Disclaimer - Don't own south park or any of the characters, just bored and wanted to write something fun.

Authors note – I'm back! Sorry about the long hiatus, couple relationships down in flames combined with school and work will do that to ya. But I'm back though I doubt I'll be able to update more than once a month or so. I just want ya'll to know I didn't give up on it! Gonna make this one a long one in apology! So, is it really terrible, when you can't remember everything that has happened in your own story?

Chapter 21

Butters was laying on the ground panting covered in sweat when Kenny walked in. The taller blond stopped cocking an eyebrow.

"Looks like I missed something good." He said grinning like an idiot. Butters just chuckled and pulled himself up off the floor.

"Just a little exercise Ken, you actually got home just in time. I need a shower." He said sauntering up the stairs while Kenny leaned sideways from the doorway to watch his ass as he walked.

"I could go for a shower..." Kenny mumbled to himself before scrambling up the stairs to join his boyfriend.

At Jimbo's house...

Stan and Kyle were on their first break of the day, after about four hours of training. Stan was finishing up his second sandwich, where Kyle was barely on his first.

"You wanna breath between bites?" Kyle asked, his friend had always been a big eater, with all the exercise he had to be. But lately it seemed more excessive than usual. "You're acting like you're eating for two." He stopped and smiled widely before mocking his friend. "Oh goodness Stanley who's the father?" He said laughing. Stan didn't miss a beat though.

"I was waiting for the right time to tell you, it's yours Kyle!" He said, his voice completely serious. Of course, just as that moment Randy came around the side of Jimbo's house. He made eye contact with both boys and opened his mouth several times to say something before shaking his head and walking away.

"I'll come back later..." He said as he disappeared around the house. The two boys looked at each other before bursting out laughing.

"They really are doing that on purpose!" Kyle said holding his sides.

"I know! It's like, hey Stan and Kyle are doing something that could be taken the wrong way lets walk in at just the right moment." Stan said taking a bite of his third sandwich.

At Wendy's house...

Wendy bounded down the stairs to the kitchen table, eager for breakfast. Her parents, she smiled at that, were already seated eating. Her father was reading the newspaper and taking absentminded bites of egg. Her mother was sipping on her coffee and rambling to her father about some bit of gossip she'd heard. She realized she rarely saw them acting normal like this. She decided to stay hidden in the shadows of the hallway and soak in the moment. These people were her parents, her family. They were finally treating her like their daughter, and yet she didn't feel right. She had a strange sick feeling in her stomach whenever she tried to enjoy herself around them. She shook her head to drive away the negative thoughts and walked out into the kitchen to greet her parents.

"Morning mom! Morning dad!" she said, trying to sound as cheerful as she could. She felt she was pretty convincing. She didn't notice her parents share a concerned look as she took her seat.

"How are you feeling this morning dear?" Her mother asked, serving her eggs and bacon. Wendy dug in immediately. Speaking between bites.

"I'm great! Never better!" She said eating a bit quicker now, she suddenly felt very self conscious.

"Oh so you've talked to your friends then?" Her father said peering at her over the top of his newspaper. She could only see his eyes, normally she would have instantly known what he was thinking but for some reason not knowing suddenly made it hard to keep eye contact.

"What do you mean...?" She asked pausing from her food and looking down at her plate.

"Sweetie, we've been in contact with the Marshes. Randy and Sharon are worried about you. And so are your friends." Her mother said placing her hands on Wendy's shoulders. There was a long moment of silence before anything more was said.

"How can I face them now?" Wendy asked not looking up. Her parents looked at each other unsure. "How can they possibly forgive my selfishness?" She asked again tears starting to form. "While they are out there probably preparing for the inevitable fight, I've been sitting here playing house! And if I hadn't had my powers sealed in the first place I could have protected them all! The others were hurt because of my selfishness!" She screamed, at this point tears flowed freely down her cheeks, and yet the weather outside did not respond as it use to. Her father jumped to his feet and approached his wife and daughter and wrapped them in a hug. Her father was probably the biggest man she'd ever known. He was easily over six foot seven and muscled. In comparison she and her mother barely broke five feet.

