I noticed I use a lot of characters that are only in like one episode of the entire series. I also realized that might kind confuse people and I apologize. If you like I could type up a guide to which episode I got each character if that might in any way be helpful. Classes are killing me this week I feel uber over worked. I hope to write more but I never know what my schedule is going to be like. Will I hope that you enjoy this new chapter =D

Warnings: um Style is the main pairing, but I'm telling you right now that other pairings are going to show up in the background. And some of them will probably be crack pairings just for the hell of it. There is cursing, but if you're a south park fan that shouldn't be too surprising.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything; all characters are owned by Trey Parker and Matt Stone. I mean seriously if I owned South Park do you think I'd be here? Well maybe... But probably not

Chapter Eleven: It's Not What I Am It's Just Him

It won't come as any surprise to you that Craig heals incredibly fast, like some super human mutant thing. And somehow I was the one volunteered to stay with Craig in the waiting room until the doctor called Craig in to get the stitches removed. That's how I ended up here sitting in this room that smell of medicine looking at a magazine that is really old. I mean I couldn't think of a more boring way to spend my weekend.

"Why are you here Kyle?" I put the magazine down and turn to look at Craig. All week he's been trying to hide his black eye, by either covering it with his hair or his hat. But from this angle I could see it perfectly dark purple and slightly closed. It's no surprise that he's embarrassed by it.

"We fags have to stick together right?" I was trying to be friendly, make a joke about it. Like I wanted to waste my time here, but that's not true I come because Tweek begged me to. He never wanted Craig to be alone, but he had work and couldn't get out of it. I tried to tell Tweek that Craig was strong enough to handle himself and he began to scream about the gnomes. I eventually agreed to go just to clam Tweek down, because we all know that the gnomes weren't what Tweek was afraid of hurting Craig. I leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees and my chin in the palms of my hands. Craig snorted and I looked back at him. I almost forgot I was talking to him.

"I'm no fag." Craig said the words loud and firm. I was suddenly glad that there was no one else in the waiting room to hear what we had to say. An audience would just make the conversation more awkward.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"Craig held up his hand stopping me midsentence.

"You didn't offend me." A silence fell over us and I quickly went back to looking through the old magazines just to give myself something to do. Craig shifted and poked my shoulder. I tried to pretend like I didn't feel it and he jabbed my side. I held back a sigh and turned my attention back to him.

"What would make you think I was a fag in the first place?" Craig shifts in his seat no longer looking at me. Suddenly everything feels tense.

"Oh, you know just how close you and Tweek are I guess," I said it slowly and carefully, the last thing I wanted to do is ruin Tweek and Craig's friendship because I opened my big mouth. Craig nodded slightly as if taking what I said into consideration.

"Yeah dumb ass it's called being best friends."

"And you don't think that me and Stan weren't super best friends before this?" Craig quiets shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. My words ring a lot of truth.

"Besides didn't you ever think that maybe Tweek wants to be more than just friends?" I mutter quietly. Craig put his hand on my shoulder and I looked up at him expecting him to say something.

"Craig Tucker the doctor is ready to see you know." Craig turned to look at the nurse who must have been standing behind me and got up. Neither of us made an effort to state that the conversation would continue.

It didn't take long from them to remove the stitches. But after he got out, we didn't talk about fags anymore. In fact we didn't really talk at all. I walked him back to Harbucks where Tweek was just about to end his shift. When we got in Tweek hurried over and hugged Craig tightly. Craig glanced back at me and I shrugged. I'm here to help him get home from the hospital not make decisions for him. Instead I said my good byes and walked back to Ethan's house.

"How was it?" Ethan looked back at me from his spot on the couch and I sighed.

"Don't ask," I stole the seat next to Ethan with a soft thump.

"That bad, huh?"

"Let's just say that Craig won't be joining my cause anytime soon."

