A/N: Mkay so it's currently lookin' like we'll have six more chapters total. This is subject to change, but we'll see.

And I'm makin' you wait another chapter for the Stan/Ky blowup because I'm a devious son of a bitch mwahahaha.

Enjoy~

The group of seven sat around Token's dining room table, their phones laid out in front of them and each looking at one another for answers. Bebe quirked her brow at the boys surrounding her, taking a deep breath. "Okay, so, how do we approach this?" she asked quietly.

Cartman scoffed, popping a chip into his mouth and rolling his eyes, "Shouldn't you know out of all of us, Miss Gossip?"

She scowled, "Fuck off, Cartman. I told you this isn't my usual shtick, but we need to help Kyle out somehow."

Craig looked at the surrounding group in boredom, "Why are we even making the effort to help Broflovski? He's a big boy, he can deal with it."

Token shrugged from beside Bebe, scratching through his hair. "Because Kyle's our friend?" he said. "It's not right what everyone's saying about him," he paused as his phone buzzed, picking it up and staring at it with a frown. "Well, looks like Kyle's been whoring himself out for years according to this from Red," he rolled his eyes.

They all looked at each other once again, the giant room overwhelming the lot of them with its eerie silence. There really wasn't an easy way to go about this. Clyde sighed, flicking a piece of paper over at Token's head. "I don't know what we can do."

"Let the Jew wallow in misery until he kills himself?" Cartman piped up hopefully.

"Eric, come on now," Butters lectured, shaking his head. "He ain't done nothin' to ya."

He scoffed, "Only because he was too busy taking it up the ass from Jockstrap."

Bebe groaned, dragging her hands down her face in frustration. "Why are you even here, Fatass?" she questioned. "I know you believe him but I also know you don't ever want to help him."

The brunette shrugged, "Token has the best shit," he waved his bag of chips in the air. "Fucker can afford Lays while the rest of us suffer with off-brand cardboard."

Token rolled his eyes again, "Whatever. If you're going to be here and eat my food, then you're going to give real suggestions, Tubsy."

Cartman crossed his arms in a huff, looking up at the giant chandelier dangling above their heads. "Why not just send out an en masse text from all of us saying it's bullshit?"

"Because who'd believe us?" Tweek questioned worriedly.

He shook his head, "No, no one would believe Butters, Craig, or you," he raised his brow. "Bitchtits over there is a cheerleader," he pointed at Bebe who scowled, her nostrils flaring. "Clyde and Token are in fuckin' football right with Marsh."

"Not the quarterback, though," Clyde pointed out. "Stan's always been more popular than the two of us."

"Until party time comes around," Cartman countered, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Then Token gets all the glory."

They all looked over at Token who shrugged dismissively, "He's got a point. People tend to cling to me a few days afterwards."

"And they hang onto your every word like a fuckin' IV tube," Cartman huffed. "You fuckin' throw a party, tell them that Jewboy is an innocent little virgin or whatever, and they'll believe you because they want their free booze."

He nodded slowly, looking up at the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. "It's four o'clock," he murmured. "Think we can get one going in about four hours?"

"No problem, Sweetie," Bebe nodded briskly, taking his hand and smiling at him. "You'd really do this on such short notice for Kyle?"

He grinned, leaning down and kissing her cheek. "Kyle's always been cool to me, and I know you care about him, it's not a problem."

"Aw isn't that sweet," Craig rolled his eyes, silently thanking the gods that Tweek wasn't a lovey-dovey pansy like Token became around his girlfriends. He looked at Cartman who was stuffing chips into his face again, watching Token and Bebe and shaking his head. "Fatass," he said, catching the brunette's attention. "You think people would believe you over me, Tweek, or Stotch?" he asked dryly.

He shrugged, "If it's something positive about Kahl of all people, then yes, I do," he quirked his brow. They all paused. He had a hell of a point. Cartman didn't compliment Kyle. He'd sooner rip off his own balls and eat them before admitting the redhead's innocence.

"And...you'd be willing to defend him?" Clyde asked hesitantly, knowing well enough that Cartman never did anything for anyone's benefit for free, especially not Kyle.

A sly grin sliced up his face, "Oh definitely."

"Eric! That's so nice of ya!" Butters beamed.

"Hold that thought, Stotch," Token held up his hand, watching the glutton suspiciously. "What are you going to do? Make Kyle be your slave again?" he rolled his eyes, all of them shuddering with the memory of their sophomore year. Watching Kyle lug around Cartman's books and tell everyone how much he admired the brunette for two weeks after losing a bet was a nightmare for everybody who had to pay witness to such a humiliation.

"Nothing so dramatic," he fluttered his lashes naively. "It won't be anything much, but Kahl will be more than willing to comply should we get him back into a good light like the goody-goody he is."

