Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, I am only borrowing the characters to play with

Summary: People spend their lives searching for their elusive soul mate. They have yet to realise that a true soul mate, a love that truly spans time is a myth, a painful lie.

At least that's what Kyle Broflovski thought. Slash.

Author's Notes: This fanfic will be written as part of Nanowrimo 2015. It will be finished even if I don't finish Nanowrimo. It is plotted out.

It has not been beta'd, it is a first draft and should be read as such. If anyone is interested in beta'ing the fic please let me know.

Wish me luck! Feel free to join me, or add me on the nanowrimo website. My username is "hitthebooks".

I will be in New Zealand for the next week, so updates may be few and far between. But again, this will be finished, about halfway through now.

Please review and let me know what you think.


Kyle,

We are glad to hear that you have found an apartment in the city, and thank you for forwarding us Charlotte's recommendations before we had to ask, that was very productive of you. They seem like interesting boys, clearly they are doing well if they can afford their own Apartment.

Though you clearly have made up your mind to stay we will once again beg you to reconsider.

Otherwise we have been researching flights and we will try and visit during Ike's spring break. We will email you again once we have further information so you can arrange leave off work. We are looking forward to seeing you and meeting your housemates.

Much love,

Mom and Dad

Chapter Nine – Onslaught

That night Kyle dreamed of waves, of sand and of sun. He dreamed of beers on the beech with strangers who felt like friends. He dreamed of a letterman's jacket, his, thrown around a pretty blonde girl. Of a dark haired man in a leather jacket stealing his attention away from her.

He dreamed of stolen kisses and touches in back alley's, the smell of diesel fuel and burnt rubber. Of driving away, escaping from expectations, of laughter and then of falling. Of falling, crashing and burning.

He awoke with a gasp, his chest felt tight. Christophe was shushing him and telling him it was just a dream, a horrible dream. He pressed a gentle kiss into his lovers mouth.

'Christophe,' Kyle murmured, returning the kiss. 'It felt so real.'

'Tell me about it,' Christophe murmured.

'I was at the beach,' Kyle began, rubbing sleep from his eyes. 'It was spring break, my friends and I headed to the coast for the summer. The girl I liked, Mary, had finally said yes to going out with me. A few days into our vacation a dark figure in a leather jacket caught my attention, he was a New Yorker, a long way from home. His name was Christopher, we snuck off together, I fell for him. I fell for you. One afternoon we decided to run away together, we lost control of the car, we died.'

'Oh Kyle-'

'Did you dream it too?' Kyle whispered, his eyes wide with fear.

'Yes,' Christophe murmured, stroking Kyle's cheek. 'I've been having weird dreams like that for a while now.'

'Since we met?'

'Yes,' The Frenchman frowned. 'And you?'

'Same,' Kyle pressed a gentle kiss against Christophes mouth. 'I think they're memories.'

'Memories?' He asked, tucking one of Kyle's curls behind his ear.

'Yeah,' the red head began nervously. 'Like past lives? Emily mentioned in her reading that we knew each other in past lives? Maybe we've always been drawn to one another? Maybe we were supposed to find each other again after the war.'

'I don't like that,' Christophe whispered, his eyes darkened. 'I hate feeling that we're not in control of our own lives.'

'We are though,' Kyle pressed himself into the larger mans body. 'We could have chosen to walk away, to ignore this. I certainly was going to try and do that.'

'I never would have let you,' Kyle felt the larger man press a kiss into his curls. 'I didn't want to let you go.'

'But you could have,' Kyle continued, frustrated with the taller man. 'The point is you could have walked away, we both could have, but we didn't. We are in control, we made the choice to continue on this path.'

'I see what you're saying,' Christophe pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. 'This whole soul mate thing still makes me uncomfortable.'

'Do I make you uncomfortable?' the red head whispered, his voice trembled slightly.

'Of course not little one,' the Frenchman murmured into his soft curls. ' You complete me. Now go back to sleep.'

