Author's Note: I previously wrote another story that was based on Creek but I guess when I wrote it, I didn't know the characters well enough. So, I'm giving it another shot and if you find the plot to be somewhat attractive, please drop a review! I need to know if readers want this story to continue and if I don't hear anything, I'll merely assume people dislike the story and I'll delete it like I did to the other one. Constructive criticism is also welcome. Without further ado, please enjoy!

Warning: Shounen-ai (Boy x Boy), OC (Original Character), use of drugs, mention of suicide

Disclaimer: South Park Characters do not belong to me. Tests belong to Supermassive Games and Bethesda. Chapters 1 and 2 are influenced heavily by Until Dawn.

Summary: A new student joins South Park University but he isn't alone. Tweek makes his return after two years, spent in a psychiatric hospital when his relationship with Craig declines. Can Tweek make a full recovery with the help of the "new student"? Creek, Craig x Tweek, OC

Chapter 1: Sessions

Day 1:

"Here's his file." Opening the manilla folder, a full background of a blonde boy was written but it's probably one of the longest I've seen. Hmm, his dress shirt isn't even buttoned up correctly.

"16 years old with the following mental illnesses: ADHD, PPD, Bipolar II disorder, anxiety disorder, cannabis dependence, and insomnia. Has a tendency to twitch and unable to stay still. Theorizes outlandish theories about negative consequences. Attempted suicide." I stared at the nurse who wrinkled her lips into a frown.

"Yeah, this kid's got problems. Good luck trying to fix him." Without another word, she walked out of the office as I closed the file and placed it neatly on my desk. I really hate some of these nurses. You know, the ones who actually like torturing some of our patients for entertainment. "Just take a seat inside. The doctor will let you know when you can leave." Soon enough, that same nurse ushered the new patient into the chair in front of me and quickly left the room. Look at that, he actually does twitch.

"Hi, my name is Josh, the doctor who will be taking care of you during your stay at the institute."

"Doctor?" He brought a hand up to his hair and pulled at it slightly. "You're not a -ngh- doctor! You look like someone who's pretending to be one and probably here to kill me! Oh god! That's what it is isn't? You must be someone who's been watching me all this time waiting for the right time to commit murder. Well, no one's here! What are you -ngh- waiting for?" We both stared at each other for a couple of seconds before I opened up his folder again. Seems like I have an interesting character in my care. Looking back at the patient, he was anxiously shaking one of his legs as he kept looking around the room. His green shirt wasn't buttoned properly, similar to his picture, and his left eye keeps twitching as well.

"Why do you think I'm not a doctor?"

"Have you seen yourself in a mirror? You look young as fuck!" Cursing? Was that mentioned in his file? "Maybe you're a cyborg! Oh my god, I should have known that's what you are! Please don't shoot lasers out of your eyes at me!" That's when he started to pull his hair more intensely. That probably explains why his hair looks like a mess.

"You really shouldn't pull your hair." He bit his lower lip and shut both his eyes tightly.

"He used to say that to me." When he fell silent and looked depressed, I looked back to his folder. Tweek Tweak. Interesting name. Mother appears to be suffering from a couple of the same disorders but seems to have them in check. Father is the only member of the family who is close to be considered normal. The three of them ran Tweek Bros. Coffee until they shut down due to a lack of business and eventually worked for their competitor Harbucks. No siblings. Interesting.

"Tweek." Without a reaction, I noticed his eyes looked glazed over as if he was in another world. I wonder if his bipolar disorder is kicking in. "Who used to say that to you?" Silence. "Was it someone important?" More silence. "Tweek, why are you here?" The teen stared back at me and when I felt goosebumps run through me, I cracked a smile. It felt like he was staring right through me. Only the interesting ones have that effect on me. I'm going to have fun with this one.

"Who are you?" I cleared my throat before answering.

"My name is Josh, the doctor who will be taking care of you while you're here with us."

"That sounds so scripted. Anyway, do you have coffee on you? Or better yet, marijuana?" Dependence on drugs seems to be accurate.

"If I did, do you really think a doctor would give you those drugs?"

"But you're not a doctor! You're a fucking cyborg sent from the future to kill me! And if that's the case, I must have done some stupid shit to somehow have a cyborg come after me! So just show a little bit of mercy and give me coffee before you kill me." I couldn't do it anymore. I chuckled to myself at the theories that came flying out of his mouth. It was so… nonsensical that it was funny! He stared at me with such a suspicious look that I stopped.

