Hey!

After writing 'A Night In A Haunted House' last year for Halloween, I decided I wanted to write a holiday fanfiction every year. What better holiday than Valentines Day?

I was mostly inspired by a movie of the same title. The idea of different stories intertwining into one facinates me.

So, here's my first cartoon X-over.

Code Lyoko, Total Drama Island, and Xiaolin Showdown.

Code Lyoko: All the kids moved to NY after they graduated and the Super Computer was shut down.

TDI: This one is AU. The show never actually happened. Instead, all the contestants went to the same high school in NY.

Xiaolin Showdown: Kimiko moved to NY after an argument with her father over his company. He wanted her to take over, but she wanted a career in fashion.

Hope that clears some things up.

And also, big thanks to my beautiful and talented beta, AnimeAddict2323232. You truly are a treasure.

Enjoy! And review!

~xTAx

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Two is Better Than One.

February 14, 2011 3:49a.m.

"A lion? No, a giraffe. Wait, wait...a dragon?"

Heather rolled her eyes at her computer screen, "It's a turtle! See the shell?" She held up her drawing to her web cam.

"Shell? I thought that was just a giant birth mark."

"Oh you are so hilarious," she said sarcastically. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Almost four. Geez, we've been at this for five hours."

"And I'm still winning."

"That's just because I can actually draw." Harold laughed through the screen. They did this almost every night. They would chat for hours about the most ridiculous things, things that they would never think to bring up in mixed company. Sometimes they had serious, heart felt talks. Harold would tell her about his relationship issues and Heather would talk about her nonexisting ones.

"So, you know what day it is, don't you?" Harold asked.

"Uhm.. Monday?"

He laughed, "I meant Valentines Day, dork."

"Oh, sure, I'm the dork. I see your Star Wars posters back there," she grinned. "Are you and Leshawna going to the Caligans' party?"

"Unfortunately. I don't know, I wish we could just have a simple date, you know? A nice dinner, a corny romance movie, and just enjoy each others company. Why does everything have to be so flashy?" He shook his head, "Sorry, I'm rambling. How about you? Are you going?"

"Yep, I'm Duncan and Courtney's third wheel."

"Sounds exciting."

"Oh, it should be." Heather yawned. "I should really be getting to bed."

He smiled, "Alright. Goodnight, Heather."

"Goodnight," she smiled before shutting off her computer.

It was odd, Heather thought. She had hated Harold in high school. She was the popular cheerleader and he was just the dorky chess captain. Back then, she wouldn't have been caught dead in the same room as him. Now, she looked forward to their virtual rendezvous each night. Something about him made her feel more comfortable than she ever had. And, as crazy as it sounds, some part of her wished that he would be taking her on a Valentines date, not Leshawna.

She crawled into her bed and soon drifted off to another world. A world where it wasn't Valentines Day, and she wasn't Heather Young.

February 14, 2011 6:30a.m.

Beep Beep Beep

Kimiko smacked her annoying alarm clock with a slender hand. God, how she hated mornings. The sun shone blindingly through her light curtains. Water gently fell from the shutters, a reminder of last weeks storm. How she wished the snow had stayed, so that, maybe, she could lay in bed for once. Her relocation to New York was starting to look like a bad idea.

Grudgingly, she walked to her bathroom for a shower.

New York living was hard, especially coming from Japan. She didn't know anyone, and prejudices lurked around every corner. She had to settle for a job in retail, working at a dress shop in the mall. Her hours were ridiculous, considering she was one of two employees, one of which was the boss and didn't feel it was her duty to run the register. Working at the mall did, however, have a few advantages. One: it gave her some fashion input, which was helpful for some of her new designs. And two: She had made a friend, which made her life much easier.

She turned up the radio as she brushed her teeth. This was requested by Trent, who said, 'Here's our song. I love you, babe. Happy Valentines Day.' The radio host announced before playing a slow pop song.

I remember what you wore on our first day.

You came into my life and I thought hey,

You know this could be something.

Kimiko gagged on her toothbrush. Was that today? This was great. Valentines Day and prom were the two worst days to work in a dress shop, because everyone waited until the last minute to shop. Now she had to work overtime and watch all the happy-not-a-care-in-the-world couples run around picking dresses for their dates.

'Cause everything you do and words you say,

You know that it all takes my breath away,

And now I'm left with nothing.

Not that she wouldn't like to be one of those couples, in fact, she would give almost anything. But she didn't want some random city boy. No, they were jerks. She could think of one person she wouldn't mind spending Valentines Day with, but she hadn't heard from him in so long...

So maybe it's true,

That I can't live without you.

And maybe two is better than one.

But there's so much time,

To figure out the rest of my life.

And you've already got me coming undone.

And I'm thinking two,

Is better than one.

She tried calling once, holding her breath with each ring, desperately wanting to hear his voice. But, eventually she gave up. She had waited too long. If she hadn't been so caught up in the big move, maybe she would've called earlier. They could have met up, talked, and maybe something would have happened. Now he was probably on a beach some where in Rio, a beautiful girl at his side, not giving Kimiko a second thought.