The remainder looked at one another skeptically. "I'm not sure I'm comfortable with you being involved if you're going to take advantage of him," Bebe said slowly, tapping her nail on the table.

He waved his hand dismissively, "Don't worry your stupid curly head, Stevens. If you wanna save that stupid Jewrat from having more plates thrown at his head, you're just gonna have to trust me."

She sighed, shaking her head tiredly. Butters piqued back up, "I-I think we need t' listen t' Eric, fellas."

"He is the master of manipulating people," Clyde rolled his eyes.

Cartman beamed a bit with a smirk. "That's right. Kahl coulda blown a fuckin' group of fifty guys in front of the whole fuckin' school and I could convince them it didn't happen."

"Gross," Token's nose crinkled.

Tweek grated over his lip, "But what do we do now? H-how are we supposed to get everyone here?! Jesus four hours isn't enough to plan a party! We don't have anything! Kyle's screwed! We're screwed!" he grated his teeth, wrapping his fingers through his hair and tugging.

Craig sighed, moving closer to him and slowly untangling his grip. "All we need to do is get some booze and send out texts. It's fine, Tweek. It's going to be just fine." The blonde looked into his grey eyes, sniffling and nodding briskly, trying to control his rapid heart rate.

Token grabbed his phone, sighing and scrolling through his contact list. "Okay, so my parents are gone tonight, thank fuck," he rolled his eyes. "But they'll be back tomorrow evening, so I'm going to need you guys to help me clean shit, okay?" he glared at them all and they nodded silently. He found his target and began typing rapidly, Bebe watching over his shoulder.

"Who're you texting, Hon?" she asked.

"The guy who supplies my parties," he chuckled, finishing his message and setting the phone back on the table, tapping his index finger and looking at the group. "Think we can pull it off?"

Clyde nodded, "Nothing gets people in the forgiving mood like free vodka, Dude. Besides, so long as we keep Stan out of it, the air should clear pretty-"

"No," Cartman interjected sharply and they all looked at him in shock. "Marsh has to be here, and so does the Jew."

"What?" Bebe blinked. "Kyle is not in any condition to be coming out into a crowd of people that hate him, Cartman!"

He rolled his eyes, "That's why we're fixing the problem, Blondie. How do you think his reputation will be if he's not there while he's being defended?" he raised his brow.

"They'd think he's a pussy or think he's paying people off to defend him," Craig nodded. "He's right. Broflovski and Marsh both have to be there. Brof to appear innocent and Marsh to spill the truth."

She frowned, "How do you expect us to do that? I'm not talking to Wendy and poor Kyle's out there devastated."

Cartman snorted, "Jesus, Bebe, get his dick outta your vag."

"Watch it," Token growled, grabbing Bebe's hand possessively.

"Oh, Sweetie, calm down," Bebe patted him before turning a sharp glare onto the brunette. "And just what do you mean by that?"

He watched her amusedly, "Bebe, you're talkin' like he's in a fuckin' coma or some shit. He's a stubborn-ass fucker and you all know that," he gestured to the lot of them. "Look, the little Jewish Princess is more angry than sad or whatever," he scoffed. "And I know him, when he gets really angry, he drinks himself to sleep. I guarantee that he passed out on bitch beers or something last night," he rolled his eyes. "You think he'd pass up free booze? And we all know Marsh is a closet alcoholic, and considering how much he drank at my place last night, I'm thinkin' he'd be apt to show up as well."

Tweek's fingers began tapping on the table nervously, "B-but how do we know they'll show up if the other is coming?!" he squeaked.

"We don't tell them the other is coming, you jittery retard," he frowned. "Bebe gets Kahl to come and Clyde convinces Marsh. It isn't hard."

Bebe and Clyde looked at each other and took deep breaths. "Guess he's right," Clyde murmured. "Stan'll listen to Jameson more than reasoning at this point."

She nodded, "I can only imagine that Kyle wants to escape from this bullshit. I'm sure if Kenny and I prod him to get out, he will."

They all jolted a bit as Token's phone buzzed again, watching him grab it and read over it. "Okay, he can set us up by 8:30," he relayed. "Everyone, send a text to everyone in your lists, send Stan and Kyle the message separately from the group."

"And Ken for good measure," Bebe added. "I'm sure he's with Kyle right now."

"Probably with his dick up Kahl's ass," Cartman said dryly, grabbing his phone and starting on his own message. He flinched as she reached across the table, grabbing his chips and throwing them beside her, glaring at the brunette.

"Cartman, none of that shit tonight, understand?" she said sharply. "He's going through enough and doesn't need your taunting."

"Sorry, Bebe, but I have to be an asshole tonight," he said smoothly with a grin. "After all, if I'm nice while bailing the Jew out, who'd believe me then? They'll think that he paid me to do this or something. I have to do this properly or else your little redheaded dreamboy is going to have more than sandwiches thrown at his face."

