Author's Notes: This is less of an albumfic, and more of a collectionoftheirsongs-fic. Obviously, it's gunna be longer than 18 chapters this time 'round – so much to write about and so much enjoyment I'm gunna get in writing another one of these Stan & Kyle stories. Anyway here we go, the sequel to TDDE and a whole new life for our two adorable characters...with the addition of two more.
Intro
16th June 2020
Narrator's POV
The Doctor in the Los Angeles International Hospital had seen some pretty wierd incidents occur in his 12 year career here, but none came close to what he saw in front of him at that very moment in time. And as the nurse carefully lifted and placed the second sleeping baby in its incubation capsule and sealed it up safely and warmly, he touched down on the dark plasma touch-screen next to the capsule and was stunned at what he saw. This baby, like the OTHER he had been watching over, had arrived on the same day, at the same time, at the same location, at the same wing and precisely in the same area next to the one another. Suddenly, the first baby started crying and it wasn't long before the second followed suit. They may have been asleep but they were showing signs of distress and uncomfort. Everything was fine with the capsule incubators – they were the best in the World. But the Doctor knew what the problem was, but he still couldn't believe if THAT WAS the solution.
"Nurse, where did you say these two had come from?"
The nearby nurse walked over and looked down at the two babies in crying distress. "Well, according to their files on the screens..." She tapped away at the touch-screens. "The one on the left." She pointed to the first baby – the baby with a small micro-collection of soft, fluffy black hair. "Was brought in from Florida's Tampa Bay Hospital. The mother of that baby unfortunately died during child-birth so we were told to bring the child here."
"Gender?"
"Ummmm...Male."
"Nationality?"
"American – Florida." The Nurse sounded confused as if the Doctor's questions were slightly odd.
"Date Of Birth?"
"29th May."
"I see." The Doctor rubbed the bottom of his chin in disbelief. "So what about this one then?" He turned their attention to the second baby – the baby lying asleep but crying as well in the capsule right next to the first one. This baby, meanwhile, had a small flick of fluffy strawberry-blonde red hair and had its body angled directly at the first baby. "Gender?"
"...Male."
"Nationality?"
"...Originally...British."
"British?"
"Yeh...the mother of this baby bizzarrely enough, also died during child-birth. Because of the UK NHS crisis currently occuring over there, this along with several other new-born babies had to be flown over safely to this country. It was either that, or leaving them there to die."
"And DOB?"
The nurse tapped one final button and froze in shock at what she saw flashing on the plasma screen. "29th May."
Now the doctor really was stunned. "I want to try something Nurse. Can you lift out the second baby whilst I lift out the first..."
"Doctor...you can't do..."
"Nurse – I think I have an idea on how we can stop this crying. You among many others know that this can go on for hours now and I don't want to wait to find out. Now if you can think of any other way to stop this crying, please feel free to respond." The Doctor was determined to see whether his strange theory would work.
"OK Doctor, where do you want us to place them?"
"In this double-base incubator. I know these are meant for twins, but I have an idea."
And with that, the two babies were carefully picked up and placed back in the shared capsule. And as soon as it was sealed shut and the babies were carefully hooked up gently and comfortably, just like that...they both stopped crying. It was as if...each other's presence...was what they were crying about – they wanted to be close.
"Impossible...but then that means...these children...it's as if they know they want to be together...like they're...like they're brothers. Even if they were born from different families and from different countries, they share the same birthday...and that funny enough...makes them close enough to be brothers that can't be split apart." He turned back – telling himself the final decision he was about to make...was INDEED, the right one. "Nurse...when these two are taken tomorrow, tell the adoption agency that these two can NEVER be split up. If they leave there as adopted children...then they will leave TOGETHER."
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, on a mild early June morning, the newly wed Stan & Kyle Marsh-Broflovski made their way through into the main area of the newly improved LAX Airport – each pushing a trolley full of luggage cases and bags. Stan, rubbing his eyes for about the umpteenth time this extended evening, followed his newly-wedded husband through the corridor and into the back section of the original check-in area – their honeymoon over and finally, they were back home, at last. Though the honeymoon was something Stan would never forget (for more reasons than one), he was never really fond of the idea of an EARLY morning flight. Now with his tini plasma ana-digi watch now shining the numbers 02:17, Stan was amazed at the fact that he was still awake. Though, how Kyle still had so much energy was beyond belief. All Stan wanted to do was get home and go to bed – that is, if his loving husband didn't have other ideas.
20 minutes later, after placing the baggage trolleys back into a small glass shelter storage in the midst of this complex quadruple-decker car park, Stan & Kyle had finished just about tightly squeezing every bag and case into the large trunk of this obviously new 2020-Elde Porsche 9-12. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Kyle opened one of the back-doors for Stan as he jumped into the dark leather interior of the car, followed immediately by an absolutely happy Kyle. Closing the door behind him, Kyle wrapped his arm around his lover and turned his attention to the driver. "Nice pick-up point smart-ass! Out of all the places in this car park, you really did have to pick this spot didn't you, huh Kenny?"
