Alright, so this is my most recent brainchild. I love The Breakfast Club (R.I.P. John Hughes) and I'm sort of just going with whatever pops into my head for this story. The title is an homage to Sergio Leone's films Once Upon a Time in the West and Once Upon a Time in America. This story might go to some pretty strange places, but thanks again for taking the time to read it! On with the story! Reviews and criticisms alike are appreciated.

December 15, 1984

It was another Saturday detention, and Claire Standish was furious. She had failed a math test, and the teacher thought that she needed more time to study. So what did he do? Stick her in another goddamn Saturday detention! Her father hadn't been happy, and neither had she. What else did Saturday detentions (usually) hold? Her ex-boyfriend, John Bender, the "bad boy" of Shermer High. They had had a somewhat decent relationship, until he claimed she was getting too clingy, and had subsequently broken up with her.

But when Claire arrived early at detention, she was surprised to see the Breakfast Club altogether again, with the exception of Andy, who either hadn't shown up yet, or simply didn't have detention (and if that was the case, he was lucky.) But not two moments after the thought of Andy's luck crossed Claire's mind, Andy entered the room, with a girl next to him. Not his girlfriend, Allison, but another girl. Allison didn't look fazed, which made Claire think perhaps it was a friend of Andy's who had also gotten detention. But Claire didn't recognize the girl, and she was curious to learn who she might be.

The girl was pretty, Claire thought. She was relatively short, maybe standing at about five foot one. Thin, with small breasts and a pretty nice ass. She was wearing a short black dress (which made her look sort of witchy) over black hose – dressed more like someone from the 70s than from the 80s. She had bright blue eyes and long dark brown hair that tumbled over her shoulders and ended between her shoulder blades.

"Andrew!" came an angry shout.

The Breakfast Club groaned as they heard the voice of Mr Vernon, who looked annoyed as hell about the fact that someone he hadn't given detention was there.

"Yes, Mr Vernon?" Andy turned and smiled innocently at the man.

"Who is this?" Vernon demanded.

"This is my friend, Kat. She's new here from England and I'm supposed to watch over her and show her around Shermer. You gave me detention, and I had to bring her with me."

"England, you say?" Vernon's eyes showed his interest. A foreign exchange student of some form didn't seem so bad. Perhaps she could culture these uncouth heathens! "Well, all right. Miss Kat you can move around if you'd like, but don't speak a word to these delinquents! The rest of you… you know the rules."

The door was quick to slam behind Vernon (no one had ever bothered with replacing the screw that John had stolen so long ago), and the five friends all breathed sighs of relief, before four pairs of curious eyes set themselves down on Kat, who had taken a seat next to Andy.

"Hello." Brian was the first to speak, with a smile, "I'm Brian. It's nice to meet you, Kat."

"And very nice to meet you too Brian," Kat replied with a thick English accent. She spoke with a mixture of an Estuary English and a Liverpudlian accent; think David Tennant's Doctor mixed with Paul McCartney.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Claire rolled her eyes; trust Bender to be such a prick.

"Excuse me?" Kat turned with a raised eyebrow to Bender, who had swung his feet up onto the desk and generally looked as though he owned the place.

"I said…" he replied pointedly, "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Katherine Rathbone. I live with my mother. She and Andrew's mum were good friends as children, so she figured it would be a good idea for him to show me 'round while she sets up the house," Kat replied.

"Rathbone? The name is familiar," Brian said.

"Basil. My grandfather," Kat said with a hint of pride in her voice.

"I'm Claire," Claire smiled at the girl, who smiled back, "The other girl over there is Allison, and I see you've met the prick, John Bender."

"Ah yes, I know all about all of you," Kat smiled, "Andrew told me about his friends. Well, it's very nice to meet you all. Even you… Mr Bender." She gave a short glare to Bender, but offered a friendly smile nevertheless.

Andy had already taken a seat and kicked his feet up.

"So what the hell are we supposed to do for eight hours?" he asked the room.

"We could interrogate the Queen of England," Bender let a coy smirk play across his face, and Kat raised an eyebrow.

"Unfortunately for you, Mr Bender, Queen Elizabeth is probably in Buckingham Palace, and therefore completely unavailable for interrogation. And if you tried, you'd be on the ground before you could so much as speak a word."

"Don't you understand the meaning of sarcasm?"

"Don't you?"

Claire watched with amusement at the bickering between the prick and the British girl. She had a feeling today was going to be a very interesting day.