Token sneered, "Seriously, Fatass. Knock it the fuck off." The two pairs of deep brown eyes locked before Cartman chuckled, waving him off. The group sighed, shaking their heads and letting their fingers fly on their phones.

"Geez, I hope this works," Butters murmured, fingers fiddling with the Hello Kitty charm dangling off of his phone. "I hate it when Stan and Kyle fight."

"We all do," Clyde muttered, finishing his task with a sigh and tossing his phone down again. "Stan gets pissy and can't throw for shit and Kyle gets so angry that he argues with teachers when they're wrong and gets us all extra homework," he rolled his eyes. They all nodded solemnly in agreement as one by one, they finished their typing, looking at the others tiredly.

"We only have a few hours," Token said tiredly, getting onto his feet and stretching, holding out his hand to help Bebe up as well. "We need a group to get some food, the rest need to stay here and help me get shit ready."

"I'll take Cartman and Butters," Bebe sighed. "You know the two of them can't lift worth shit."

"But I can't either!" Tweek spasmed.

Craig shook his head, patting his shoulder lightly. "You can direct stuff, okay?...With our help," he added, not wanting him to crumble under the pressure as he had so many times in the past. Tweek curled his fingers around each other, gulping and nodding, letting Craig's hand calm his nerves.

Token reached into his wallet, handing Bebe his credit card. "You know what to get," he smiled softly.

She returned it, leaning up and kissing him briskly. "Thanks, Token," she said quietly. "This is really sweet of you to be doing for Kyle."

He shrugged sheepishly, "Well, Kyle and the booze," he winked. She chuckled and he pushed her lightly. "Get a move on. We don't have much time."

The three of them nodded, Cartman and Butters standing and heading towards the foyer behind Bebe, both of them glancing around at the immaculately decorated abode. "Gee, I wonder what it's like t' be this rich," Butters said in awe.

"According to Token, not as wonderful as you'd think," Bebe laughed quietly, heading out the front door with them in tow. They made their way down towards their cars and Bebe turned to look at Cartman. "Can we use yours? It's got the most space."

He rolled his eyes and waved dismissively, "Whatever. But we're stopping by the station and Token's paying for a tank."

She scoffed but nodded, not willing to put up the fight. She'd just pay Token back later, time was of the essence. She paused, her ears perking to her phone ringing. She slid her hand into her pocket, coming to a stop and the boys nearly crashing into her. Wendy's name was displayed prominently on her screen, a picture of the two of them lying beneath it as a cruel taunt. She looked at the boys who shrugged, Cartman looking bored out of his skull and Butters grating his lip worriedly. She scratched through her hair and closed her eyes for a moment, letting her thumb slide over to answer the call. "Hey," she said quietly.

A few moments of quiet passed before a meek "Wow...I-I didn't expect you to answer."

"Yeah well...it's been a long day," Bebe sighed. "For everyone."

"Tell me about it," she chuckled weakly. "Bebe, can we talk? Please?"

Bebe let her teeth slide over her lip, rubbing her eyes tiredly as continued their walk down to Cartman's car. "Yeah. If we can keep it civil."

"Definitely!" Wendy jumped, Bebe easily sensing a load of relief coming from the girl's voice. "Please, I really really feel bad and want to talk about what you said."

She nodded to herself, sliding into the passenger seat of Cartman's Hummer and taking a deep breath. "Meet me at J-mart, I'm heading out to shop for Token's party."

"Yeah, no problem, I'll be there in like, half an hour."

"I'll see you there," Bebe said, hanging up and taking a deep, cleansing breath. The sound of the engine filled her ears and she let it drown out the anxiety trying to build within her. Wendy sounded so hopeful, and she was using that tone that she only used when she felt awful about something. This wasn't just her trying to half-ass an apology only to bristle about it for months on end.

"You're gonna talk t' her?" Butters asked timidly.

She nodded, "Yeah. Besides, she'd be more likely to get Stan to the party than Clyde."

"Well yeah, Stan follows her vag around like a hound dog," Cartman scoffed, pulling off of Token's street and heading towards town.

"Tell me about it," she muttered, leaning back and closing her eyes. She was still angry. Hell, she was downright furious with Wendy, but she knew it was moot. She needed to push down her own frustrations and help fix this mess. She'd never be able to live with herself otherwise...Her hazel eyes opened up dully to stare at the rearview mirror, her nails digging into her phone a bit. She had a chance to actually make something better in this shitty situation, and she'd be damned if she was going to pass it up.

A/N: Atta girl, Bebe. Someone's gotta be the bigger person. (Have I ever mentioned how much I love Bebe? She's def my favorite chick on the show ugh)

She's being logical, but will Stan and Kyle? Well that's for next chapter :D

Thanks for R&Ring!