Author's note: just a quick fanfiction i started a while ago, this is not my first submission on this site, i had an account years ago, but lost all the information for it so i just made a new account.
based off of a rp betwen a few friends of mine, rerwritten in fic form, based from the final episode of TDWT, "Hawaiian Punch" (which means if you live in Canada, this contains large spoilers from that episode!) there are particular focuses on AleHeather, Duncney, Trewn, etc, with other couples coming later. i won't spoil the entire plot, but this is going to end up being pro DuncanxCourtney, Anti DuncanxGwen, pro GwenxTrent. if you don't like those pairings... too bad.
if i recieve any flames on the format/readability etc/whatever, i won't be nice about it. don't do it.
Full summary: after the finale of TDWT leaves destruction in it's wake. after having to flee the erupting volcano, the contestants wash up on another Hawaiian Island. they all have to learn to get along long enough to survive, but can things get any worse when Courtney's PDA picks up on a the signal from a nearby radar, which reveals a rather large destructive Hurricane heading towards the Hawaiian islands. to everyone's horror, Chris, Chef and Blaineley are already gone, and no one has any idea where Ezekiel ended up, leaving everyone to fend for themselves against each other. when it looks like the end, can the bridges that were burned be mended? how long will the calm before the storm last? will all of the contestants make it back to Canada in one peice? and Chris is in for a surprise when the parents of the "Missing" contestants confront him... this could end up badly for lawsuits...
I don't own Total Drama, but this is what would've happened in the world tour Finale if i did.
"is everyone okay?" Bridgette asked, a hint of fear in her voice, as she glanced around the 24 teenagers who had washed up on the island. she was more than relieved everyone had made it. she did however notice that Chris, Chef and Blaineley were mysteriously absent. only a few hours ago, every single one of the contestants had either been swimming for their lives, or had washed up on the beach, and passed out from exhaustion. now, some of them were starting to wake up. Bridgette noted that it didn't look like many of the others had woken up. at least they were there, though.
"i think we're good, babe," Bridgette turned her attention then to her boyfriend, Geoff who was laying on the sand on his stomach, a rather large bump on his head.
"oh Shmoopy-boo!" she got up and rushed to his side, to adress his injury. "Geoff, you hit your head!"
the party-boy looked confused and then got up, trying to shake off the dizzy-spell, so that Bridgette wouldn't worry.
"Naahh, i'm fine, Bridge. nothing to worry about," he patted her shoulder once he was on stable footing and not staggering. "but you should probably make sure the others are alright."
he nodded his head to Sierra who was flailing in the sand, her wheelchair beside her and over turned ontop of her, and Alejandro who was laying on his back, his limbs twisted and snapped in odd positons. despite that, he seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Sierra meanwhile was calling out for Cody in her sleep. or was that delirium?
everywhere Bridgette looked, her fellow contestants were in various states of dissarray and chaos. Heather rolled over onto her back, and reached out, trying to grasp something in her sleep, screaming at the green skinned "Freak" who'd been known as Ezekiel. most likely, Bridgette guessed acusing him of stealng her hard earned prize money. though, the surfer-chick was pleasantly surprised when Alejandro's name was mentioned as one of Heather's losses.
she continued her stroll along the beach.
Izzy was laughing, while she was unconscious, Trent was saying Gwen's name over and over again, and Courtney had washed up ontop of Duncan's chest. the punk had a smile on his face, but perhaps he thought it was his new girlfriend Gwen he was holding ontop of him. the CIT seemed happy for the first time in weeks. perhaps that she didn't know she was on her two-timing ex-boyfriend's chest. Gwen meanwhile was discarded farther off to the side, Trent was closer to her than Duncan was, Bridgette noted with a smile.
even further down, Bridgette spied the remaining contestants.
Justin laid sprawled out in an odd positon on the sand, as if he'd been trying to protect his "assets" from the molten rock shower earlier. and Lindsay and Beth were asleep together by Katie and Sadie, Cody was curled into a fetal position, Eva was holding onto a rock, Owen was laying on his side asleep, while Noah was being yet again crushed underneath him.
Dj and Leshawna were relatively close by each other, but Dj was suffering from a nightmare involving being attacked by various animals. which ones, Bridgette couldn't tell exactly, as his screaming was simply mindless terrified screaming. Harold was on his back, snoring, which was dangerously close to waking up Duncan, who seemed to be slowly coming to. Courtney was beginning to stir as well, and Gwen had just woken up.
"well, everyone accounted for?" Geoff asked as he saw Bridgette's returning form from farther down the beach.
"everyone except Ezekiel, Blaineley, Chris and Chef," Bridgette reported.
"anybody hurt?"
Bridgette shrugged. "Alejandro was trampled... Sierra's pinned under her wheel chair, Owen's crushing Noah, you hit your head on something... Dj's having nightmares about being attacked by animals again, and Duncan's going to harm Harold when he wakes up." she jabbed a thumb back in the direction she came.
"so we're looking at medical detail. great."
"i'll tell you what we're looking at!"
Bridgette and Geoff whirled around to see Courtney had suddenly woken up. the CIT stormed up the beach furiously, albeit with a small slight limp, she brandished her PDA, which seemed to be soaked through, as well and tried to get it to turn on.
"we are looking at GIGANTIC ENORMOUS LAWSUIT!" she cried. "GAH!"
Bridgette flinched. "Courtney, you're alive. good." she was a bit afraid of the CIT's current mood.
