I just want to apologize to everyone who has been following this story. I was really weighed down by my thesis and lost motivation to continue this at the time. I just want you to know more is to come, I promise. I will update way more regularly. Hopefully at least once a week from now on. Thank you. AGAIN DISCLAIMER...I don't own South Park or the characters.

"C-Craig?"

"What?"

"Where are GAH we g-going?"'

"To teach that fat prick a lesson." The rest of the trip was spent in silence. The whole day had been a shit show really. Neither wanted to voice what was on their mind, scared that their eyes would betray them and the tears fall down again.

The two pulled up to the Cartman residence. Craig with full intention of re-arranging Cartman's fat face, even if it meant doing so in front of his mother. He barely registered the ramblings of an exasperated Tweek behind him.

*knock* *knock*

"Coming!" a feminine voice sang out before opening the door, "Oh hello, are you here for Eric?"

"Yes, ma'am. We're friends of his." Craig replied threw grit teeth.

"Oh sure hun, He's up in his room. Why don't you come in and I'll bring him down?" Craig pulled Tweek into the living room. "Oh Poopsykins you have some friends here!" Mrs. Cartman yelled up the stairs.

"Tell Kyle I'm not ready yet!" Cartman shouted back while more grumbling was heard from him but neither Craig nor Tweek could make out what he had said.

A few minutes later Cartman bounded down the stairs obviously not paying much attention as he went, "Patience isn't a strong suit for you Jews, is it? Not like we're gonna be late Jew…Boy." Cartman faltered once he finally realized he was not talking to his Jewish friend.

"Date huh? Well you're going to have to cancel that one." Craig said menacingly.

"Uh…hey Craig…um no hard feelings right? I was just joking with you ya know?" He stammered while trying to retreat back to the stair case and away from the dark haired boy. Craig grabbed him and sent his fist flying at his face, "No! I told you what would happen if you fucked with us again!" He sent another fist flying before Tweek pulled him back and yelled at Cartman himself, "You stole from us! GAH do you realize that? Huh?! That was personal and you took our moment away! FUCK YOU!" Tweek threw a few quick jabs at Cartman's stomach before storming off toward the door.

After a moment Craig shook off his shock at Tweek's outburst and delivered one last blow to Cartman's nose, causing blood to drain out, and grabbed his shirt again to get into his face. "Don't fuck with us. Got it?! Good." Throwing him back down.

Craig joined Tweek outside to his truck, just as Kyle's hybrid pulled into the drive. Craig flipped him off before pulling out and leaving behind a confused Broflovski. When Craig pulls into his own driveway a few minutes later, he's only slightly surprised to see his dad waiting for him with his arms crossed over his chest. When the two got out of the truck his dad remained silent. Craig stood in front of him waiting for the judgement, the final blow, whatever it may be.

"Well you just going to stand there or explain yourself?" Thomas Tucker boomed while secretly thanking the fact that his son hadn't hit his growth spurt yet or else this would look far less intimidating.

"Dad, Cartman is an asshole! I needed to find him fast. He posted stuff about us all over the school twice today. He needed his ass kicked!" Craig tried to plead. Thomas faltered a bit, not expecting his answer, "What do you mean he posted stuff?" He was looking more angry than before.

Craig blushed and looked away, not able to meet his father's gaze, "Well…um just embarrassing stuff. Like personal couple stuff."

"Why because you're gay?"

"No, well maybe, I don't know! He's just an asshole."

Thomas turned around and headed for the door, "Dad where are you going?"

"To call Mrs. Cartman!"

Craig ran to put himself in front of his dad to block him from the door, "Dad don't. That will only make it worse. We took care of it. Right Tweek?"

"R-right!"

Thomas looked like he might argue but then he sighed and shook his head, "You better be sure. If anything like this happens again, I will be sure to take legal action. I don't care. He will be punished!"

Craig put his arm around Tweek's shoulders, "I'm sure Dad. We really fucked up his face."