Kyle grew angry at the way Ike coldly addressed their mother's sickness and her views on the adopted Broflovski's love life. He stayed silent only because the raven genius refused to meet Kyle's eyes, instead choosing to stare at Filmore and Flora's room with the same, unidentified emotion from earlier, but this time mixed with sorrow. The look in Ike's eyes caused the redhead to wonder if his mother or his brother was telling him the truth.

A senator stood on the floor of the Senate, attempting to filibuster a new bill. He had not bothered to learn the name of it, only that it involved restricting the amount of immigrants into the United States until the process was nearly nonexistent. His stand was over immigrants being allowed into the country, and also for the unskilled and illegal aliens to be educated and allowed the process to receive a green card.

"They have helped our country over the course of American History and nearly every citizen can trace their ancestry back to another country. So who are we to stop others from wanting a better than what they've known? Isn't that the very reason most of our families migrated to this continent?" During the speech, the senator got more and more tired of D.C. and its way of life and thinking.

'I could always go back to Colorado and gain even more popularity with South Park and other cities.' He thought to himself. He knew it was only a fabricated excuse in order to escape this tyrannical breeding ground for a few weeks. He glanced at the clock, only vaguely conscious that he was still speaking.

Only a few more seconds left before his filibuster was successful….

"Senator Cartman!" A voice rang out moments later as Eric T. Cartman started off the floor. It was Margaret Smith of Louisiana. They had become fast friends by equally hating the new immigrant bill, and now she flashed him with a confused thumbs up while wondering why he was leaving so suddenly. She thought they were going to celebrate their victory later on after the voting.

Cartman paused only to give her a weary, yet exasperated smile before quickly exiting.

He wondered if any planes traveled to Denver at 11:30 at night.

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Kenny and Butters McCormick were currently in their cozy-sized kitchen, talking about Kyle's recent return to South Park. Butters was happy Kyle was finally home, but Kenny was not so sure he appreciated this change in events.

"I don't know if this is the best thing for Stan."

"What do you mean, Kenny?" Butters looked at his husband in confusion.

"Well, Kyle…he's extremely clingy. That was the whole basis for Stan's leaving Kyle for Wendy, remember?"

"No, he left Kyle because he was afraid of how deep the relationship was getting." With the growth of their conversation, so Butters's anger grew. "He liked the freedom that noncommittal whore offered. Besides-"

"Noncommittal? She had thirteen kids with Stan!"

"Besides Kenny, I heard Kyle's posing as Stan's fiancée so that poor excuse for a man won't lose his kids."

"Don't call him that. I can't say I particularly blame him for being a little scared. It was only supposed to be one night stand, and commitment is too serious a thing to devote to any one person!" Upon seeing his husband's expression, Kenny immediately turned repentant. "…I mean when you're a teenager, Babe." Butters kept his glare trained on Kenny a little longer before turning back to his current task: washing a sink full of dirty dishes. Both were quiet for a while as the sounds of scrubbing filled the tiny kitchen. At least, until Kenny broke the half-way tranquil silence.

"Besides, Kyle's seems to only be proving how he needs to be constantly around Stan in order to 'live.' I'm telling you Butterbabe, this arrangement isn't healthy for either party."

Butters sniffed, deciding not to give his spouse the honour of facing him as he muttered, "I still think it was mighty kind of Kyle to do that for Stan, especially after all that sh-shit Stan put him through." Kenny raised his brows at that-it was not often Butters was not angry enough to start cursing.

"I just hope Eric doesn't come back to see this."

Kenny nodded in silent agreement. They both looked out the window above the kitchen sink, gazing down the street at an abnormally quiet blue house.

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Ike sat alone in his room, reflecting over the past few months and especially thinking over the events that had occurred since Kyle's return to South Park. Currently, his father was at the hospital for another checkup, his mother was resting in bed as she usually did, Flora was at the convenience store with the baby, and Kyle was at Stan's house again. The younger brother did not know why Kyle was trying to give him advice concerning Ike's two suitors when Kyle was not much better by playing with Stan's hope of rekindling the flame the two friends used to have. No one around the small raven genius seemed to understand that love did not truly exist, and when or if it was found, it never worked out for anyone.