"i am going to SUE CHRIS out of HOUSE AND HOME! EVEN IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!" Courtney shouted furstrated.
"Ugh! could you keep it down? some of us are trying to sleep!"
"Heather?" Geoff's surprised tone gaveway to dissapointment. "you're alive, too."
the Queen bee glared at him, folding her arms. she then took the time to look around, inspecting her new surroundings.
"uhm, where are we?"
Bridgette frowned, sticking both hands into her hoodie, and looked around. "I'm not really sure," she replied half-heartedly.
"somewhere in Hawaii..." Courtney replied. the CIT had sat down comfortably, balancing on a rock right above where Owen was sleeping. she was pushing buttons on her PDA. "or at least that's what this says..." she frowned angrily at it. it was assumed it was still not working.
"We're still in Hawaii?"
"apparently," Bridgette sighed. "i guess after we all swam from the volcano... we just washed up on another one of the Hawaiian islands."
Geoff shrugged "hey, it could be worse. there could be another volcano..."
"it says there is one on the southside of this island." Courtney interrupted him, not looking up from her PDA. apparently she'd gotten it to work decently enough to get demographics of the island.
Geoff sighed.
"we could've all been crushed, or burned like Al over there."
"Gah! Ay! Que Diablos!"
Heather's attention was then ripped away from Geoff, Bridgette and Courtney to the pile of drenched teenagers. particularly, the one who'd just screamed something in spanish.
"Speak of the devil," Geoff muttered, reaching up to tip his hat. unfortanetly, he had lost it sometime ago in the escape from the main island, so he only tipped air.
"Alejandro?" Bridgette asked, startled.
"he sounds like he just woke up in a lot of pain," Geoff wasn't at all happy with the concerned look on her face.
"well, at least he's alive,"
Heather glared at him for his remark, and walked up the beach. she was glad Courtney wasn't paying any particular attention to what had just happened. the last thing she really needed was her flirting and fawning all over him. she then wanted to smack herself for that train of thought.
she didn't like Alejandro. so it didn't matter. she had wanted the money, so that's what she'd chosen.
still, the Queen bee shook off a shudder that seemed persistant to roll down her spine. she remembered the finale all too well. at the time, all that had mattered was the money... she'd have never chosen it over him if she'd known that Ezekiel would steal it, and she would end up with absolutely nothing in the long run, anyways.
she had meant to defeat him. but she never meant for him to get hurt.
Heather was a ruthless warrior. it'd been her backstabbing strategy that'd allowed her to survive the twisted game that was Total Drama... and she'd done horrible things that'd gotten her put up as the meanest female competitor the show had ever had. she was largely hated throughout canada as a result, and it had never mattered to her.
she'd read Gwen's diary, used Lindsay and Beth as her own personal pawns, and had gotten more people eliminated than she could've counted on both hands in her time on the show. she'd taken them all down, used them all as her personal stepping stones to the goal. for two seasons, she'd been the queen manipulator. then had come the gemmies... and then she'd met Alejandro...
yet, before, she'd not had a second thought, or batted an eye at anything she'd done. yet, perhaps her sabotage had gone just a step too far, this time.
she thought about it alot as she walked up the beach, to find where Alejandro had washed up. she decided to inspect her handywork in person. truthfully, after she'd left the beach, she hadn't known where he was, or what had happened to him after he'd flown off the edge of the volcano.
now though, she supposed she was about to get an answer...
Heather didn't have a difficult time finding him, at all. he was fairly easy to pick out of the crowd of 23 others. he wasn't drawing any kind of attention to himself, at all. though the one thing Heather did notice right away was that he was awake, and saw her approaching.
"YOU!"
Heather leapt back, partly in terror, partly from shock. she stared down at two menacing green eyes that were sizing her up from the sand. boring holes into her. she could have screamed.
"oh, h- hey Alejandro... i'm so glad to see you're awake... and may i say i've never been happier to-"
"save it for someone who will believe your lies, Heather." he hissed coldly. he coughed, Heather was assuming on volcanic ash.
"I'm not lying!" Heather fired back defensively. she tried to keep the hurt out of her voice. she'd really screwed up this time. she wondered if this would end up like Lindsay and Beth had. a through cursing out, and never speaking to, or trusting her again.
she knelt in the sand beside him on shaky, trembling, legs.
"I really am serious. i'm glad you're not dead," she tried telling him.
for a moment, this seemed to move him. a hint of a smile tugged at his mouth before he scowled up at her again.
"Mi Amor... after everything that happened between us... you betrayed me... a- after i made you promise not to!" the fire in his green eyes burned away for a moment, giving way to deep hurt. Heather wasn't ever sure she'd ever see him like that.
"A- After i told you i loved you... on national Tv!"
Heather nodded quickly. "I- I know, a- and you have to believe me, I never meant to...-"
he cut her off with a cold, malicious chuckle.
"Never meant to what, Heather? never meant to reject my real feelings for you? never meant to make me give up my one chance at one million dollars? never meant to ruin my life by leaving me for dead?"
Heather flinched.
"Look, i already said i was sorry...-"
"No Acepto la disculpa." he cut her off again, this time in spanish.
"that means...?" Heather asked.
"roughly, I don't accept your apology."
Heather's face fell. she then glared at him, and got up, dusting off the sand on her onto him on purpose.
