Title: Craig's Big Halloween Adventure Totally Sucks.

Author: Mrpointyhorns aka Blemery

Rating: R

Status: WIP

Part: 2/6

Pairings: Slash

Warnings: Slash, Murder, Blood, sexually scenes, character death (kinda?)

Spoilers: Peruvian Flute Bands

Summary: Craig's throwing a Halloween Party. Cartman is not invited. So starts Craig's big Halloween Adventure and it really sucks

Beta: Marlin and Don helped with my crazy world.

A/N: This is a spin off of "Stop the World." The first doesn't have to be read to understand this story, but it does give Craig an even bigger reason to hate Cartman

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by someone else. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 2

Craig could feel Tweek worrying next to him even as Craig tried desperately to stay asleep or fall asleep or something. Tweek was worried when they laid down to go to sleep. Craig had fallen asleep, but it didn't feel but a minute after that he was awake and aware that Tweek was still worrying. Usually, Tweek was very relaxed when he stayed overnight. The few months when Tweek's parents didn't think it was okay for Tweek to sleepover at his boyfriend's house Tweek had been run ragged and passed out several times in public places before his parents decided it was just safer to let Tweek stay at Craig's every few days. That was almost two years ago after the novelty ice cream incident. Tonight, however, it seemed that Tweek wasn't drawing any conform from Craig. "Stop worrying Tweek," Craig finally said. He hated knowing that Tweek was lying awake worrying and it was making it difficult for him to sleep so it was best if he stopped pretending. He knew he wasn't going to get much more sleep if he didn't try to do something. Craig wrapped a lazy arm around Tweek's shoulders and he threw his leg over Tweek's own. He hooked his knee around Tweek's thigh and he pressed his cold bare feet to Tweek's calf. Normally, Tweek didn't like Craig's cold feet touching him, however that night it must have worked. Craig was soon back asleep and he didn't wake up until the next morning. He could tell that Tweek must have been able to stop worrying because he didn't look tired or ragged. He looked fairly well rested.

Craig rolled out of bed and went to get ready for school. Tweek did his own thing to get ready, and eventually they were both dropped off at school by Craig's mother. Craig led the way into the school. He yawned since it was still early and Tweek drank a cup of coffee. He noticed Tweek fidgeting next to him as they reached their lockers. Tweek started to look up and down the hall. Craig glanced at Tweek curious as to what he was up to. He wasn't looking out for Cartman because he didn't seem afraid like he normally would.

"Craig!" Tweek nearly shouted before turning to him. "I uh…need to talk to Kyle. He you know he's smart and does homework and I need to talk to him. He's right there. I'll be right back okay." He leaned over and kissed Craig and then bolted down the hall.

Craig narrowed his eyes and watched him bound down the hall. He wasn't stupid. Yeah, Kyle doing homework was a pretty good excuse to talk to him. He was probably the biggest egghead at school, and he was cool enough not to worry about giving out answer to people who needed them. But Craig knew that Tweek wouldn't normally seek Kyle out for help, because Token was smart too and he helped Tweek and Craig out whenever they needed it. No, if Tweek needed Kyle's help it was because there was a problem and Craig knew this problem had everything to do with Cartman. Craig was a little proud that Tweek was trying to solve the problem on his own and trying to overcome his fear of Cartman. However, to Craig any problem Cartman caused would always be too big and dangerous for Tweek or anyone really to take care of on their own. Craig knew he had some measure of power over Cartman otherwise he would have directly attack him now instead of going after Craig's friends and boyfriend. So he was confident in keeping himself safe when it came to Cartman and since the ice cream debacle he had kept his friends safe too. So normally, he wouldn't invest in other people's help, but he let Tweek go over to Kyle. He knew that if someone could really be even close to being able to control Cartman it was Kyle. If someone was willing to help against Cartman it was also Kyle. So Craig wasn't going to stop Tweek from at least trying to gain help that didn't hurt.

Still Craig kept an eye on him even as Clyde and Token arrived. Token was trying to show Craig something about their costumes. Clyde was whispering dirty things in Craig's ear about the girl he fingered the night before; was her name Amanda?

From where Craig was it seemed like it was going well. Kyle was smiling and Tweek was talking quickly. Craig could tell by how much his hands were shaking even though he couldn't hear him. Stan arrived at Kyle's side and that didn't seem bad either.