"Honey, they are your friends, they don't blame you for any of this!" Her father said squeezing his family to him.

"He's right dear, blame lays squarely with the ones who have been attacking you and your friends. And don't forget your parents are hunters too. When the time comes we'll be there right with you." Her mother said soothingly, stroking her hair as they both leaned into her father. Wendy just let the tears flow, she didn't feel as guilty now, but she knew there was something she had to do to make things right.

Thirty minutes later...

Wendy came down the stairs of her house with purpose, she was dressed like she was going to school, but she had a different destination in mind.

"Heading out dear?" Her mother called from the kitchen. Wendy stood still for a moment looking out the open front door before taking a deep breath.

"I need to go see my friends!" she yelled as she bounded out the door and headed for her nearest friends house. That being Kenny and Butters house. She would make up for being useless during the last fight. She might not have her powers as a goddess anymore but she still had an incredible power over magic, she would just have to practice with this new way of using it. She knocked on the door to her friends house, just short of banging on it, breathing heavy as Kenny opened the door surprised to see her.

"Hey Wend-" He started to say before she hugged him and pushed him inside. Butters was sitting on the couch watching the display and jumped up. "Woah! What's wrong?" Kenny asked suddenly worried as Wendy began crying on him.

"I'm so sorry!"

At Jimbo's house a few hours later...

Stan and Kyle were sparring with out weapons currently. Stan thought that learning other styles of martial arts would improve Kyle's over all fitness and improve his reactions when attacked. Kyle could throw a decent punch Stan knew but he was prone to dropping his hands when he attacked leaving him open. Kyle had his right leg forward, hands up in front of him fits lightly touching his cheeks, chin down jaw clenched. He was getting better about not tensing up when they sparred Stan noticed. Tensing up would only slow him down, you had to stay loose and calm. Stan circled to Kyle's left, who in turn circled to keep him directly in front of him. Stan stopped and there was a slight moment of stillness before they burst into motion. Kyle lunged forward and threw a jab that can slapped aside and followed up with a front kick aimed a Kyle's right hip. Kyle reacted well though and turned with the kick allowing his left side to come forward and his right to move back. Stepping through he threw a left hook at Stan's head. Stan Brought his right arm up at an angle inside of Kyles left forearm pushing up, stealing the force of the blow. At the same moment Stan's left foot hooked behind Kyle's right and then slid back towards Stan. Kyle began to teeter backwards just as Stan delivered a chop to Kyle's forehead causing him to jerk backward throwing his balance off more and landing on his back.

"Fuck dude, are you even holding back?" Kyle asked panting. Stan just chuckled and walked to the end of the ring of sand where they had been sparring.

"Yea dude, trust me, that was me holding back, way back." Stan said, he couldn't be gentle with Kyle if he wanted to make him strong enough to protect himself. Kyle huffed and stood up quickly taking a ready stance again as Stan sat on one of the logs around the ring taking a drink from his water bottle.

"You really want to go again?" Kyle nodded.

"And don't hold back this time! I want to know where I stand compared to you!" Kyle said determined. Stan thought about that for a moment. It had only been about three weeks that they had been training. Even with magic and Kyle's remarkable progress for someone who had been so out of shape, he wasn't sure Kyle could take a beating from Stan at one hundred percent.

"I'll give you about half strength how about that? If I go full on at you, you'll die." Stan said completely serious, taking a stance across from Kyle. Kyle scowled at this but nodded. Stan smirked knowing this was about to be the end of their training for the day. " Whenever you're ready." Kyle charged at Stan as though he was going to start with a jab again but instead he dropped and tried to slide into Stan's legs. Stan however was airborne over him and standing nonchalantly not even in a stance by the time Kyle turned around.