Alejandro choked and coughed on it, and then glared up at her. ignoring the pain, he reached up with one of his mangled arms and grabbed Heather's leg, pulling her back down to the ground.
"Ugh! I get that you're mad at me, but let go of my leg!" Heather angrily shouted at him. she tried swatting him away, to no avail.
"remember Alberta?" Alejandro growled, pinning her into the sand. "I knew i shouldn't have trusted you. i should've left you in that hole!"
Heather's eyes widened, and she tried shoving his face away from hers. "i cannot believe you just said that!" despite having alot of twisted, broken and mangled limbs, he was still surprisingly strong...
"oh you better believe it!" Alejandro countered, he tried to push her off of him, but ended up putting both of them in a very comprimising position as they both toppled over into the sand.
"get off!"
"you get off me!" Heather ordered.
the argument caused a minor stir, and had seemingly woken up some of the others who were nearby...
"well well, what do we have here?" Noah's sarcastic voice loomed over the couple wrestling in the sand. the cynical bookworm looked genuinely amused by this new development. and by looking at him, you could tell Owen had accidentally crushed him, again.
"looks to me like they don't hate each other after all," Izzy added cleverly.
"Aww! i knew you two always looooved each other." Owen gushed.
Alejandro cursed something in spanish. Heather looked completely mortified.
"you all have FIVE SECONDS to get out of here and forget what you saw, or else i'll-!" Heather threatened.
Alejandro smirked at her. despite the fact he was mad about the total phiasco on the volcano, the attraction to Heather most certainly still exsisted. unfortanetly, she was too busy to notice that...
"or what?" Duncan taunted. "talk me to death about your denial that you two are lame for each other?"
Heather snarled. he just had to bring up economy class in Africa...
"YOU ARE SO DEAD!"
"Bring it on Queeny! i've dealt with way worse chicks than you in Juvie!"
Courtney looked up from her PDA, as did Geoff and Bridgette, who were trying to wake up Dj who was still thrashing wildly, trying to protect himself from imaginary animals who were apparently attacking him in his sleep. Gwen was awake now, Trent sat beside her, Cody was clinging to a coconut tree, while Harold slept peacefully, face down in Leshawna's chest. by the look on her face, she was not at all amused.
"Duncan?" the CIT got up and then wandered down the beach, to where the commotion was coming from. for some reason, she started to jog, then run faster as she heard Duncan's crying out in pain.
"Duncan?"
she stopped herself at the rock that divided the north and south side of the beach. her heart was racing and she didn't really know why.
why was she concerned for a two-faced, two-timing jerk-wad who'd cheated on her? on national TV? it took Courtney a moment or two to answer this question, and in this time she heard him squeal, and collapse to the sand.
what she saw was Heather standing over Duncan, a foot on his back, dusting her hands. from the way Duncan was laying, Heather had just smashed his kiwis, in the same fashion she had with Alejandro's on the volcano. a triumphant satisfied smile on her face.
speaking of Alejandro, he was laying in the sand nearby, a hand on his chin, watching Heather with a dreamy look on his face.
"Ella es mi alma gemela." he sighed happily. it was quite obvious that despite everything on world tour, he still disliked Duncan. and still very much loved Heather.
the rest of the spectators, Izzy, Owen, and Noah looked mildly uncomfortable at the turn of events. particularly Noah and Owen. Izzy looked rather amused.
that's when Courtney revealed herself to be a fourth spectator.
"what's going on down here?" she asked, to have several sets of eyes land on her.
Duncan groaned, and glanced up.
"P-Princ- Princess?" he squeaked.
Heather stepped on him, ignoring Courtney.
"that is what you get for bringing up what Blaineley said."
she then turned to her former team mate.
"oh hey Courtney," she smiled, and glanced down at Duncan under her foot. "i took care of Duncan for you," she offered.
the delinquent groaned once more.
Courtney's face wasn't satisfied with that comment. "uhm... thanks, Heather,"
she sounded rather uncomfortable, and she was. as she glanced down at Duncan, she wondered once again why she'd cared so much to rush and see if he was okay. he'd cheated on her on national TV. and then, to add insult to injury, he'd never apologized for it, and hadn't broken up with Gwen.
...so why did she think she cared now?
she'd hated his guts only a day ago, when they'd all been running- or, swimming for their lives. it was true most of her anger had been directed at Gwen, because she'd trusted her, and thought she was her friend. but Duncan had hurt her more, because she'd liked him. alot. dare she even think... loved him?
no way. how could she ever have loved that... no good, rude, arrogant, two timing...mischevious, dangerous, tattoed bad boy with danger oozing from every pore...
wait, what?
she wanted to smack herself for that thought.
"Is everyone okay?" Bridgette came running towards the end of the beach where everyone else was gathered. "we heard screaming..."
Geoff followed her. "well, more like squealing...?" he glanced down at Duncan, suspicions confirmed, and then closed his mouth. nothing more needed to be said.
"what happened here?" Bridgette asked, glancing around at the group of teenagers. there was alot of questions that could have been asked of the situation.
"oh it was nothing, Duncan just mentioned something about how Heather and Alejandro were sooo meant for each other according to Blaineley, because they were making out in the sand-"
Alejandro and Heather both looked horrified.
"uhm, before you go believing that psycho hose beast, for the record, Alejandro and i were NOT making out! i was trying to get him off me!" Heather shouted.
