Hey, it's me again. This is my first TDI fanfic, and my second fanfic I've published. So, this is a concept I came up with when I was watching reruns of the first season, so that's when it takes place. As Chris said in TDRI "Relax, it'll all make sense eventually." I don't own anybody but Christie.

Chris's P.O.V

"What?" I yell into the other end of my cell phone.

"Yes, your ex wife Hillary was in a car wreck and died in the hospital last night." The paramedic tells me.

"What about my daughter, where is she?" I ask frantically.

I know everyone thinks that I'm just a sadistic, heartless asshole, but there's something a lot of people don't know: I'm also a loving father to my fourteen year old daughter Christie. I haven't seen my little girl since she was ten because Hillary won full custody after our divorce.

"I'm sorry, what's her name sir?" A woman asks me.

"Christina Anne McLean, she is fourteen. Born July 16, 1997, please where is she?" I ask, getting even more worried as I pace back and forth. The campers haven't woken up, so I'm just going to leave Chef in charge.

Christie's P.O.V

I sit in the waiting room in the hospital. It's all my fault, Hillary was driving me to my acting classes and then she crashed. If I hadn't wanted to go so bad, she would still be here. "Hey!" I hear my dad shout out.

"Dad? Daddy, I missed you so much, I don't know what to do." I tell him, wait, where is he?

"And welcome to the newest reality series Total Drama Island! Second episode will air next week at Tuesday 6:30/7:30 central, you don't want to miss it." I look up and realize it's just a commercial for his new show.

My dad is Chris McLean. He's a REALLY big star, and has been in a lot of movies. If Total Drama Island gets a new series, than my dad will hold the record for most television appearances in entertainment history. He also has a ton of Grammy's, Emmy's, MTV Moon Mans, Oscars, Golden Globes, and Tonys. He has a huge room at his mansion to just hold all of them. He's the reason I want to act so much.

"Christie, may I have a word with you?" A man with a camera asks me.

"Look, I'm not talking to the press today." I say, glaring at him. "I just lost my mother and I don't know where my dad is." I tell him.

"So, are you saying that Chris McLean is a horrible parent?" He asks, bringing out a piece of paper.

"Hey, leave my kid alone!" My dad yells, running up to him.

"Dad!" I yell, running up and hugging him. I haven't seen him in real life for four years, only the shows and movies he was working on.

Chris's P.O.V

"Oh my God, Christie, I've missed you so much. I'm so sorry for not being there for you." I apologize to my only daughter. "Christie, if there's anything I could do for you, I will, I love you so much, I should have fought more to keep you." I look into her dark green eyes, as I look closer at her, she actually looks a lot like me. The top of her head barely reaches my chin and I realize just how much she's grown.

She has my eyes, hair, smile, ears, and even dresses like me."Dad, I want to compete in Total Drama Island, I don't want invincibility just because I'm your daughter." She tells me, as we pull away.

"Okay, I'll let you compete, but you have to be careful, and if you get voted off, you won't compete, but you're still staying on the island with me and will co host." He makes a deal with me.

"Thank you." Is all she says as we walk out of the hospital into the limo.

Chefs P.O.V

Chris left the island about five hours ago. He told me he was going putting me in charge all day and the kids got the day off and told me to actually cook.

I've known Chris ever since we were kids, and I could tell something was up just by the way he told me the kids were going to get the day off. Chris hasn't freaked out this much since his father left and his mother killed herself, and that was when we were ten.

"Chef, where's Chris?" A few of the campers ask me. "Is this part of a challenge or something?"

"I don't know, he had a family emergency. You guys have the day off from challenges, and he told me to actually cook for you." I tell them, flipping a pancake.

"Oh sweet maple syrup, PANCAKES!" Owen yells, nearly tackling my griddle.

"Get back Fat Boy!" I yell, slapping him with my spatula. "I'll tell ya'll vultures when it's done, until then, SIT YO BUTTS DOWN!" I yell at the terrified teens as the all sit. "Good, now all of you SHUT UP!" I shout at them.

Chris's P.O.V

I sit on the plane next to my daughter. "Dad?" She asks me, "Nobody ever told me why you and Hillary got a divorce."

Ever since she was younger, she never called Hillary 'mom' but, I was always either Dad or Daddy.

I'm surprised that she isn't affected by Hillary dying, then again, she's like me; she doesn't let her emotions show. "Because, I came home from work one day and she was fucking my assistant." I tell her, not holding back.

Christie has heard way worse around me and her mother. In our house, we've never really watched what we said around her, and I'm not shocked when she talks like that.

"What a hoe." She mutters under her breath.

"So, what have you been up to since your mom got custody?" I ask her, wanting to have a conversation.

"Well, after you started paying child support, Hillary started drinking a lot. Then, I would go for days, just watching your shows and movies. I tried to call a few times, but some guy kept trying to say that you don't have a kid. After awhile, the learning annex started teaching acting classes. I paid for it by taking the child support and ripping off Hillary." She admits.

"Yep, you are definitely my kid, I'm proud." I tell her. God, she really does take after me.

Hey guys, how'd I do? I'll update every saturday. Next chapter is when the Christina and Chris show up at Wawanakwa. Read and Review!