A/N Stage Tennnnnn. My current favorite number, other than 57 (don't ask). XD Well, I like this one nearly as much as the previous, so cheers. Um. Nothing much to say, except for my apologies for the random skipped update week. I won't do it again; I just totally forgot to post! Well. Here we are at another longer chapter... enjoy. And thank you all so much for the brilliant reviews last time around- I had an overload of the warm fuzzies. ^^

Thanks to NightmareMyLove, SparklesMakeMeHappy, TheWriter21, and ChocolateCherryWine (I really did appreciate the constructive aspect of your review ^^)

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Stage 10. ([[{s.u.p.p.o.s.e.d—r.e.s.o.l.u.t.i.o.n }]])

10:24 pm

July 30th, 2011

South Park, Colorado

Me: Hello? This is Officer Marcus

As the policeman settled down to talk to Bebe—hopefully, hopefully she'd be able to save them—Tweek edged back towards Craig, though his legs were still stinging from that last kick. As he opened his mouth to speak, the dark-haired boy lifted his handcuffed hands, raising a single long finger to his lips. For a moment, Tweek almost completely missed the signal, caught up in how darkly handsome Craig was, with his deep blue eyes smoldering fiercely and his sleek black hair hanging messily in his still-pale face—and then he realized that he was supposed to stay silent. He clamped his jaw shut instantly, though it didn't prevent his eyes from flickering back and forth frantically. Craig inclined his head for Tweek to come closer, which he did, his weak legs resulting in a few stumbles, until he was right next to him—close enough to kiss, which he didn't dare to do.

"Are you okay?" Craig breathed, reaching out as far as his bindings permitted him and catching a bit of Tweek's hair between his fingers. The low, steady drum of rain, with its background of sirens, would render his voice inaudible to the policeman.

"N-no…" His voice squeaked a little, and he gulped before speaking again, as lowly as possible. "No, of course not! They're going to… they're going to t-take you…"

Bebe: Hey. So, I want to give you some information...

Me: Yes?

Bebe: I'm a friend of Tweek Tweak's

Me: Are you the girl who called us over here?

Bebe: Yup, that's me. So... this both is and isn't what it seems to be.

Me: What do you mean? I walked in on the black haired kid raping the blonde one.

Bebe: Right. Sooo...

So, yes, this has been going on for a while

And I know the formalities have to be observed...

but can you keep the blonde by his side?

Because I've gone through quite a bit on this end of the computer...

and, well...

a lot changed in the past few minutes.

So... I'll try to get to Colorado for the trial, assuming there'll be one

He's not really innocent

but... he's not guilty, either

so... that's all

"Not if I can help it," Craig replied firmly, risking a glance towards the officer, who seemed focused enough on the computer. "We're going to get out of here, I promise. We just have to hope that she can hold him off long enough… so that he won't notice… doesn't seem very intelligent to me, but it shouldn't be a problem."

"Craig…" Tweek moved in closer to him, but Craig pulled away, backing up.

"No, not here… not now… we have to go…"

Me: Are they technically hurting each other? If you don't think so, & the blonde boy agrees, then I SUPPOSE we can call it off. I always feel bad splitting up couples. It's been a slow night but you can't tell anyone else...I suppose we can just say we "accidentally" walked in on an intimate couple...

Bebe: well... yeah. I can keep an eye on their 'activity' for a while, if you want

just to make sure

Black-hair had a bit of a rough childhood, too

Me: I would prefer that...The blonde boy...Tweek, I guess his name is, seems pretty shaken up by the whole ordeal...

Plus he has a bad medical record.

Bebe: Yeah, he's a twitchy little dude.

Me: I would almost prefer it if the two of them stay together actually.

Bebe: I'm sure they will, after tonight

Like I said...things have changed.

Me: Should I KNOW about these "things"?

Bebe: Nope. It's their business.

But any abuse is gone now.

Just so you know.

Me: Ma'am, may I remind you I am an Officer, & their "business" becomes MY business.

Bebe: Not if it's personal. Like I said, any abuse that there was? It's gone now.

I suppose I can back this up with a number of Gmail chats...

Me: Even if its personal.

Bebe: and one audio tape

Me: It becomes MY business unless you want to be violating the law & go to prison yourself...

"Okay." Craig shot once last glance in the policeman's direction, then grabbed Tweek's wrist and swiftly led him out into the hallway. He knew Tweek's house well enough so that he could easily avoid all the creaky floorboards. Ever so carefully, he made his way downstairs, periodically checking to make sure that Tweek was right behind him, until they were on the ground floor. From there, it was a simple matter of dashing towards the doorway and heaving it open, a feat which was made a bit more challenging by the binding of his hands.

Bebe: Listen to me, okay? You just said you wanted to let them off, yourself. What can I say? The black-haired kid is named Craig. He had some abusive trouble at a young age. He took it out on his best friend, Tweek.

But Tweek loved him

and now Craig finally sees that and can return it.

So... all is resolved.

Me: What did Craig do to Tweek?

Bebe: I have an audio tape detailing a particular affair.

Me: Tell me.

Bebe: I'm in Georgetown, Texas right now, but I'm sure I can arrange for you to get it

hang on...

wait...

yes, I have it written out.

one moment

should I just email to Tweek?

I expect you'd get it

Me: Just tell me what happened & it will all be over. Unless I know this information, the boys will have to go to court. Now do you really want to ruin Tweek's next few high school years?

Fine, email it to Tweek. I will look at it

Bebe: No, I'm not trying to avoid anything... sir

Craig deserves what he gets

Me: I am waiting for this so called email

Bebe: This so called email is being typed.

may I inquire as to the condition of the boys right now?