Kyle settled into living with Christophe and Gregory relatively quickly. On his daily runs he had familiarized himself with the locals, eventually he was able to smile and nod as he ran past. It was still relatively easy to get himself to and from work and the boys didn't mind the hours he kept. Then Christophe and Gregory had to leave for work, the Frenchman kissing Kyle and Gregory rolling his eyes, before they left the red head in the apartment by himself.

Kyle enjoyed the time he spent alone but when the boys returned a fortnight later he was glad for the company. When they walked through the door he greeted Christophe with kisses and drew Gregory into a hug. Once again they had a few weeks living together before the two men had to leave once more for work. Kyle missed them when they left and filled the time skyping with his friends and family overseas.

It was a Wednesday morning, Kyle had just finished his shift and had rang Stan for their weekly call.

'Stan,' Kyle laughed as his best friends familiar black mop appeared on his screen. 'How's the road trip going?'

'Hey dude,' Stan laughed, smiling at his friend. 'It's going great, give me a moment, I'll get everyone to join us.'

'Sure dude,' the red head smiled, he heard some shuffling in the background before Stan returned. Within five minutes Kenny, Cartman and Wendy had joined the chat.

'Hey man,' Kenny smiled at him. 'How are things going?'

'Not bad,' Kyle smiled. 'Tuesday nights are always a bit slow so work dragged on, but money is money right?'

'You'd know all about money Jew boy,' Cartman smirked. 'But you're looking good dude.'

'You really do Kyle,' Wendy piped in, he long bhlack hair was tied lossely behinf her head. 'You're practivally going.'

'Awww,' the red head flushed. 'You guys are so sweet.'

'Still enjoying the apartment?' Stan asked.

'Sure am dude,' Kyle smiled. 'Check out my bedroom guys.'

Kyle unplugged and carefully lifted his laptop before slowly walked his friends around his bedroom, showing them his bed and desk. He then opened up his walk in robe and let them have brief look inside, he then moved to the bathroom and showed them inside. He then walked back over to his desk, he placed the laptop down gently and plugged it back in.

'Pretty sweet hey?' Kyle grinned.

'What about the rest of the apartment?' Stan asked. 'Is it as shiny as your room.'

'It's awesome,' Kyle beamed. 'But I'm feeling lazy and that's effort. You'll just have to come and visit me here.'

'Easier said than done dude,' Kenny laughed.

'How are your housemates?' Wendy asked. 'You said you lived with an Englishman and a Frenchman?'

'Yes,' Kyle laughed. 'Christophe and Gregory. They're great fun, both away for work at the moment so it's just me here.'

'Is that fear I hear Jew boy?' Cartman smirked.

'Naah,' Kyle shook his head. 'Not the first time they've been away for work. That's why I got the apartment so easily, I'm pretty much a glorified house sitter.'

'It's still cool though right dude?' Stan asked. 'I mean if the rest of the place is as cool as your room-'

Kyle heard a strange dull thud coming from downstairs.

'-It must be a pretty sweet apartment.'

'Hang on guys,' Kyle murmured. 'I just heard a strange noise.'

'Wooooooo,' Cartman cackled making ghost noises. 'Spoooooky.'

Kyle heard the thud again.

'Shut up,' he hissed, unplugging his laptop and picking it up. He felt safer with his friends there, even if they were miles away. 'Be quiet and I'll show you the rest of the apartment.'

Kyle ignored his friends teasing whispered as he opened his bedroom door and walked through. He padded across the walkway and made his way down the spiral stairs. Kyle heard the thud again, but this time the front door shook. There was another thud then the front door flew open and five men in black bearing guns walked through.

'Get the red head,' One of them shouted. Kyle turned to run towards the stairs to the basement, he was too late. One of the men caught him by the collar of his pajamas, yanking him back and chocking him. His laptop slid out of his hands and skidded across the room, he could hear his friends screaming his name. One of the men walked over, picked up the laptop and slammed it closed. He then proceeded to break it in half over his knee. Kyle squirmed and wriggled himself, tearing the neck of his pajamas he broke free.