"Tweek, you're an interesting character. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Josh, one of the doctors at The Colorado State Mental Institute. I'm 24 and yes, I do look like I'm 14 but that's because I'm Asian. One of the benefits if you can say that much. I don't have much of a family since I dislike them. Some of my hobbies are playing video games, watching anime, and doing some writing here and there. If I'm not doing any of that, then I'm probably here at the institute taking care of my patients. And…"

"Stop! Do you -ngh- think you'll fool me?" I smiled.

"You're very distrustful. I wonder who did this to you. Do your parents beat you?"

"What!? No!"

"You don't have any siblings so maybe it was a friend. Did one of your friends bully you?"

"I don't have any friends!" The teen was beginning to look frustrated, overwhelmed and panicked.

"No friends? Why not? You seem like a cool guy to know."

"This is way too much pressure!" In one swift motion, he brought his legs up to his chest, shut his eyes and began pulling at his hair. Sighing out loud, I stood up from my chair and began to move towards the door but stopped next to him.

"I'm sorry if you felt distressed by that." I gently placed a hand on his own and stopped him from pulling his hair. "You should stop doing that. You'll ruin your good looks if you continue to do that." It took a couple of seconds but he laid his other hand by his side. "You're doing a good job. Now, why don't we return you to your room? One of the nurses will accompany you and we'll continue your session another day. Unless, you want to stay here for a couple of minutes." He shook his head as I motioned at one of the guards to bring a nurse.

Day 98:

"Well Tweek, we've had 70 sessions now. Do you still think I'm a cyborg?" He shook his head. "I'm happy to hear you think I finally bleed blood instead of oil." I saw a small smile appear on his face but it faded quickly. "Why don't we do things a bit differently? I'll let you do the talking this time. That means that you can talk about whatever it is you want or ask me anything. Or if you'd prefer, you could stay silent." Tweek chose the latter and merely looked down at the floor. "Depending on what we talk about, I may consider giving you a cup of coffee." He quickly rose his head and began to look more jittery. Normal for him.

"I-In that case, can I have the cup of coffee now?"

"If I do, will you answer my questions?" He looked very unsure but nodded his head. Taking out my phone, I messaged the receptionist to bring a cup but before I press send… "How do you like your coffee anyway?"

"Black. Caffeinated. Maybe some vanilla if you have it."

"I could never drink coffee like that." Sending the message, I placed the phone back in my pocket as I sat up in my seat. "I would need at least cream and sugar. But I don't really drink coffee all that much. I do drink a lot of lattes though."

"I know."

"You know?" Tweek shook his head again.

"You always -ngh- have one during our session. It's always either caramel or vanilla." I smiled at how perceptive he is.

"Impressive. You're quite observant. Anyway, the coffee is on its way but in the meantime, I'd like you to tell me more about the high school you used to attend." He suddenly look distressed as he began twitching in his seat.

"We're not talking about -ngh- my parents anymore?"

"No. Remember, we've both come to the conclusion that your mother is most likely the source of your ADHD, PPD, and bipolar disorder. We're looking into how we can minimize those symptoms. However, we haven't determined why you have anxiety, insomnia nor a dependence for cannabis. Or the fact that you tried to kill yourself. I think these are consequences from some sort of life event. Remember, for you to leave this hospital, you must be willing to talk to me. I'm here to help you. Not shoot lasers out of my eyes as entertaining as that'd be." Tweek relaxed a bit when his leg stopped moving up and down so often. "So talk to me about school. What was it like?" He pursed his lips and rubbed his forehead before looking back at me.

"It was okay."

-Buzz-

The door behind Tweek opened revealing a security guard in full body armor. "Hey, how's it going Josh? Is this for you?" I shook my head, recognizing his voice.

"No, it's for my friend here." Ben looked between me and Tweek as he placed it on my desk.

"Are you trying to get in trouble again?" I rolled my eyes at his question. "Fine but if you keep this up, you might not have a job with us anymore. Let me know if you need anything else that doesn't involve bringing more coffee for your patient." Soon enough, some static came through his headset but was loud enough for me to hear.

"We have a code yellow in progress. Be on the lookout for Damien Thorn, caucasian with black hair. Lethal force is permitted as the patient is in possession of a lethal weapon." Without another word, Ben left the office with his shotgun out and ready. Another escapee huh? Hearing a sipping noise, I turned back to see Tweek half-way done with it.

