Hello guys. I have finally enacted on my decision to bring back these series. Now, that said, I'm changing the storyline and some of the characters from what I originally wrote four years ago. I've been waiting a long time to rewrite this fanfic.

Chapter 1

Twenty-four-year-old Stan Marsh sat on the brown couch within his own dark home watching the Christmas special of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. The only lights that were on were the ones from the Christmas tree and the TV itself. He rolled his eyes at the show as two men made another homosexual joke. Dressed in his blue pajamas, his hair growing down to his ears in the same mopped style as he had during his childhood, he shuddered as the winter chill flowed through the house. The Christmas tree sat to the left of the TV blocking a good portion of the front window, decorated with lights and ornaments of assorted colors, and a bright yellow star on the top. Boxes wrapped up in colored paper and tied with ribbons sat underneath the tree. "Damn, I thought the heater is working better than this," he muttered. Just then, his ears perked up as as he heard the front door unlock itself and open, inviting in a gust of chilly wind, causing Stan to shudder once more as he turned his attention towards the doorway.

In came a tired previously-named Wendy Testaburger, now Wendy Marsh, dressed in her gray business suit and skirt. Closing the door shut and locking it, the bags under her eyes made her fatigue clear to Stan. Her eyes slowly gazed from Stan to the TV, and she raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Is that...is that Queer Eye for the Straight Guy?"

Stan turned back to the TV. "Butters and Lola were going on and on about how good this show is, but I honestly don't see anything of it. I don't know, I'm not being a cynical asshole, am I?"

Wendy shook her head and chuckled. "No, no, it's just...I didn't know that show is still around." She could never see Stan as a cynical asshole, if anything, he was the one who gave her strength, after all the couple had been through since the last four years. "Damn Crab People." The last bit was a joke from how the show on TV was once used by Crab People to turn men into metrosexuals so they could take over the world.

"So how did the trial go?" Stan asked.

Wendy sighed. This was the last thing she wanted Stan to ask her. But she could not dodge it any longer, she already told her friends after she was allowed to, and it would only be a matter of time before Stan found out anyways. She sat down on the couch to the right of Stan. Putting her elbows on her thighs, she buried her head into both her hands. "I think...I'm a terrible lawyer."

Stan put his arms around his wife as she leaned against him. "Wendy, it's ok. I'm sorry, I didn't think-"

"It's not your fault Stan." Wendy leaned her head back against the couch. "It was pretty obvious my client Trent Boyette was a scumbag."

Stan immediately frowned when he heard that name. "I didn't know he was the one you were trying to defend. Oh God." It came back to him when Stan, Kyle, Eric, and Kenny framed Trent for arson twice in his lifetime. It just occurred to Stan that somewhere down Trent's life, his personality must have tilted, probably leading to the various murders in Colorado. Of course, Wendy had known for years what Stan did to Trent, but it matter not to her at this moment.

"Everyone knew he did the murders. But after talking with him, it's just...I don't know..." She sighed again. "For me, it was an uphill battle, but I could have done a better job. I could have lessened his sentence...that said, he's going to be executed tonight. Even worse, what am I going to tell his parents? 'Sorry, your son's getting executed on Christmas Eve because I did a shitty job?'"

She tried to blink away her tears, but the guilt of the execution sentence overtook her. As Wendy began to cry into her husband's shoulder Stan patted her back. "It's alright, Wendy. It's not your fault. You did what you could, and that's what matters."

"This isn't the first time I've gotten someone killed, Stan."

Stan bit his lower lip. It reminded him of the time when Wendy summoned Arabs to shoot Ms. Ellen, his 3rd grade substitute teacher, into the sun, all because he completely swooned over his own substitute teacher while conveniently forgetting about Wendy, whom he started dating back then. "Well, to be fair, his life was over when I framed him for arson the first time. So...what are you gonna do now?"

Wendy closed her eyes, struggling to make out her next words. "I might just quit to be honest. Find a different job in the political field." She was nervous, not sure how Stan was going to react.

Stan shook his head. He couldn't believe that this was all coming out of Wendy, but alas she need his support now more than ever, so he rubbed her right shoulder a little. "This doesn't seem like you at all Wendy. I can't imagine you quitting out like that after one bad trial. I thought this was what you wanted to do."

"I know, I didn't imagine it would come to this. Thought I could follow Kyle's footsteps, you know, thought it'd be really easy. It's just..." Wendy let out an exasperated sigh. She opened her mouth to speak again, but nothing came about it. After the events of the trial, one could say that Wendy had finally learned a little humility.

"I don't want you to leave, people fail and they get up. We have to learn from our mistakes Wendy." Stan then shook his head again. "But I can't stop you from quitting, if that's what you want to do." Realistically, this is true. No matter how much Stan wanted Wendy to toughen up and face challenges, at the end of the day, it was not his choice to make. But this wasn't the Wendy that he knew, the Wendy he knew wouldn't give up so easily.

