Disclaimer - I do not own South Park, i wish i did but i don't sooooo don't sue me bro...

Author's Note - I have returned! I have never forgotten about this story and i will continue it and finish it properly...eventually. I just read through the first 21 chapters again so that i wouldn't forget any of the smaller details i wrote over a year ago, so hopefully you all will like this as much as you did before. So anyway, just got me a tablet so now i don't have to sit in my room when i want to write with all my distractions. Loving it so far so i am hoping i will updating a bit more often. Also i might be able to type up a chapter or two during lunch at work now that i have a portable machine. I know i'm a terrible writer when it comes to grammar but i'm getting better! But oh the corrections that i will need to make to this story! the timeline in this story is all kinds of jacked up so gotta fix that, and i got STAN'S birthday wrong! I am a failure! *turns over SP fandom membership card* he's my favorite character the fuck is wrong with me!? Oh i was deathly sick at the time and couldn't go to work for a month? Like a fever is an excuse to be 9 days off on a birthday -_- so yea expect some corrections to start coming down the pipe.

So without further ado, let the story continue!

Chapter 22

Stan's room…

After Wendy left Kyle had spent the next several hours just rocking his friend back in forth as he sobbed. Stan was always a big softie when it came to emotions and anytime he and Wendy had a fight or took a break he would become a big blubbering mess. Kyle was always the one who would pick up the pieces, just as he was now. He stroked Stan's hair gently and marvelled at how soft it was, he would need to remember to ask his friend what he used on his hair later, as gay as that sounded. It was a job to tame his hair and even as short as it was now he needed to work with it to keep it from turning into frizz. "Kyle am i a bad person?" Stan suddenly asked his distracted friend.

"Why would you think that?" Kyle asked in reply. Stan had stopped bawling within the first half hour but he hadn't been willing to let go of Kyle after that.

"Because...even though i care about Wendy, and I am sad that what we had is over, i'm filled with relief." Stan said sadly, Kyle frowned not sure why his friend would think that made him a bad person.

"Stan you don't have to feel torn up because you and Wendy ended things. And it is ok to feel like it isn't the end of the world." Kyle said, he was trying to get his friend to latch onto hope. Maybe he wouldn't fare so badly this time.

"I know I don't, but I think part of me wanted to break up with Wendy for a while. And i feel so guilty for it." Stan said pushing away from his friend and moving so they were sitting side by side, their backs against Stan's bed.

"Stan, dude it is ok for you to want to go your separate ways with Wendy, you are under no obligation to be with her. You have always been a great boyfriend to her, everyone knows that. When you were with her you always gave her your heart and soul. She's lucky to have had you for the time she did." Kyle said patting his friend's knee next to him, he turned a little red with how sappy he was getting.

"I guess so...I just feel like I should be more broken up about it than i really am. I mean we were together for years, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about breaking it off. And the reasons are pretty selfish." Stan said cringing as he went over them in his head.

"Tell me, I'll decide if they're selfish. It is hard to judge ourselves, but friends usually can see the parts of us we can't." Kyle said closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the bed.

"Alright then, I just felt like we weren't really a couple in anything but name. Wendy and I would go on dates and all but it always felt like we were more friends than anything. And I just felt like a relationship between us couldn't last, we experienced emotions differently. As a human and a god we had different needs and wants." Stan said fidgeting and turning red. Kyle noticed sitting up straighter and arching an eyebrow at his friend.

"What kind of needs and wants?" Kyle asked smirking noticing his friend's red face darken even more.

"Uhh...It's well...sexual stuff...Wendy didn't have any interest in physical intimacy...she pretty much told me one time that it was off the table…" Stan said looking away too embarrassed to look at his friend. Kyle's eyes went wide and he brought his hand up to his face to try and hide his smile.

