A/N: I'm baaaack. Thank you, again, for the zillionth time, to alllll my epic reviewers, you all seriously have no idea how much it makes my life that you love this SO much. Have I said that before? Because really, it does.


"Yes!" Kenny let out a loud cheer and launched himself at Kyle, hugging him happily. "We did it!"

"I can't believe he cried." Token shook his head, still in awe.

"I know, man." Clyde leaned against the wall beside the door of the room, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans. "He didn't even cry when Stripe died, and he loved that thing."

"Well, obviously Tweek means more to him than a guinea pig," said Kyle. He was holding Kenny's hand, their fingers entwined, and Kenny's arm was draped over Kyle's shoulders. "I guess we should let them out now." Letting go of Kenny's hand, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and fished out the keys to the room. He tossed the keys to Clyde, who proceeded to unlock the door.

Tweek and Craig had just pulled away from each other again when the door opened. Clyde stuck his head through the doorway, grinning as he saw them—Craig's arms wrapped around Tweek protectively, the blond's expression one of pure contentment. It looked so natural; they just fit together, like metal and guitar solos.

"Okay, you can come out now."

At Clyde's words, Tweek let out a, "Ghh!" of surprise and Craig's head snapped around to look at whoever had spoken. He let go of Tweek, but grabbed the blond's hand loosely, pulling him along behind him as he moved towards the door. Clyde retreated, suddenly worried that even though everything had worked out, Craig was still going to severely injure him, or all of them, for locking him in. The brunet hid behind Kenny and Kyle as Craig appeared in the doorway, Tweek peeking nervously over the other boy's shoulder. Clyde's hopes to be unseen, though, were shattered as Kenny very conspicuously started humming "Here Comes The Bride".

Craig's gaze went immediately to Kenny, and he came forward to stand in front of the blond. Tweek followed, shivering. Kenny stopped humming and, gesturing to his black eye, he shrugged, in a what-are-you-gonna-do-now kind of way. Craig nodded once, and Clyde, sensing no immediate danger, moved to stand beside Kyle, not behind him.

"So..." Craig said. His eyes moved around the group, coming to rest again on Kenny. He smirked, just a little, and said, "Nice eye."

"Yeah, well," Kenny grinned. "You should've seen the other guy. He knows not to mess with me again."

Craig rolled his eyes, but not in a douchey-asshole way. Neither he nor Kenny was the type to apologize for injuring the other, especially if they'd had valid reasons for doing it at the time.

"Just be careful," Kyle said, looking up at Kenny worriedly. "I don't want you to die all the time."

Kenny ruffled the redhead's hair. "Don't worry," he said, making a fist with one hand. "I'm tough."

"So now what happens?" Token asked. "I mean, we don't really have any reason for being here anymore."

"Let's go hang outside for an hour," suggested Stan, with a glance at Craig and Tweek.

"Outside?! But, but we can't – we can't skip!" Tweek blurted out, horrified. He twitched to the left, stumbled, and then, when he tried to regain his balance, tipped over the other way. Craig managed to catch him before he hit the floor, grabbing him around the waist with one arm. Kyle, Kenny, Stan, Clyde, and Token all exchanged the same look, each one of them grinning. Yeah, Tweek was back to normal.

"Well, we don't have to go back to class. We got Butters to say that we were helping the government with something super secret," Stan said. "So we won't get in trouble. And anyway, this all took way less time than we were expecting it to."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Craig gave Stan a half-hearted glare, but he couldn't even pretend he'd taken offense at the words.

"That you're stubborn?" Token offered. Craig just flipped him off, and his friend simply shook his head and started to head toward the nearest door, followed by Stan, Kyle, and Kenny. Clyde stayed back to walk with Craig and Tweek. Nobody said a word until they were outside.

"Hey, Tweeker," said Craig. "I need to talk to Clyde for a minute; we'll catch up, okay?"

"Ngh! 'Kay." Tweek held on to Craig's hand for a second longer, and then hurried to join the other guys as they wandered in the direction of the field behind the cafeteria. Clyde glanced at Craig curiously out of the corner of his eye, but it was another few seconds before the other boy spoke.

