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.

I have finished Nanowrimo and have written about 15 chapters, now I have regular internet will update what has been completed over the next few days. Updates after that will be slower, but this will be done.

Please review and let me know what you think.


Wendy,

Apologies for the delayed response, I haven't had access to my emails for the last few days. Though I am sure you have already heard from Token what has been happening, I have been in hospital recovering from the attack. I am being discharged this morning and I will be returning home soon. I am so over being in the hospital, it's so boring.

Thank you for sending Token to come and check on me. You don't know how welcome a familiar face while I was in hospital. Things didn't end positively between Token and I, but I do feel we reached an understanding and are currently on the same page. Hopefully in time Token and I can go back to being friends again.

I do hope you find the time to come and visit sooner rather than later, but please don't feel pressured.

I'll write to you again, sooner rather than later.

Miss you,

Kyle

Chapter Eleven - Family

Kyle dreamed of fire and of water, of earth and of wind, he could feel magic running through his veins. As a druid he needed to hold complete control over the elements and practice made perfect. The masters were preparing for War, the Romans were coming, and he needed to be battle ready. He heard the sharp rushing sound of an arrow fly past his ear, it was too late, they were here.

'Positions!' His master shouted raising his staff high.

Kyle rushed to the edge of the forest and started to chant with the rest of the Druids. As their chat grew louder their spell grew stronger, making their warriors stronger. He could see the Romans entering the clearing, shielded and strong, they were better trained and better armed. Kyle watched as their strongest warriors fell to the Roman's swords and greater strength,

Kyle cried out as his father was slain, breaking the spell, all was lost. The Centurion forces easily captured the remaining Druids, his master fought and died valiantly, trying to protect him. The Roman forces dragged them into a small clearing and bound their hands behind their backs, they would be unable to practice, unable to escape.

That evening Kyle chanted with the other druids, singing of a brighter time and for another clan to rescue them, no one came.

'Silentium!' One of the Centurion shouted.

Other Centurions untied some of the Druids and dragged them into the bushes. Their screams echoed through the forest. Kyle noticed a Centurion looking at him, he crouched his body, trying to make himself as small as possible. The Centurion was tall, he had dark brown hair with matching eyes. He was quite handsome, he made Kyle feel strange.

'Shhh,' The Centurion hushed Kyle. 'Et flamma non ardebit te.'

Kyle shook his head, he didn't understand. The Centrurion slowly moved towards him, both his hands were open and facing Kyle, he wasn't carrying a weapon. Kyle uncurled himself and moved as close to the other man as he was able.

'Quod tibi nomen est?' The Centurion asked, he pointed at himself. 'Christophorus.' He tapped his chest again. 'Christophorus.'

'Caol,' Kyle responded, his heart fluttered as the Centurion's handsome face split into a grin. 'Caol...'

Kyle flinched as the Centurion reached out to touch him, the other man looked hurt. Kyle locked eyes with him and nodded, he jutted his chin out. The Centurion reached out and touched the side of his face, his large hand cupped the red heads chin. Kyle let out a small gasp at the shivers that ran down his spine.

'Please,' Kyle begged, wriggling his trapped hands. 'Release my hands please.'

The Centurion nodded and then gently turned Kyle around, witch quick movements and gentle strokes his hands were free. He whipped around to strike the Centurion across the face, but the larger man caught his wrist with his right hand. Kyle gasped as his wrist itched, he watched as black marking spiraled across his left wrist. The Centurion held his right wrist up to Kyle's left, the red heads heart leaped, their markings matched.

'Christophorus,' Kyle whispered, his eyes wide with wonder.

'Caol,' The Centurion cupped the red heads face with his hands. 'Caol.'

'Kyle,' his voice turned soft, feminine. 'Kyle, it's time to wake up.' Kyle opened his eyes, a nurse was standing over him. 'It's time for you to get up and eat something, we'll discharge you in a few hours.'