"I told you not to hold back!" Kyle rushed him again and threw a nice right high kick, right at Stan's head. Stan didn't move until the last second, he raised his left arm up and let Kyle's kick hit. Kyle went to retract his foot but Stan's arm snaked around it and pulled Kyle in. Kyle was off balance again, but he got two quick punches off. Stan blocked one with his right hand and the other with his elbow. With his right arm between them he chopped down at Kyle's collar bone stunning the red headed boy. Stan's hand continued with the movement and he retracted and then punched straight out into Kyle's gut. Kyle heaved forward from the blow and Stan released his right leg and then turned his back to his falling friend. Kyle tried to catch himself throwing his hands out forward, his right arm going over Stan's right shoulder. The black haired boy grabbed Kyle's right wrist with his left and his bicep with his right. Turning down towards his left hip Stan flipped Kyle over his back to land hard on the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

"You happy now?" Stan said standing over Kyle. His friend just laid on the ground too stunned to respond. All that had just happened had to have taken less than ten seconds. His friend had taken him apart without trying. "Don't feel too bad about it Kyle, I've been practicing this since we were little and even heavier in the last few years since I started hunting with my dad. Trust me, you are making incredible progress. Especially in regard to your cane fighting. You've only been training to be a hunter for about a month now, and our intense training for only about three weeks. Give it time." Stan began to worry his friend was getting discouraged as he made no sounds behind him. Stan took a sip from his water bottle and then turned around to see his friend, he smiled at what he saw. Kyle was snoozing with a smile on his face in the sand. He'd been exhausted of course, they'd been training especially hard today. "Guess we'll call that a day then." Stan said as he lifted his friend up over his shoulder and carried him over to Jimbo's house and called his dad to come and get them.

At Stan's house...

By the time his father picked them up and drove them home, Kyle had woken up though he still looked like he was going to pass out. They were covered in sweat and dirt and sand and he ached everywhere.

"I need a shower and to sleep for the next five years." He said as he stumbled up towards his friends door.

"Hah well a shower does sound nice." Stan remarked, brushing some of the sand off of himself.

"Umm boys before you go insid-" his dad started causing Stan to look back at him as Kyle opened the door. But his friends exclamation had his head whipping back around.

"Shit..." Kyle said staring into the eyes of a very angry Jewish mother across the room. "Uhh...hi mom..." Kyle mumbled as he walked in.

"Hi mom? That's all you have to say after I haven't seen you, or talked to you in a month? The last thing I heard was my boy going off on some date with another boy. God knows who! And then you seem to have moved in over here with the Marshes!" Kyle could tell from his mothers tone that she was just getting warmed up. His father sat next to Mrs. Sharon on the couch, both ignoring her outbursts knowing there was no point telling her to calm down, and talking over coffee. "Gerald!" She called in her shrill voice. "A little help here!"

"Yes dear." Gerald sighed and turned towards his son. "Your mother is very upset with you son." Sheila nodded seemingly satisfied and began rambling about how she couldn't believe her son would just abandon his family like this.

"And who is this mystery boy that you went on a date with!? How come I haven't met him? I am very accepting of whoever you choose to be with, but only if they have enough respect to come and introduce themselves to your parents!" Kyle flinched at the mention of Clyde and shrank a bit, he was happy his parents were supportive of his sexuality, not that he was sure what that even was, but this was not something he wanted to talk about.

"You have met him mom..." Kyle mumbled sadly. He couldn't well explain that she just couldn't remember meeting Clyde, she remembered that he'd gone on a date but apparently all the details were gone. He'd just have to make something up I guess. But before he could Stan jumped in.

"I am very sorry we didn't come to you first Mrs. Broflovski. You know I have the utmost respect for you and Kyle's dad. We just weren't sure how to tell you..." Stan said stepping up to stand beside Kyle and lacing his fingers with his best friends.

"Oh!" Sharon gasped flushing red at the two boys. "So that's why..." she rambled off letting her mind wander to very smutty places.

"Oh...Oh Stanley! You're the one who has captured my sons heart?" Sheila shrieked happily. "I always felt there was more to you two than just friends! If I have to give my son to anyone, I'm glad it's you!" She rushed over and hugged the two boys tightly. "I am so happy for you Kyle!" Sheila said kissing him on the forehead.

"Thanks mom, yea I've been in love with Stan for awhile..." Kyle said nervously, he felt a tight pang in his heart as he said those words, he wasn't sure why but it made him sad. His mother immediately ran over to Sharon to begin talking about all sorts of wedding arrangements and plans for the future. Stan's mother jumped into it almost immediately pulling out an album from behind the couch with dress and tuxedo designs for both him and Kyle, something about how she wasn't sure if one of them wanted to wear a dress or if they'd both be in tuxes so she prepared for either occurrence. "This is gonna be hard to explain later." Kyle said whispering to Stan, their fingers still laced.