"that's what she said," Harold wheezed in the distance. Leshawna rolled her eyes as she got up from the sand, dusting herself off.
the couple's protests were ignored, and Izzy continued with her simplistic explanation.
"and then Heather got mad and smashed his kiwis." Izzy explained. "but then, like Courtney showed up and Heather was all "i took care of him for you, cause he cheated on you! and he deserved it!" and Courtney was like "yeah okay, thanks," and then you guys showed up, all like "whoa, what happened here, we heard screaming, thought someone was being chopped up!" or something like that." she laughed.
Geoff and Bridgette stared at Izzy's recount of the events for a moment, before nodding.
"uhm... okay, thanks Izzy." Bridgette awkwardly said.
"so she smashed your kiwis? rough man," Geoff hung over Duncan.
Duncan grunted, and glanced up at the party-boy, "word of advice man, don't say anything about Al and Heather." he shuddered. "you'll regret it."
Bridgette looked around, at the teens gathered at this end of the beach. "Alejandro, can you walk?" she asked.
Alejandro raised an eyebrow at her, before pushing himself up off the sand with his mangled arms for less than a minute, only to come down a second later, face down in the sand.
"Augh! No." he groaned.
"we'll need someone to carry him back to the other side of the beach," Bridgette murmurred.
Geoff looked around. "I don't know, we could just leave him here until he recovers a bit?" it was still obvious Geoff had not forgotten the 'accidental' kiss in the yukon between his surfer-chick girlfriend and the latin liar.
"he could get washed off the beach again, and it'll be dark soon, we can't let him starve," Bridgette stated bluntly.
Geoff rolled his eyes and sighed. "he wouldn't be alone! Heather's here, and he's majorly into her!"
Heather's cheeks turned a dark red and she glowered at Geoff. Alejandro smirked.
"what would Heather do?" Bridgette shook her head. "no arguments, even if he is evil... he's still technically a contestant... until we get rescued, we have to try to keep everyone alive, Geoff."
Geoff sighed.
"fiiiine. so whose gonna carry him? i'm not doing it, and neither are you, Bridge."
Bridgette rolled her eyes, and sighed.
"let's see... what about Eva? she has nothing against him... or Dj? no... or... Owen?"
the obese blonde looked over, "what?"
"can you pick up Alejandro and carry him back to the other side of the beach?"
Owen glanced at Alejandro, who laid on the sand, and the displeased look on Alejandro's face.
"sure, i don't see why not."
he reached down, picking him up.
"Great, thanks owen." Bridgette smiled. "i guess we should head back to the other side of the beach to check on everyone else,"
Geoff sighed, and started walking off.
Heather got up, chuckling and half smiled at Alejandro, following Owen as he walked off with him.
"I'm just gonna go now..." Noah murmurred, following Owen. Izzy bounded after him, doing backflips and handstands on the sand, laughing maniacally all while.
Bridgette walked after everyone else, before turning back to Courtney and Duncan.
"you two gonna be okay? or should we come back for Duncan?"
Courtney offered her a quick smile and shook her head. "n- no no, i can handle it... i'll just bring him..."
Bridgette nodded. "I'll send Owen back anyways once Alejandro is situated." she then walked off.
Courtney nodded, faking the smile and waved to Bridgette. she then slightly frowned, and dropped to her knees beside him in the sand. Duncan seemed confused by this.
"P- Princess? is that you?" Duncan asked weakly. he squinted up at her.
"I'm here, Duncan." Courtney sighed. "you should know better than to irritate Heather."
"couldn't help it... had to be said." Duncan managed with a half grin.
Courtney rolled her eyes. "you know, you did kinda deserve that."
"how did i deserve it, exactly?"
Courtney's face remained gravely serious. it then occured to the delinquent that this wasn't at all about what he'd said to Heather. this was about Gwen...
"oh come on, Princess... you can't still be mad about that."
" well, I am!" she sighed, looking down she clenched her hands into fists on her lap.
"you made a fool of me, on national tv!" Courtney snapped at him.
Duncan's face fell, and he sighed.
"Princess, look, i really don't know what happened, but it happened. can we move on and forget about it? it's not a big deal... it's not like i ever asked Gwen out. it was just a kiss."
"just a kiss? you kissed her twice, Duncan! and then denied it happened, to my face!" Courtney fired back.
Duncan rolled his eyes.
"you did not just roll your eyes at me, Duncan! i have half a mind to just leave you here all night, you know!"
"oh sorry, i wasn't aware you were actually planning to help me." he said sarcastically. "here i was under the impression you hated my guts. right, princess?"
Courtney just sat in silence for a minute and glared at him. if their relationship was the same as it was before, when there was nothing else to say in their arguments, the silence would be filled by making out. not this time.
her dark eyes just stayed locked on him where she sat. he just laid there, looking at her. watching, waiting for any kind of reaction. a frustrated outburst, more lecturing and scolding. anything.
instead, Courtney's mouth didn't open, and she said nothing else.
this worried him more than he wanted to admit.
"i was going to," Courtney said quietly. she then got up, dusting the sand off of her, and turned away from him.
"wait, so now you're gonna just leave? princess!"
Courtney didn't say anything else. she just got up, and started back up the beach.
"princess? courtney, come on!" Duncan called after her.
Owen passed her on her way back up the beach, "Hey Courtney, is Duncan still-"
"he's fine." she snapped, and passed him by.
