Hey fellow Regular Show fans, thanks for clicking! So, having gotten pumped over reading other people's stories, I thought I might delve into this whole fanfic writing business myself and see how things turn out. Now for a little background; The idea for this fic is something I've had in my head for a while and stems mainly from the direction the show seems to be taking with CJ's character. More specifically, what would happen with everything that's been built up these last few weeks should Margaret ever return to the show. Now before I go on any further I want to make it clear that this is not intended to be a basing fic of any sort, just a personal exploration of characters from a wonderful TV show that gave me more plot fuel than I know what to do with. Anyways, enjoy the story folks! =D

-GonkhNation

Disclaimer:

Regular Show was created by J. G. Quintel. I don't own the show or its characters.

PROLOGUE

She didn't mean it. She honestly didn't mean it.

It all happened in a flash. CJ, the young woman currently sitting across the table from her had opened her mouth. Words came out and before Margaret could fully comprehend what she was doing, her right wing had flung out on its own accord, soiling the stunned cloud with a face-full of lukewarm coffee.

There they both stood in mounting silence (When did we get up?, Margaret found herself mentally sidetracking), the cloud woman wiped furiously at her eyes while the red robin could only gape, too dumbstruck to even retract the offending wing that still held an empty, dripping cup.

Suddenly, she became all too aware of the other coffee shop patrons and their bewildered stares. Oh God, what had she done? She let anger get the better of her and flipped out in public! This wasn't right, no matter what had transgressed before it shouldn't resort to this. She was a college student for goodness sakes!

"Oh God!" she stammered, struggling to make coherent sentences as she looked around for a napkin or something, "I didn't mean-! Here let me-"

Then CJ's palm struck out, colliding against Margaret's cheek with a resounding crack.

Her neck snaps back violently on impact as sharp, burning pain explodes on that side of her face. The paper cup falls to the ground, spurting what little coffee was left all over the place just as Eileen walked through with their order of curly fries.

The mole gave an audible gasp as she took in the scene before her. Her gazed shifted quickly between Margaret, who was nursing her throbbing cheek, to CJ who was dripping hair to toe with coffee (and looked darker than usual?), then Margaret again. None of the women, or anyone else in the room for that matter, breathed a word.

The tension was palpable.

"Guys," Eileen was the first to break the silence. She took a tentative step forward as if to grab them, "don't-"

Whatever placating advice the resident peacemaker had in mind would have to wait, because at that moment her avian friend snapped out of her shock-induced daze and apparently decided that now was as good a time as any to throw herself across the table in a fit of unbridled rage.

CJ barely had time cry out in alarm as she was downed with a tackled worthy of the NFL. The two women descended in an entanglement of kicks, punches and hair pulling as bystanders dived to get out of their way. Some guy in the corner pulls out his camera phone.

It pretty much all went south from there.

END PROLOGUE

Aaand fade to black! Yeah, very short teaser of a prologue, I'm sorry! Will have chapter one up soon. Thank you for reading!