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It Can Always Be Worse

by Quillian 2 reviews

One-shot, Animorphs crossover with Malcolm in the Middle! And yes, you read that correctly... Malcolm thought his life was bad until he saw what Jake had gone through during the Yeerk War...

Category: Animorphs - Rating: PG - Genres: Angst, Humor - Characters: Jake - Warnings: [!!] - Published: 2006-02-08 - Updated: 2006-02-09 - 2631 words - Complete

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Animorphs or Malcolm in the Middle/. However, if it were up to me, I'd have both of them continued. (That is, both the /Animorphs book series and the Malcolm in the Middle TV series; I'm sorry, but I just couldn't handle that short-lived Animorphs TV series unless I was completely bored and had nothing better to do.)

A/N: I was reading this Animorphs crossover with Malcolm in the Middle by Theo Gary ("Animorphs in the Middle") when this idea popped into my head. You know how Malcolm tends to moan and groan about his life in one episode after another? Well, as this fic shows, it can always be worse. After all, Malcolm wasn't ever an Animorph, now was he?

This takes place a year after the end of the Yeerk War in the Animorphs timeline, I'd say about a few months before Visser One's trial. In the Malcolm in the Middle timeline, I'd say anytime during or after the last season, which means that Jamie has been born. Speech in bold lettering and enclosed in parentheses (like this) is when Malcolm is talking directly to the audience. Also, Theo Gary removed his Ani/MitM crossover because his inspiration for it ran dry. However, if anyone wants to read it, then they can just ask him for it.

/"It Can Always Be Worse,"/

By Quillian

Dedicated to Theo Gary, whose crossover fic inspired me into writing this fic. If it hadn't been for his fic, I would have never even considered the possibility of an Ani/MitM crossover, let alone believed it possible.

Things were hectic as always around the Wilkerson household, where the house seemed to be in a small state of disrepair both inside and out, and all the other houses on the street had "For Sale" signs on their lawns.

Why? Because Earth was now in contact with aliens after winning in a war nearly no one knew about with some other aliens, that was why.

Hal Wilkerson and Steve Berenson had been friends since college, and now, after this "Yeerk War" had ended, Hal really wanted to visit his old friend, to see how he and his family were doing. Their older son, Tom, had been one of these Yeerk-controlled victims, these "Controllers," and their younger son, Jake, had actually been leading a small resistance against the Yeerks.

Of course, that all sounded just too strange to be true, but Hal and his own family were enough proof to show how strange things could happen.

Currently, the whole morning at the Wilkerson residence was spent fighting over why the luggage wasn't all packed the previous night (the reason for this being that they had all been fighting then too).

Malcolm dealt with it his usual way: Moaning and groaning.

(I'm sure it was horrible for my dad's old college friend and his family to go through such an ordeal, but honestly, couldn't my family just talk to them over the phone or send them email? That's what they're for, after all.)

"Cool, I wanna meet an alien!" Dewey exclaimed excitedly, thinking of the Andalites and the Hork-Bajir.

"Too bad that girl - Rachel - died," Reese said with a decidedly stupid grin on his face. "I thought she was kinda cute."

(Of course, my brothers have other things on their minds.)

"Knock it off, all of you," Lois yelled at her brood, trying to comfort her infant son Jamie at the same time. "They lost their oldest son, who was one of these alien slaves for THREE YEARS, so you'd better be nice about it!"

(Then again, perhaps some people could use those slug thingies in their heads, to keep them under control, such as, oh, I don't know, my own family, for example.)

After much hasty packing and yelling, the Wilkerson finally got moving and took two taxis to the airport. The poor taxi drivers couldn't wait to get them out of their cars.

After a small hold up at the airport during which point Malcolm just stood near a window as he admired an Andalite spaceship coming in to land at the airport and Jamie hugging the metal detector like it was some sort of giant teddy bear, the Wilkerson family finally got on the plane to California. The poor people in the airport couldn't wait to see them go.

After a flight lasting several hours, the plane with the Wilkerson family on board finally landed in California. The poor passengers on the plane couldn't wait to get as far away from that lunatic family as possible.

(Now, I don't mean to sound insensitive to all those other people, but if all they had to put up with was endless and pointless family bickering, and nothing like explosions or ruined property, then they should count their lucky stars.)

After that, they took a limousine sent by Marco (a friend of the Berensons' younger son, Jake) to go to the hotel where their luggage was dropped off, and then went directly to the new mansion Marco had gotten through all the money he earned doing advertisements. Francis and his wife, Piama, already arrived there just a few minutes sooner.

(If only I was this rich or had a place of my own...)

A few moments later, the Berensons met up with the Wilkersons.

"Hey Hal," Steve said. "Long time, no see."

"Likewise," Hal said with a small smile, as the two of them shook hands. The smile then faded as Hal asked in a more serious tone, "So, how are you and your family holding up?"

Hal glimpsed a sort of haunted look in Steve's eyes. "I want to say that my wife are holding up okay - given the unbelievable circumstances - but Jake... he's just been in a funk ever since the end of it. He helped win a war which almost no one knew was being fought, and he's been just moping around."

Hal shrugged. "I wish I could help..."

"I know you would, Hal," Steve said seriously. "Come on, let's go inside."

Inside were Jake, Marco and Cassie. The former leader of the Animorphs slouched in a chair, his eyes unfocused as he stared off into space as his two friends tried to start a conversation with him. In another room, Eva was talking to Jean, the former trying to console the latter about going through the awful experience of being a Controller.

Francis and Piama were outside, with Ax grazing some distance away (the Andalite had given a disgusted look after learning about some of the things that Francis did on the ranch and walked off). Marco's butler was given the day off.

"Look, Jake, you can't do this forever," Marco was saying. "Moping around like this won't bring them back."

"Jake, I doubt Tom or Rachel would want you to be like this," Cassie added.

Jake glanced at them for a moment before going back to gazing outside, where Ax was trying to look anywhere else other than Francis and Piama smooching.

Marco sighed. "I think I need to take a break. Trying to get a friend out of a funk isn't as easy as it looks."

"You know something, Marco?" Cassie told him. "You're on to something there..."

The sliding door opened, and Ax trotted back inside, his hooves clip-clopping as he walked. he commented.

"Heh," Marco shrugged. "If I was that interested in living on a dude ranch, I wouldn't be in this mansion right about now."

"Wow, what a cool mansion!" a small kid's voice exclaimed.

Marco and Cassie turned to see the newcomers, and Ax turned a stalk eye to see who they were.

Ax asked his friends.

Jake grunted an affirmative answer. He could recognize them by their voices from when his parents called them (he could hear the yelling and fighting from the other end all the way across the room during that).

Greetings and such went all around, and a few minutes later, everyone was off talking about something else. The adults all clustered together talking, Cassie was talking to Francis and Paima about life on a dude ranch, Marco and Reese exchanged jokes, Dewey went around following Ax like an Earth puppy dog to be fascinated by this strange alien, Malcolm went off to contemplate the view and Jake went back to staring off into space.

At first, it went well... at first.

"So, what do you like most about doing on the ranch?" Cassie asked Francis

"Oh, maybe it's raising the cows... because after I accidentally blew up one of my boss's cows, we found a way to make those stupid bovines taste GREAT," Francis said with a smile on his face.

"So, what do you like to do for fun?" Marco asked.

"Oh, I like picking on short kids like you just for fun," Reese said with a stupid grin, obviously not thinking first before he said that.

"Wow, you're so amazing!" Dewey said in awe, following Ax around. "Can I ride on your back?"

After a pause, Jake then asked,
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