"Dude you wanted to break up because Wendy wouldn't put out?!" Kyle sometimes forgot that Stan was a growing boy what with his warm personality and protective nature and of course he'd have those urges. But apparently he was still very much a virgin, even in his thinking. Kyle lost his shit and started literally rolling on the floor laughing at his friend. Stan just turned and glared at his friend still red faced.

"Dude it is not funny!" Stan said, Kyle stopped but after looking at his friend he continued to roll on the floor laughing. Stan launched himself at his best friend then and landed on top of him with the intent of tickling him. Kyle stopped and looked up at his friend wide eyed with a mischievous look on his face.

"Oh Stanley...I know you are frustrated but are you intending to violate your poor defenseless friend in order to sate your beastly urges?!" Stan's face turned even redder then and he was about to reply when they heard the door open and his father was standing there. They all stared at each other for many long seconds before he muttered something about locking the door and walked away.

"How do they do that?" Stan said rolling off his friend to lay next to him staring at the ceiling. His friend next to him just shrugged and brought his hands up under his own head to cradle it as they both just listened to the silence.

"I don't know dude, but in all seriousness, you have nothing to be ashamed of for wanting to go separate ways with Wendy, whatever the reason. You are allowed to pursue what you need to be happy. And I suppose for Wendy she doesn't need physical intimacy for her to see an expression of your feelings. She'd just know how you felt about her. She probably doesn't understand what it's like being a human. We imperfect, selfish creatures. We want and need blatant expressions of love and physical intimacy. And if that is what you need Stan, then you have every right to go after it. And Wendy obviously thought so too, that's why she broke things off." Kyle said closing his eyes. He was tired as anything and they still hadn't gotten showers but he wasn't sure he was going to get up to get one now. Stan thought about what Kyle said for several long minutes, he didn't feel like he should get off so easy. He had a habit of beating himself up over everything but his best friends logic felt air tight and so he finally gave up blowing out a long sigh.

"Yea I guess you are right dude. Thanks, but you know now that I have officially broken up with Wendy it is going to be a lot harder to keep our mothers from assuming we are together." Stan said sighing again, knowing his mother would probably ask Wendy for all the juicy details of Stan's "affair" once she got the news. Wendy hadn't indulged many fancies while a goddess but she had taken a strong liking to forbidden love and same sex pairings. Maybe she had done it as a way to ease the burden of seeing people's deepest secrets. Kyle Just groaned after hearing Stan's last statement.

"I can see my mom posting something on Facebook already...actually, give me your phone!" Kyle said holding out his hand until the requested device was placed in it. He pulled up his friend's Facebook, he hated it but it was almost a necessity in this day. And sure enough at the top of Stan's feed was a post from his mother proclaiming her love and acceptance of their love and her excitement over her new soon-to-be son-in-law. "Oh no…" Kyle groaned again and already there were several dozen likes and posts from people they know, most claiming the 'knew it' whatever that meant.

"Let me see." Stan said reaching for his phone. He read the post turning slightly red, he then proceeded to go through all the comments and his face got steadily darker. Kyle couldn't help but chuckle at his innocent friend's expression. Nothing in the comments had been very explicit, mostly claims of seeing them making out under the bleachers or that they had been seen feeding each other at an ihop, which in retrospect that last one is actually true.

"You ok over there dude?" Kyle asked arching an eyebrow at his friend again. Stan just locked his phone and sighed putting it down above his head.

"That is going to be really hard to explain to my mother in the morning." Stan said pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd already seen at least one post from her and she was definitely playing right into their little lie to Kyle's mom.

"Yup, have fun with that!" Kyle said rolling onto his side facing away from Stan and attempting to get comfortable so he could sleep.

"What aren't you going to help me?" Stan asked rolling over to face his friend's back.

"Come now Stanley, you are the one who expressed your 'undying love' to our parents in front of your former girlfriend and two other best friends. I think you can handle explaining to your mother that their is nothing but a platonic friendship between us." Kyle said smugly. He would enjoy Stan attempting to explain himself in the morning he was sure of it.

