The crisp late spring breeze gently waved the dew covered grasses back in forth as they danced under the rising morning sun. In cell number 205, inmate number 2077819 was packing the few possessions he had gathered over the years. A few toothbrushes, some with sharpened points in case he ever ran into trouble, a hair brush that his mother sent a year ago in a care package, a few dozen composition notebooks he had persuaded his father get him during the period of his lock up, a picture of his old eight eyed pet, who have been squashed years earlier on the scene of Total Drama Action, light grey boxers the province provided the prisoners as well as socks and undershirts for cold nights, various bar soap carvings, tiolet paper mache sculptures. And last but not least, the frame picture of the girl he never forgot, Courtney Meeks.

The sound of the metal shackles around his ankles and wrists rattled with each step he took. The weight of his belongings on his back added extra weight to the steps his foot made on the poorly cleaned floor. Two guards, one on each side escorted him back to the entrance, now his exist, of the place he had called home for five years. And just like the day he'd been locked away, his mother waited with teary eyes and the palms of her hands pressed together in a praying position as she sat on a chair. Praying. Always praying. Always praying her son would change his ways. His little stay here did not break him, no it built him. Tougher. Stronger. From the boy he was when he entered he stepped in front of his mother a man. A man with jet black hair cornrowed to his scalp. A man lacking facial piercings but stained with ink from a gun. A man with various scars over his entire body, each scar with a story of survival and a lessoned learned. A man who thought over his past, his mistakes. A man who has not only thought about but regretted a few. A man rippling with muscles and standing over six feet in the air still dressed in prison orange with his arms folded across his chest. Yes, now there stood a man.

"D-Dunkie?" the woman sniffled. She was a cop. A police officer. One who had seen death, violence and sadness but always stood strong and powerful in their wake. A woman most men feared and a woman who demanded respect from everyone brave or foolish enough to look her in the eye. Atlast, although she be a powerful woman, her role as a loving mother always came first. And that's why she weeps. She weeps the tears of a mother who hadn't hugged her little boy in over half a decade.

"Mother." Came the cold response. But the woman didn't care! She hugged her son and sobbed on his chest, sniffling the comforting words of a woman who had waited for this day for over a thousand days.

But the tears didn't last. They were replaced with a smile as she stepped back to overview the man her little boy grew into while he was away. And then anger covered her face at the fact he was still in chains. "Release him." She spat and glared at the guards, who in her presence became scared little boys.

When her boy was free, he hugged her. He never hated his mom, not even disliked but his father was another story. "Glad to see you, too." he whispered with a soft smile.

"Here." The woman turned to grab a bag and hand it to her son, "go in the bathroom and change into this. I hate seeing you in orange."

Moments later, the man walked out of the building in faded jeans, a white crew neck short sleeve and a black unbuttoned overshirt on top. He followed his mother to her patrol car and laughed as he sat in the back seat, "Ironic."

"Very." she laughed and nodded as she drove her son home.

In five years, a lot of mail can gather. His mother stored in large plastic containers in his old room. There where two filled to the top and the last one was barely a third of the way full. Duncan plopped on his old bed and took the bag off his back. The first thing he did was take out the picture of Courtney and put it on his nightstand. "There." he whispered to himself as a smile spread on his face.

And now he would sleep for he had slept on a hard slab for so long he didn't remember what sleeping on a bed was like.

Miles away, someone else was having a very different start to his day. As soon as his piercing blue orbs opened to the world, Geoff smelled breakfast and heard his fiance's beautiful humming. A smirk painted on his face, the 21 year old party boy strolled into the kitchen in nothing but his skin tight black briefs with his signature pink unbuttoned shirt draping over his naked torso and shapely butt and upper thighs. "Well hello there beautiful! How did you sleep?" He purred as his muscular tan arms snaked around the waist of his cooking bride to be.

"Well, seeing that I did sleep next to you." the girl giggled and shrugged, "I have no complaints."

"That's great, baby." The jock whispered as his soft lips pressed against the girl's neck, they both knew what he wanted. And they both knew he wouldn't get it, easily anyway.

"Mmm.." she purred as her plump butt squirmed against the tent in his briefs, "Stop." she whined, a faint blush crossing her upper cheeks.

Geoff smirked as his hands squeezed her wide hips, "Why should I?"

"Well for starters, I'm cooking breakfast. And you still haven't got the mail.."

"Fuck! I forgot!" the groaned as he took a step back from his sexy fiance dressed in one of his jerseys.