'Catch him,' The man shouted again. 'Don't let him get away!'

Two of the men tackled Kyle into the ground, he heard a crack as his hit the floor. One of the men yanked his head back and slammed his face into the wooden floorboards, he felt his nose crunch. The men dragged him to his feet, they held him either side. He could feel blood running down his face.

'Do you work for the Herring?' The man's face was covered with a black balaclava, his voice was rough like gravel crunching beneath someones feet.

'Wh-Who?' Kyle stuttered, this earned his a smack across the face.

'The Herring!' The man snarled, his eyes were a pale blue framed with dirty blonde eyebrows. 'Do you work for him?'

'I-I don't know who you're talking about,' Kyle gritted out.

'What about The Mole then?' The man continued, pacing in front of Kyle. 'Do you work for him?'

A memory flashed in the back of Kyle's mind from his childhood. Gregory had told them to seek The Mole to help them rescue Terrance and Phillip, Christophe was The Mole. Kyle forced his head to shake side to side.

'I-I-' Kyle's breathing quickened. 'I d-don't know who that is.'

'He's lying,' One of the men holding him growled.

'I will ask again nicely,' The man in front of Kyle snarled, removing a large knife from his belt. 'Otherwise we may have to try a different form of persuasion.' He stepped towards Kyle and held the knife against the red heads throat. 'One last time, do you work for The Herring or The Mole.'

'No,' Kyle chocked, tears had begun to escape his eyes and roll down his cheeks. 'Please, I don't know anything.'

'What a beautiful tattoo you have,' The blonde haired blue eyed man murmured. 'Such I shame I'll have to remove it.'

He grabbed Kyle's left wrist and yanked it towards him. He raised the blade to Kyle's forearm and pressed gently into the top of the red heads markings. Kyle screamed, yanking his arm away and hitting the man to his left in the nose.

'Grab him again,' The blue eyed man screamed.

Kyle's head was swimming, he looked down at his arm which now had blood running down from a new cut. Kyle twisted himself and kicked at the crotch of the other man holding him, he found his intended target easily and the man crumbled to the floor. Kyle bolted towards the hidden staircase and ran down the stairs as fast as he could. He opened the basement door and slammed it behind him. He could hear the men shouting behind him, preparing to follow. Kyle bolted to the vault, he sucked the blood off his thumb and pressed it against the pad.

It beeped red at him.

Kyle wiped his thumb on his shirt and tried again. He heard the familiar groan as the brickwork opened in front of him, as soon as the space was large enough he squeezed through and dashed towards the safe room. He flung open the door, ran inside and slammed it shut, he locked it behind him. The room lit up, there was security camera footage showing the men running through the door into the basement garage. Kyle noticed there was a phone, he picked it up and dialed the Emergency line.

'Emergency Services, how may I direct your call?'

'H-Hello?' Kyle panted. 'M-my name is Kyle Broflovski, I've locked myself in a panic room, there are men with guns, they're-they're-'

'Kyle,' The voice was calm. 'Can you give me your location?' Kyle rattled off his location. 'I'm dispatching Emergency Services your way. Now Kyle. do you know how many men there are?'

'Five,' Kyle murmured. 'I counted five.'

'You'll be safe soon Kyle,' The dispatcher continued. 'I can see they're making their way to your location now. Can you give me a description of any of them?'

'One, the leader I think,' Kyle panted, he could hear faint sirens in the background. 'Was tall, had blonde hair and blue eyes. He cut me with a knife.'

'How badly are you injured Kyle?'

'I-I don't know,' Kyle sobbed. 'Not badly I think.' An explosion shook the room. 'What was that?'

'Calm down sir,' the dispatcher soothed.. 'They're almost at your location.'

Kyle checked the security footage, the men had blown a hole in the garage wall clearly trying to escape before the police arrived. As the sirens grew louder Kyle dropped the phone and unlocked the panic room door. He opened the door to the vault and walked through slowly, making sure it closed behind him. As he staggered through the smoke to the rubble he could see bright red and blue flashing lights, he ran towards them waving. He fell to the ground with a groan, as he lay there he watched a paramedic rush over to him and signal his colleagues.