"That puts a major dent in your plans doesn't it?" I make a face and steal the remote from Ethan trying to ignore them remark. I don't plan on admitting any sort of failure this early on. I begin flipping channels for an inspiration on changing the subject.

"Anything come for me in the mail?"

"Nope, nothing from that brother of yours in camp; are you getting nervous yet? Afraid that your little brother might have gone soft?" I hit Ethan across the face with a pillow as RuPaul's drag race plays on the T.V.

"He has not! I'm sure he's just getting fully settled in before giving me an update on his process." I slump farer into the couch as I watch the people on the screen run around. Ethan shakes his head patting my shoulder. But I'm too preoccupied with what's on T.V. it gave me an idea.

"What if we knew a cross dresser and that cross dress could work with Kenny and destroy that entire Eric Cartman group from the inside out?" I sit up and look at Ethan as if exciting him to exclaim that it was that best idea he ever heard.

"That sounds great and all for a movie on that queer Logo channel, you watch but this is real life Kyle and there's no way that you'd be able to pull that off." Of course Ethan just had to be a kill joy. Though he is right I don't know any cross dressers unless you count Butters, but everyone now knew what he looked like as a girl.

"If you really want to win this then you should stop focusing on being sneaky and more on actually finding out Cartman's fears and using it against him." I look at Ethan. The idea was great and all but at times like these Cartman seemed fearless just a twisted little man with a lot of problems.

"That's a lot harder then you're trying to make it sound Ethan," I sigh changing the channel.

"I don't know I'm sure Scott Tenorman might to be able to help if you could find him."

"Scott Tenorman? That guy Cartman made eat his own parents?" Ethan nods getting up and I shake my head. That was a horrible Idea.

"I'm just saying that this isn't just about you anymore Kyle, there are people counting on you now. And I don't mean just kids like Tweek, but everyone who's out of the closet and those still in. they need you Kyle and you don't want them to be let down just because you wanted to play it safe." Ethan gets up and I watch him. There's a knock at the door and he answers it. It's Dillon and he walks out without saying good bye. He was right this game wasn't just about me anymore there are other people watching me waiting to see what I will do next. I sat there quiet for a while and made one final decision; to request help from two people I never expected to need again. I gathered a few things into a backpack and left.

"Oh how the mighty have fallen," Gregory always stood with a sense of unbridled confidence. And you couldn't tell by looking at him at that moment that he was standing in front of a rundown shack where he spent most of his time. And to think that I've come all this way for help from these two, how delightful.

"I've come to seeking help not smartass remarks." Gregory paused, snorted quietly opening the door enough to let me in. The inside wasn't much better then outside. The windows were covered and the only thing giving off light was a single blub that swung for the ceiling. There was barely anything in the other rooms and what was there was old and rundown like the shack itself. I personally think they did that on purpose.

"Take a seat at the table and we'll get to you shortly you prick," Gregory walked out of the room and I took a seat at the table putting my bag down. It was eerily quiet in there expect the tick tock of the clock placed on the wall. Because there is nothing better than the ticking of a clock for dramatic effect, you know? I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the shovel scrap against the wall.

"What iz it that you want?" They both sat down on either side of me and I fumbled with my words. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil in order to get ready to ask my question.

"Christophe-"

"That iz Ze Mole to you," He glared at me and I had to surpass a sigh. I should have known that was coming. We aren't on exactly friendly terms.

"I'm sorry Ze Mole, I have reason to believe that you and Gregory are well equipped with the ability to track people down."

"But of course what are people good for, other than being hunted down like ze dogs they are?"

I paused, thinking of The Most Dangerous Game, a short story they had us read in English. The thought of people actually being hunted down was unsettling to say the least. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

"Anyways, I need you to help me find someone."

"And who exactly are you looking for?" Gregory leaned forward clasping his hands together.

"Scott Tenorman," Suddenly everything become silent again, then ticking of that clock was louder than ever.