"Locking us in there..." Craig started. "That your idea?"

"Stan's, actually. He was—we were all—kind of worried that you weren't actually... That you were going to..." Clyde searched for the safest possible way to tell Craig that they'd all been afraid he was going to stick with being an asshole because it was easy.

"That I wasn't going to talk to him?"

Clyde looked at Craig, whose eyes were following Tweek. They were walking slowly. The other guys had gotten a fair distance ahead of them, but Tweek's jitters were still clearly noticeable, as he tripped and wobbled his way across the grass. Craig was watching him, a faint smile on his face, a smile that said yeah-he's-mine-and-I-love-him.

"Well...yeah," Clyde admitted.

Craig punched Clyde's shoulder lightly, shooting the brunet a slightly-amused look. "Douche."

"Fag," Clyde retorted, giving Craig a little shove.

"And don't you forget it," Craig said, refocusing his gaze on his blond. Clyde just shook his head and smiled. This was the way it was supposed to be.

... ... ...

Tweek tripped over thin air for about the eighth time, lurching forward and nearly landing on his face. Somehow, he managed to keep his balance. "Jesus!" he yelped, wishing he had coffee. God, he needed coffee right now, but his travel mug was in the classroom and not here, they were outside and there was no coffee outside, oh Jesus... He cast a look behind him longingly, at the school, thinking about the caffeinated beverage inside just going to waste, and caught sight of Craig walking with Clyde. All it took was that half-a-second glimpse of Craig, far behind him and the others, and Tweek forgot his desperate need for coffee. He couldn't believe he had his Craig back. When he'd gotten to school that morning he was sure things were over for good, and it killed him inside.

But in that classroom...Craig had cried; no, not cried, sobbed, and told Tweek over and over again how sorry he was. He'd been so unlike Craig, in that room. He'd seemed so...afraid that Tweek was going to completely reject him. But Tweek knew that it wouldn't matter if it had been two days or two years, he would never, could never, say no to Craig. The black-haired boy had had nothing to worry about. Tweek still didn't know who had written that message on the chalkboard—Kyle, Kenny, Stan, Clyde, or Token—but he would be forever grateful to all of them, for being there for him when he was miserable and for doing everything they did to help him and Craig get back together. There weren't better friends out there than those guys.

"Oh, shit."

Tweek looked up and saw that Kenny had stopped suddenly. He followed Kenny's stare, along with Kyle, Stan, Token, and Clyde.

Cartman was out behind the cafeteria, about fifty feet away from them, covered from head to toe in dirt. He'd obviously been digging, since there were about fifteen holes and giant piles of dirt around him. He was holding a shovel and glaring at Kenny like he was going to kill him so dead it would take at least a week for him to come back.

"Kenny you poor son of a bitch!" he yelled, charging at Kenny, shovel held high. Tweek was frozen with fear. Oh God, he didn't want to witness a murder, especially not the murder of one of his friends, oh Jesus! A sudden spasm made him stumble backwards and fall, landing hard on his side on the grass. "Grg!" he squeaked as he hit the ground.

"Isn't that Christophe's shovel?" Kenny asked, ducking out of the way as Cartman swung the weapon at him. "He's going to kill you when he finds out you touched his stuff."

"I was going to give him some goddamn treasure!" Cartman swung the shovel again and Kenny caught it in midair, each one of them struggling to take it from the other. "You told me there was treasure out here!"

"God, Cartman, you're such a retard," Token said. He, Stan, and Kyle were standing on the opposite side of the fight from Tweek , who was trying to shrink into the grass. It looked like Kyle was trying to stop himself from jumping into the fray and trying to kick the shit out of Cartman himself, just to keep him from hurting Kenny.

"This asshole lied to me!" Cartman bellowed, wrenching the shovel away from Kenny. "You poor people are all the same, you're all a bunch of dirty liars!" He hurled the shovel at Kenny, who couldn't duck in time. The metal edge hit Kenny's arm, slicing it open, and the shovel fell to the ground. Kyle was at his side instantly, yanking his green T-shirt over his head and using it to wrap around Kenny's now-bloody arm.