'Everything will be alright,' the paramedic sounded blurry. 'We'll look after you.'

Kyle managed to force a smile before his world went dark.

Dear Wendy,

I am sorry to disappoint you Wendy, but as I have said repeatedly unlike Stan I don't believe that the sun shines out of your ass. I really can't be sorry for that. But I am sorry I haven't written to you yet, I am such a bad friend. I miss you all heaps, even Cartman, it's the only downside of being here.

And I know it's not the same. If I went to Stanford it was just a short car ride to see you, much easier than a plane ride. When you were broken up with Stan you really were one of my best friends. You're definitely my closest.

The Stan thing, I honestly think it was a good idea, even though Stan would certainly disagree with me. I think the two of you need to get out there, see the world, fall out of love with one another. Maybe in a few years you'll get back together again. Or maybe you'll finally hook up with Cartman, don't make that face I know you've thought about it. Or maybe you'll find someone new, someone who deserves you.

I'm not sure I want Token to forgive me, I think things would be easier for both of us if he decided to hate me forever. I met someone Wendy, he is amazing. He makes me laugh, he makes me forget who I was and makes me want to learn more about myself. He's so handsome, I'll try and convince him to take a selfie with me and I'll send it to you, you wouldn't believe he was with me otherwise. It's still only new but I think he may be the one, and that thought scares the hell out of me. But it also fills me with a sense of completion.

Much love,

Kyle

Kyle awoke to the steady sounds of beeps and the smell of antiseptic, he chocked back a small moan. He absolutely loathed hospitals and spent far too much time in them as a child, he shouldn't have to spend more time as an adult. He felt someone grab his right hand, he looked up to see a dark shape.

'Ch-Chris-tophe?' He murmured, squinting to try and make the person clearer.

'Shh Kyle,' A familiar voice soothed. 'Go back to sleep.'

'Kay,' He whispered before letting darkness overtake him once more.

The second time he awoke his eyes snapped open and he quickly surveyed the room. He was in an empty white room, there were two dull green plastic couches against one wall. The TV screen above his bed was turned on and facing them, Kyle fumbled by the side of his bed until he found a large box and looked over it, it appeared to be the call nurse button, he pressed it. A few minutes later a young woman dressed in a pale purple nurses uniform walked through the door. She placed a tall glass of water on the table next to him and raised him into a sitting position.

'Ahh Mr Broflovski,' She walked down to the end of his bed, she read something at the end of his bed. 'Welcome back to the land of the living, your boyfriend should be back soon.'

'How-How long have I been out for?' Kyle asked, a small smile forced upon his lips. 'Please?'

'About three days,' The nurse smiled back at him. 'You were knocked around quite bit. A broken nose, a fractured skull, fractured cheekbone, several cracked ribs and quite a nasty cut on the inside of your left arm which appears to be healing rather quickly.'

'That's good,' Kyle lowered his eyes, he had no idea what to say. 'Thanks.'

'Your welcome,' She turned to leave. 'Please drink that water before you lay back down okay?'

'Sure,' he nodded in agreement.

He grabbed the glass off the table and raised it to his lips. He took a tentative sip and swallowed the cool liquid, it felt fantastic. He heard a knock at the door.

'Come in,' the red head croaked, his stomach sinking when he saw who walked through the door.

'The nurse said you had woken up,' Token's smile was small and forced. How are you feeling?'

'Fine,' Kyle flushed red. 'What are you doing here?'

'Wendy called me and begged me to come,' Token dragged one of the ugly chairs next to the bed and sat down. 'Apparently they were skyping with you during the attack, as soon as call ended she called me, begged me to come so they wouldn't call your parents.'

'My parents don't know?'

'Not yet,' Token tentatively grabbed Kyle's hand. 'Do you want me to tell them?'

