Author's Note: This is a little idea that's been wandering around in my head for ages. However, when I finally decided to type it out, it wasn't so much of a little idea as a novel-like fic of elephantine proportions. So I'll try my best to keep it going!

Disclaimer: Blahdy blahdy blah I own nothing and no one in this story, except the secretary, who was modeled after my 6th grade English teacher. SO ANYWAY! Let's get on with the show!

There's A Time and Place for Everything…

A beat-up Chrysler pick-up pulled into the parking lot of Colorado University, and its engine slowly chugged to a halt. Inside the cab, two young men sat, staring up at the looming building ahead of them.

"You nervous, Ky?" the driver, a dark-haired boy, asked his passenger.

The other boy ran his hand through his frizzy red hair. "Yeah. I'm nervous, Stan. I'm really fucking nervous."

Stan smiled at him. Kyle always worried about everything, but for once, Stan was with him on this.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine!" Stan put his hand on Kyle's shoulder comfortingly. "We're going to know lots of people here, and we get our own dorm and everything, okay?"

Kyle smiled at him. "Alright. But if end up hanging by my underwear from the flagpole, I'll know who to blame."

Stan rolled his eyes and opened his door. He got out and walked around to the bed of the truck which was piled high with twenty or so cardboard boxes. He looked across to Kyle, who was leaning against the tailgate.

"Let's go get the keys to our dorm first, then we can find Cartman or someone to help us with the stuff." The red-head suggested.

"Sounds good to me." Stan answered, taking Kyle's gloved hand in his and walking toward the registration office.

On the other side of campus, a red mini-van drove away from the curb, revealing two boys surrounded by various crates and boxes.

"Bye, boys! We love you!" Mrs. Cartman said as she and Mrs. McCormick drove off.

Eric and Kenny stood there in the cold, their possessions scattered around their feet. Kenny looked up at Eric, his always-perky blue eyes glazed over with tears.

"How the hell are we gonna get all this shit up three flights of—," Eric started, but then he noticed Kenny's scared expression. "Aw, Ken, don't cry!" He said, pulling the blonds' slight frame to his chest. "It'll be fine, I promise!"

Kenny smiled. Eric never acted like this around anyone but him. He always put on the tough-guy act around everyone else, but when they were alone he was the sweetest thing ever.

"I know, it's just I'm freaking out 'cause we have to fend for ourselves now, ya' know?" Kenny looked up at Eric.

"Yeah, it'll be weird, but we'll get through it." He smiled at the blond. "C'mon, help me get the shit up stairs."

Inside the registration office, Stan and Kyle stood waiting in front of a long wooden counter. They'd been waiting for over ten minutes, and Stan had already rung the bell six times. Kyle groaned and hit the bell one last time. Suddenly, a young girl came bustling out of the back room.

"I am so sorry to keep you waiting, guys, but one of our aides got his finger caught in the copier and it was just a huge mess," the girl said as she placed a stack of papers on the counter-top. She didn't look up from the papers as she said "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long?"

Stan glanced at Kyle. "Oh, no, it's no problem, really." He looked up at the girl as she stacked the papers in two neat piles. Something about her hair seemed really familiar. "Wendy?" Stan asked, curiously.

The girl finally took her eyes off the papers and looked up at him. "Stan?" Her voice was a little shaky, and her expression changed immediately to one of shock.

Kyle quickly turned his head to look the other way, pretending to be vastly interested in the painting of a mountain on the opposite wall. He wanted nothing to do with this.

"Wendy… Uh, hey." Stan broke the ice with a typical statement. "I, uh, didn't know you worked here."

Wendy's eyes trailed slowly downward until they landed on Stan and Kyle's clasped hands. She shook her head as if to clear the image and looked back up at Stan.

"Oh, yeah, I've been working here since summer. I got a teaching aide scholarship."

"Oh, that's great!" Stan cleared his throat and stared at the ground.

He and Wendy hadn't spoken since sophomore year. While they were in one of their on-off relationships, Wendy had caught Stan kissing Kyle behind the school. She had gone into a complete outrage, saying that Stan had no right to be kissing someone else, even though she and Stan were not going out at the time. After that day they'd never spoken, until now.

It was a good five minutes before anyone said anything. But finally Wendy looked up and asked "So what do you guys need?"