"Um, you may want to slow down a bit. I'm sure you'd want it to last for a while right?" Disregarding my advice, Tweek quickly finished up the remnants and placed the cup down. "Don't even think of asking me for another one."

"I wasn't going to! Besides, it sounds like you might get -ngh- in trouble if you do. I don't like getting people in trouble."

"But did you know if you tell on a doctor, you get a one way ticket home?" His eyes widened but it looked like he was going through a multitude of emotions.

"I still wouldn't do it. You've been better to me than all of my previous doctors."

"Is that so?" I asked as I took a sip of my latte. "Before we delve into this session, there are a few things I need to make sure you understand. You see, no one can change the past. It's beyond our control. You have to accept this in order to move forward. But there's freedom in this revelation. Everything you do, every decision you make from now on will open doors to the future. I want you to remember this." I stood up from my chair and began walking back and forth behind my desk.

"Sometimes, the choices we make will affect not only yourself but also the people around you. In our previous session, you've committed to showing improvement so that you can return to South Park. This is significant and I want to help you see it through. Sometimes, these things can be a little scary, even terrifying, but I'm here to make sure that no matter how upsetting things may get, you will always find a way through it. So, we'll start with a simple exercise." I opened up a drawer in my desk to find a picture upside down. Taking it, I placed it the exact same way on my desk for Tweek to see.

"Could you please pick up the card?" Seeing his throat bob up and down, he became anxious as he looked around the room for things that probably weren't there. "I want you to look at the picture on the other side and tell me what you feel about it." Once he picked it up, a mix of emotions went through his eyes. "Remember, it's essential that you answer honestly to get the most out of these sessions. Otherwise, who knows how many more sessions we'll have." He started to make whimpering sounds and if I didn't know any better, he looked like he was going to throw up.

"Uneasy. It makes me feel uneasy."

"In what way does it make you feel uneasy?"

"The scarecrow." Interesting.

"Let's say the scarecrow was not there. Would you feel comfortable staying there on your own for a period of time? Say a week, for example?"

"Fuck that! On my own? I could get -ngh- killed staying inside a barn at a cornfield! Who knows how many serial killers could be lurking around? Or worse, what if aliens try and abduct me while I'm sleeping!?" I loudly cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Those things will not happen. Now, let's return to the exercise. Seeing as how you're scared, is there something else in the picture that scares you?"

"I don't know! Ngh, this is too much pressure."

"Interesting. Well, in a previous session, we established that you have a fear of things that are supernatural or things that simply cannot be explained. Now we're going to try to understand the root of your anxiety." Opening up another drawer, I took out a book and placed it on the desk. "You can put the picture down and instead, please pick up the book." I waited for him to do so as he accidentally dropped the picture on the floor and I shook my head at him to leave it be. As he picked up the book, I took out his folder and opened it to a blank page. "In the book, you'll see a set of pictures and symbols. I want you to identify which image in each set makes you the most anxious. If you do this well, I'll reward you with another cup of coffee." He didn't look as persuaded this time but he opened the book and looked over each of the images.

"Men. Definitely crowds. Heights. Umm, I definitely don't like rats so yeah. Guns. Cockroaches. Ack! It's the scarecrow again!" He quickly flipped to the next page. "Gore." After writing his answers, I turned to another blank page.

"Thank you Tweek." Opening up the lower drawer, I took out a pendulum and sat it on the desk. "Let's try to speed up a bit. The more you rely on your instincts, the more honest your answers will be and the more enlightening you'll find this experience."

"Ngh, but this is too much pressure!" Giving him an unamused look, he merely nodded his head as he went back to the book.

"Spiders. Gore. Zombies. Needles. Needles."

"Very interesting. Thank you for answering so diligently. Crowds, gore, and needles. That's some combination. Sounds like a good Friday night! Now, I'd like to understand your feelings towards people who fear the supernatural. Ghosts, spirits, and other intangible forces beyond the veil. Do you share this fear?" He nodded his head. "And how do you feel about others who are afraid?"

"Sorry, I guess?"

"Is that a question or an answer?" He rolled his eyes at me, fully aware that he hates it when I say that. Puts more pressure on him.

"I feel sympathy. I mean, who wouldn't be scared of the underpants gnomes? They get you in the middle of the night." I rose an eyebrow at one of his theories but continued with the exercise.

"One of your classmates, Eric Cartman has a fear of isolation. Do you feel pity for him?" His eyes widened again but this time, it had to be because he was surprised that I knew of a former classmate. He hasn't spoken to me about school yet but we'll soon get there.