"Oh well SO-RRY! Hey, it's not my fault I had a problem trying to navigate my way through this fucking 4-floor labyrinth. Think yourself lucky I actually found a parking spot." He placed his hands off the steering wheel and turned his whole body around – leaning his left and right hands on the leather covering of the front seats. "Right, let's get the dirty business out of the way...how many times?"
"Kenny! I'm pretty sure that's none of your business."
Kenny tilted his head slightly and smiled. "Lemme guess, five?"
"HOW DARE YOU!" Kyle yelled. "I'd never make love to my adorable lil' Stan THAT MUCH, NO! It'd have to be over 10 before I'm satisfied."
"He ain't joking dude." Stan spoke – snuggling up closer to Kyle.
Kenny started to do the possible maths in his head – counting carefully on his fingers. "So if you're away for a fortnight..." Knowing Kyle's flirty and cheeky love-attitude, it didn't take Kenny long to figure out what the possible REAL figure was. "You really are one hell of a saucy guy!"
"Practice makes perfect..." Kyle replied with a proud and cheeky smile. "But then at the same time, you're one hell of a filthy-minded little boy if you care about how flirty we are."
"Why, thank you. I just wanna see you two happy that's all – knowing you two are enjoying yourself, makes me happy too."
"PLEASE – all you care about is how much sex we have!"
"NO I DON'T – though it is top of my list. And you're right at the #1 top spot Kyle, my friend."
"Just to let KENNY know..." Stan started poking Kyle on the side. "You weren't the only one who showed his flirty side."
"Jesus Christ, you haven't even been in my car for a minute yet and you're already enjoying talking about how much you fucked each other, jeez."
"Oh come on Kenny, you LOVE it...admit it."
Kenny looked around at the leather interior for a few seconds and then looked back – causing all three of them to laugh in on-time delight.
Kenny looked back at the floor and laughed. "Oh God! I bet'cha tried yer' luck in the fucking plane toilets too eh?"
"Well..." Stan & Kyle looked at one another as Kenny laughed under his breath once more. "We tried."
"Oh, you TRIED?"
"Well...52 inches by 60 inches isn't really enough room is it? I did make up for it when we actually got there, but still, 8 hours on a supreme business class flight...I thought I was gunna go mad..." Kyle winked. "Still, that's plenty of room just for the odd long kiss here and there."
"Kyle...a 'long kiss' could mean ANYTHING to me in YOUR terms..." Kenny turned back 'round as Stan & Kyle looked at one another - the angle of their eyebrows showing clear signs of how daft but indeed funny, they thought LA's superstar chef, the famously nicknamed 'Le Scruff', was.
"Kenny – I ain't some kind of sex-craving mad-man y'know. Though, I do like it...A LOT – but I'm not a chain-lover...much."
"Chain-lover? Now that's a new one..." Stan replied - knowing exactly what Kyle meant. Kyle had teased Stan long enough over the past two weeks, now it was Stan's turn to mess and play around with HIS head. "But don't yer' realise that's one of the MANY sexy things I find cute about you Kyle."
Kyle giggled and grabbed Stan again – hugging him in giddy happiness.
And as Kenny was stopped suddenly by Stan from saying another sex-related joke and pun, the blond-haired joker began to start the car up – pressing the touch-screen next to him as the car gently roared to a powerful start. Tiny pockets in the ceiling emitted a small unit of dim light for the whole car and Kenny immediately turned on the climate control – 24 Degrees and low level wind – just how they all liked it. "Alright, Mr. &...Mr. Marsh-Broflovski – would you care to choose a track from your's truly's vehicle playlist?"
"Ooooooo yes please, let's have OUR song on."
"Alright..." Kenny showed a wide smirk and giggled slightly as he coughed to clear his throat. "Music Player...ON...Select Playlist...Track 1...PLAY..." The media player panel pinged to confirm Kenny's voice and command. As Stan & Kyle looked at each other again and waited for those first few guitar string sounds, they were very surprised to hear another song start. Kyle looked as if he got the punchline but was still quite shocked.
"Oh come on Kenny...the fucking 'Barney' Theme Tune?"
"I thought you said you wanted YOUR song – well this is it...come on, I think it fits in quite well." Kenny closed his eyes and began to sing in a ridiculous manner. "I love you! You love me! We love having sex and kissing daily..." He laughed again. "COME ON, I'm only messin' with yer'...alright, alright...there you go." He quickly switched to the song they wanted and finally, the two could lay back against the leather knowing Kenny wouldn't be acting like the funny but silly comedian that he was, any more...well, for tonight at least.
"You know as soon as we get in, I'll be out like a light, Kyle."
Even though they still stared into each other's eyes, Stan's smile widened. He knew he couldn't read minds, but he was pretty sure what Kyle was thinking right now – 'DAM!'
Author's Comments: Yeh, that was a bit longer and...ummmmmm saucier for an Intro huh. Anyway, the same albumfic rules are going to apply in this story just as they did in TDDE. And before I forget...Kenny's gunna be one STRAIGHT, cheeky, comedic filthy-minded little boy too y'know – back to his old roots...just how we've always known him to be. ;)