Chapter's will get longer trust me! Just a few issues to clear up before you read on though. I've had alot of PMs this week, mostly along the lines of 'why are you being a bitch to Wendy?' Blah blah blah they go on. It might come as a surprise for you to know that Wendy is actually my favourite character. Our personalities are very alike. And I say this now, whatever Wendy centered story I write will always have a happy ending for her! Even if it takes a while to get there. I know I promised the last chapter of The Wedding Show soon but my brain is being retarded. Working ten hour shifts, five days a week is'nt helping either. But I have a whole two days off soon so I'll work on it then. This is just easier to work on at the moment. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and added it to their Story Alert!

When Wendy came into consciousness, all she saw was grey. No colours, just grey, however she must have taking some kind of form, because she was sitting on some lumpy ground, which was grey of course. It felt as though she was sitting down by Stark's Pond. Just as she thought it, a small pond appeared in her line of vision. Seeing the water calmed Wendy down. It almost felt as if she was home. She knew something had happened when the car had hit her. She was a bright girl, not stupid like most of the girl's who inhabited South Park. She felt her soul leave her body before she died. Her mind just had to catch up with it. Now that it had, she began to wonder where she was.

"Where am I?"

"You're in Limbo Wendy" a voice said. The voice belonged to the boy who was standing just behind her. She turned around and gasped, she recognised the boy straight away. She still had a sharp memory.

"Damien!"

"Hey Wendy"

"What are you doing here?"

"They thought that if a famillar face explained your destiny to you, you might calm down a bit"

"Who are 'they'?"

"You know, The Fates, the one's who control your destiny. Ya see Wendy, you were always suppose to die today except something went wrong. Can you guess what went wrong?"

Wendy thought for a moment and gasped.

"Are you telling me that The Fates sent me to Limbo because of the B+ I got on the Algebra test? It was because I had the flu Damien! I had to sleep it off! Go explain that to them!"

"What? Wendy, The Fates didn't put you in Limbo because of a fucking Algebra test! It was because of the fight with you had with Stan! That wasn't supposed to happen! You were suppose to die and Stan was supposed to end up with Kyle"

This broke Wendy's heart. She wanted so very badly to cry, but she couldn't. you didn't have emotions when you died.

"So while I'm rotting in the ground for all eternity, Kyle gets my happy ending?"

"Yeah that's basically the way it was supposed to work out" Why were boy's such pricks?

"What do you mean by 'was supposed'?"

"See for yourself"

Damien led Wendy to the very edge of the pond and told her to look down. What she saw truely puzzled her. Stan was in his bedroom, being comforted by his parent's and Kenny. Even Shelly was there, but there was no Kyle. Wendy found this confusing because those two were joined at the hip most of the time. The only time they were not together was when Stan was with Wendy, or when they slept. And now with Wendy out of the way. . .

"Stan blames himself for your death." Damien said beside her.

"Well it was his fault" she said while crossing her arms. Trust Wendy Testaburger to hold a grugde, even in the after life.

"Wendy it wasn't anybodies fault, it's the natural balance of things that caused this"

"Fuck the natural balance!"

"Wendy! Shut up! Look Stan is never going to talk to Kyle again and that is seriously fucking with the natural balance! The two of them were destined to do great things together! They were going to cure Cancer Wendy! And if you don't get your ass back to Earth to sort this out then there's no cure and you'll end up in Limbo for the rest of your after life! Do you really want that?"

Wendy sighed.

"Tell me what to do"

There was a better turn out at Wendy's funeral, than there was at Chef's. Her friend's were sobbing openly, while her parent's thanked everyone for coming. Cartman wasn't invited and Kyle stayed away out of respect. Stan sat next to his parent's, Kenny and Butters. Stan looked like he hadn't slept in day's. He had bag's under his eye's, which were bloodshot from all the crying he had been doing. The funeral was held outside, because Autumn was Wendy's favourite season. Stan refused to sit up front, no matter how much Mr. and Mrs. Testaburger asked him to. He didn't want Wendy's day ruined by gossip. The only reason most people had turned up was to catch a glimpse of the disgraced boyfriend. He was not going to add more fuel to the fire. After a little while the surmon had started. Stan couldn't hear Priest Maxi from where he was sitting, so he let his mind wander. They were down by Stark's Pond, Wendy's fsvourite place in the whole of South Park. Just at the start of the month, she had forced Stan into spending the day cleaning it up with her. He had complained about it all that day, but he would clean an ocean now if it meant that he could have her back as an award. Stan's gaze fell on the pond and he jumped so violently that Priest Maxi had stopped the surmon to ask if he was okay. Stan looked like he had just seen a ghost. Well he had just seen a ghost. Wendy was standing right next to the pond waving at Stan, with a sheepish smile on her face. Stan couldn't help it, he threw up all over himself.