"Stan..." came a weak cry from the door. Both boys turned in towards each other to look over their shoulders at the door. Standing in the doorway was Wendy with tears running down her face and Kenny and Butters behind her both wincing.

"Not as hard as that..." Stan muttered cursing his rotten luck.

An hour later in Stan's room...

Once they'd gotten Wendy upstairs into Stan's room without her making a scene they were able to explain that it was all just a lie to get Sheila to stop ranting at Kyle. That took about twenty minutes, the next forty were Wendy just processing things in her head. She had been there for the whole exchange from the moment that Kyle's mother started yelling at him to when Stan had claimed he and Kyle were in a relationship. Even before it being explained to her she knew why he had said it, but still somehow it hurt in her heart to see her boyfriend say such things. She had a horrible feeling she had forgotten something. And then she remembered, what she had seen that night, on Stan's birthday when he'd bailed on their date night to be with Kyle.

"Wendy are you alright?" Stan asked coming over to sit against the wall next to her. He tried to put his arm around her but she didn't oblige him. He just awkwardly brought his arm back down to his side. "You know none of that was real right?" He said whispering to her, Kyle, Kenny, and Butters were talking loudly amount themselves on the other side of the room looking at something on Stan's computer.

"No Stan, I know that it was real. At least some of it." She said turning towards him with sad eyes. "Lets face it, you aren't in love with me, we haven't been a couple for a long time, maybe ever." He tried to interject but she placed a finger to his lips. "You were my rock when I was a goddess, something to keep me from losing myself in the knowledge of the world around me, the first person to treat me like a normal person, even knowing what I am. You gave me something to focus on that allowed me keep my sanity. But that isn't love Stan, you care deeply about me I know, trust me. But you deserve to be happy, and so do I. We both deserve better." Stan just looked at her and opened and closed his mouth several times.

"So what are you saying Wends...?" Stan asked finally. She smiled sadly at him, and prepared to tell the first lie she had ever spoken.

"I don't love you Stan, and I want to break up with you." A piece of her broke as she said this. Stan just sat there silently. He didn't looked shocked, sad but she could see the agreement in his eyes. "I'm sorry, but I need some time away from you." She said as she stood up.

"I agree." Stan said feeling part of his heart break. He wouldn't cry in front of his friend, she cared about him greatly and he knew how hard it must have been to say that to him. He knew she was right though, he loved her, but he wasn't in love with her. But that didn't help to ease the pain in his chest.

"I'll be ready come Christmas, I will stand with you and the others. But until then I think it's best if we don't see each other." She said as she collected her things. Stan nodded and looked up to see Kyle, Kenny and Butters with pity in their eyes for him. He just shook his head at them and gave a weak smile. After saying their goodbyes at the door Wendy, Butters and Kenny left, the door shutting with a thud.

"Stan..." Kyle started but Stan turned around from the door slowly, tears streaming down his face.

"Kyle!" he croaked and fell into his best friend sobbing.

Outside Stan's house...

Kenny and Butters walked to either side of Wendy, each with an arm around her waist. Tears ran down her face in rivers, and for the first time since she'd sealed her powers, the weather seemed to share her sadness. Rain came down in a steady rhythm. When they were far enough away from Stan's house Wendy sprinted away from them and screamed at the sky dropping to her knees. The rain intensified for a moment and then let up almost as quickly. All Kenny and Butters could hear was Wendy's light laughter. "I love him you know, but I'm not the one who can make him happy." She said turning towards them with a sad smile on her face. Wiping tears from her cheeks she stood up. "I did the right thing didn't I?"

"Of course you did!" Butters said tackling her with a hug. Kenny just stood silently, unsure what he could even say. This didn't seem like the right time for a perverted comment.

"Then why does it hurt so much?" Wendy asked softly.

AN – TO BE CONTINUED! Oh shit, stuff happened! Hope you liked it! Review review review! Tell me if you missed me or if you couldn't care less haha.