Author's notes: Keep in mind, this whole story takes place before Duncan gets voted off.
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Leshawna arrived on the losers resort, amazed at the sight of the resort. This amazement took the place of surprise from Chris telling her that she had been eliminated for no stated reason. "What is this place?" she said.
"This is where the losers stay for the duration of the show," a familiar voice told her from the distance. The source of the voice stepped forward and revealed himself to be Harold. "We call it Playa De Losers. You're going to like it here."
"I'm sure I will," Leshawna said as her amazement gave way to curiosity. "This looks a whole lot better than that hell hole summer camp I just came from. I just wish I had a better idea why I'm here."
"About that," Harold said sheepishly and began explaining the circumstances of how the former contestants accidentally voted her off. "And Chris, being the son of a bastard he is, counted those as votes against you."
"Damn," Leshawna said after hearing the explanation. "Aw well, nothing I can do about it now. The worst part is, Heather's one step closer to winning the hundred grand."
"I wouldn't worry too much about that," Harold said. "She will get what she has coming to her."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Faith."
"Faith?" Leshawna quirked an eyebrow in bewilderment. "I seriously doubt that faith is gonna be enough to stop queenie from getting the prize money."
"When I started writing those love letters to you," Harold began, "I thought you were going to tell me to screw off and die. But I went through with it anyway and it paid off. Bottom line, don't underestimate faith."
The plus sized black beauty was at a loss for words as she took in what Harold said. He certainly had a way with words, as she knew from all the letters he sent her. As for Heather, she would just have to leave that problem up to Gwen and Karma.
"I'll show you where your room is," Harold said as picked up Leshawna's bags and lead her. They reached their destination and Harold gave her the room key. They both walked inside. "You're going to hear this from some one eventually, especially since Courtney won't shut up about it, but I have a confession to make," he said.
"What's that?" she asked.
"I was responsible for Courtney being voted off. I messed with the ballots so that she would be sent away instead of me."
"Why?"
"Because Duncan was pissing me off! He'd made it his business to torment me as much as he could and when I couldn't take it anymore, I decided to push back."
"By messing with the ballots," Leshawna said, then placed her hand on her face. "Why didn't I think of that? I could've gotten rid of Heather a long time again and avoided myself a lot of grieve."
"So you know where I was coming from," Harold added. "That there are people out there that having to put up with their crap can bring out the worst in you."
"I hear that. But did you really have to go through Duncan through Courtney?"
"I thought about getting rid of Duncan: he'd be out of my hair and lose his chance at the hundred grand, but I'd be sparing him from the pain of future challenges. But if I got rid of Courtney, they'd be separated and he'd suffer the products of Chris's twisted imagination."
"That was a good plan," Leshawna said, then caught herself congratulating Harold for his deviousness. "Um, I mean............... screw it, that was a good plan."
"For the record," Harold began, "I'm not usually so sadistic but like I said earlier, Duncan brought out the worst in me."
"Why did you want to share this with me?"
"You'd probably here it from someone else. I figured I could do damage control by telling you my version first. Anyway, it's great to see you again. You know idea how scared I was for you during Chef's Jason Vorheas impression."
"We were never in any real danger," Leshawna pointed out. "Except for the actual escaped psycho killer with the hook hand, but that wasn't planned or anything."
"That you know of," Harold retorted.
"You think Chris planned that?"
"Let's just say that I wouldn't put it past him. And as for Chef........ well, he strikes me as the kind of the guy who when given an implement of death and told t exercise restraint might have a bout of selective Alzymer's," Harold explained and Leshawna's eyes widened in horror as she realized how close that particular challenge was. "Aw hell, I knew I should have kept that to myself."
"It's all right," she said. "It's not your fault that Chris almost got us all killed."
"I'm glad to hear you say that. Goodnight Leshawna," he said as he left the room.
Leshawna began unpacking her bags. While doing so, she found the letters from Harold and went over them in her mind. He mostly wrote about her indomitable spirit and fierce will. He also used some strange combination of words to describe her physically, such as 'wonderfully enormous thighs,' 'glorious bigness' and 'fantastically amble behind.'
She was incredibly flattered by all this and wanted to get closer to him. But just as she found out about his feelings, he was voted off. But now they were both on Playa De losers. Maybe being eliminated wasn't such a bad thing, she thought to herself.
Author's notes: short start I know, but hopefully it will get better. At the very least, I'm trying to fill the lack of stories about this pairing. I really like this one and its lack of representation pisses me off.
