So, I found this sitting in my files and decided to post it even though it is woefully unfinished. My hope is that your encouragement and ideas would spurn me into action. I feel bad not writing anything for almost a year now and would really like to write some good Scotchy AUs. Please tell me there is still love for this couple out there and maybe I'll make myself write more.

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"And next up is Chris MacLean!"

I sighed as I stepped onto the dock of Camp Wawanakwa. So this is where I'd be spending the next few weeks of my life…

I'd better win those million dollars if I have to stay here.

I eyed the host who looked like a Jeff Probst wannabe as I joined the small group of contestants who had arrived before me.

Oh I had this competition in the bag! So far, there was a fat guy who was swatting at flies, a blonde beach bunny who probably thought two plus two was fish, a nerd with a calculator and a short, pasty kid whose eyes were darting around nervously.

If this was what I was up against, then I had nothing to worry about. I smiled as I set down my bag and crossed my arms confidently, watching the boat sail away to get more contestants.

Other than a tough looking punk and muscular dark-skinned behemoth, the rest of the campers were going to be so easy to manipulate and break. I tried to keep my absolute glee from showing, like mother always said, don't count your chickens before they hatch. Which was laughable, my mother had never even set foot on a farm.

"And last up is Scott Bennet!" the host who's name I had already forgotten said and gestured to the boat that had just docked. I lifted my gaze from the mirror in my palm and my eyes widened.

Ear-length blonde hair fell into chocolate orbs as blue-painted fingernails pushed the strands out of the way. He stepped off the boat, shouldering his pink duffle bag. Okay, jeans that tight should be illegal and really, a pink tank top should not look so good on such a scrawny body. And then he smiled. I felt my blood rush south at the sight of those dimples.

"Hey peoples," the blonde waved casually and oh my God, was that a tongue piercing?!

I shook my head as Scott walked…no, more like sashayed to our end of the dock and stood next to me. I saw his eyes glance over me and his smile grew while a blush bloomed across his cheeks. I forced my gaze away, so he was cute, so what? I wasn't here to socialize, I was here to win. Though if this blonde liked me, I'd definitely use that to my advantage. And oh what fun that would be, I inwardly smirked.

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"So you want top or bottom?" I blinked as Scott looked at me innocently. I smiled, leaning against the wall of our cabin.

"Well, usually I'm on top," I winked and Scott rolled his eyes.

"I meant the bunks doofus," he shrugged towards the beds he was standing next to and I had the sudden image of us falling onto that mattress and breaking it in. I shook my head again.

"I'll take bottom," I said, Scott nodded and tossed his bag onto the top bunk.

"Alright, everyone meet in the mess hall for the first challenge!" the host's voice rang out across the camp.