It's so empty without your Giggity...

Chapter 7

Note: I know about the time machine-different timeline stuff.
And I know, Stewies time machine doesn't work that way. There will be some things unlogical, but that's only a fanfic so, that little logic mistakes aren't really relevant, right? ^^"

Still Brian's POV
I got away from the table and ran up the stairs, entering Stewies room. Stewie jumped as I came In that suddenly. "Brian!! I told you to knock!" he shouted at me. "Yeah yeah... sorry." I said quickly. "What do you want?" Stewie looked at me. "Stewie. Bring him back." I said. He raised a brow. "What?" - "Bring Quagmire back Stewie! Like you brought me back when I died!" Stewie looked at me. "What? How are you suddenly that triggered to get him back? You were enemies for years Brian. You should just forget him." - "No Stewie!! He's my friend now! And Peter's friend, and Joe's, and Cleveland's and... too many to just letting him being gone.." I approached Stewie and begged to him: „Please! Stewie, he and I had barely time to be friends! If I go back in time and DON'T stay stuck in the street, he'll be alive! It's one thing! One little thing I have to change!" I said loudly, starting to tear up. Stewie just looked at me. "Please Stewie... I'm begging you..." I put my paws together, looking at Stewie with a sad face. He sighed and took out a little remote. „Here." Stewie said and showed it to me. "Wha... what's that?" I asked. "My Timeremote. It works like my time machine did, but it turns everything back when you go back in time. If you go two days back, everything goes two days back. If you go five days back, everything on this world goes five days back." I widened my eyes. "So... I don't have to stop my previous self from getting stuck... I can do it myself!" I said and smiled, grabbing for the remote. But Stewie pulled it away. "It's only possible to turn five days back or less. I think it would be better for you to prevent the street getting broke at all. Even if you don't manage it, you'll still have a chance to fix the situation during the day." he said. I nodded. "That's a good Idea Stewie! Thank you so much!" I took the remote and typed in: five days. "Brian, be careful with it. I would have done it myself, but I don't think your previous self will believe me when I say that he shouldn't get stuck in the street or else Quagmire will die from saving you. You will have the best control over the situation. Don't mess this up." He said to me. I nodded again. "Good luck." he added, and pressed a green button on the remote I was holding.

Everything around me was shaking and rotating, so that nothings recognizable anymore. But I was standing still. I turned around a few times, but I couldn't recognize anything. I could hear voices which seemed to talk backwards. Very fastly. Just like the views. Then, the light was turning darker and darker.
I blinked. And was on the couch. I sat there and didn't move. I breathed heavily and slowly looked around. It was dark outside. Did it work? I stood up and looked out of the window. The street is not broken! And there's no fresh tar. "YES!!" I shouted happily. I ran up the stairs, and bursted into Stewies room. The baby jumped. "Brian, knock before you come in! Goddamnit!" he shouted at me. I ran over to him and hugged him tightly. "THANK YOU Stewie!! You just saved a life!" - "Wha... What?" he was pretty confused. I left him go. "Nevermind." I said and ran the stairs down again. I jumped around happily a few times, and as I calmed down, I made a plan. Well, it wasn't that complicated. Like Stewie said, tomorrow morning is the day it happens. I have to avoid that Peter brakes that Plate, so he doesn't get grounde— Ceramic breaking interrupted my thoughts. "Oh fuck." I whispered. "Peter!!
That's the seventh plate this week! And it's only Monday! That's it, you're grounded today and tomorrow!" - "But Lois, I wanted to go to the clam with the guys and—" - "I don't care, you are grounded, end of the discussion." Lois got out of the kitchen and walked up the stairs. Okay, I have to hide from Peter, so he won't ask me if I- "Hey Brian! Could you please get some beer for me? I really feel like beer right now!" Oh fuck. "Peter, you can skip beer for one day right? I mean, it's unhealthy!" I answered. He looked at me and raised a brow. "Says the alcoholic.. Come on Brian, only one bottle or two!" Oh damn it... maybe one or two won't get him drunk... "Fine.." - "Yay! Thanks Brian! You better get out of the window, so she won't notice it." Peter smiled and opened the window. I gulped, and left the house through it. Oh god what am I doing? No no it's ok.. I just have to avoid that Peter finds the fireworks. Then Quagmire will live. And all the deprimation after that won't happen. I think. I hope.