Owen blinked, staring at her for a minute, before he walked up to where the delinquent laid in the sand.
"man, dude what did you do to make her so mad?"
"you mean Princess? she's just in one of her moods."
"I HEARD THAT, DUNCAN!" Courtney's furious voice echoed from farther up the beach.
"see what i mean?" Duncan jabbed a thumb farther up the shore.
Owen nodded,
"so, big guy you gonna help me?" Duncan asked hopefully.
Owen shrugged "that's what Bridgette told me to do,"
on the otherside of the beach, Geoff and Bridgette sat around a fire, while Sierra and Alejandro sat and laid on the beach respectively, watching Heather and Gwen fighting.
Sierra was commenting on the statistics on her fan blogs on the Gweather Rivalry, and Alejandro was determined to prove that Heather was a stronger player than Gwen, being that she had won the finals, where Gwen had only made it to second place. though, the latin liar found that arguing with a total Drama super-fan who literally knew everything about the show was a pretty futile effort.
"I still say Heather is a stronger player. she's clever, and quick witted, her strategy is full proof. that is why Mi Amor won the game, and Gwen did not."
"but Gwen did make it to the final two of total drama island. and she would've gone farther if it wouldn't have been for Trent throwing challenges for her in Total Drama Action." she paused, to contemplate what she was going to say next.
"as for World Tour, i'm not really sure what happened, but it was Courtney's fault she got voted off."
"you helped her vote Gwen off, if i recall, Sierra," Alejandro corrected her.
"well of course i did! duh! Gwen didn't deserve to stay after she what she did to Courtney! it was almost as down-handed as Heather tricking Trent into kissing her to hurt Gwen in the first season!"
Alejandro nodded, then froze, wide eyed.
"wait...Trent kissed Heather? My Heather? M-Mi Amor...?"
Sierra raised an eyebrow at him.
"I- I mean not mine, but-"
"Save it. i know you loooove her." she rolled her eyes at him.
"What? I- I do not love her! Heather betrayed me! w- we are sort of allies, i suppose, but i don't love her!"
"you. are. in. complete. denial. that is so sad." Noah said in a sarcastic deadpan.
Alejandro glared at him.
"I am not!"
"You tooootally are. like, Omg. it's sooo obvious. you're probably the only guy in the history of the show to actually like Heather! no one likes Heather! she's Evil!"
"but then so is he. they're perfect for each other," Noah added.
"Shut up, Noah!" Alejandro ordered.
Bridgette laughed softly. Geoff put an arm around his girlfriend's shoulder, pulling her close. Bridgette smiled, and leaned on Geoff's shoulder.
the rest of the contestants had woken up sometime earlier, and were gathered around the main area of the beach.
Justin was endlessly complaining about his complexion being ruined by the sea-water and molten ash from the volcano, fretting that his agent would drop him if he found out when and if he ever got off the island, to the great annoyance of Lindsay and Beth, who were discussing how it seemed like this had happened before. Lindsay continued to question where the camera crew was, and what the reward for this challenge was. Beth kept trying to reassure her BFFL, that they weren't on the show anymore, which also proved quite futile.
"my face is all dried out! and there's not a good exfoliating cream for miles! by the time we get rescued, or not, my agent will drop me as the sponsor for that new contract!" Justin fretted.
Beth rolled her eyes at the male-model's dilemma. she'd had enough of his self-absorbedness on the second season.
"okay, we're totally not stranded, Chip would never do that... i bet Chip and Chef Hacker made this our Challenge!" Lindsay said matter-of-factly.
"except that Chris is gone already!" Courtney replied frustratedly to the blonde princess's pure stupidity. "and so is Chef and Blaineley! they left us here, Lindsiot! this isn't a part of the show!" she then went back to her PDA, something interesting on the radar on her screen. she frowned, and then glanced out over the water. the green swirl headed for the island made her stomach sink slightly. an ominous feeling she couldn't quite shake...
"Wait, Chris and Chef and that fake blonde schemer left us here?" Leshawna exploded.
Bridgette nodded from the fire. "they were gone when we all woke up. either Blaineley, Chef and Chris are somewhere else on the island, or they found a way off and left us all here."
"i never could trust Chris," Alejandro muttered crossly.
"same here! i really don't get what my mom sees in him," Sierra spat. she was obviously still cross over the fact that Chris had attempted to leave her in Alberta. Cody sat on the ground beside her. her wheelchair had been lost in the original escape from the erupting volcano.
"I'm sure if Chris could've taken us all in the helicopter he would've... he hates getting sued," Cody suggested.
"He's gonna get so majorly sued for this!" Courtney fumed. she pushed several buttons on her PDA, only to presented with the radar screen again. ...the swirl was closer than it was before... that was odd.
Across the fire, the remaining campers sat. Izzy was laughing to herself about something, her voice changing pitch and tone. it was assumed her alter-egos had taken over her conscious mind again. this time it sounded like a lover's quarell between Brainzilla and Explosivo. Owen was complaining about how they didn't have any food, only to be told by Bridgette they'd go looking and exploring to find whatever was there tommorow, and Duncan and Gwen laughed to themselves secretly about the time Chris had made them both, plus Heather and Owen think they were stranded on a island just upstream from Camp Wawanakwa. particularly talking about Owen and how he'd gone insane from only a few hours of isolation, and how likely it was that'd happen again.
Courtney glared at them both.