Fighting for women's rights is one thing, but being the determiner between the life or death of someone is a completely different story, and as far as Wendy knew, Trent Boyette is losing his life because of her incompetence. While she did not want to quit so easily, the guilt from the trial ate her up so badly. For a few minutes she cried some more, then her tears began to fade away and her eyes began to dry up. "I...heard the Parks and Rec department is hiring."

It was typical of Wendy to always find some backup plan in case things went wrong for her. And as long as Wendy was happy, so was Stan. "Whatever you do, Wendy, make it count."

Wendy smiled at Stan's endearment. "I'll send them my application and resume tomorrow, then we can go over to Kyle's and Bebe's for the Christmas party." Wendy was about to say more, but the noise from the TV captured her attention.

"Oh my gosh, that is so totally gay, Ted!"

"You're totally gay, Carson!"

Some more giggles from the men on the TV screen sounded out into the living room. Wendy's face was contorted with disgust. "This show kinda sucks. Who recommended this trash again?"

Stan nodded his head. "Butters and Lola. And yeah, it does suck. I still can never understand why I got into that metrosexual fad in the first place anyways."

"I'm gonna have a little talk with them about this later." Some more silence came between the both of them. Then Wendy looked around. "Hey, I haven't seen our son anywhere here. Did you put him to bed?"

Stan looked around as well, but he already knew what Wendy had just said. "A bit before you came home. Why?"

"Oh nothing." A few more minutes passed before Wendy started to yawn. "I'm getting sleepy. I'm gonna head to bed. You coming, Stan?"

Stan yawned as he turned off the TV via remote and stood up to follow his wife upstairs. "Yeah. Coming."

The two of them stopped at the first doorway to the right. Wendy slowly opened the door, and the moonlight that shone through the room's window revealed a small three-year-old boy sleeping soundly in his bed underneath his blanket. His back was turned towards them, but one could clearly see his jet-black hair stylized much like Stan's. Light snores came from the boy. Despite the noise that the two adults had made previously, the boy did not stir. "Aw, how cute," Wendy said.

"The boy that the two of us created," Stan replied.

"The one that I carried around in my stomach for nine months, sure, haha."

Stan and Wendy both chuckled but then they sighed as Wendy closed the door. Neither of them wanted to admit this to the other, but in the back of their minds, they both knew the same thing: they knew very well that the cause of the hardships they faced within the last four years was because of their child. When both were twenty-years-old and were still in college, the two of them forgot to take proper precautions one fateful night, and as a result, had their son. Their parents, predictably, did not approve of this, but despite circumstances they still showed their support. For obvious reasons, they could never bring this up with their son - nothing like letting their own son know that he was an accident and was never supposed to happen.

After the two went into their own bedroom, and Wendy changed into her pink pajamas, the couple slipped underneath the blankets. "Every night, I take a good look at our son Wendy. Do you...do you ever think we should tell him the truth of his upbringing?"

"We can't let him know, Stan," Wendy replied. "Yes, he's just like most of the other children - an accident." Ironically, most of the people they knew their age since their elementary school days (their close friends included) fell to the same fate as well, almost as if some magical spell had been cast upon that specific generation. "But still..."

"I know, and I know why." Stan let out a light yawn. "I gave up alot. Thought I could become a doctor or a vet, while raising a child at the age of twenty, you know. But you know this."

"I can't thank you enough, Stan. It's kinda why I hesitated about my decision to quit my job. I didn't want your sacrifice to end up going to waste."

"Hey, as long as you're happy, so am I." Stan then shrugged. "Besides, it's only fair, the 'accident' was kinda my fault anyways."

"Stan, don't say that, it was both of us, we should both own up to it." Wendy snuggled up to Stan, and Stan let out a sigh of relief. "Anyways, that said, yeah, first thing I do tomorrow, I'm sending my application to the South Park Committee. Besides, my mom was once a mayor, I think I have an edge over everyone else."

A playful smirk overcame Stan. "Let's not be too cocky again, Wends."

"Haha, fuck you." Wendy's sassy tone caused Stan to laugh a little. Then the two of them yawned once again. The sleepiness had definitely overtaken them by now. "Yeah, I think I'm done. Goodnight, honey."

Before Wendy could close her eyes, she heard Stan call out to her. "Hey Wendy?"


"Merry Christmas."

Hello again.

I'm glad to finally be able to start writing this fic again, and hopefully it will be better than all my other fics I have written. As for the Fundraiser fic, I lost interest on this a little since this fic had been on my mind since last year. So far, Stan and Wendy is pretty much confirmed (and there are a few other parings if you look hard enough). Also, while Stan's and Wendy's child is unnamed, I already planned on the name (and if you've been stalking me, you'd know).

Until next time.