"Kyle? Don't you have work?" Stan answered the door, rubbing his eyes as though he'd just woken from a nap.

"Y-yeah, well, no I-I guess, Cartman told me to go home." The red head looked down at his feet.

"What's wrong Ky?" Stan asked, his voice soaked in concern. Suddenly Kyle fell into his chest, gripping the dark haired man tightly as he sobbed. "Kyle? Hey what's wrong?"

"S-someone killed Kenny." Kyle stuttered between sobs. Stan rubbed small circles on his best friends back.

"That bastard." His gut lurched at the bad news. "Come inside, its cold out here, I'll make you some tea." Stan led the dishevelled red head to the couch. Kyle slumped down on the couch as Stan headed to his kitchen. Stan's son waddled out of his bedroom, sleepy eyed.

"Uncle Kyle!" He ran slowly over to the red head.

"Hey kiddo." Kyle smiled through his tears as the small boy opened his arms for a hug. Kyle lifted him into his lap and hugged the toddler tightly. "Is that a new Teddy bear?" He smiled down at the small boy. The child nodded and held it up for Kyle to see.

"Daddy bought it for me this morning." Kyle nodded, smiling gently.

"It's a nice bear."

"An expensive bear." Stan chuckled entering the room with a coffee cup in each hand. He handed the one with the tea bag to Kyle who took it shakily yet careful not to spill on the small child in his lap. The boy looked up into Kyle's red eyes then pushed the bear into his chest.

"Here Uncle Kyle, this will stop your tears." The small boy smiled with closed eyes. Kyle couldn't stop the soft smile that spread across his lips.

"Thanks Jay." He said, gently ruffling the Marsh boy's dark hair. Jay slid from the red heads lap, leaving the teddy bear behind, and then waddled to his room.

"I'm sure the cops will catch the bastard who killed him, Ky." Stan said, sipping the contents of his cup.

"That still won't matter, Kenny's gone." Kyle's voice quivered. Stan sighed, sitting next to his distraught best friend.

"Look, Kyle, nothing we do can bring him back." He clutched the frail man's shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to find him."

"I-I just wish we'd had more time, you know? We didn't even get all caught up on the years he was gone." Kyle stared at the coffee table with a blank expression.

"Back so soon McCormick?" Damien smirked as he greeted the blonde.

"Suck it Damien." The blonde glared as he walked past the devil spawn.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Damien spat at Kenny's coldness.

"I was just murdered by the fuck who took me hostage, that's what!" Kenny turned and yelled, furious with everything around him.

"Bowcott? I guess he wasn't as dead as we thought huh?" Damien's smirk returned. Kenny glared again then rolled his eyes, heading off to the quietest part of hell he could manage to find. Damien lingered not far behind, smirking still. "So McCormick, how do you plan on getting back to your lover?" Kenny stopped in his tracks.

"What do you mean? Ill just wait like always." He turned to the devil child.

"Ah, ah, ah." Damien's smirk became a malicious grin. "Kyle saw you die, you can't go back now."

"Kyle's seen me die numerous times dude, its never effected it before." Kenny rolled his eyes and continued walking away.

"That may be true but he's not the forgetful youth he once was." The blonde turned and walked back to Damien.

"What are you saying? That I can't go back?" He hissed. The raven haired anti-christ nodded, a horrendous smile polluted his lips. "Fuck you dude." Kenny glared then pushed by Damien, heading to Satan's home.

"Hello Kenny." The large red man greeted the immortal blonde wearing an apron and oven mitts.

"Hey Satan." Kenny sighed gloomily.

"What's wrong kid?" Satan's deep voice boomed.

"I-is it true I can't go back this time?" Kenny looked up into the devil's mournful eyes.

"I'm sorry Kenny, I wish there was something I could do." The timer in the kitchen began beeping. "looks like my cookies are done, would you like some?" He smiled, his eyes still mournful.

"Yeah, sure dude." Kenny attempted to smile back and followed the king of hell into the kitchen. "So there's absolutely no way back huh?" He sighed sitting at the large table.

"Well, its possible there is but I don't know how." Satan said, coming over to the table with a plate of fresh cookies. Kenny took one and bit into it, thinking of ways he could escape. Satan smiled at Kenny's thoughtful stare. "You're a smart kid, I'm sure you'll find a way, after all you have a lover to get back to." Kenny was pulled out of his thought induced trance.

"Huh? You knew about that?" His eyes widened at Satan.

"Sodomy is a sin Kenny, of course I knew." The large red man laughed as a faint blush burned the blonde's cheeks.

"Oh, right, I forgot." Kenny picked up another cookie. "Look dude, thanks for the cookies but I think I should go see if I can find a way back." Satan nodded.

"Good luck kid." He placed a large hand on Kenny's shoulder. "Here, take some for the road." He handed Kenny a bag of cookies. Kenny took the bag with an appreciative grin then left.