Trent meanwhile looked rather sad. he'd lost his guitar before the finale, leaving it in the hotel room that he'd had with the other members of the drama brothers (minus Cody, of course). the plan to flee for their young lives off the island by swimming to another one had never been anywhere in the plans for the day, so it'd been left behind. he didn't even have that to keep him busy, and his mind off of Gwen.
he missed her. he wouldn't admit infront of anyone now, but seeing his ex-girlfriend and one of the guys on the island he'd thought of as a kind of friend for a while, it was pretty hurtful. if Trent was a more vengeful person, he'd have placed all of the blame for his season 2 break up with Gwen squarely on Duncan's shoulders. but, the musician was too nice to do that. it had been partly his fault. he probably shouldn't have been throwing challenges... but he'd only wanted to help Gwen win this time. what was wrong with that? he'd deserved to be voted off. his team would have done it sooner or later, anyways.
it still hurt, though.
and another thing that made him even more angry, was that Duncan had singlehanded destroyed two relationships. His own with Courtney, and His with Gwen. Courtney's suspicions had proved dead on the mark months before the accident in the confessional in London. he'd made it a point, at Courtney's suggestion to watch the third season from the aftermath studio, to keep an eye on both Duncan and Gwen. she'd suggested Gwen wasn't trust worthy, and unfortanetly, she'd been right. yet, at the time it'd been more of a point to prove Gwen was really trying to take Duncan from her, and that he was being faithful to her, with Gwen the one at fault. he remembered sitting on the green room couch the night that episode had aired. the hollow feeling he'd gotten had been like when he'd found out Gwen had voted him off the second season. only, worse this time.
Gwen hadn't even been his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend then. and it had still hurt just as much.
"remember when Chris let the camp flood and he made us think we all were stranded on another island?"
"dude, all i remember is Owen's beard and ." Duncan chipped in. "if he gets lost, who knows what could happen."
Gwen supressed a soft chuckle, too. "i guess...better make sure he stays with the group, then... we have no idea where we are, or what wild animals are lurking around waiting to eat one of us alive,"
Duncan grinned, and slung his arm around her shoulders.
"He used to do that with me," Courtney muttered under her breath, and through gritted teeth.
"taking the break-up a little hard?" Sierra offered.
Courtney shot her a death look. the super fan nodded and didn't ask anymore questions.
"I- I'll take that as a yes for now..."
Harold sat on the sand beside Leshawna, and glanced up at Courtney. in any normal circumstance, the CIT probably still hated him. but while they were all at the major disadvantage of being stranded, perhaps a bit of friendly advice could make her hate him less? it was worth a shot, anyways.
"don't waste your time on Duncan," he wheezed. "he's a big bully."
"says the one who rigged the votes and got me kicked off?" Courtney asked. okay, clearly she wasn't over that bump in the road, just quite yet...
"Duncan already tortured me for that!" Harold exclaimed. he then covered his mouth with his hands. "Crap, i shouldn't have said that."
Courtney looked surprised by this. she then glanced at Duncan.
Leshawna, Harold's off-again-on-again girlfriend nodded. she was going to offer a peice of her mind, as well. even though she didn't really like Courtney much, either.
"as much as i have to agree, he's bad news, girl. just like evil-jandro over there." she jabbed a thumb back at Alejandro and Heather. "you'd be better off without him."
"Maybe..."
Courtney's eyes remained locked on the green haired delinquent. she hugged her knees to her chest, and looked down. things just got slightly more confusing. but was what Harold said true? Duncan had beat him up for getting her kicked off...? when had this happened? why hadn't she known he'd done something so... sweet?
she shook her head.
"Thanks, Leshawna. i'll think about it."
"no problem, girl." Leshawna smiled.
Courtney sighed, and then looked back at her PDA. something was nagging her that this was something that should've probably been known about...
"well, now that everyone's here, and everyone... for the most part is alright, we need to set up a camp."
"we'll also need a leader of that camp," Heather interrupted, "as i won last season, i suggest i do it."
Courtney got up from her rock, walking up to Heather.
"Excuse me Heather, but i'm the only one here with actual CIT training experience. i'm very well certified to handle disasters like this. i should be the one who leads us."
Heather rolled her eyes. "no offence Courtney, but i think we'd be best trusting me, since i'm not sure you're sane enough to handle that."
Courtney glared. "what is that suppost to mean?"
"it means, last season you went full tilt loco, i don't think we should trust you to keep all of us safe."
"it's true. Courtney threatened to let Tyler, and Dj and my cody-kins fall to their deaths in the total drama drama drama island reunion special!" Sierra added.
Courtney glared at her. "not helping, Sierra!" she then turned back to Heather.
"i should be the leader, Heather! l- look at this!" Courtney took out her PDA and thrust it in the Queen bee's face. she'd been waiting for the perfect time to present everyone with her discovery. now seemed as good of a time as any. it'd help her win the argument, anyways. Courtney saw that as an advantage, and a fair one at that.
"what is that...?" Heather asked, her gray eyes were locked on it, slowly widening with horror.
"is that...?" Bridgette pointed to the screen, the look on her face was a mixture of horror, and shock.
"oh man, WE'RE TOTALLY HOSED, BROS!" geoff fretted.
"HOLY FRICKIN CRAP!" Gwen shouted.
"OMG!" Sierra gasped.
"GOSH!" harold wheezed.
"DIOS MIO!" Alejandro exclaimed.