"Oh come on dude! You gotta help me!" Stan said splaying his limbs out in exasperation and pouting. Kyle just rolled back onto his back and looked over at his friend.

"Fiiiine, on one condition!" Kyle said holding his hand up in the air showing just one finger.

"Sure, fine anything, just don't leave me to explain this away on my own!" Stan said begging and clasping his hands for effect. Kyle smiled evilly.

"Weeeellll, since for the night you are assumed to be my boyfriend you shall let me use you as a pillow, so that i don't have to get up and get a shower till i've gotten some sleep.

"Done!" Stan said adjusting so that Kyle could lay on top of him. Kyle drug himself over on top of his friend his friend facing the ground his chin tucked over Stan's shoulder who was looking at the ceiling and flailing his arms and whining when he couldn't drag himself any further. Stan rolling his eyes pulled his friend farther onto of him. With anyone else this would definitely be gay, but with Kyle Stan was used to being his human pillow, especially lately. "Better?" He asked his redheaded friend once he'd stopped wriggling to get comfy.

"Much, now let me sleep or I will give you a very excellent impression of a pissed off jewish mother in the morning." Kyle said pressing his face into Stan's neck. Stan went stiff for a moment as he felt something stir in his chest. It went away quickly though but left his heart beating face and his breathing off. He hadn't felt something like that before and it startled him. Kyle was already out though by the time he finished his thought and so he just decided to follow his friends lead and go to sleep. Not that he could do much from the position he was in. Just as he was about to close his eyes though his mother opened the door to his room.

"Stan your' father came downstairs muttering something abou-" Her eyes were the size of dinner plates as she saw the position they were in, with Kyle on top of and wrapped around Stan. She made eye contact with her son and gave one of her smiles that let him know she was up to no good. She whipped out her phone and started snapping pictures while Stan just stared at her in disbelief. "I'll let you two get back to it! I am so happy for you Stan!" She said giggling as she walked down the hallway.

"Oh this just got so much harder…" Stan sighed as he let his friends warmth sink into him and drifted off to sleep.

In Wendy's room…

She sat staring out the window hugging one of her pillows. She had cried for a long time, quietly as she didn't want her parents to worry about her too much more than they already did. She had been thinking about Stan several times and had to fight the urge to run back to him and beg him to take her back. These were new emotions to her and she spent the night letting them all wash over her, the good and the bad. She had to get use to her new human form, so far she had just let her emotions rule her and she had to get ahold of them if she was going to ever be of any use. She knew she had done the right thing and the right way to deal with the pain was not to go back, but to push forward. Stan had been great to her and she was truly lucky he had taken a liking to her when she was little. But that part of her life was over, he was now a very dear friend and she would always care for him, but his heart hadn't belonged to her for a long time. "He is lucky to have you." She said smiling sadly, but also looking towards the future and the possibilities it could bring. She could meet someone new, another hunter perhaps, or even a god. And her heart sped up at the thought of new romance. She laughed at the inconsistency of her moods, humans were such complicated creatures, sad one moment and then laughing the next. "So this is what it is like to be a normal girl." She smiled, not regretting a single time she had wished for such an opportunity, it was everything she imagined it to be.

Butters' and Kenny's Room…

"Well that was a thing…" Kenny said as he laid down on their large bed. Butters crawled in beside him nodding his agreement.

"Think those three will be ok?" Butters asked as he wriggled under the covers. Kenny rolled over and slid under them as well.

"I think they'll be fine, maybe better than before. But who knows. I know that Stan and Wendy didn't really belong together though." Kenny said sighing as he laid against his love.

"But you think Stan and Kyle do?" Butters asked, stating the implied pairing. Kenny just shrugged.

