Author's Note

From out of nowhere, this story started kicking around in my head, and since I had no luck in tying to dislodge it, I figured hey, what the hell.

It's weird to me to write such dramatic fic based off a show that's so wacky. But that kind of humor just isn't my forte, so whilst I will attempt to inject some humor into this, it's not exactly laugh-a-minute stuff here, just be forewarned.

The idea for this story is, in my head, pretty well-formed, but whoever reads it must decide for his- or herself how well it flows as I actually compose it.

This fanfiction takes place twenty years in the future. It's another Brian-is-human one, and the reason why he is is quite interesting. For now I'll just say that Stewie has an underlying sense of bitterness because he really feels as if he's owed something.

There have been a few glimpses of Stewie's future in the show, none seemingly having any compliance with each other. I didn't want to have him be uber successful here, nor a total loser, so I made him well-educated but a bit of a dilettante. As much as he used to mock him, I had Stewie turn out a bit like Brian. Whatever. It's how I see him becoming.

Okay, so here we go. Enjoy the story and please review!!!

Disclaimer: I do not, never have, and never will own Family Guy.


When Lois calls Brian, that drizzly morning in March, to tell him that Wendy is dead, the first words out of his mouth are,

"Was Captain Hook responsible?"

It takes several moments for it to occur to him that she is referring to Meg's husband, Wendell Goldman, cousin of her old admirer Neil, being, as it happened, just as forgettable a personality as Meg herself.

"The funeral's the day in three days. Will you come up for it?" asked Lois. "Pay your respects to a part of the family?"

"Uh, yeah, of course," Brian agrees, stabbing out his cigarette on the motel countertop.

"And maybe," there's something anxious in her voice, to which Brian can not attribute a cause. It's almost certainly not due to grief over the loss of her son-in-law. "You could…stay with us for a little while after. You know, we haven't seen a whole lot of you lately. You've sort of become a hermit." She punctuates this last with faux-casual laughter so it doesn't sound like an indictment.

He's heard it before, anyway. He isn't offended. He hops off the stool he'd pressed up to the counter, and carries his ashtray to the bathroom.


There is a long pause on the other end of the line and then Lois says "O-okay?" as if she can't quite believe what she's just heard. There's a barely audible sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Brian."

The ashes get dumped into the chipped porcelain toilet. Not keen for her to start asking how he was, and for the conversation to then drag on, Brian endeavors to put an end to it.

"No problem. Was that all?"

He can tell she is taken aback and thinks him rude by the way in which she replies, "Yes, that's all. So I'll see you soon. We'll all be here. Meg's staying at the house for awhile- she says she can't be alone right now. And Chris and Camille are in town…" her tone loses some of its vitriol as it fades out and then she clears her throat. "Stewie's been back for a couple weeks."

Reluctantly, a modicum of interest develops within Brian and he finds himself asking, "Really? Why?"

"I don't know. He hasn't said. Well, I'll let you go, then, Brian, and go make up your room. Be seeing you." And she hangs up the phone.

Brian flushs the toilet and stares down at the ash and cigarette butts swirling around in the rust-colored water, getting pulled down into an abyss of nihility and refuse.

To Be Continued…

Again, please review!!!J