There was no point in wasting one's time, trying not to break any hearts when that was everyone's ultimate fate.

He thought he was alone, thinking that Filmore had joined his wife on her trip to the store. However, there was a slight knock on the door before the barrier opened, revealing the very man that had been on Ike's mind.

"Filmore," Ike greeted with some surprise, sitting up a little straighter. He had not counted on the man before him paying him a visit. Despite himself, he could not help but feel giddy in the man's presence. Filmore did not look as happy as the other.

"You and Georgie seemed a little friendlier than I remember." He told Ike bitterly. Once again, Ike was surprised by his peer.

"Filmore, I haven't seen or talked to Georgie in nearly a week." Ike informed the man incredulously. "Not since you two had that potential fist fight." Filmore eyes narrowed as he considered the truth of Ike's statement. He sat down next to the other raven on the bed, apparently satisfied with whatever his analysis concluded.

"I still don't like you spending time with him." Filmore said. The spouse started to lean over toward Ike but the latter moved away.

"Kyle knows," he stated. He hoped the simple confession would cause Filmore's advances to cease, but it did not work.

Filmore kissed him anyway. "Don't worry Ike, everything's going to be okay." Ike rested his head on the other raven's shoulder as the man's loving arms enveloped him in an embrace. The Jew felt disgusted at his selfishness.

He knew he was betraying more people than Flora and Georgie.

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Kyle was at Stan's house, helping the quadruplets build a fort. Most of the living room was transformed, with sheets held up by chairs and couches, and some sheets hung down to create different rooms within the fort. The four children disappeared into the space and Kyle almost followed them inside, but Crystal blocked the only entrance with her tiny, yet commanding body.

"Sorry Mr. Kyle, but no grownups are allowed…but you're much loved." She went in after her "subordinates" after stating that afterthought. Kyle smiled at the quadruplets' actions-they were so adorable. He stood up from his crouching position and made his way into the kitchen, making himself a relaxing cup of coffee with two sugars and one cream. After ten minutes to himself, Stan decided that was an opportune moment to come in.

"H-hello Kyle," Stan stuttered awkwardly, looking everywhere but the addressed man. Kyle decided his greeting would be a glare directed at the other. Now that Charlie was okay, Kyle had decided everything would go back to normal, including himself and Stan.

"I want to talk about what happened sixteen years ago-" Stan started.

His former flame was less than enthusiastic. "Stan," he sighed, "I thought I told you already-"

"Kyle, please," Stan interrupted firmly. Kyle had never seen him look so determined or so obstinate in a long time. It would not hurt anything really to let him speak his peace. And so Kyle nodded once to let the other man know he was listening. "Well Kyle, you see Wendy told me-"

Steven burst in. "Dad, Amelia was out of bed and before I could get her back in, she told me that female social worker is back. I thought-" he cut himself off as he finally realised his father was not alone in the kitchen. He pinched his nose. "Jesus, Dad, I did not know you were in the middle of a conversation. You should've said something." Kyle could not help but smile at the way Steven reminded him of Stan, then immediately grimaced at the closeness in age with Steven and the Stan Kyle used to know.

Steven cleared his throat. "Well then, I'll just tell her-"

"There's no need for that, we'll see her now." Kyle said. He followed Steven out. Stan stayed behind for a moment, wondering why God saw fit to torment the poor man so much.

A/N: Man, I wish Kyle would come to MY house and make a fort like that for me. *sigh* But a girl can only dream…. Hehe, yes, I'm still a child at heart, how could you tell? XD

So now that the chapter is done (and it was a little shorter than I thought it would be), it's time for another waiting period before the next chapter is up! Who do you guys want to see in the next chapter? Let me know and it will happen!

(No preview this time, sorry…. O_O")

Bedai!

~theflawintheplan