It's so empty without your Giggity...

Chapter 8 (End)

Still Brian's POV
Before I entered my car, I looked at Quagmire's blue house. I smiled in joy, knowing that he was alive. But he also was alive before it happened.. I'll only buy one beer. Only one for Peter. When I'm not drunk I'll be able to stop him from breaking the street.
I drove to the gas station, and got a beer. Only one. One single beer. I put the bottle into the car, and drove back home. With a bit of fear, and a bit of guilt. I sighed, left the car and entered the house - through the window of course. "Hey Peter." I Said. „Ah Brian! You got the beer!" - "Yeah yeah but... don't drink too much ok?" I said and
Peter took the bottle from my paw, opening it immediately. I gulped. Peter drank quickly and it didn't seem to get him drunk. I sighed in relief and laid on the Couch. I didn't sleep, but I closed my eyes and was happy that I saved the situation. I laid there for a while and almost actually fell asleep. But then, I heard the door being opened. "Brian, let's revenge and scare Lois with the fireworks I just found in the basement!"

I jumped up. "NO!!!" I shouted, but... it was already too late. Peter has lighted the fireworks. The next thing I heard was a sizzle, and loud boom. And Lois screaming from upstairs. "Oops." Peter said from outside. I looked out of he window and saw the cracked street. I didn't know what to say. I put my paws on my face and groaned. "Peter! What the hell?!" the angry Lois came down the stairs. I didn't really listen. I just laid there desperate... I only understood that I had to repair the street tomorrow. Because I gave Peter beer. I wanted to say he wasn't drunk. But how would she believe me...? Tomorrow I have to fix the happening... I hope so much I'll manage it...

...

The sunshine coming through the window woke me up. As I opened my eyes I realized that I was still laying on the couch. I arose slowly and yawned. I just wanted to lay down again, but then I realized what I had to do today, and was brightly awake immediantly. I looked out of the window and saw the tar-tube and spatula Lois had just prepared for me to fix the street. I gulped and left the house. Peter's car was gone so he was sent to go shopping for Lois... this time too. Ok Brian... just don't
get stuck... then everything will be ok. I spoke to myself, and kneed down on the street to start to repair Peter's mess. After a while, I saw the door from Quagmire's house open, and with a watering can in his hands, Quagmire came out of it. Healthy, Alive. I smiled, dropped the spatula and ran towards him. "Hey Brian what- -"  Quagmire began but was interrupted by me hugging him. "Oh my god Quagmire, I'm so happy to see you!" I said loudly. "Wha... what? Well uh.. thanks, I guess, Brian." he answered, clearly confused. "Quagmire, Peter is going to invite you to breakfast at the clam. After that, whatever you do, DON'T leave the house!" I said. Safety first. "Uh, ok? " Quagmire raised a brow. Before he could ask why, I said "Nice, awesome. See you!" and ran back to the street. The work I had to do was going surprisingly easy. I was just happy that it all won't happen. I just don't get my foot stuck. Easy.

The time was passing, and Peter picked up the guys for clam-breakfast. Somehow I was getting nervous... what if I don't manage to save Quagmire? Peter broke the street even though he wasn't drunk so... what if Quagmire dies nonetheless? I shaked my head. No, I'll be careful.
After a while Joe, Cleveland and Quagmire came back from the Clam. With every second I became more and more nervous. It felt like ages, time was passing so slowly.. but Peter will come back soon. Whatever made him lose control in the car, I'm sure it will be there again.

After like half an hour, Peter still didn't come. And I was relieved... Maybe he'll come later, so I can finish the street before... A far wheels squeak interrupted my thoughts. I startled and looked into the direction Peter should come from. I stood up and walked backwards. This walking turned into running but... I stumbled with stepping into a crack. I hurried to stand up but... I was stuck. Oh god. No... NO PLEASE NO. "Brian! Get away from there!" Stewie shouted and ran towards me, trying to pull me out. "Stewie no! Go away!" I answered. Peter's car came closer and closer. I was hearing Lois screaming at Peter to stop the car. Shocked, I saw Quagmire looking out of the window, and leaving the house immediately, running towards Stewie and me. "Quagmire no!!!" I shouted, but it was already to late. He pushed me and Stewie away. As I hit on the sidewalk, I looked up immediately again, and saw and heard Peter's car hitting on Quagmire, and then it stopped. My eyes filled with tears. No... I failed... Peter got out out of the car. "OH MY GOD! Quagmire! Are you alright?!" he asked in shock. I was already about to cry, but to my surprise... "Ugh... yes... My head is pretty bloody Peter... but I'm alive." Quagmire chuckled painfully, pressing his hand on a bleeding wound on his head.
I widened my eyes. Of course! I walked backwards before getting stuck! I was further away from the point Peter's car killed Quagmire! "Oh god... I'm so sorry Quagmire! I didn't mean to I swear!" - "Peter it's ok, I know you would never do that on purpose." Quagmire answered. Peter smiled a little, and sighed. "Okay... let me bring you to the hospital..." But before Peter helped Quagmire standing up, I ran towards him and hugged Peter's black haired friend again. "You saved my life Quagmire! And Stewies life! Thank you so much!" I teared up again, but this time, in joy. "Hey, it's okay Brian." he said and hugged me back.
We were in this hug for a few seconds, and then we both helped Quagmire up, and Lois was checking if Stewie was alright. She was too worried for ranting Peter. But I was sure she'll give him a worse punishment as soon as we are back.

We were sitting in my car, driving to the hospital. Of course, I was the driver. Through the rearview mirror I could see the injured Quagmire leaning on Peter's shoulder, which made me smile.

Later, Peter and I were waiting in front of the room where Quagmire got his wound sewn, and got checked if there are any inner injuries.

I smiled the whole time. He is alive. I did it. "Peter?" I said. "Yeah?" Peter looked at me. "Be always careful. Nothing can be taken for granted. You never know when it's going to be over." I said. Peter nodded.

"You're Right Brian. For a moment I thought I killed him. I don't want to imagine what would've happened if he died." he said and I looked back at the door, still smiling in relief.

"Me neither Peter. Me neither."

THE END

With this kind of short story I rly wanted to message that Quagmire is important for the show. I'm getting mad when ppl say he should be cancelled >:(
Anyway, I hope it was good UwU If anyone reads this: Thanks for reading 🌺

PS: I'll probably make some other stories, but those will be oneshots. Not that it's a bad thing ofc :3