A/N: Hey everybody! I know I haven't posted my updates for my other stories yet. I'm currently really really sick and totally miserable at home. I had this idea for a little bunny two-shot and even though my head's all foggy, I did my best to write down the first part. Hope you enjoy!

He moved silently down the dark alley, keeping a safe distance. The stars above were muted by the streetlights and a half moon shone palely over South Park. The boy he was following approached a hooded figure. The masked individual had been following this boy ever since 2 blocks ago. He paused now, the blue eyes behind the mask observing. They blinked disbelievingly as this tall, thin, blonde boy traded money for pills with the hooded figure. Now, he decided, was time to make his move. With incredible speed, he had the hooded figure by the neck pinned against the building wall.

"I thought I told you I didn't want to see you on the streets again," he growled in a low voice behind the mask.

The dealer squirmed, "Oh shit, Mysterion. Look, dude, I'm sorry, I'll leave, I'm sorry, Please, I'm sorry - "

"Shut up! You do not sell to him, got it? (pointing to the petite, blonde Butters who had tried to run but ran into garbage cans and fell flat on his back) Let everyone know. No one sells to him. Now get the fuck out of my sight." He released the hoodie kid, who scrambled to his feet and ran off down the alley.

"Get up!" he barked at Butters, roughly lifting him to his feet. Butters swayed uneasily on his feet. He had to lean against Mysterion to stay upright. He grabbed at Butters' hand but Butters resisted. After a short struggle, Mysterion pried the drugs away from his friend.

Mysterion silently started at the two little capsules for a second and then, "Fucking mollies?! What the shit Butters!"

Butters cried harder, "I'm sorry Mysterious!"

"What?"

"I'm sorry Mysteryinn"

"Mysterion!"

"Yeah that's what I said," sobbed Butters.

"Well, good going Butters, 'cuz guess what? I'm calling Kenny" he said, letting Butters fall back down.

"No! Come on Mystery!"

"I'm calling Kenny to come get you and that's it! We had a deal Butters. But here you are wasted again, and now buying drugs? Stay here and don't move. I'm serious."

Mysterion disappeared into the shadows. Good thing Butters never figured out we're the same person. Within minutes, Kenny appeared staring down at Butters.

Butters just stared up at him, teary eyed.

Kenny's face softened. He gently helped Kenny up, "Come on. Let's sober you up."

Kenny and Butters sat on rooftop of the little hardware shop. Kenny had stolen a bunch of bottled water and Butters was sobering up.

"Butters," started Kenny.

Butters just shook his head.

"Butters. This is the fifth time in 1 month that I've come and cleaned you up. And now, you're buying mollies from some punk in an alley? Do you know what that shit will do to you?"

Butters bowed his head. Kenny could hear muffled crying. Kenny stayed quiet, looking out at the town. Suddenly, Butters threw his arms around Kenny and held him tight. Startled as he was, Kenny didn't pull away. He squeezed him gently back and gently stroked Butters' golden hair. Inside, Kenny sighed with happiness. He had been in love with Butters for years and it felt wonderful to be this close to him. He didn't know how but Butters brought out the best in Kenny. And know, here he was clinging to Kenny's orange parka burying his beautiful face in Kenny's arms. He only wished it would have happened under different circumstances.

It happened about a month ago. Mrs. Stotch had caught her husband in their bedroom with another man. Butters parents had a massive fight. It wasn't good. Police were even called. Mrs. Stotch left to stay at a greasy motel on the edge of town. With in the week, the police were called to the motel - they had found her hanging from the ceiling fan in her room. They cut her down and she hadn't died yet but they took her to a hospital and she spends her days locked up in the mental ward. Her husband never visits. Neither does Butters. Mr. Stotch brought home a different guy (sometimes guys) every night. Home life was hell for the little blonde teen but he never talked about it. Not one word. The entire town knew, in the same way everyone knew about Mrs. Cartman. And in the exact same way, the town turned a blind eye and a deaf ear.

But Kenny knew more than that.

One night, while watching over the town as Mysterion, he overheard a few guys in an alley talking around a garbage fire. They were greasy looking, covered in scars with torn clothes and knives. The biggest man was bragging about how the just fucked a guy who had picked him up outside a bar. A guy who only lived a few blocks down. A guy who had a slender blonde son with a tight virgin ass. Mysterion didn't wait to hear more. It had been enough sickening detail to be sure they were talking about Butters. His sweet, innocent little Butters. He attacked. When he was done, all three of those men were bloody and unconscious. Two survived with severe permanent damage. The man who had harmed Butters died two hours after the attack.

"I just can't take it anymore. I can't be at home," Butters managed to say between sobs, "My mom and….my dad….and – and – and well, I just can't talk about it ok? I just can't."

Kenny leaned into Butters and whispered, "It's ok. It'll be ok."