"No, I wouldn't." I grinned at his answer.

"Indeed. That's apparent from the choices you've made so far. And now, let's investigate your feelings towards other people in greater depth. What you value. What you respect in yourself and others. Which would you say was most important in a person? Loyalty or honesty?"

"Loyalty." Blinking my eyes a couple of times, I was surprised at how quick he responded.

"So, you would tell a lie in order to be loyal to be a friend." Without giving him a chance to respond, I continued. "And what about loyalty versus charity?"

"Loyalty." Huh, again, he answered quickly. It's as if the answer was obvious.

"So you would sooner look after your friends before caring for those in greater need?"

"That's not what I said." Smiling, I closed up the folder and returned everything back into my desk, except for the picture and book. I'll get those once Tweek leaves. I texted the receptionist for another cup of coffee as I sat back down in my chair.

"Your second cup of coffee is coming Tweek. I think I'm learning a lot about you with the answers you've provided."

"As long as you're not getting in my head telepathically or trying to read my mind, then I'm fine. Unless, this is all a trick and you're actually reading my mind and testing to see if I would be honest! Ngh! Get out of my head!"

"Tweek, I'm a doctor. I'm supposed to get in your head but I can't do it that way. If I could, you would have been back in South Park long ago. Anyway, next time, let's get back to talking about high school and the things you've experienced. What do you say?" He merely twitched in response. "No? Then, I'll be patient. You've done a lot today so I'm proud of you."

Day 189:

"Welcome to the 125th session! Aren't you excited?" Tweek nervously came into the room but his eyes lit up when he saw a cup of coffee sitting at my desk. "This is for you. I think we're at that point where we can have more coffee on a regular basis." He's starting to look better. He doesn't look like a twig and seems to be recovering; physically at least.

"A-are you sure? Didn't you -ngh- get in trouble with your boss or something?"

"What they don't know, can't hurt them. And besides, you're opening up to me and getting better! Although, it did take a little bit of convincing for them to believe that having coffee wasn't the root cause of your insomnia. How's that going by the way?"

"Are you really a doctor? You just seem so… I don't know. Carefree?" He took a sip of his coffee as I nodded in agreement.

"Weren't you the one who said I looked too young to be a doctor? A cyborg practically? Then let me act like one and leave me be." A small smile formed on his lips.

"As long as you don't kill me with laser beams or turn me into a pile of goo." We both chuckled as I grabbed a book from my desk.

"You have quite the imagination, as usual. Anyway, I just want to recap our previous sessions and make sure everything is accurate. You ready?"

"Y-yeah."

"Great. So we spoke about a couple of students in your class and other students who were your friends such as Token and Clyde. We also spoke about Craig who I think is the root cause of your addiction to marijuana, insomnia and extreme anxiety. I mean, you have anxiety anyway but it shouldn't be this bad."

"Very funny asshole." As soon as he finished the cup of coffee, I started brewing another pot on my desk. "Can we not talk about him?" Ignoring his request, I opened up a drawer.

"Anyway, here's a book we'll be using to start. Feel free to pour some coffee into your cup whenever you like. In the book, there are pictures of people you have come to know and like in South Park. But maybe, you don't like them as much as you pretend to. Well, this is an exercise in honesty. Tell me which person from each pair you like the most and feel free to take your time. Your answers are important." Slowly opening up the book, he began scanning over the first pair of faces.

"Bebe over Cartman. Token over Wendy. Clyde over Wendy. Bebe over Craig. Wendy over Cartman. Token over Clyde. Clyde over Craig. Cartman over Craig."

"Now, let's reverse it starting now. Tell me who you most dislike out of each pair."

"Wendy over Bebe. Cartman over Stan. Cartman over Kyle. Clyde over Token. Craig over Wendy. Craig over Cartman. Kenny over Butters."

"Interesting. Now, let's put away the book for now and talk about one specific person today. Craig. What do you feel about him?" Noticing that he froze in place, I took this opportunity to pour a cup of coffee for him. "Let me put together the pieces of the puzzle and let me know if I'm right. It would seem Craig has been disloyal to you in some shape or from. A betrayal perhaps? Maybe I'd even go so far and say that he cheated on you?" The moment Tweek clenched his teeth together and looked away, I grinned. Did I hit the spot?

"Didn't I ask you not to talk about him?"

"Then let's talk about someone else, Thomas." His eyes widened as he turned back to me. "It would seem that these two had a special relationship with each other."

"Stop."

"If I'm correct, they were dating."