'Thanks,' Kyle forced a smile, he was already missing his Centurion. 'What's on the menu today?'

'Porridge,' The nurse smiled, placing the food on Kyle's side table. 'Tinned fruits, yoghurt and some orange juice. The finest quality hospital food.' She forced Kyle to sit up and then wheeled the table over to him. 'Now eat.'

Kyle quickly finished off his breakfast, when his appetite had finally returned it did so with a vengeance. When Christophe came to pick him up he would be demanding bad Chinese food, something to remind him of City Wok at home. The thought bought a wide grin to his face.

'Enjoying yourself are we?' the nurse grinned. 'It's rare to see someone consume our food with such vigor.'

'Looking forward to escaping my cell,' Kyle chortled at her. 'Need to keep up my energy.'

'Right you are,' the nurse laughed with him. 'All done?' Kyle nodded. 'Let me just clean this up for you, the doctor will be in shortly to see you before discharging you.'

Kyle turned on his television, the images and the noise distracted him. He sent Charlotte and Emily texts to let them know he was being discharged and to stop worrying about him. His skin was itching, he just wanted to leave his four white walls and ugly green couches. After what seemed like an age Christophe and Gregory stumbled through the door, they were followed shortly by his attending, Doctor Roth.

'Mr Broflovski,' his voice boomed as he walked through the door. 'How are we feeling today? Exciting about leaving?'

'I'm feeling great,' Kyle smiled. 'Looking forward to leaving.'

'Excellent,' Doctor Roth beamed at his patient. 'Now there's not much to go over with you, just don't exert yourself too much over the next week and no heavy lifting for the next month. Other than that we can let you leave now.'

'That's it?' the red head raised an eyebrow. 'You can discharge me now?'

'Yes,' The doctor chortled. 'I'll start the paperwork now, just get dressed and you and your friends can meet me at the clerks station for this ward.'

'Thanks,' Kyle beamed, he threw off his blankets and stood up. 'You guys bought me a change of clothes right?'

'Of course,' Christophe smirked, he threw a small backpack at Kyle. 'Here, catch'

'Hey!' Kyle mocked. 'I'm supposed to be taking it easy.'

'I'll be outside,' Gregory rolled his eyes and left the room. 'You have five minutes before I charge in there with a camera.'

Kyle laughed as the blonde boy shut the door behind him. He quickly shed his hospital gown and changed into the clean clothes Christophe had bought him, a simple pair of blue jeans and an old Batman t-shirt. After he was fully dressed he took one last look at his white walled prison and walked right out the door, happy to finally escape.

The new apartment was absolutely stunning, on the bank of the Thames with beautiful views of the city. When Kyle walked through the front door he was greeted by a long hallway with a staircase, to the right was a large living and dining space with excellent views of the city. Towards the back of the apartment there was a large recently refurbished kitchen, leading from the kitchen was a small alcove. There was a laundry and a bathroom tucked under the staircase. Upstairs there were four large bedrooms, each with their own bathroom and walk in robe.

When Kyle opened his bedroom door he was relieved, it was identical to his last one. He flopped down on the twin bed and inhaled, he revealed in the familiar scent of his bed. He rolled over and looked at the desk, there was a shiny new laptop with a blue ribbon around it. Kyle got up and walked over to the laptop, beneath the ribbon was a card.

Kyle,

I know how picky you were about your laptop, I hope this helps.

Good luck and best wishes for the future.

Token

Kyle smiled as he read the note from his ex boyfriend. He missed Token, he would always miss him. He was the one person in South Park who had ever listened to Kyle, he really knew the red head. They would always be good friends even if they weren't boyfriends any longer.

'Kyle,' Christophe's familiar voice followed a gentle knock. 'Can I come in?'

'Sure,' Kyle walked over to the door and let the brunette in. 'What's up?'

The red heads heart began to flutter as the brunette wrapped his arms around him. Kyle titled his head upwards and captured the taller mans lips with his own. After a heated kiss, they broke apart.