"I have no idea honestly. I don't know if Stan has those kinds of feelings for Kyle, nor Kyle for Stan. As close as they are as friends that doesn't mean there is a romantic connection there. It may even be that they are too close to each other to be in love." Kenny said closing his eyes and listening to Butters breathing. The smaller blond frowned at that.

"That's awfully sad Ken, I can't see anyone being more meant for each other than those two." Butters said pressing backwards into Kenny. Kenny smiled without opening his eyes.

"Not even us?" He whispered huskily, he could feel Butters heartbeat quicken.

"Well maybe us…" Butters said spinning around to kiss Kenny passionately and climb on top of him.

Stan's bedroom the next morning…

"Ugh…" Kyle moaned trying to push himself up onto his hands and knees, but something held him fast to his prone position. Something warm, with a familiar scent mixed with the tang of sweat. "Stan." he realized, remembering how he had demanded to use the other as a body pillow the night before. His friend had a tight grip on him and seemed to be using Kyle in a similar manner, their legs were wrapped up. "Duuude, wake up!" Kyle whined and rocked back and forth on top of Stan. His friend just groaned.

"Five more minutes…" Stan could feel his friend moving back and forth on top of him and couldn't help but laugh at his childish whining. "Duuude, stop moving so much." He laughed, but his friend suddenly stopped and looked down at him with wide eyes.

"Uhhh, dude I know we had a moment last night talking about your sexual frustrations...but could you keep it in your pants?" Kyle said motioning to the very stiff visitor in Stan's pants that he just now noticed himself.

"Dude!" Stan released Kyle and jumped to his feet and turned his back to him. "Uhhh forget that happened please…" Kyle could hear from his voice that he was probably more embarrassed than he had been the previous night, so he decided not to pick at him too much. But he wasn't completely off the hook.

"Don't worry Stanley, i'm not upset. I find it flattering actually." He said laughing as he got up to stretch. "But I won't bring it up again if it makes you feel better." Stan sighed before turning around to face him, he was still fidgeting so Kyle figured he was still having issues even if it was as visible as before.

"Let's uh, go get breakfast, I can smell someone's cooking downstairs." Stan said avoiding Kyle's eye contact as he hobbled out of the room awkwardly. As the two of them walked downstairs they found Mrs. Marsh still looking exhausted but smiling cooking breakfast. His father was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the paper, Stan had told Kyle it was because they looked for odd disappearances or mysterious deaths as signs of a shell.

"Morning boys!" Sharon called to the two boys as they stepped into the kitchen. She crinkled her nose as they stepped nearer. "You two need to shower as soon as you are done eating!" She said turning away from the rank stench from the two very dirty boys.

"Stanley are you feeling alright?" His father asked arching an eyebrow over his newspaper. "You seem very...stiff?" His son seemed to be standing straighter and awkwardly. His son was about to answer when his friend stepped in smirking.

"Oh just some morning stiffness dad, can i call you dad? You know how it is with these boys getting too excited." Kyle joked as he sat down, Stan turned almost the same shade as Kyle's hair. Randy just nodded and gave an 'uh huh' and went back to his newspaper and coffee. Stan's mother whipped around and looked like it was Christmas.

"Kyle dear then i must insist you call me mom!" She said slamming her hands down on the table. Both boys jumped at her sudden energy but Randy just reached out and caught his food that almost had fallen onto the floor without batting an eye.

"Uhh, sure Mrs. Mar- uhh mom." Kyle said bashfully, his joke at Stan's expense may have backfired on him a bit.

"Listen mom, about this whole Kyle and me dating thing-" Stan started, determined to correct this whole misunderstanding.

"Oh Stanley, you have both mine and your father's support! We are so happy that you have someone like Kyle to support you! So many things make sense now!" His mother continued to rant in her own world. Stan's dad lowered his newspaper and looked at the boys.

