Title: We are the Broken

Author: QteCuttlfish
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Rating: T (just in case)
Type: Family/Drama
Summary: Three years ago, the Chipmunk and Chipette bands broke up, and no one knows why. Now, all six are being drawn home when something terrible happens to someone they all love. Will they be able to forgive one another? Or are they destined to forever sing the blues?

Pairings: Traditional (AxB, SxJ, TxE)

Disclaimer: Obviously, Alvin and the Chipmunks do not belong to me. I just borrow them for my nefarious purposes, then return them unharmed later.

WARNING: This fic will imply mature themes, such as sex, drug use, and alcohol use. You have been warned. Flames will be laughed at, scorned, and otherwise saved to be made fun of at a later time. Reviews, however, will be most appreciated!

Author's Note:

This fic takes place two years after the Chipmunks and the Chipettes graduated from high school. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter One

Gossip Girls

"Don't forget to write your essay on the Shakespeare play of your choice," Professor Walsh said from the front of the room. "It's due next week. Class dismissed."

The young, female chipmunk sighed as she put her notebook away. She rubbed her eyes under her purple-framed glasses. It was probably time to change the prescription again. It was hard to believe only a few short years earlier she had worn contacts instead, courtesy of her older sister. She shook her head.

"Jeanette," the professor said.

She looked up. "Yes, Professor Walsh?"

"Very good work, today. Your comments added much to the discussion, as they usually do," she said.

"Thank you, Professor Walsh," Jeanette said, blushing. "Have a good weekend."

"Have a good weekend yourself," the professor said, as Jeanette walked out the door.

Jeanette walked over to the restroom. She did her business, and as she did so, a few girls from her class walked in. She couldn't help but hear their conversation, though she wished she couldn't.

"You know, I think I finally figured out where I know Jeanette from," one of them said.

"Jeanette? Oh, you mean Jeanette Miller?" the second said.

"Yeah," she said.

"Oh who cares? She's a chipmunk. What does it matter where she came from?" a third, snooty voice said.

"Haven't you ever heard of the Chipettes, Julie?" the first one said.

"Oh yeah, Alex!" the second girl said.

"The Chipettes?" Julie said. "Never heard of them."

"How about the Chipmunks? Have you heard of them?" Alex said.

"Yes, I have. I loved them when I was a child. I totally had a crush on Simon Seville when I was ten," Julie said. Jeanette felt her heart jump for a second. She had to squeeze her green eyes shut against the onslaught of memories his name conjured, especially the last happy memory she could remember with him, of being held in his arms while the song "Take My Breath Away" played at junior prom. She focused on the other girls' voices, to take the memory away.

"Oh really? I preferred Alvin, myself," the second girl said.

"You would, Clair," Julie said. Jeanette could imagine her rolling her eyes.

"Well, at least I know who the Chipettes were. I don't understand how you know who the Chipmunks are, but have no clue about the Chipettes," Clair retorted.

"My mother was creeped out by the thought of talking chipmunks," Julie said. "Of course, she couldn't know at the time that all chipmunks can talk, and that the fame of the Chipmunks would result in other chipmunks attending human schools. Anyway, she got rid of all my tapes and CD's, so I couldn't listen to them anymore."

"Well, the Chipettes were a group of female chipmunks that would occasionally sing with the Chipmunks. The two groups seemed to be friends for years. They even appeared in several movies together when they were teenagers," Alex said.

"And what does that have to do with Jeanette Miller?" Julie asked with a bored tone.

"Are you kidding?" Clair said. "Jeez, Julie! The last name of the Chipettes was Miller, and the middle sister was a nerdy girl named Jeanette!"

"So?" Julie scoffed. "That doesn't mean anything. Miller is a common name."

"But Jeanette isn't. Besides, look at this," Alex said. Jeanette heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and the shuffling of papers.

"Oh my god! You're right!" Clair said.

"Okay, the resemblance is striking. But how can you be sure?" Julie asked.

Jeanette gave up at that point. She really had other things to do. And at that point, thanks to all the memories the three girls had managed to trigger in her head, she badly wanted to call the only person who would understand what she was going through at that moment. She banged open the stall door. The three girls jumped, and shocked looks met her wounded one. Jeanette kept her head down, and washed her hands as fast as she could.

As she walked out, she heard Julie whisper to the other two. "I think you're right."

Jeanette walked as fast as she could out of the building, the image the three girls were looking at burned into her eyes. It was a picture from one of their album covers, their first album by themselves, without the Chipmunks. She looked quite similar to the way she had then: messy brown hair tied up into a pony-tail, purple glasses, and rumpled clothing. That particular day, she wore a lavender T-shirt with a jean skirt. Luckily, it was summer, so she wore sandals instead of shoes with socks falling down. Jeanette sighed. She had hoped people would never recognize her, even though she had known that it was most likely a false hope.

When they were thirteen, Brittany had gotten it into her head that all six of them—Chipmunks as well as Chipettes—should go for a more glamorous look, as befitting their status as superstars. Four of them had protested, but she unfortunately got Alvin on her side. Between the two of them, they were able to drag all four of the others into doing make-overs. Theodore and Eleanor had been placed on very strict diets. Simon and Jeanette were both forced to wear contacts. All six got different hairstyles and different wardrobes. Jeanette had been forced into clothes like all the popular girls at school were wearing, and she hadn't liked it. But that was how she looked in public, in the movies they had starred in, and everywhere she went. It wasn't until her senior year of high school that she had returned to her original looks, hoping that since so much time had passed, she would be able to blend in. Apparently that hope, like so many others in her life, was not to be realized.

Jeanette grabbed her cell phone and dialed a very familiar number in L.A.