Katie and Sadie screamed in unison, Dj screamed, and then fainted. Noah just stared. Izzy stared with a blank expression on her face. Cody jumped into Sierra's arms, Trent looked horrified, even Eva looked a little scared. but, no one of the 24 teenagers summarized what everyone else was thinking like Owen did.
"GREAT GOBS OF CHUTNEY! IS THAT COMING HERE?" Owen cried.
Courtney nodded, a look of fear in her dark eyes.
"WE'RE ALL GONNA DI- I- I- I- I- I- I- EEEEEEEE!" he dropped to his knees, sobbing hysterically.
"Owen! get ahold of yourself!" Izzy marched over to her overweight boyfriend and smacked him across the face twice.
"alright people, now the situation is bad! we don't have any food, or any shelter, and n- now there is a hurricane heading straight for this island." Courtney said. her voice was strong, but it was obvious she was trying to hide her own fear.
"we need a leader! s- since i was a CIT, i nominate myself!"
"wait a second! Courtney's not a suitable leader!" Heather tried to insist, "Pick me!" but Gwen cut her off.
"Look, as much as I hate to say this- Courtney is the most- suited of us, to handle a situation like this. second would be Bridgette...or even Izzy." the goth seemed to hesitate as she spoke, which got skeptical looks from the CIT. but, after all of that, a rare, real smile.
"Thanks, Gwen." Courtney nodded a smile to her bitter rival. it seemed trivial to focus on that now. with the question of survival at hand.
"a- any ways... according to this, the storm is about 6 hours away. we need to establish a safe shelter and a source of food and water before then!" Courtney instructed, holding her PDA up for everyone to see. she paused for a moment.
"Wait, if that thing is 6 hours away... that means..." Heather trailed off
"Chris must've known about it!" Bridgette concluded.
"that's why he and Chef took off!" Geoff fumed.
"THAT DESPICIABLE MAN!" Sierra exploded.
among the group, there was a panicked murmur, and many of them began to plan Chris's sudden, unfortanate demise. Courtney noticed that the attention had been drawn away form her. that needed to be fixed.
"ahem..." she waited, and no one turned to look at the CIT.
"QUIET!"
this put all eyes back on her. not all of them happy, but at the moment, that didn't matter.
" Ahem. my first order as leader is to secure these resources to ensure we all survive. as such," she swiveled on her heels, as if selecting a victim from the 23 other teenagers gathered around her. she finally selected the overweight jolly Owen as that victim.
"Owen, hand over your junk food stash!"
"what? but my caramel chewies and nanaimo bars!" the big blonde whined.
Izzy smacked him again. "it's for survival, solider!"
the tone Izzy's voice became at that moment was a new one to all of the 24 campers.
"that's interesting," Sierra mused. "could the infamous miss Isabella "Izzy" Esquire Escope Explosivo Brainzilla be developing yet another new alter-ego persona? what a shocking and sudden development!" the super fan looked around and then cursed.
"Crap! and me without my laptop to blog it for the fanbase!" this earned a few creeped out stares from the others around where Sierra sat on the sand.
"you know, i'm from Hawaii... maybe i could go into town, talk to some of the locals... find us a way off the island? you know, that is what you're suppost to do in a hurricane?" Justin suggested.
"especially one of that size?" he added in a panicked voice, pointing to Courtney's PDA screen.
"according to this, this is one of the unpopulated Islands, Justin," Courtney informed him. "no towns."
the male model sighed dramatically, then dropped to his knees.
"alright. that was my plan. i'm doooooomed!"
Courtney rolled her eyes. "Lindsay, Beth, help him up. we can't afford anyone going crazy now." her eyes darted slowly towards Owen. she'd watched the camp castaways Episode. his sanity was questionable just from that. and the situation was just too familar for her, or anyone else's comfort.
the ditzy blonde remained at her boyfriend, the wannabe jock Tyler's side, the heels of her boots dug into the sand, a defiant look on her face. "No!"
Courtney frustratingly sighed. "Katie, Sadie?"
the two best friends bounded to the male model's side without a second thought to the request, and picked him up off the sand. most of the lifting on Sadie's part, while Katie seemed to struggle. apparently Justin weighed more than his comp card let people believe.
"if anyone else has any kind of food rations on them, it is absolutely imparitive you hand them over, so we can build a stash before we go looking for extra food." Courtney ordered. her dark eyes searched the group.
"all i have on me is my secret spice," Dj said, he dug into his pocket, producing a small jar of red flakes. he handed it to Courtney.
Courtney then took it and inspected the bottle, "it'll have to do for a start." she'd obviously been expecting more. she then looked at the group again.
Beth stepped forward, then Bridgette, the surfer giving up a chocolate bar, Cody was jabbed in the side by Sierra to give up what candy stash he'd been carrying on him since Rapa Nui. the peanut buttercups and chocolates Alejandro had taunted him with during the challenge, as well as small bits of things left over from Team Amazon's win in New York. surprisingly, people had also stashed things away from first class on the plane, and what was to be assumed as the Hotel that the peanut gallery and aftermath guests had been staying in just prior to aftermath's room service reserves. Sierra handed over the packets of the so proclaimed "love tea" she'd gotten in china. Owen's stash had the most wealth, Caramel Chewies, Potato chips of several different flavors, Nanaimo Bars, odds and ends of Chocolates, Gummies, Cheese puffs, and other various junk foods everyone knew he'd had largely stock piled since season 1. the contents also yeilded some health food, and in a few short minutes there was a smile pile of junk food on the rock beside Courtney. most of it, belonging to Owen.