"Jesus Christ!" Stan stared at Cartman. "Cartman, what the fuck?"

Tweek whimpered from where he lay on the grass. Oh, God, Jesus, there was blood, he really, really didn't like blood, oh God, Kenny was going to bleed to death, and that was Christophe's shovel, it was so old and rusted, Kenny was going to get tetanus and then die, oh God, and Tweek was going to watch him die, right here, right now...

Cartman heard his whimper, and turned to him, ignoring Stan. He smiled that same evil smile he'd had earlier, and said, "What do we have here?"

"Fuck off, Cartman, leave him alone," said Token angrily, but Cartman ignored him too. He took a step closer to Tweek.

"We have some unfinished business, you and me," he said.

Tweek shut his eyes, shaking. Cartman scared him so much, more than the gnomes, and Kenny had saved him this morning but Kenny was dying, not five feet away from him, oh Jesus, nobody could help him, not when Cartman was right there.

"You see," Cartman was saying. "We'd been having a discussion about why your fag boyfriend left your fag ass. Do you remember that?" He didn't wait for an answer. "See, the way I see it, he got sick of having to save you all the time, because you're too much of a pussy to stand up for yourself. " He leaned down, getting right into Tweek's face, and said, "Well, he's not here to save you now, is he?"

Tears filled Tweek's eyes and, shaking violently with fear, he opened his mouth to say something, anything to try to get Cartman to leave him alone, but before he could say anything, he heard Craig's voice.

"Yeah, he is."

Cartman's face went from evil to confused to oh-fuck. He straightened up and started to turn around, but within three seconds Craig had kicked him in the nuts and slammed a fist into his eye. Cartman went down hard, rolling around on the ground and screaming for his mom. Everyone ignored him, except for Clyde, who glanced down and then announced that he was going to go find Christophe and tell him that Cartman had taken his shovel.

"You okay?" Craig asked Tweek, who had managed to scramble to his knees.

Tweek looked from Cartman on the ground to Craig standing above him, and he smiled. Tears fell, but they were happy tears. He nodded. He was okay. He had Craig back. He had everything he needed.

... ... ...

It was amazing, when Tweek thought about it. He was snuggled against Craig on the Nommel's couch, watching something. His life had been shattered and turned upside-down, and then completely fixed, in four days. He'd gone from being a miserable, broken wreck, to the happiest he'd ever been in his life, in four days.

"Four days..." he murmured to himself.

"Hm?" Craig looked down at him.

"Nothing." Tweek twitched a little and Craig's arm tightened around him. "I'm just...happy."

Craig smiled, leaning down and kissing Tweek's forehead. "Me too."

Tweek rested his head on Craig's chest. He could hear the other boy's heartbeat. The rhythmic thud-thud, thud-thud made Tweek feel so tired...

"I love you, Tweeker," he heard Craig say.

"I love you too," he mumbled sleepily, fighting to stay awake, not wanting to miss a second of being with Craig.

"Sleepy?"Craig asked.

Tweek nodded. There was a sudden silence; Craig had turned off the movie. He stood, pulling Tweek off the couch with him. "Come on," he said. "If you're going to sleep, we're going upstairs. My bed is more comfortable than this couch."

Craig kept his arm around Tweek's shoulders, guiding him up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Without bothering to change out of their clothes, both boys slid under the covers, Craig on his side, Tweek safely enclosed in his arms. Tweek was sound asleep in minutes; he really had been exhausted. It took Craig a little longer, but soon he was snoring softly.

Craig + Tweek equals love...

When Craig's alarm went off at seven AM the next morning, he awoke to find himself and Tweek in the exact same positions they'd gone to bed in. He hadn't let go of the blond all night. He hit the snooze button before his alarm woke up Tweek, and settled down for another ten minutes, smiling to himself. Nothing could separate them anymore. Not even sleep.


A/N: The end... I know this isn't the most epic ending in the world, but it seemed like a good one to me. I can't believe this is over. I'm SO sad. I really, really enjoyed writing this, and now's it's all...done. -cries-
If you made it this far, YOU'RE AMAZING!!
I need to go write something else now.