Craig knew that it wasn't necessarily Stan or Kyle's fault when Tweek went from being friendly to spiraling into a panic. The flip was almost instant, but it was in Tweek's eyes and Craig could see it. He would normally blame whoever Tweek was with for starting it, but even from that distance he could tell that Tweek had worked himself into a panic.

"Dude, Craig are you listening to me?" Token asked.

"I'll be right back." Craig shut his locker and went over to intervene. The longer he stayed away the more Tweek would panic. He really didn't want Tweek to suffer a full panic attack at school in front of everyone.

When he got closer he heard what Tweek was worrying about as he started panicking. "… Is he a crab-people? Is he working with terrorist? He wouldn't tell anyone his last name for the longest time. Do you think that's it? Oh my god. I'm going to be killed by my own boyfriend." Tweek tugged at his hair.

Stan and Kyle looked at each other. It was obvious from their looks that they felt bad for concerned for Tweek, but they didn't want to make the situation worse either. They didn't know what to do and Craig was cool with the fact that they didn't try to pretend. Tweek had a way of twisting everything that was said into something that was going to kill him. So pretending to help could easily make things even worse.

"Tweek." Craig cleared his throat. "I'm not a terrorist. I love America. I never want to leave."

Tweek stared at Craig very calmly. "Name all the Presidents in order, first and last names."

"George Washington, John Adams, Paul Revere uh…"

"Wrong! Oh good you're not a terrorist." Tweek seemed to relax a little. "Only real terrorist know actual facts like that about American history."

"How many lattes did you have today?" Craig asked. He knew the answer to that, but he still asked it more for Stan and Kyle's sake.

"Only one! I was so nervous about asking Stan and Kyle for help," Tweek explained.

"We don't need their help." Craig waved at the two guys. He might not blame them for Tweek's panic. However, he still didn't think they could help them. Not that they really needed help. If they did Craig would have just uninvited Kyle and Stan then they'd be forced to do whatever Cartman had planned. "Come on we have to get you three more before the bell rings."

Tweek looked torn for a minute about whether or not he should follow. He nodded after minute.

Craig took Tweek's hand. He knew it would help cool Tweek down. Tweek had told Craig before that when they held hands it helped Tweek feel less pressure. He felt some of his built of pressure drain into Craig. He had felt guilty about it when he confessed, but Craig assured him that he could handle the pressure and he proved it by never being afraid to take his hand. Tweek showed that he appreciated it by never pushing him away.

"Two lattes." Craig told the lady at the breakfast line. They weren't allowed more than one latte in school, but the vending machine had starbucks double shots so Craig would get that for Tweek once he polished off the hot coffee.

He held one cup while Tweek sipped the other. He had his other arm wrapped around Tweek's waist. Craig took a couple sips of coffee. It wasn't his favorite taste, but he liked the effects. He usually tasted it on Tweek's lips no matter what time of day it was so he was learning to really love the taste. Craig looked around for his other friends. He had told them he would be right back, but obviously he had just walked away.

"Craig?" Tweek called. "Can you revoke your invitations to Kyle, Stan and Kenny?"

"Er…I can't really do that Tweek. I mean you know I hate adventures, but if I didn't invite them the story couldn't progress," Craig explained.

"What story?" Tweek blinked staring confused at Craig.

"They helped me get you back during the ice cream incident so they're invited. And I'm not giving into the loser Cartman," Craig corrected not sure what he was talking about before. He sniffed the latte he had sipped and handed it to Tweek who took it eagerly dropping his empty one on the ground. Craig kicked it towards the garbage can.

"But I have a bad feeling." Tweek pouted, but it was clear after a few seconds that Craig wasn't going to fall for it that time. So he stopped. Craig could see Tweek thinking. Probably working his way into a panic or thinking about a place to hide neither of which Craig wanted.

"Wanna ditch class so I can fuck you behind the baseball field?" Craig asked to distract Tweek. Tweek didn't like sex in public, but the baseball fields would be quiet this time of day and everyone knew it. They'd had sex there before so Craig thought the offer would be appealing. That cheered Tweek up. He nodded happily. "Come on before anyone notices."