'I have missed you,' Christophe murmured, he gently stroked Kyle's cheek. 'So much.'

'You've seen me everyday since you got back,' the red head blushed.

'That hasn't stopped me from wanting you to be here,' Christophe continued, gently kissing Kyle's forehead. 'Wanting you home with me.'

'I missed you too,' Kyle smiled gently he reached up to stroke the taller mans cheek. 'I am so glad to be home.'

'Gregory needs you to head downstairs,' Christophe mumbled resting his forehead against the smaller mans. 'He needs to re-key the system to you again.'

'Hmmmn,' Kyle hummed in agreement. 'I should go and do that now. The fact I could get into the vault probably saved my life.'

'We watched the footage,' Christophe sighed gently. 'You were so brave little one, and so smart. You will never need to go through that again.'

'Can I see it?' his emerald green eyes met the brunettes brown ones. 'Not now, but sometime in the future.'

'You'll have to ask Gregory,' the brunette smiled. 'But I don't see why not.'

'I should head down there,' Kyle murmured, kissing the Frenchman gently. 'You know...' He kissed him again. 'Gregory...'

'Shhh,' Christophe lead the shorter man to the bed. 'Gregory can wait.'

'Yes,' Kyle moaned as Christophe pressed a kiss to his neck. 'Gregory can wait.'

'So glad I had the apartment soundproofed,' Gregory muttered as his housemates sauntered down the stairs. 'Took you long enough.'

'You're just jealous,' Christophe smirked.

'Not really,' Gregory teased back. 'Pretty sure I could easily find someone to jump my bones.'

'Maybe,' Christophe chuckled. 'If they could put up with the rest of you that is.'

'Oh ha ha,' Gregory threw one of the couch cushins at his housemates. 'How are you feeling Kyle?'

'Really good,' Kyle flushed. 'My ribs are still a little sore-'

'Understandable,' Gregory smiled. 'Are you feeling well enough to see our new set up?' Kyle nodded. 'Follow me. Christophe fix the couch.'

Kyle followed the blonde Brit from the room, laughing at his boyfriends scowl. Gregory lead him to a door at the bottom of the stairs. He opened it and gestured for the red head to walk through.

'This is a little bit horror film,' Kyle chuckled nervously.

'Just head on down,' Gregory grinned. 'It's perfectly safe, I swear.' Kyle rolled his eyes and then headed down the staircase, at the bottom was a small room. Kyle did a quick look around there was another door, it was half hidden next to the main entrance. 'Head on through the door, I'm right behind you.'

Kyle opened the door which swung open to a massive garage, similar to the one they had at the previous apartment. Directly to Kyle's right was another door, there was a thumbprint scanner attached.

'Give me a sec,' Gregory stepped from behind him and pressed his thumb to the scanner, it flashed green and the door opened. 'As you can see it's very similar to the last vault, I've only made it easier to get into it.'

'That's a relief,' Kyle smiled. 'Not going to lie, it felt like an age waiting for the door to open.'

They both stepped inside the vault, it was set identically to the previous vault. Weapons on one side, files on the other, the panic room wedged in tightly at the back. It was nice and simple.

'The panic room has been set up the same as the last one,' Gregory motioned towards the referenced room. 'You're familiar with the drill, let me just bring up your info, then we'll scan both of your thumbprints into the system. Please place your thumb onto the scanner.' Kyle did as he was told. 'Excellent. The new scanners are more sensitive than the last ones as well, they'll be able to read your prints through some liquids. Now the other one please.'

'That's good,' Kyle placed his other thumb on the scanner.

'We try and update our system every few years,' Gregory smiled. 'And we're done, lets head back up. If nothing else the break in did assist with seeing what areas need to be secured.

'Hmmmn...' Kyle followed the blonde Brit upstairs. 'I see...'

'We don't have to talk about it if you don't want,' Kyle could hear the concern in the taller mans voice. 'I wouldn't want you feeling uncomfortable-'

'It's fine,' Kyle forced a smile. 'I'm just tired, it's been a long day.'