Stan rubbed the back of his head nervously. "We uh, just need the key to our dorm room, uh… room… uh…"

"Six thirteen." Kyle muttered.

"Yeah… six thirteen."

Wendy silently reached under the counter and produced two keys on a key ring with the number 613 taped to it. She slid it across to them. "If you need help moving your stuff in, there are luggage carts in that closet." She pointed to a small door behind them, then turned swiftly and hurried back into the back room.

Kyle smirked at Stan.

"I think she's still pissed at me." Stan mumbled.

"No, you think? I had no idea!" Kyle feigned shock, earning him a playful shove in the stomach.

"Damn it, Kenny! Can you lift your side up more?"

"I'm trying, Eric! How 'bout we turn around so that I'm not the one walking backward up the fucking stairs!"

"We can't turn around now! We're wedged between the railings!"

"Well then, can you at least go a little slower?"

Kenny and Eric had managed to get all of their belongings onto the rolling coffee table they had, and they were now attempting to get it up the stairs. They'd already made it up two and a half flights of stairs and they only had about ten more steps to go, but the coffee table was now extremely heavy, and Kenny's fingers were starting to bleed.

"C'mon, Ken, just a few more steps." Eric assured him.

Kenny gritted his teeth against the pain, and took one step backward, up the stair. Suddenly, his tennis shoe slipped on the smooth concrete, and Kenny fell, bringing his side of the table with him. Eric did his best to catch the other side as it fell, too, but ended up being nearly crushed by it. He quickly jumped out of the way as Kenny's side fell down, and a sickening crack echoed around the stairwell.

"Kenny!" Eric screamed, rushing over to where Kenny was.

"AHH! GET IT THE FUCK OFF ME!" Kenny bellowed, tears streaming down his cheeks. The coffee table had landed on Kenny's right ankle, crushing it and his foot under the weight of the boxes stacked on it.

"Ah, holy shit! Hold on!" Eric quickly pushed the table off Kenny's leg, causing several of the boxes to fall off and tumble down the stairs. When he turned back to the other boy, a gruesome sight met his gaze.

Kenny sat with his left and uninjured leg hugged to his chest, while his right leg lay limp on the floor, a small puddle of blood pooling underneath it. His foot, though not visibly broken because of his shoe, was twisted almost completely backwards, which caused Eric to cringe. Kenny's eyes were closed tightly, tears leaking out of them slowly.

"H-how bad is it?" he asked as Eric sat down on the stair next to him.

"It's, uh… p-pretty bad." He answered. "You'll probably need a cast and a lot of stitches."

Kenny ventured one brave eye open, but he shut it immediately at the sight of the blood soaking through his worn jeans. For someone who'd died multiple times when he was younger (and in many more gruesome and bloody ways than this) he was incredibly squeamish.

"God damn it. I fucking hate hospitals."

"Can you move it?" Eric asked, knowing the answer already.

"What the fuck do you think?" Kenny snapped.

"Eric? That you? Kenny? You guys okay?"

Both the boys looked up to see Butters leaning over the ledge of the fourth floor.

"Butters!" Eric called up to him. "Can you come down here?"

"Well, sure, uh, but why?" Butters asked making his way down the stairs.

"Kenny hurt his ankle and I need your help to get the rest of the stuff upstairs."

"Oh, okay! I can help!" Butters thudded his way down the rest of the stairs toward them. "Oh, geez," he exclaimed after seeing Kenny's ankle. "What on earth happened?"

"Kenny tripped and dropped the coffee table on his leg." Eric motioned toward the sideways table and the boxes that were spilling off of it. "Let me just get him upstairs and I'll come back down to help you get the shit."

"Oh, that's ok, Eric." Butters was already gathering the boxes. "You take care of Kenny, Tweek and I can get this stuff. Tweek!" Butters tilted his head up and called.

"Yeah?" The constantly trembling blond head of Tweek appeared over the fourth floor railing. "Oh, jesus! What happened?"

"Kenny got hurt. I need your help!" Butters explained.

"Dude, what's Tweek doing here?" Eric asked as he attempted to lift Kenny up without hurting him.

"Oh, he's my roommate, on account of the fact that no one wants to room with either of us…" Butters stated sadly as he stacked boxes onto the top stair.

