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Kyle pounded harshly on the door, until an irritated Jenna ripped it open. "Jezz Kevin what the hell." She looked him over eyes widening. "Kevin, you're covered in blood…what happened?"

Kyle looked down to his shirt; it was covered in Jamie's blood. "Jamie." He spoke sadly.

"You killed Jamie?"

"No! Listen, we've gotta go. Right now, grab your keys lets go."

"What?! Kevin what the fuck happened to you?"

"KYLE!" He yelled. She stepped away, looking scared. "My name is Kyle. I'm part of the witness protection program, Dave, the Marshall that is supposed to protect me turned on me. Jenna, you've got to help me."

She looked him over trying to decide if he was being honest or not. "Seriously?" She asked.

"Yes. Please, we have to go."

Her lips pursed together and she stepped back from the door. "My ex left some of his clothes, about your size. Get changed and I'll get some things."

"Thank you." He attempted something at a smile but he was still nervous. She led him to some clothes that were his size and they left.

"Turn right onto highway 372."

"Where are we going?"

"There is a diner about 4 hours away from here. We are meeting a friend there. I need to use your phone."

"Sure." She handed him the phone. Dialing a number he'd long ago memorized.

"Hello."

Hearing his voice, the same as he heard in his memories, in his dreams, every time he closed his eyes.

"Hello?"

"Stan?"

"K-kyle?"

"Listen I don't have time. Lose your cell it could be tapped. Meet me there." Kyle quickly shut the phone, and placed it on the dash. Letting out a sharp breath of air he didn't know he was holding.

"Kev…I mean Kyle. You've gotta tell me what's going on."

"Okay." He said quietly, trying to figure out where to start his story from.

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"KYLE!" Stan yelled into the dead phone line. Something was wrong. "Damnit!" He threw his phone into the wall. Two weeks left and something happened. Stan grabbed the directions off the top of his computer where he kept them at all times. The night before Kyle left they made a plan in case something went wrong. It was five hours from South Park and Stan had no idea where Kyle was or how long it would take him to get there. He started the car and looked at the time. He'd be there a little after midnight. His tires squealed against the pavement, maybe he could make it by eleven.

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Jenna was still asking questions when they reached the diner. She wanted to know everything, and not just about the incident. She wanted to know about his mom, being Jewish, how many pets he'd had, and even the first time he had a boner. "Honestly?"

"Honestly!" He was glad he had someone to make him laugh in the midst of things.

They made it around eleven and ordered coffee. Kyle didn't think he could eat anything, his stomach was so uneasy. Being scared for your life could be a new way of losing weight. He wondered if he could market the idea. Hire people to scare you into losing weight.

"So why Stan?" She asked.

"Why Stan what?"

"Well, why did you keep in contact with him even though you weren't supposed to?"

Kyle smiled. "He's my best friend. I would have died without him. We've been friends since we were in kindergarten. Every day since the day we met, we've always been together. I just didn't think I could survive on my own. I lived in South Park my entire life. Being by myself…just thinking about it made me so afraid. So we made the screen names and a plan, just in case."

"Seems like it paid off good." She smiled and sipped at her coffee. "What'll we do after he gets here?"

"I'm not sure yet. The only other person I could call would be Mr. Traverse; he's the A.D.A. over the case. But what if he's been bought over too? Then who do I call? It's not like I can just call the police about this, where would I start? Who would believe me over a decorated Marshall?" He looked down at the table top. "I guess I could call the police, see what they think. It's not like I have to tell them where I am or anything."

She reached her arm across placing her hand over his. "Don't look so bummed. Your knight in shining armor should be soon, we'll ask him what to do."

"Knight in shining armor?" He laughed. "That's an image I don't need stuck in my mind. Stan on a horse wearing medieval clothes riding valiantly into rescue me. How charming." It would have been nice if that were true. But their plans stopped after the diner. He checked his watch again. If Stan had left right away he would make it in a little over a half hour, assuming there was no traffic. Stan would be there. With him, just his voice had crippled him on the phone. His eyes slid shut. He was so tired, wanting to curl up in the booth and fall asleep.

The bell chimed harshly as the door was thrown open and he looked up.

"Kyle." Stan said breathlessly almost like he'd run the whole way. A look crossed Kyle's face when he saw Stan that he could only describe as utter relief. Kyle jumped up from the booth and nearly crashed into Stan arms buried in his chest, Stan's coming around Kyle tightly.

"Are you alright?" Stan asked running a hand up to the base of Kyle's head.

He couldn't talk, he just nodded yes. Stan, he smelt so good. And he was here. The tears that fell from his eyes were of feeling safe for the first time in a long time. "I was so scared." He whispered against Stan's chest.

"I know. You're safe now. I've got you."

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