Me: They're crying by the doorway… I have Craig handcuffed, though, nothing can happen.

Bebe: okay

Me: I have gotten the email

Bebe: And I have gotten your response.

Me: You do realize what the black-haired boy did is highly illegal?

Bebe: Yup, I do

Me: One second, I am a single officer here I have no one with me so i better go take care of the boys.

Bebe: All right.

Me: But before I do, so you WANT Craig to go to jail?

Bebe: Well...let me think this over for a moment

Me: Fine, do it quickly though I don't want the boys to start making out over there

Bebe: Right

okay...

you want complete honesty here?

Me: Yes. I do.

"Here! Okay, go!" Craig bundled Tweek out the door, relishing the cool relief of the rain on his bare shoulders before closing the door. "Just a couple houses… we can do this…"

Tweek was crying again, though he didn't know if it was from misery or elation. "Craig… C-Craig…"

"Go, go!"

Red and blue light from the police car dimly illuminated the rainy scene as the two of them sprinted along the sidewalk, water soaking their socks and chilling their feet.

"C-Craig," Tweek gasped, already out of breath after only a couple of moments, "I—you do know that I—"

"Look out!" Craig yelped, but it was too late—Tweek's left foot hooked over a tree branch lying in their way, and he went sprawling across the sidewalk, skidding to a halt in the street. His shoulders strained as he tried to lift himself up, a single, feeble attempt, but his soreness and nerves were too much for his body, and he collapsed facedown, crying harder than ever at his own helplessness.

Craig hurried into the street after him, ignoring the rain that was now beginning to chill him, and grabbed Tweek by the shoulders, lifting him up. "Come on," he begged. "You can't give up, not now—it's just a bit farther…"

"I—I don't want to pass out again," Tweek sobbed, and that was when Craig realized the truth of their situation. Tweek had reached his limit. He'd been threatened, terrified, near-raped, knocked out, kissed, severely shocked, put through quite an adrenaline test, and had his boyfriend taken forcefully away from him, all in the past hour. He couldn't handle any more.

So, with the metaphor of the prince and the princess still taunting him mockingly, Craig scooped up the smaller boy in his arms and stood up, cradling Tweek to his chest with none too little effort. "It's okay," he promised. "I've got you. I'll bring you back." He started to run again, though it was more of a sort of crooked lope now, with the deadweight holding him down.

"I'm sorry…" Tweek whimpered. "I'm so… p-pathetic…"

"You're not pathetic," Craig growled, and Tweek could feel the voice in the vibrations of his chest. He closed his eyes, snuggling up even closer to Craig, his legs swinging, and tried to ignore the sirens that still echoed a few houses down. "You're not. It's just that you have a smaller capacity than others… it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Now, just hold on. We're almost there…"

Tweek managed to get out a few more sobs—they now sounded more like coughs—before they reached Craig's doorstep. Craig didn't set him down when they got there, though, but rather took a moment to look over his face. He had told himself that the last bit at Tweek's house was it, that he wouldn't allow himself any more, and yet… his plan had already changed, hadn't it? So why not give himself a final treat?

"Tweek," he murmured gently.

The other's eyes sprung open instantly. "We-we're here? I'm awake, it's—I'm okay—"

"I know you are," Craig replied simply, and bent down for a final kiss, but it was much different from his other ones. This kiss was soft, almost gentle, and the most amazing part was that they both had an equal say in it. Things seemed almost magically transformed—instead of an easy war, the kiss was now a dance, something delicate and wonderful and unearthly that was shared by both parties. The feel of his own lips being pushed back on, of Tweek's tongue sliding under his, of their mouths moving together, rather than him simply forcing himself on Tweek's… it was stunning. The sirens echoing their mournful cacophony through the neighborhood, the policeman holed up in the nearby house, the rain that plastered their hair to their necks, and to each other's cheeks—all was forgotten as, for the first time, they felt how kissing was meant to be.

"Let's go inside," Craig whispered against Tweek's lips. And, parting reluctantly, they did. Craig closed the door with his shoulder, blocking out the rain and cutting off the sirens, and strode over to his couch, where he gently laid Tweek down.

"Are you okay?" he asked, bending down beside him and massaging Tweek's hand between his. "Do you need anything? Are you dizzy, do you feel nauseous?"

Very, very faintly, Tweek smiled, his eyes glimmering with unshed tears. "You're like an overeager housewife," he rasped, and his voice didn't waver once.

Craig flushed, but a rare grin erupted unwillingly over his own face.

It looked quite good on him, Tweek noted hazily. Colors seemed brighter than usual, and things were blurry around the edges, but he had never felt more awake, never felt more alive. "I really love you a lot," he mused, and didn't realize that he'd uttered the words aloud until the act had already been committed.

"Well, the same can be said over here," Craig replied good-naturedly, but that didn't mean that he was as blissful as Tweek, or anywhere near, really. His plan hadn't been abandoned.

There was still something left to be done, something that would change everything…

Bebe: Well...it's all crap

they did nothing...

I'm jealous of Tweek. Okay? Done

Me: That email is all crap?

Bebe: it's a prank.

Y-up.

Me: You do realize you just pranked a federal officer correct?

Bebe: M~hm.

Me: You do realize this could put you in prison.

Bebe: You could use a break every once in a while.

Person to person? Come on.

I wanted them in trouble

But... yeah. Neither did anything.

Full confession...

But you can't get me! :P

Me: I was having an evening with my family because I am always stuck at work. They had to call ME out because the other night shift police in South Park were on a job, so I had to come all this way?

I have a computer tracking program.

I CAN find you.

Bebe: No, you can't!