YAY FILLER TIEMS :D i actually like this, so here, have some delish Craig/Tweek interactions, guest starring Wendy, Kenny, Stan, and Bebe.

IN THIS CHAPTER: Nightmares, Craig doesn't recognize sexual tension, and Tweek probably eats lunch

enjoy!

a/n


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Chapter Seven: Put Aside the Darker Thoughts and Walk Among Us Children of the Sun

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Read between the lines / what's fucked up and everything's alright / check my vital signs / and no I'm still alive and I walk alone / I walk alone / I walk alone

-Green Day. 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams'

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Craig was woken sometimes in the early morning by a sound he couldn't identify.

For the longest moment he was disoriented, trying to figure out why his familiar room felt so alien. Sleep clung to the corners of his eyes and the edges of his mind, slowing him down.

And then Tweek whimpered again.

Craig jumped, peering around the room. Tweek, a sketchy lump on the cot across the room, writhed under the blankets. His sheets were twisted tentacle-like around his arms and legs.

Craig groaned and got up, staggering across the room. Tweek tensed at his approach, suddenly ominously still. Craig barely noticed, more interested in stopping himself from punching Tweek for interrupting his rest.

"Tweek, wake up." He sighed, poking him with a toe.

Tweek screamed.

Terrified, Craig jumped on him, covering his mouth with a hand. The scream had been terrible, a gut-deep shriek of absolute misery and horror. It felt to Craig like it was still reverberating in his bones.

Tweek jerked awake, struggling violently. He twisted out of Craig's grasp and onto the floor, and then shot upright. His sleepy mind caught up with his body and he collapsed back to the ground.

"Whoa." Craig panted, staring at Tweek. Tweek groaned and stirred. Craig scrambled over and helped him sit up.

"Are your nightmares all that bad?" He asked, the shriek still echoing in his head. His eyes were wide, he realized, his shock and momentary fear still etched on his face. The expression was foreign and he wiped it off quickly. He was vaguely thankful that Tweek hadn't noticed. The mere presence of emotion on his face would terrify the boy.

"Nah. Was really bad tonight." Tweek mumbled fuzzily. He sounded more than half asleep.

"Better go back to bed." Craig urged the bewildered, sleepy Tweek back to his pile of blankets. He blinked and looked around, hair sticking everywhere. In fact, he bore more than a passing resemblance to a confused child.

"Hmmmm…" Tweek hummed as the warm blankets settled back over him. Within minutes he had fallen back asleep, breathing deep and even.

Craig shook himself. He was going to hear that scream in his nightmares, no doubt about it. If his parents weren't such heavy sleepers they would have been in here to.

Yeah right, as if they would give a rats ass.

Craig shook his head to get rid of the voice. It was just telling him things he already knew.


"Hey." Craig looked up as Wendy meandered into his room. Tweek was curled up into a tight ball on his cot, watching Craig and his violin in fascination.

"Yo." He replied, saluting her with his bow.

"Hey." Tweek waved lazily.

"Don't stop." Wendy motioned for him to continue, settling on his bed. He smiled when she made sure not to snag and move any of his carefully arranged music. She knew him too well.

Craig slowly set the bow back to the strings, drawing a singing note from them. Tweek sighed, a brilliant smiled on his face. Wendy settled back, relaxing with a little sigh. Craig wondered idly as his hands ran through the well-practiced motions why she hadn't come last night if she was so worried about Tweek and him.

When the piece drifted to a close she sighed again and shook herself.

"Why are you here?" Craig asked bluntly, stowing the violin back in its case.

"Nothing." Wendy sighed, fidgeting with her hat. He almost laughed, because it was painfully obvious that nothing was most certainly not nothing.

"Really." He said neutrally instead. Wendy glanced at him sharply. He returned a bland ind unimpressed look. Tweek looked back and forth between them like a spectator at a tennis match, expression awed.

"You know I hate it when you do that." She complained, struggling down off the bed. She didn't even attempt to keep her foot from knocking his music around. In fact, Craig could have sworn she kicked at the sheets of paper vindictively

"Do what?" He asked, cocking his head. He was struggling to keep the corner of his mouth from twitching under Wendy's wrathful scrutiny.

"That 'I'm so bored, look at me be bored and sit around on my ass all day, nothing will ever bother me' thing." She growled, throwing a pillow at him. He caught it as it flew past his shoulder and sat on it.

"I'm bored." He sighed, faux-dramatic, trying and failing to assume an expression even more bored than his default one. Wendy swatted him with a sheaf of rolled-up music scores.

"Ow!" He cried, grabbing Tweek from where he was convulsing on the floor with laughter and used him as a shield. Wendy feinted around, trying to get past Tweek to strike a substantial blow on Craig.

"Tweek, get out of the way!" She cried when she found herself unable to get to Craig without causing Tweek grievous bodily harm.

"I can't!" He gasped, sounding panicked. He was struggling, wiggling like an eel, trying his damndest to escape. Craig pinched his arm to remind him who's house he slept in.

"Beg, then!" Wendy commanded, sounding exasperated.

In answer Tweek twisted once more in Craig's grasp. He was only semi-successful, ending up in very interesting position, trapped between Craig's knees with his cheek on Craig's chest. He looked up through his crazy hair at Craig.

"Please let me go?" He murmured, voice soft and intimate. He looked…

Fey. Pure in a way that was almost sinfully angelic.

His body was soft against Craig's, soft and warm and pliant. His eyes were wide and full and pleading, tugging at all of Craig's protective instincts. Craig found himself caught by the way Tweek's eyelashes curved against his cheek when he blinked.

Tweek squirmed out of Craig's loosened hold. Wendy whacked him on the head with the rolled-up papers.

"Ow! Shit, what was that?" He yelped. The pain had snapped him out of whatever trance Tweek had managed to induce. Probably for the best. He had the feeling he had been wearing a stupid, open-mouthed expression.


"Where are you going?" Craig demanded as Tweek crept toward the door that led to the picnic area outside. Tweek pulled up short with a squeak and looked around wildly. Craig wondered what – who – had made him this scared. Although his phrasing could have something to do with it. He tended to sound threatening sometimes without meaning to.

Probably a side effect of all the times he had sounded that way on purpose.

"Um." Tweek's expression of terror didn't change much when he saw who was talking to him. "Outside? To, um, eat?"

Craig almost quirked an eyebrow at the hesitancy, before gesturing imperiously to where he, Wendy, and the rest were sitting.

"You eat here." he stated, and yeah, maybe he did sound like a dick, but that was ok. He sounded like that all the time. It wasn't like frightened little Tweek was going to call him on it.

"Ok." Tweek said in a small voice. He didn't sound too displeased.

Kenny jumped off of Stan's lap and attached himself to Tweek's side as soon as he sat down. Wendy and Bebe embroiled him in their argument, laughing at his stuttering replies. Craig settled himself majestically next to him.

He felt content towards the whole world at the moment.


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who agrees that Craig is an emotionally stunted moron who wouldn't recognize sexual attraction if it rolled up in a red ferrari and smacked him with a wet fish? because. it's true.

IN THE NEXT CHAPTER: moar sexual tension, horror movie horror, and if i feel like it cuddles will occur.

a few chapters after that... things go... downhill.

:D