'A long day of spending time in bed with our housemate?' Gregory smirked. 'Do you want to know what else we have improved?'

'There's more,' the red head flushed. 'Sure.'

'The Entrance to the building and our apartment have both been reinforced,' Gregory lead Kyle up the stairs and into the living room. 'The only way through is via a heavy machine or explosives. We've set your laptop up to be able to view the Security footage in the front hall, living room and kitchen, so you wont need to leave to check if someone has broken in.'

'Though you'd probably hear it rather than see it,' Christophe interjected. 'It took a tank to knock down the test door.'

'Wow,' the red heads eyes were wide. 'That's a little too much security right?'

'Not at all,' Gregory smiled. 'The bedroom doors will all need brute force to get through and there's an escape hatch in all the bedrooms which lead to the garage.'

'Yep,' Christophe chuckled. 'Definitely too much.'

'Look,' the blonde Brit scowled. 'It may seem like a lot, but I never want someone else breaking into our apartment and blowing up the place.'

'We don't want that either Gregory,' Kyle soothed, patting his housemate on the back. 'Especially not me.'

'I just don't want you getting hurt again,' Gregory sighed, he sunk down onto a couch. 'We never really told you what happened to us. One moment we were doing basic recon, the next Christophe's marking had been slashed open and he was badly bleeding. It was easy enough to realise what had happened.

'Yes our apartment has been broken into before but no one has gotten hurt before. It scared the hell out of me, you being hurt was driving Tophe insane. We knew we had to get home and make sure you were okay.

'Thank god you had the sense to head for the panic room and call the Police. What would have happened if they didn't know you were there, or worse, caught you while you were sleeping? I would have never forgiven myself and neither would have Tophe.'

'I get it,' Kyle sat down beside the taller man. 'I really do. But growing up in South Park you learn to live moment to moment, you can't let what happened in the past effect you. I have been through some crazy shit, I haven't even begun to tell you half of it. Yes being attacked was stressful, next time though, we will all be prepared.'

'Thanks Kyle,' Gregory smiled.

'Anytime dude.'

Kyle,

What do you mean you're in the hospital? You call me at once.

Mom

Kyle,

It's been several days and I still haven't heard from you.

Call me now.

Mom

Kyle,

If you don't call me within the next forty-eight hours you will be in serious trouble young man.

I will drag you home kicking and screaming.

Call me,

Mom

Kyle saw the emails from his mother and blinked. He blinked and gulped. He blinked and gulped and bought Skype up on his laptop. He blinked and gulped and bought Skype on his laptop and called home. He blinked and gulped and bought Skype on his laptop and called home and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

'Yello?' Ike answered.

'Hi Ike.'

'Holy shit dude,' Ike gasped. 'You okay? Mom has been shitting herself for the past week.'

'Yeah dude,' Kyle forced a smile. 'I saw that. I'm fine by the way. Can you go and get Mom?'

'Sure,' Ike nodded before running out of his room and thumping down the stairs. Five minutes later Sheila Broflovski entered her adopted son's bedroom and glared daggers at her eldest child.

'Hi Mom,' Kyle squeaked.

'Why didn't you call me sooner young man?' Sheila shrieked. 'I was so worried! Your father was worried! We almost flew to London.'

'Sorry Mom,' Kyle winced, he ran a hand through his red curls. 'I didn't have internet access-'

'You were able to send us an email!' Sheila continued to rage. 'To tell us you were in the hospital.'

'That wasn't me Mom,' Kyle fumbled. 'That was one of my housemates.'

'So you didn't even tell us that you were injured?'

'I didn't want you to worry,' Kyle pleaded, he was so close to banging his head on the desk in front of him. 'I know how you overreact-'

'Overreact?' Sheila squawked. 'I never overreact!'

'Canadian War Mom,' Kyle looked at her.