"Now boys while i do support you, don't think this means you can slack on your training and spend all your time fooling around in Stan's rules. You still need to train, and get a good night's sleep every night." His father reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a couple twenties and handed them to Stan. "Heres some money, I'm so proud of you son." Stan and Kyle just stared at each other dumbfounded. They both sighed and realised that they would never convince these two oblivious but well meaning parents, and they'd just have to go with it for now.

Later at Jimbo's after a much needed shower…

Stan and Kyle were at it full force as soon as they began. They'd already run five miles and done half a dozen sets of push ups at various points during the run. Kyle was winded but after being subjected to this training for nearly a month now he was getting use to Stan's pace. They moved onto weapons with Kyle mostly on the defense, Stan decided to force him to defend himself against someone who was obviously more powerful and skilled, so that he'd be better prepared to deal with the likes of Cartman. "Don't try to beat me with force! I'm stronger, you have to be smarter, faster!" Stan said attacking repeatedly and not relenting when Kyle retreated, he was using thrusts as often as he could. From what Stan could tell from the short encounter, Cartman was fast but not impossibly so, his strength and the strange extension of his limbs were the things they had to worry about. He could strike farther than you expected with far more force than his frame should allow. Not that that was unusual for a revenant, if that is what Cartman truly was. His durability was what worried Stan, the damage he had sustained should have been enough to fell or at least wound most revenants, and none should have been able to break his sword with sheer force. Revenants strength could vary but never had he heard of one being so resilient to damage. Perhaps he'd been protected by the warlock's magic?

"Got ya!" Kyle shouted, bringing Stan out of his thoughts just in time to avoid being swept off his feet by Kyle's cane. "Aww shit! I thought I had you that time!" Kyle cursed fending off two more thrusts from Stan who was smirking.

"You are learning, good instincts striking while I was distracted!" Stan said smirking, Kyle was going to be an good hunter some day.

"Thanks! Care to tell me" Kyle said grunting as he fended off a thrust from Stan. "What exactly is distracting you today?" Kyle said making a thrust of his own with the crook of his cane reaching for Stan's wrist.

"Just thinking about our encounter with Cartman." Stan said, spinning his shinai in his hand and knocking the crook of Kyle's cane away with the hilt. "His strength and durability were on a completely different level than any revenant i've ever heard of." Stan said dropping to a crouch and slashing at Kyle's shins in an attempt to surprise him, but the boy was learning and leapt out of instinct and swung down overheard at Stan, who was forced to parry rather than follow up with another attack. "Revenants become stronger the longer they exist, but i've never heard of one being able to shrug off being stabbed like that, or who could break a sword enchanted by my mother." Kyle stopped then.

"So how do we even kill something like that?" Kyle said grimacing at the thought of having to kill someone who was once their friend. He now understood why Stan didn't wear his glasses on jobs. Seeing clearly the pain on the face of a former friend would be a massive burden to bare. Stan frowned too, his line of thought moving down a similar path. The boys stood in ready stances across from each other as they spoke.

"I'm not sure, we have to hope that his durability has some sort of limit, or that he has some sort of weakness at the least. Perhaps if we do enough damage he won't be able to recover. There is also the possibility of him being protected by the Warlock's magic…" Stan said, which troubling enough as a Warlock is, this one presented a new problem.

"Is something like that possible? Can they make a revenant stronger?" Kyle asked, he still didn't know very much about the darker side of magic.

"Yes, it is very possible to make a shell or a revenant or any of their various forms stronger. But it would take a very powerful mage to be able to empower a revenant the way Cartman was." Stan moved on Kyle striking horizontally from his right shoulder to left hip. Kyle, not caught off guard stepped towards Stan's right, caught and pushed Stan's attack away with his Cane before lashing out with a side kick, just like Stan taught him. Stan was surprised at the use of something he had only just taught Kyle and how much it broke from Kyle's usual movements. He only barely had time to avoid a direct hit and rotated his hips bringing his right side back so that Kyle's strike only glanced off of him. Or so he thought.