"that's a start," the CIT said, inspecting the smallness of the pile. "we'll need more. just incase we don't get rescued right after the storm's over."
"you mean you're actually planning on having us stay put here?" Justin exclaimed. "I'm from Hawaii! the one thing you're NEVER suppost to do is stay put!"
Courtney once again ignored him, turning back towards the food stash. "we have no other choice," she repeated, going down the line again to confiscate whatever food means the other contestants had on them.
"Chris is already gone. and we all know he's not going to bother sending search and rescue after us!"
Courtney managed to secure three more chocolate bars and some unchewed gum off Harold. she added this to the stash and then turned. "someone's been holding out..." she muttered. she then turned, narrowing on the suspect.
"alright, cough it up."
"i don't know what you're talking about," Duncan retorted, almost in a mocking tone. this was reminding him of when Courtney would interrogate him on the island about his supposed wrong doings.
"i know you have to have some junk food on you somewhere. we'll all starve if you don't hand it over, so do it." Courtney repeated.
Duncan snorted and rolled his eyes at her, a smug grin tugged at his mouth.
"whatever you say, Warden."
Courtney glared at him, an outstretched hand to collect the withheld junk food.
"Now, Duncan."
the delinquent sighed, rolled his eyes a final time and rummaged in his pockets. withdrawing a chocolate bar, some kind of jerky, a half-eaten bag of chips that'd obviously been in his pocket sometime, as the contents were reduced to a fine salty dill-pickle scented powder and something that wasn't food at all, but a wooden trinket he'd obviously carved. he quickly shoved that back into his pocket, before Courtney could see. the CIT's curiousity was peaked only for a moment.
"what was that?"
"what was...what?"
"that thing in your pocket?"
"since when are my pocket contents any of your buisness, Princess?"
Courtney had to think of a reason to demand he hand this over, too.
"it could be something useful! like a pocket knife, or a lighter... and i know you have one of those on you."
"it's not a lighter, or a pocket knife."
"then what?"
"none of your buisness, how bout?" he shoved it farther down into his pocket, and rolled his eyes at her.
"...whatever." Courtney gave up, snatching the food means, and turned her back on the delinquent.
"alright, that's a start for food rations... but obviously, we're still going to need more..."
"we could look around the island for fruit? Bananas, Coconuts, or Pineapples?" Bridgette suggested.
Alejandro and Heather simultaneously shuddered. bad memories of the finale coming to mind. as did Leshawna, from her allergy.
Owen looked around at the mention of coconuts. "?"
"that sounds like a great idea, babe," Geoff agreed.
"we could try fishing," Duncan suggested. "I'll gut some fishies." he whipped out his pocket knife out of the same pocket he'd shoved whatever the wood thing had been in.
Bridgette glared at him.
"all great suggestions," Courtney agreed. "so, what's left is water and shelter."
"all we have is sea water," Gwen pointed out.
"and filtering it to be drinkable clean water takes days. it's a very intricate process of evaporating...and we don't have that time!" Harold wheezed.
Courtney nodded. "that's true... so we'll need a clean source of water."
"we could use Rain water?" Bridgette suggested. "Hurricanes produce a ton of rain."
"good luck getting any of it to stay in anything," Justin intejected. "it blows sideways." this seemed to instantly deflate any of Bridgette's hope for that suggestion working.
"it could still work." Courtney interjected, "we'd just need something to hold water in..."
"I could weave us a container!" Sierra suggested. she looked around. "I just need some grass."
"i'm sure there's some in that jungle looking area over there...?" Cody pointed.
Gwen and Heather shuddered. the memories of being held at spear point by the zing-zings in the amazon came to mind just looking at the darkness leading into the jungle in the distance. Gwen was the most freaked out. perhaps because she remembered that so well... the x-ray glasses, the epipen... well, actually things got fuzzy after that... even Courtney looked a bit un nerved by that idea, the bad memories of the amazon phiasco reccuring to her, as well. but the fearless leader, miss CIT swallowed that pride for the good of the group.
"great! we'll look there for extra food, possibly a shelter, and some grass so Sierra can help us collect clean water," Courtney listed off. she pulled out her PDA, to check on the storm's progress.
"we only have a few hours to get all of this done," she informed everyone. "so we'll have to split up."
"whoa, we have no idea where we are, or what rabid wild animals are lurking around in the jungle in there! do you really think that's a good idea?" Dj fretted.
"n- not that i'm afraid of animals... it's my curse... and-" Leshawna cut him off.
"for the last time, Dj! it's all in your head!"
"but the baby seal, and the turtle, and the goat and-!" Everyone ignored Dj as he rattled on, listing off the many animals he'd hurt thanks to his curse in the last season.
"alright! Duncan can stay on this beach and fish, since it was his idea..." Courtney said. she looked at the delinquent. "but that means he'll have to catch alot of fish... twenty or so."
"that won't be a problem." Duncan chuckled, walking off towards the surf to start fishing.
Courtney sighed, calling after him.
"just make sure you fill your quota, Duncan!" he didn't respond, being too far off to hear Courtney's request.
"as for the rest of you, we'll need to split up the work load...and work twice as hard."
there was a collective groan, but Courtney's firm glare ended that quickly.