"You picked a bad time to look for someone our connections are strained now that both Josh Meyers and Trent Boyett have recently got out of Juvenile Hall." I paused and looked up at both of them.

"Trent Boyett?"

"But now that zhey are out of Prizon, we will have move man power to relocate this Zcott Tenorman," Ze Mole pulls out a cigarette tapping it against the table before placing it in his mouth and lighting it up. Gregory makes a face and pulls it out of Ze Mole's mouth. I tried to steady my nerves knowing that Trent Boyett was out was very unsettling.

"The real question is what will you be doing for us in exchange? Putting our effects into finding his guy will not come cheap."

"We'll worry about that if you're actually able to find who I'm looking for." I tried to act confident but it seemed like they could see right through me. At any moment they were going to flip me over and expose my soft yellow under belly. I don't think I'm capable of pulling off cocky and that in itself is my ultimate downfall.

"Oh trust me we'll be able to find him," Gregory smiles shaking my hand.

"I feel like it'll be nice doing business with someone like you Kyle Broflovski," I nod, uncertain if he's serious. Gregory is a very questionable guy.

"We do not mind that you are taking down that fat azz," The Mole added, pulling out another cigarette from his jacket pocket. Gregory frowns as the lighter flicks back to life.

"That is if Christophe is alive to see it," Gregory glares at him as he blows a trail of smoke.

"What are you my wife?" The Mole rolls his eyes and I decide it's time to leave before I get caught up in their fight.

The walk back to Ethan's apartment was quiet, peaceful even. It was like there was nothing to worry about for that singular moment. The snow crunching beneath my feet gave a reassuring sound. Then the silence was broken, by loud footsteps and heavy breathing. I turned around suddenly realizing how cold it was outside. I pulled my jacket closer as a figure approached me. For a second I thought it was Trent finally back to rip me apart for participating in getting him sent back to Juvie.

"I've been thinking Kyle," It was Craig. He looked distressed, bent over his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

"And what is that Craig?" I would have waited until he was ready to come out and say it, but his panting being the only sound I could hear was throwing me off. It nerves were a little on edge form the whole Trent thing and I wanted to get inside.

"I'm really not a fag Kyle," I roll my eyes and turn around ready to start walking again. This whole thing was a waste of my time.

"Wait I'm not done," I turned to look over my shoulder and Craig stood up straight again looking me directly in the eye.

"But I'm not straight either," I paused turning around, pulling my hands out of my pockets.

"What do you mean Craig?" Craig steeped forward and put a hand on my shoulder taking a deep breath.

"It can only be Tweek, no one else, just him. I…I think I'm in love with the shaky little fuck," I smiled and hug Craig tightly.

"I know what you mean Craig," He nods and suddenly looks relieved, like he just needed to get that off his shoulder.

"But don't tell Tweek yet okay? I want to wait for the right time," Craig lets go and steps back again.

"Of course Craig whatever you want," I watched as Craig started to walk away. Suddenly he stopped and turned back to look at me.

"Oh and Kyle? Thanks."

"Any time," I couldn't help but smile. This is what made all the stress and struggle worth it. These single moments where someone else is truly happy makes all of it worth it. I open the door find to Stan in the kitchen waiting for his waffles to pop out of the toaster. I drop everything brought with me in that backpack to that dirty old shack and walk over. He doesn't even notice I'm there until my arms are wrapped around him. He smiles leaning back into me. Suddenly I can't remember why I was so anxious outside.

"Hey dude, want some waffles?" I chuckle for a moment.

"Yeah, sounds good" I squeeze him slightly and he pulls some more waffles out of the box. For a long time we just held each other as we stood in front of the toaster waiting for those waffles to be done. And I realized, as he covered each badly toasted waffle in butter, that this was my moment. I was so busy helping other people find there and I hadn't taken the time to find my own moment. But here it was because just standing here with Stan made me truly happy. And I wouldn't mind living the rest of my life just like this.