed help."

Mr. Kelly scoffed but left it at that before resuming his lecture on Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice.

Allison bit back a laugh and put her head down on the desk. "I hate Mondays..."

Bender leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the desk, "Me too Klepto, me too."