"Well.. go get it! And put on pants.. I don' want any girls staring at you." She turned her head in his direction and pouted with cute puppy eyes before going back to flipping the pancakes. "And breakfast will be ready in about ten minutes."

Geoff chuckled and shook his head. Some people wouldn't like dating a control freak, but he loved it! He never saw it as someone trying to control his life but rather, someone trying to make his life easier. All her planning and rules and whatnot was how he even got this college scholarship to play American football and baseball in the first place. As he slipped a pair of red basketball shorts over his hips he cooed, "Yes baby." Before grabbing the keys to the mailbox and walking outside to go fetch the mail. The letter she was so desperately looking for was a notice for her hopefully soon to be next modeling project, she had been waiting for the company to sent the confirmation letter and the CEO said it would most likely arrive this week. So Geoff wasn't too pissed at the fact he didn't get his morning sex, besides he would much rather see her happy.

Walking back in the apartment with a stack of letters in his hand, he found his girl setting the breakfast table with fluffy buttermilk blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, fresh orange juice and bacon. Another good thing about dating a control freak, they like to have control over most things. Most things including the food that comes in the house. Which means Geoff no longer has to work about getting all the needed fiber and protein; everything she cooks is packed full with vitamins and everything else his body needs to perform.

"Did the letter come?" she asked as she struck a wave of her hair behind her ear.

"Mhm, what's the company again?"

"AR Modeling."

"Well, let's see. Cable bill, Internet bill, cellphone bills, rent.. magazine subscription reminder.. oh what's this?" He asked as he held up the last two envelopes, each with the same sending address on the upper right corner.

"Who are they from?"

"It says Total Drama Corporations." Geoff shrugged as he handed the envelope with her name on it to her. "Take a look for yourself."

Her eyes scanned the folded piece of paper enclosed in the envelope and gasped, "There's a new season of Total Drama! And they are inviting us!"

"What!"

"Yeah, it saids all the first season contestants will be there! And we could win a million dollars.. can we go? Please...!"

"Well.. if you think it's a good idea." Geoff sighed and nodded, "then yeah. I'm game."

"Eee!" the girl squealed as she hugged him tight. "This time I just know one of us will win!"

"Yeah, I sure hope so."

Back in Duncan's house, his little brother was busy doing his chores, which included taking out the trash, washing the dishes, sweeping the house, and getting the mail. After this the thirteen year old loved forward to watching Pokemon in their spacious living room. Walking in the door carrying letters in his hand, his mother looked up from where she sat and smiled, "What did we get this morning, love?"

"Uh.. bills.. bills.. a magazine subscription reminder.. another magazine subscription reminder.. oh! And a letter for Duncan, it's from Total Drama!"

His mother leaned in her chair a bit, "Oh? Well, I'm sure he'll love to get that. Go put it in his room, dear."

"Yes. ma'am. Then may I go watch Pokemon?" the boy asked hopefully.

"Well," the woman smiled, "I don't see why not. But be sure to give him the letter first."

The boy nodded and bounced up the stairs toward his brother's room. During Duncan's stay in jail, his little brother, Arthur, had gotten a bit use to being the only child. Both of his parents gave him extra love and attention and showered him with gifts and toys. But, he was still happy to have his big brother home. "Duncan?" he whispered as he knocked on the door, "Duncan?"

"What..?" Duncan groaned, tossing another opened letter on his hardwood floor.

"Mail for you!"

"Come in." he sighed, as if he wasn't already surrounded by letters! The last thing he needed was more. Looking up, cyan eyes watched the door open and in stepped a raven haired little boy with a wide, happy smile on his face. A soft smile crossing the punk's cold face as well.

"Here you go!" he chirped, handing his brother the letter before scurrying out of the green and black room and down stairs and into the living room, leaving his older brother to chuckle.

"Now, what's this?" the punk hummed, lifting the letter up to exam the front of the envelope. "Total Drama? Heh, and Chris said I'd ever see that stupid island again." Ripping the paper package open, he slid the letter out and quickly skimmed the page with a smirk. "Ahaha.. another season.. Well, looks like I'm going on another season." He chuckled, reaching over to grab the picture frame of his Princess. He sighed sadly, his smirk melting away "Maybe she'll talk to me this season.."

Hey! I found this story in my documents and it seemed to be interesting so I thought why not? Please be sure to comment any suggestions for challenges or team names/groups and even the predictions for who will be eliminated you have! I'd love to hear them. All I can say is, I think I'm going to stick with this story!