"Push!" Kyle yelled as his heel made contact with Stan's hip. Stan felt the rush of magic too late and was spun around like a top, it was a wonder he didn't lose his balance, but it didn't matter as the moment he stopped Kyle had caught his ankle with his cane and pulled it out from under him dropping him to the dirt. They both just sat there staring at each other for a long time before Stan broke into the biggest smile Kyle had probably ever seen.

"Dude! That was incredible!" The pride in Stan's voice couldn't be missed. He had planned to start having Kyle work using magic into his fighting in a week or two, the fact that he had done it on his own and instinctively forcing Stan to change his earlier assessment of his best friend. Kyle would be an amazing hunter.

"Sorry about suddenly just using magic on you...it was kind of unfair, but I thought the only way I could beat you would be to do something you didn't expect." Kyle said smiling bashfully as he helped his friend up out of the dirt. Stan shook his head though still smiling wide.

"No! Don't think that way, we are training to save our lives, in a real battle there won't be any unfair moves, just survival. And that skill you just showed is one that i was hoping to bring up in a few weeks anyway. And you just went and had to show off. I'm proud of you dude!" He said patting Kyle on the back as he went to get some water. As he did he took off his jacket and threw it over the fence. "But you know what this means now don't you?" Kyle just looked at him dumbfounded.

"What?" Kyle asked unsure. Stan smiled evilly.

"It means I can't hold back anymore. Starting tomorrow I'm going to come at you full force. You'll have to put everything you've learned into practice against me if you don't wanna get hurt." Kyle turned white at this. He didn't think he'd have a chance of beating Stan if he went full force and he wasn't looking forward to the bruises.

"Are you sure dude? I only knocked you down once." Kyle said sounding a bit worried. Stan wouldn't admit it but he'd been going at about seventy five percent today. He'd mostly been holding back his speed but not holding back his technique or strength as much. If he was to have any hope of beating Kyle while he used magic he wouldn't have a choice but to go full speed.

"You'll only improve by doing things you think that you can't." Stan said stepping out of the ring. "Alright let's celebrate this new level of training. We'll call it a day here, let's go get some food. My mother is going to teach you how to use your aura as a barrier. An indispensable ability for every hunter, and the reason I always wear magic gear. Since I can't make my own." Stan said pulling out his phone to ask his father to come pick them up and drop them off for something to eat.

At Qdoba, half an hour later…

"Dude, I am starving!" Kyle exclaimed, he was planning on getting at least six tacos and some nachos and queso.

"Me too man, I am definitely getting a burrito, even if they got rid of my favorite flavor…" Stan grumbled, still butt hurt about them getting rid of their ancho-bbq flavor he had fallen for when he first had Qdoba. As they got to register Kyle turned around and pointed to Stan snickering.

"My boyfriend here will pay for it!" He said oh so sweetly looking to Stan who just blinked missing the obvious dig.

"Oh right!" He said as the cashier gushed about how cute it was. Stan fished out the money his father had given him earlier that day and paid for their meals. Kyle laughed as the walked to their table.

"Hey maybe this you being my boyfriend thing isn't so bad if you are going to be paying for my meals." Stan looked like a deer in the headlights as he realized finally what the cashier had been talking about. He turned bright read and Kyle just laughed harder. Stan couldn't help but notice Kyle's voice had gotten a bit deeper recently, it was still higher than Stan's but it was overly sweet like Butters and usually had a sarcastic edge to it. Stan shook himself from his thoughts as he noticed his friend still talking. "...double date with Kenny and Butters." Kyle was saying, Stan in an effort to look like he was paying attention just shook his head and agreed.

"Yea sure that sounds fun." He smiled at Kyle who arched his eyebrow and looked up from Stan's phone that he had been pretty much monopolizing since his had been broken.

"Ok i'll tell Butters we are in then." Kyle said typing away, Stan just then realized he had no idea what he had just agreed to. He sighed and then proceeded to devour his burrito as Kyle laughed at him taking small bites of his tacos.

