A/N: I felt the sudden urge to write some GregoryxChristophe, and this is what came out. It's my first GregoryxChristophe. Ever. But I don't think it'll be the last one, this pairing is so cute and awesome! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of it's characters. All rights go to Matt Stone and Trey Parker


I'm awakened by the sound of Gregory whimpering and twitching next to me. I let out a irritated sigh, trying to ignore him and go back to sleep. I've been working on a mission for days now, and this is the first night of sleep I get in a long time. Or it should be, if that little British faggot, who happens to be my boyfriend, could shut up and let me sleep. It's really fucking annoying. What is he doing, anyway?

I roll over to look at him, finding that he's still asleep. Not peacefully, though. He's twitching and moving around, he has a pained expression on his face, and for a moment, I'm strongly suspecting that he's dreaming about giving birth, but then he says something, a small, tormented whimper:

"Christophe, no... Christophe...", a tear trickling down his cheek.

I shake him gently, trying to wake him up, and he opens his eyes that are red with tears, looking around, completely confused. As soon as he sees me, his eyes widen. "Christophe!" He cries, throwing his arms around me, pressing himself against my chest, clinging onto me tightly.

"Gregory, what ees ze matter?" I ask, trying not to die from suffocation due to his current death-grip. He doesn't answer, but I can feel his whole body shake as he begins to sob quietly, and my irritation from before is completely gone. I grab his chin and gently lift it so I can see him. His blue eyes are wet and red, his face is flushed, and tears are streaming down his cheeks. I rub some of them away with my thumb.

"What's wrong, mon cheri?" I ask him again, feeling a soaring pain in my heart as he bites down on his lip and sniffs, trying to get himself together.

"I... I dreamt that you were dead," he finally says, his words barely a whisper. His lower lip is starting to quiver again, and he buries his face in my chest, his warm tears soaking my black tanktop as he sobs violently.

"I-I'm just so afraid of losing yo-ou," he manages to say between sobs. "I l-love you so m-much..."

"Shh, eet ees okay, mon cheri," I murmur into his golden blonde locks, my hand rubbing his back in a soothing manner. "I'm completely fine, Gregory, nothing's gonna happen to me, just relax..." He looks up at me, he's more calm now, but his eyes are still full of fear. Nothing hurts me more than seeing him like this.

"You p-promise?" He asks, still not looking entirely convinced by my words. I hold him close, running my fingers through his hair.

"I promise."

I'm not letting go of him, I hold him close in my arms in a protective grip, and after a while I can hear his breathing getting deep and regular as he falls to sleep again. I breathe in the scent of his soft hair and sigh softly at the calmness that's filling my body, the calmness I only feel when I'm close to him.

Gregory, you have no idea how much I need you, how much I love you, how much I fear every single day that something is gonna happen to you, that something is gonna tear you away from me. The fear is always present, and I can't go one day without thinking about it. And then I cry, I cry like a baby, I cry until my body aches from exhaustion, no different than from what you did tonight. The only difference is that I cry when you're not looking.


A/N: So what did you think? Good, or a pile of crap? Please review, and thanks for reading =)