The thing that irked her was that he had spoken to Clay and Omi. If he had enough time to talk to them, why not her? They were best friends, weren't they?

Maybe their slight flirting and affection was only a matter of coincidence. She was, after all, the only female at the temple. Maybe she was just a convinent replacement. She was sure there were prettier girls in Brazil. Girls who were skinnier, taller, darker, and who couldn't burn him to a crisp with a blink of an eye...girls better suited for him. Girls who weren't her.

She turned off the radio with a smack. Valentines Day sucked.

February 14, 2011 8:00a.m.

The sun was shining ever so brightly above. A pleasantly light breeze carried the scent of roses and perfume through the air. It was the first warm day of the year. Ulrich looked to the nearly cloudless sky. No snow tonight. He strode through the crowded streets of New York toward the even more crowded florist. He hadn't seen this much testosterone in one room since Superbowl night at Andy's Boys Club: All the pizza and beer you can eat without blowing chunks.

Luckily, the florists were prepared for such chaos. Flowers in an array of colors and sizes were scattered throughout the large, warehouse like building, a whole wall assigned for the roses. Pushing through the masses, he reached the counter.

"Welcome. How may I help you, sir?" The young clerk asked. He looked tired, but cheery nonetheless.

"I would like a bouquet of a dozen roses and a single pink rose."

The young man wrote the order on a notepad. "And what kind of roses would you like in the bouquet?"

"All kinds. I don't care if they match."

"Yes, sir. Your number is 164. I'll call it over the speaker when it's ready."

"Thank you." Ulrich smiled and began to browse through the various assortments of flowers. The purple lilacs shone brightly in the corner and gave off an overwhelmingly sweet scent. White and pink daisies blended together in a masterful ensemble near the door. The orange sunlight gave each flower a lovely and subtle glow. Ulrich inhaled deeply at the array of smells, trying to memorize each one.

Someone bumped him from behind. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there."

"No problem, man." Ulrich turned around. "Oh, hey Jeremie."

"Ulrich? Why am I not surprised." Jeremie looked exhausted. His hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled, and his glasses were askew, which wasn't surprising considering how hard it must've been to maneuver in this sort of environment because he was so slender. He held two large bouquets of purple lilies.

"Who's the second bouquet for?"

"Oh, it's for my mother. I figured, since dad's not around, I would send her something."

"How are you going to get those all the way back to France?"

"Delicate packaging." Jeremie's voice had a slight edge to it. "Well, I'd better get going. See you at the party tonight, Ulrich."

Ulrich watched him leave curiously. The lilies were the cheapest flowers in the store, and Jeremie could definitely afford better. Shouldn't he also know, after three years of dating, that Aelita hated lilies?

Ulrich liked Jeremie, but when it came to his relationship with Aelita, Ulrich was skeptical. Aelita was like a little sister to him. He wanted to protect her, even if it meant betraying one of his closer friends. There was also Odd, Ulrich's best friend, who cared for Aelita more than anything. Ulrich didn't like watching his best friend's heart break.

"Number 164." A voice boomed overhead. Ulrich fought his way toward the counter for his order.

"One single pink rose and a mixed bouquet?" the clerk asked.

"Yes, sir."

"That'll be $83." Ulrich payed and carefully escorted the roses out of the store.

He looked at his flowers and smiled. Sure, he couldn't break the devastating love triangle, but he could push it to lean toward one side. Odd would thank him later.

February 14, 2011 9:02a.m.

Courtney sighed into the pillow, the satin sheets cold on her skin. She felt amazing, like she was alive for the first time. She reached her arm behind her, only to touch a long pillow. Her face fell. She jolted upright, hugging the sheets close to her chest. The bed was cold beside her, where had he gone?

Realization hit her like a freit train. She slammed her head onto the headboard with a thud, how could she be so stupid? Tears brimmed her eyes. She felt vulnerable, betrayed, and weak. Memories of the night before crashed through her. Everything had gone so perfect. After five years, she had finally given in, and it had felt amazing. Now, she sat in her bed, naked and alone. So many questions ran through her head. Where was he? Why would he leave her? Had he been dissatisfied? She doubted that he had been using her for this long, but anything was possible. Should she call him? No. She needed to pretend it didn't bother her. She would wait until he called, begging her to forgive him and praising her for how well she did. But she couldn't lay in bed all day waiting for her golden moment. She picked up her cell phone. No missed calls. With a dissapointed sigh she hit her speed dial and waited.

Four rings later, a scratchy voice answered, "Yea?"

"Heather, it's me. We need to go out."

"But it's so early!" Her best friend complained.

"Hon, it's 9 o'clock. How long have you been asleep?"

"Four hours, give or take a few minutes."

"Well, get dressed, I'll be there in half an hour."

"I hate you," Heather responded and hung up the phone.

Courtney rolled her eyes and hurriedly got ready. She searched her apartment high and low. There was no note, no explanation for him leaving.

"Happy Valentines Day to you too." she murmured.