Tweek came down to their level and began helping Butters. Eric successfully picked up Kenny and draped his injured leg over his arm. Kenny pressed his tear-stained face into Eric's warm coat.

"Well, guys, thanks for your help. Our dorm's right around the corner up there. I'll be down in a minute, after I get Ken cleaned up." Eric said, carrying Kenny to the landing.

"No problem Eric!" Butters yelled after him.

Once they were inside, Eric set Kenny gently down on the plastic-covered sofa, left the room, and returned quickly with a handful of toilet paper, a roll of medical gauze, an ACE bandage, and an ice pack. He sat down gingerly next to Kenny's injured foot.

"There was this little first-aid kit under the bathroom sink, so that was lucky." He said, gesturing to his finds. "C'mon, Ken. We gotta get your shoes and jeans off."

Kenny sniffed and unbuttoned his jeans. He started to pull them off when he winced in pain. Eric had tried to pull off Kenny's right shoe without untying it first.

"Aw, shit! Dude, I'm sorry." Eric quickly stated. "I thought it was loose!"

"It's ok," Kenny smiled weakly up at the brunette.

Once Kenny's shoes and socks were on the floor, Eric leaned over and started to pull Kenny's jeans down.

"You know, if this were any other situation, I'd have these things off of you in a split second." Eric smirked.

Kenny chuckled lightly through his sobs. Eric had been his boyfriend for the better half of high school. At first their relationship had been simply a "friends with benefits" deal, but eventually it blossomed into a romantic "gooey fest" as Kenny's brother so lovingly put it.

"Alright, lets see what the problem is," Eric said, having successfully removed Kenny's jeans. He winced sympathetically. It was worse than he thought. "Well… The good news is that you probably won't have to go to classes for a few days…"

"And the bad news?"

"It's really, really fucking bad, man."

Kenny groaned. This was just what he needed.

At that moment, Butters and Tweek entered the dorm, carrying the coffee table and the rest of their belongings. "Where do you want this stuff, Eric?" Butters asked.

"Just put it over there next to the window."

As they did so, Tweek caught sight of Kenny's leg. He gave a rather loud shriek of disgust and almost dropped the table on Butters' foot.

"Woah, be careful, ass-hole!" Eric said. "Don't want another Kenny, now do we?"

Butters walked over to the couch. "Maybe we should take him to the campus nurse?" he suggested.

"Nah, he's been through enough today, I think. Dragging him halfway across campus would just freak him out more. I'll clean it up as best I can and let him sleep on it. In the morning we'll go see the nurse."

Kenny grumbled some more. He was really looking forward to celebrating his new found freedom (and the fact that he actually ended up being able to pay for college) with Eric later that night, but it looked as if that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

"Well, thanks for carrying our shit in, guys," Eric said, getting off the couch to let Tweek and Butters out the door.

"Oh, no problem, Eric!" Butters chirped.

"Feel better, dude, GAH!" Tweek said to Kenny as he exited the dorm.

"If you guys need anything else, we're just one floor up!" Butters continued, ignoring Eric's pushes out the door.

"Yeah, that's great, Butters, we'll see you later ok BYE!" Eric finally slammed the door behind them. "Jesus Christ, I thought they'd never leave."

Kenny smirked a little. Eric walked back over to the couch and sat down. "Let's see if we can clean you up." He lifted Kenny slight frame onto his lap in order to reach his ankle better. As he was pouring the antiseptic onto his wound, Kenny buried his face in the comfort of Eric's coat. This was going to be a long night.

The elevator came to a stop on the third floor of the dorm building. The doors slid open, and Kyle and Stan wheeled their full luggage carts out onto the landing.

"Which room is it?" Kyle asked as he pushed the heavy cart down the hallway.

"I think it's the one at the end of the hall," Stan replied, right behind him.

When they got to the door, the number 613 was printed in peeling paint on the side of the door.

"Clas-sy," Kyle remarked upon seeing the state of the door. Stan smirked at his boyfriend and fished around for the keys in his pocket. Once he found them, he presented them to
Kyle.

"Would you like to do the honors?" he asked.

Kyle grinned and took the keys. "Welcome home!" he exclaimed as he turned them in the lock. As he opened the door, however, the sight that met their gaze was not a particularly inviting one.