'Please don't,' Kyle begged. 'They can't know.' He bit his lip before proceeding. 'Have my housemates been by at all?'

'I didn't have their names or contact numbers,' Token frowned. 'And no one can get into the apartment to find anything.'

'What?' Kyle raised an eyebrow, wincing slightly at the pain. 'My keys?'

'You didn't have them on you,' Token looked at him. 'The police will want to question you when you they find out you're awake. Seriously Kyle, what did you get yourself involved in?'

'Nothing,' Kyle flushed red yanking his hand away. 'I keep out of their business and look after the place while they're away.'

'Kyle,' Token's tone turned serious. 'You need-'

'Kyle,' Christophe bolted through the door, brushed past Token and kissed him. 'I am so sorry.'

Gregory sauntered in behind him and closed the door. He looked at Token, raised both his eyebrows and shook his head. He then waved at Kyle before taking the other uncomfortable looking chair.

'We got here as quickly as we could,' Christophe continued before gently kissing him again, his frustration made his French accent stronger. 'But I knew, as soon as they hurt you I knew.'

'What?' Kyle asked. 'How.'

'They hurt me too,' Christophe murmured showing Kyle his right arm, it was bandaged in the same spot his was. 'It appeared on my arm and I knew you were in trouble. We postponed-'

'Christophe,' Gregory snapped. 'We have company.' The tall Frenchman turned around and locked eyes with Token.

'Who are you?' Christophe growled, he had a good three inches on the other man and he used them well.

'My name is Token Black,' He offered his hand out to the french man. 'I am a friend of Kyle's.'

'Token?' Christophe grabbed Token's hand and roughly shook it. 'Kyle told me about you, said you were a decent guy. I thought you were angry at him though, why are you here?'

'I was Skyping with some friends when I was attacked,' Kyle interrupted the posturing. 'My friend Wendy called him and asked him to come and make sure I was okay.'

'I see,' The Frenchman looked as though he didn't. 'Where are you staying.'

'No where,' Token smirked. 'I've been at Kyle's side since I've got here.'

'We'll get you a room at the hotel round the corner,' Gregory piped up. 'As a thank you for looking after him. It'll give you a chance to shower and have a rest in a proper bed.'

'I don't need your charity,' Token frowned. 'I have money of my own-'

'Which you used to get here,' the blonde Brit continued. 'It's not really charity, our friend owns the place and is giving us a discounted rate to stay there while the building is being knocked down-'

'Knocked down?' Kyle squeaked. 'But what-'

'We'll let you know later,' Gregory smiled at him. 'Now come on,' he paused. 'Token? Lets go check ourselves in. You'll have another opportunity to see Kyle again soon I promise.'

Kyle watched Gregory led a reluctant Token towards the door, before leaving the darker man turned to Kyle. Token gave him a small wave and a smile which Kyle returned gladly, he then turned and followed Gregory from the room leaving him with Christophe. The Frenchman took the seat that Token was previously occupying and grasped Kyle's hand.

'Are you okay?' He asked. 'Truly.'

'I am okay as can be expected,' Kyle smiled at him, his face ached. 'I'm sorry you had to come back early.'

'No Kyle,' Christophe murmured, raising a hand to stroke his face. 'Never apologize for what isn't your fault, there's no where else I'd rather be at this moment.'

'What about-'

'Don't worry yourself Kyle,' The Frenchman raised himself to press a gentle kiss into his forehead. 'Just get better, we'll talk about everything later.'

'Okay,' The red head smiled. 'I'm just-'

There was a knock on the door, both men turned to face it.

'Excuse me sir,' The nurse called. 'Visiting hours are about to end. You can either stay out on the couch or comeback tomorrow morning at seven.'

'Kyle,' Christophe squeezed his hand before standing. 'I will be here first thing in the morning.'

'I love you,' Kyle called out to the retreating back.

'Love you too,' Christophe returned.

And then he was gone. Kyle closed his eyes and decided to let his tired bones rest. Things would get better in the morning, after all they couldn't get any worse.


Poor Kyle, Drama drama!

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