I hate spoilers...especially with shows I love. But, I just happened upon this information in a wiki page, and came up with a fic. Warning, contains spoilers after Noah's elimination.
Short NoahxCourtney oneshot.
"Oh how life hates me." Noah muttered to himself, wiping alien goo from his was backstage on the set of the TDWT:Aftermath Aftemayhem. He was actually glad he was eliminated. Going back into that game wasn't worth it at all. He would prefer staying in his room, either reading one of the books in his vast library or playing an online game of 'Dragon Assassin'. He hadn't downloaded the newest expansion pack yet.
Walking towards the exit, he was stopped by a polite, yet loud cough. Turning around, his blank expression didn't change. "Look who it is, little miss Princess." He continued to wipe the sticky green goo from himself. Those face-sucking aliens from the Area 51 challenge were cute, but were quite...shocking with surprises.
He was answered with a slap across the face. "I am NOT a princess!"Courtney shouted at him, crossing her arms with a huff. A blank expression painted on his face, but it seemed a slight smile was creeping in. "So...that slap was out of love, not superiority?"Noah asked, ever sarcastic and witty. "For your information, I just came by to see how you were doing. Chef had to land the plane for a pitstop nearby." Courtney pouted.
Noah looked out of the window on the exit door, seeing the World Tour plane just yards away. "This is the cheapest show ever." He commented. "Using their own studio as a gas station?"
Courtney walked over next to him, looking out the window as well. "I know. I'm surprised the entire thing hasn't collasped out of the sky yet."That made both of them laugh a little. Well, Noah allowed a small smile to show up on his face. He tried not to notice how close they were. Fate added a humorous moment, an entire wing of the plane fell right off. Moments later Chris was supervising Chef on what to do. "Come on!Get that duct-taped back together quick! We have a schedule y'know!" They heard Chris shout at Chef. All the muscle-bound cook/pilot did was mumble to himself.
The both of them shared another small laugh together. Noah couldn't help but notice now. Courtney was right next to him, her body touching his, her face so close.
He backed away from the window, his bored face once again returned. "Well this was an fun moment, but I really must find another exit. I don't want to walk out of that door and have Chris force me back onto the show."
"Wait..."Courtney added, making Noah stop. "Good job in the challenge...dodging lasers, right?"
"Yeah...really painful." The bored expression did not leave.
"I actuall was kind of hoping that...you would come back into the game. Tough luck, huh?" Courtney tried to continue on the conversation. She wasn't used to being on the awkward end of a conversation.
"Aren't you trying to kill Gwen right now? I don't want to be added to that list." Noah's wit gave him another slap across the face.
"But...I'm sorry to hear about Duncan. Tough luck, huh?" He added, making the conversation not so awkward anymore.
They stepped a little closer to each other."I'm not all that upset anymore..."Courtney whispered. Another few steps closer. And another. They were in arm's reach of one another. Or, a kiss's reach. Their lips made contact for a few sweet seconds.
Courtney then pushed Noah away, walking primly from him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I really must get back on the plane. I have a million dollars to win."
Noah allowed another smile to cross his face. "I'll be rooting for you, Princess." He waved her off.
Courtney stopped, turned around on her heels, and lept at him like a jungle cat, a face of seething rage on. Noah would soon learn to stop calling her princess after that.