SOUTH PARK BELONGS TO TREY PARKER AND MATT STONE
And you, Doc? What do you want for Christmas this year?
Doctor Timothy smiles at Call Girl. "Timmy..." He mutters.
That, perhaps? Being able to vocally express what's on his mind without having to recur to telepathy?
No? True: those who minded always understood him and that was enough.
He smiles at her. She understands. She always got him.
We've come a long way. Remember when we were kids and we used to play superheroes? When all of this was a game?
You were often left behind, because you had different capacities, she remembers, looking at him sadly. Is that what you've always wanted? Being able to keep up with the others? Get rid of your...?
A bit of hesitation. He then shakes his big head. There is a big yes behind that small no.
Good times, those, he continues. I do remember often. You didn't want to be a damsel in distress, but a heroine. The guys didn't like the idea of having you in the Freedom Pals much, at first—but the motto was 'retribution with inclusion', wasn't it? I convinced them to let you in. You never were like the other girls. You were smart, and funny, and strong.
The kind of girl who would have never looked at someone like me.
Don't say that, she says—you have always been charming, in your own way. You have aged just like fine wine. It is just a matter of time you find your own. Be patient.
But he doesn't want to be patient. He has been very patient, and the miracle never happens.
Also, he already knows what he wants.
He just needs to reach out and grab it. He is not the only one puberty has done a favor to.
Remember when we used to play superheroes?, he asks once again, with this smile.
How it hurt, to see you and Stan in the same group, fight elbow to elbow, kissing, snuggling. How it felt—like a beggar, forced to watch a feast. You were always fighting, and when you did, he always talked badly of you behind your back, as if it was always your fault and he was always innocent. Had it been me, I would have been begging at your feet. I would have treated you like the queen you are.
I always thought he was a lucky guy...A very, very lucky bastard...I was so envious, seeing him enjoy what I would never have, that I wanted him to die. I wanted him out of the way, and have you just for me, for me alone.
When he fell facing the Crab People...I have never felt more relieved...
It was an excellent idea to suggest him to face them all alone. Unarmed.
She flinches. This is a little awkward, perhaps. But he knows how to make everyone feel better, and so he gets into her mind and shoos all those bad thoughts away. And Call Girl smiles again. That's better. Nothing should make his girl uncomfortable.
That's it. Forget about Stan. Forget that he even existed. It is better not to give him one single thought.
So, she asks one more time, what do you want for Christmas, Doc?
She really wants to know. She wants to make him happy. Like everyone else in Freedom Pals, she adores him and wants to please him any way she can.
And he makes her look at him into the eyes. Establishing the connection needed to turn her mind into his playground. And he makes her remember those old times when they played together under a new light..., forget about all the things she liked about Stan..., replace the feelings she had for him and apply them to himself..., help her see the advantages he has over any other man in the world, abled or not...
Love is just a preference. A matter of hormones and brain muscles, of combinations of ideas and memories. He had always had a way with those.
All I want for Christmas, he says, caressing her chin, is you.
THE END