'You always throw that it my face,' his mother huffed. 'That wasn't my fault Kyle, it just went out of control.'

'Sure Mom,' Kyle sighed. 'But I'm fine now, a bit stiff but I am okay.'

'That's good to hear Kyle,' Sheila smiled. 'Now, we need to talk about our visit.'

'Visit?' Kyle raised an eyebrow. 'When was this decided?'

'I've mentioned it several times in my emails,' Sheila raised her brow back. 'Do you read my emails Kyle?'

'Of course I do,' Kyle frowned. 'I remember you saying you'd try to make it-'

'And now we will be coming,' Sheila bristled. 'Though we were initially planning spring, we've decided since you've been in hospital sooner rather than later yes?'

'Sounds fine Mom,' Kyle forced a smile. 'Do you know the dates yet?'

'We're thinking Mid October,' Sheila smiled. 'We have a travel agent scouting flights at the moment. Now we'll be staying with you of course-'

'Mom,' Kyle hissed. 'It's not my apartment, I'd have to ask Christophe and Gregory to make sure it's okay.'

'I'm sure it will be fine-'

'Are you sure you don't want to stay in a hotel?' Kyle insisted. 'It would be comfier than staying in our apartment.'

'Nonsense Kyle,' his mother continued, ignoring him completely. 'You said they had plenty of room-'

'For three people.'

'They have a guest room yes?' She questioned.

'Yes.'

'Your father and I will sleep there,' She began, gesturing wildly. 'You and Ike can share.'

'Okay Mom,' Kyle groaned, rubbing his hands against his forehead. 'I'll check with my housemates and make sure it's okay.'

'It will be,' his mother said firmly. 'If they are nice and respectable it will be fine.'

'Out of the question,' Gregory snapped. 'Your mother is insane.'

'Hey!' Kyle exclaimed. 'She's not that bad-'

'You don't really say nice things about her Kyle,' Christophe murmured, stroking his boyfriends waist.

'I am not my mothers greatest fan,' Kyle began, he bit his bottom lip. 'She can be irrational, but she always means well. She'll take it personally if you don't let her stay.'

'Fine,' Gregory gritted out between bared teeth. 'I've already vetted your family and there were no red flags, well apart from your mother-'

'Thanks,' the red head beamed.

'A few ground rules though,' Gregory began, rubbing his forehead with his left hand. 'As all our standard facilities are upstairs they will not be allowed into the Garage, I'll place a couple of boxes of junk down in the room at the bottom of the stairs, just encase someone tries to snoop.'

'Which my mother will,' Kyle sighed. 'But never thoroughly, if you want to hide something make it obvious. She very much believes in what she can easily see and touch.'

'Tophe and my own rooms will remain locked,' Gregory scowled. 'She will not be going through my things.'

'That's fine,' Kyle shrugged. 'She'll go through mine though.'

'Anything you're worried about?' Christophe questioned.

'Naah,' Kyle smirked. 'I've already had the safe sex talk, she'd be worried if she didn't find condoms and lube in my room.'

'Right,' Gregory coughed, his face was slowly turning red. 'We leave case files in our rooms Christophe, not lying around the living room.'

'Fine,' the Frenchman chuckled. 'What will our jobs be this time?'

'I'm old money,' Gregory smirked. 'I'll be studying part time at University. Give's me an excuse to laze around the house and do nothing.'

'So pretty much what you do now?' Kyle asked innocently.

'Christophe can do whatever he wants,' Gregory sighed. 'Go work at the pub with Kyle.'

'Wait,' Kyle began, his voice trembling. 'But-'

'That's an excellent idea,' Christophe smirked. 'I can keep an eye on you, it gives us a plausible reason to know each other, we can both be renting from Gregory, and Charlotte owes me a favor.'

'Fine,' Kyle huffed. 'Just while my parents are visiting right?'

'Just until they leave little one,' Christophe placed a kiss on the shorter mans forehead. 'Just until they leave.'


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