Glad everyone liked the little bit of fluff from the last chapter. This time the kids get a bit more freedom. I'm going to try to speed up the days a bit, since we're on chapter 10 and only on day 3 of camp. Anyway, here you go.

Chapter 10 – Isle Beback

Kyle shuddered as he laid on the cold, hard, cement floor. He was grateful that Stan had given him an extra blanket to use, but it still didn't make the floor any more comfortable. He quite resented Brad for stealing his bed. He had a feeling he wasn't going to get any sleep again tonight. Then he thought for a moment.

He hadn't seen Tweek come back to the cabin. Had something happened to him? Maybe he was staying with Craig tonight. Maybe that meant he could use Tweek's bed tonight.

Gathering up his blankets, Kyle quietly walked over to the other room where Clyde was fast asleep. Not wanting to wake him, he carefully placed the blankets on the empty bed and climbed in, thankful that it didn't squeak. However, just as he laid down, there was a tiny creek and he heard Clyde sit up.

"Tweek?"

"No, it's Kyle," the redhead told him, "Tweek hasn't come back yet. I figured he wanted to spend the night with Craig or something. I don't think he would mind if I borrowed his bed for tonight."

Clyde blinked over at him. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then decided against it. "All right then," he said, "Good night." He laid back down again.

Kyle wrapped himself in the blankets, curled up, and fell asleep.

…

Stan almost forgot that Craig was in the infirmary when he woke up and saw the empty bed next to him. But then he remembered what happened yesterday, and he relaxed. He got up and stretched, trying to soothe his aching back. Those beds were not the nicest in the world. He got dressed and made his way to the mess hall.

On his way there, he crossed paths with Kyle and started walking beside him. "You look a lot better today," he noted.

"Yeah, because I actually got to sleep on a bed," Kyle replied, "For whatever reason Tweek didn't come back to the cabin last night, so I slept in his bed."

"Oh, Tweek was with Craig last night," Stan told him. His friend nodded.

"I figured it was something like that," he said.

"Yeah, Craig broke his arm when he fell down a hill yesterday, so we took him to Dr. Shuu," Stan explained, "Tweek wanted to stay with him to make sure he was ok."

"Jesus," Kyle muttered, "A lot of kids seem to get injured or sick here, huh? I mean, first Cartman, then Kevin, now Craig? Who's next?"

Stan didn't really want to think about it.

When they got to the mess hall, Stan was surprised that Craig was there with Tweek, and Cartman was also there. Craig had his arm in a sling while Tweek held his tray for him, and Butters was chatting excitedly to Cartman, who was grumbling to himself as he slowly made his way to a table with his crutches.

"Huh, I didn't really expect either of those two to be up today," Stan noted, "I would expect at least Craig would want to take some time to recover."

"I wouldn't want to stay with that crazy doctor, would you?" Kyle asked.

"Good point," Stan agreed.

The two of them went through the food line then went over to sit with Cartman, Kenny, and Butters. Craig and his friends joined them as well.

"Hey, how are you out of bed already?" Stan asked, looking over at Craig.

"I wasn't going to spend any more time with that crazy doctor," he muttered. Tweek sat down beside him set his tray in front of him before pressing against his side.

"God, those pain killers really did a number on me," Cartman grumbled, as he spread his unrecognizable food around on his plate, "I feel like shit." Kyle gave him a look.

"Yeah, I don't think those were pain killers," he said in a slow voice.

"(You were hilarious, dude,)" Kenny chuckled, "(You were all loopy and delirious!)" Cartman glared at him.

"Shut up, Kenny," he growled.

After breakfast, Scout Master Scout announced that today was a free day. The kids were allowed to do whatever they wanted to do in camp: crafts, sports, sleep. Cartman, upon learning this, immediately grabbed some food from the kitchen and went back to bed.

"Lazy fatass," Kyle muttered to Stan. His friend nodded in agreement.

"All right, so we've got a free day," Stan said to Kyle and Kenny, "What do you guys want to do?"

"(Leave?)" Kenny asked hopefully.

"Besides that," Stan replied, "We're not allowed to do that."

As Kenny huffed, Kyle shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, man," he admitted, "This place is super boring. They have no sports equipment or anything. I just want to go home and play video games or something."

"Yeah" Stan agreed, "This place is super lame. I don't feel safe here."

After a while of talking and debate, the three of them started walking around the camp, desperate to find something to do. They didn't want to waste their day off. Stan led the way over to the lake where several kids were swimming. He felt his heart speed up when he spotted Wendy walking out of the water, her body dripping wet.

Kyle looked at him, confused, then looked at what he was staring at and sighed. "Come on, dude, you've seen Wendy in a bathing suit before," he pointed out. Stan at her with wide eyes as she came towards them.

"Hey, Stan!" she greeted, "You guys going swimming? The water is actually pretty nice considering what time of year it is."

Stan's eyes widened. "Yeah, we're going swimming!" he exclaimed. Kenny and Kyle gave him a confused look.

"(We are?)" Kenny asked. Stan didn't answer him as he grabbed their arms.

"We just need to go grab our swimsuits really quick," he eagerly told Wendy as he started dragging his two friends away.

"But Stan, I didn't bring my swimsuit!" Kyle objected.

The three separated when they got to the cabins and went to their own. Sighing, Kyle dug through his stuff, hoping that maybe his mom packed his swim trunks without telling him. Actually, he kind of hope she didn't, as he didn't want to sit in the water and watch Stan gawk at Wendy the whole time.

Annoyingly, he found that yes, his mom did pack his swim trunks. Grumbling to himself, Kyle was about to start unzipping his jacket, when he was suddenly hit in the head from behind.

…

Some how most of the kids had gotten wrapped up in a game Stan could only describe as "try to drown each other." It looked like Spitzer was winning and had Jason flailing underwater. Meanwhile, Roger was wolf whistling at girls and clicking his tongue at them, earning a good smack in the face from Red. Everyone was splashing around and having a great time. They didn't notice anything else going on around them.

"I wonder what's taking Kyle so long?" Stan wondered aloud. He was trying to decide whether or not he should go in the water without his best friend or not.

"He's probably taking his sweet ass time so he doesn't have to get in," Kenny suggested, his voice clear now that he wasn't wearing his parka. "Probably afraid a fish will bite him or something." Stan looked at him.

"Gee, thanks for putting that fear in my head," he said sarcastically.

"You're welcome," Kenny replied, the sarcasm totally lost on him, "Now if you excuse me, I'm going to take this water-proof camera and see how many butt shots I can get."

Stan stared as his perverted friend eagerly walked towards the water. "That's really weird, Kenny!" he called after him, "And an invasion of privacy!" Kenny pretended he couldn't hear him.

After a minute of waiting for Kyle, Stan just decided to go in without him, and paddled out to Wendy.

…

Kyle woke with a painful headache and aching limbs. He slowly opened his eyes and was startled by where he was. It definitely wasn't his room. Shivering, he slowly stood up and looked around. His breathing sped up as he vaguely recognized the bone white sand, and dense brush. He, Stan, and Cartman had just been here the other day.

He was back on the island. And this time, he was alone.

I'm not entirely satisfied with this chapter, but fuck it. It's been too long since I updated this so I'll have to settle for this. Also, another cliffhanger! I'm such a jerk! Anyway, what will happen to Kyle? Are the rumors about the island true? Who knocked him out and brought him there? And how long will it take Stan to notice that he's gone? Eh, I dunno.