At Kenny and Butters' place…

"Oh boy! Lookie Ken, Kyle said Stan and him are in for a double date!" Butters said bouncing on the couch staring at the screen of his cell phone as they watched some romantic comedy the smaller blond had been dying to see but now had spent more time texting Kyle about some fun double date he was trying to plan. Kenny was pretty sure Stan had agreed because he wasn't paying attention like usual. He shook his head, he wasn't going to complain. He was going to enjoy messing with his two favorite overly close friends. He smiled wickedly and Butters just looked at him curiously.

At Stan's house later that night…

Kyle was practicing making a barrier and having different objects thrown or swung at him. Stan was currently swatting at him with a broom. His barrier was certainly slowing down the objects but not stopping them. It was more like they were hitting water or a strong breeze pushing the opposite direction as opposed to the solid wall of force it should be. "This is harder than I thought" Kyle said frowning. The magic itself seemed fairly simple but the focus for it was harder than creating flame or moving an object for some reason.

"You'll get it eventually dude, not everything is going to come to you easily." Stan said holding the broom on his shoulder the way he usually does his sword.

"He's right Kyle, every mage has things they are better at and also things they are worse at. This may just be one of your weak areas, though it is far too early to tell." Sharon said resting in her bathrobe drinking some coffee, she still looked exhausted but maybe not as much as before. Just then the door opened and in wheeled grandpa Marsh. "Oh hey dad." She said as he closed the door.

"Hey there Shelly. What did I miss?" He said rolling across the floor slowly.

"It's Sharon dad, and not much." She said shaking her head at the old timer, she wasn't sure exactly how old he really was, and she wasn't sure anyone really did. But it was widely accepted he was easily the oldest hunter alive, possibly the oldest person alive. "Oh!" She said suddenly remembering something. "You're looking at South Park's new power couple!" pointing to the two boys who both froze and looked over at the old man who just pursed his lips together and squinted. He rolled up to Kyle slowly.

"Back in my day we wouldn't accept this sort of thing…" He started fishing in his pocket for something and pulled out some quarters. "But we live in a better time now, I love you both, here's some money." He put fifty cents in each of their hands and rolled away to the kitchen to talk to Randy. Both boys just stared at each other for a moment before bursting out laughing. Even Sharon was giggling from her seat.

"Well I guess we are about done then." Sharon said to the boys. Stan nodded and began walking away to put the broom back when he noticed Kyle heading for the stairs looking a bit disappointed in his progress. Stan could see he wasn't off his guard and suddenly had a crazy idea, he just hoped he wouldn't regret it later.

"Hey Kyle, think fast!" Stan said as he flicked his wrist towards Kyle fast as lightning, the other boy's head whipped towards Stan and both his hands went up in front of him as two shining silver objects flew at him in a blur. Both objects struck, but they didn't hit Kyle, they ricocheted violently off of an invisible field just short of Kyle's chest. They flew away with such force that both Stan and his mother dove for cover. One coin shot through the tv causing it to fizzle and spark and another broke several vases and a mirror on the mantle.

"The hell is going on in here?!" Randy yelled running out of the kitchen with a grumbling Marvin behind him. Everyone just stared at Kyle who stared back dumbfounded. He hadn't been able to reflect a single attack until that moment. Stan just laid on the ground hands over his head smiling wide.

"Told you." He said.

Authors Note - SO WOOO! Long chapter to reward my loyal readers who haven't given up on me!. I am back and typing this up on my tablet was amazing. I can focus so much better without all my games on my PC distracting me. So did ya miss me? REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! And like i said, those revisions are coming down the pipe, but first i want to get this story flowing again. So thought i'd start off with an extra long chapter. Oh and just as a little side note, my story now has more words than the first Harry Potter book. Feeling pretty proud of myself right now. Never had a story this long before.