"I said stop." His voice began to show signs of breaking down but I wasn't going to listen to his requests.

"But it looks like you were in a relationship with one of them. Am I right?"

"I SAID STOP!" Two security guards immediately appeared through the door and pointed their guns at my patient.

"Tweek, you can't keep running away from your problems but if that's what you want, then that's what we will do. You'll never move on if you refuse to talk about Craig and Thomas. And if that's the case, this session is over. Have your cup of coffee and return to your room." Glaring at Tweek, he looked very upset as he swallowed his coffee and escorted out of my office.

Day 270:

"Happy Birthday Tweek! Once we're done with this session, I'll have a nurse drop off some cake in your room. It'll be coffee-flavored!" He avoided my eyes as he quietly took a seat in front of me. "Well, as usual, you can lead this session. Let's see, this is our 192nd session together. Should be interesting, don't you think?" He maintained his silence as he stared downwards. "It's also been 67 sessions since you last said a word. I'm very disappointed. And here I thought we would make a full recovery together. Oh well, guess not." Taking out his folder from my desk, I opened it to a blank page.

"Oh, you should find it interesting that your father is now a director for Harbucks! That's very exciting! And it sounds like both of your parents will be moving into a bigger house in South Park! Must be nice. That reminds me, how's your new medication? The side effects aren't that great but they seem to control the majority of your twitching and outlandish theories. I kind of miss hearing them. They were very entertaining to listen. Especially the one time you thought we were on an island and that we're sinking ever so slowly into the ocean." In bold, I wrote one word in his folder: silent.

"Did you know that silence condones behavior? For example, let's say you saw someone being bullied and you're with your friends. Knowing that it probably isn't any of your business and don't want to be involved, you and your friends decide to walk away. Without even saying or doing anything, you're saying that it's okay for the bully to continue his behavior. Now let's put that example in the work place. If it's the standard to tuck in your shirt and the manager doesn't say anything, the standard has now been reset with that particular employee and they'll probably come to work more often with their shirt untucked."

"That's stupid." Surprised to hear his voice, I chuckled as I underlined the word silent.

"Why's that?" Without an answer, I started up the coffee brewer for him to drink in today's session. "Would you want to do an exercise today?" As he stayed quiet, I turned to a new page and handed him a sheet with multiple choice answers on it. "You are approached by a frenzied scientist, who yells, 'I'm going to put my quantum harmonizer in your photonic resonation chamber!' What's your response?"

"Say nothing but slip away before the scientist can continue his rant."

"While working as an intern at a clinic, a patient with a strange infection on his foot stumbles through the door. The infection is spreading at an alarming rate but the doctor has stepped out for a while. What do you do?" He rubbed the back of his neck as he scanned through the possible answers.

"Scream for help."

"Interesting. Well, we'll stop here for today considering this is the most you've spoken in a while. Why don't you finish your cup of coffee and head on back to your room to relax?"

"Umm…" Observing the blonde boy, he began to squirm in his seat. "Next time, can we -ngh- talk about Craig and Thomas?" I grinned at his question.

"Are you sure? Last time we tried talking about that, you wanted to stop. Maybe we should wait after we do a couple of more sessions."

"Listen asshole, you kept pushing me last time and -ngh- I want to talk about it now."

"Answer this question first and I'll consider it. What changed your mind?" He re-positioned himself in his seat by sitting on top of his hands.

"You didn't push me like the other doctors."

"Wait, didn't you just say I kept pushing you to answer?" He rolled his eyes.

"I meant that the other doctors kept asking me repeatedly in other sessions after I asked them to stop. You… completely let it go. Ngh, this is too much pressure! Just do what I'm asking and stop being so difficult!"

"Oh-ho! So demanding. I've never seen this side of you." I began taking down some notes about his minor change in personality.

"Like you said, silence -ngh- condones behavior. Might as well try and put my foot down."

"Good, I like that." Closing his folder, I handed him his cup of coffee as I placed his file back into my desk. "We'll finish up the exercise in the next session before we delve into Craig and Thomas. I'm very happy about your improvement and you should be as well."

"If no one told you before, you're a sarcastic son of a bitch." Smiling at the teen in front of me, he returned the gesture after downing his cup of coffee.

Author's Note: So, what did you think? Leave a review and let me know what you think! Remember, you have an impact on whether or not this story will continue or not! In the next chapter, I'll probably touch on the second part of the sessions and maybe Tweek's return to South Park. Thanks for reading!