Disclaimer: I don't own it. There.
Author's Note: I like Chris/Lindsay AND Trindsay, so I decided to do both of 'em in one fic! Gasp! There is an OC in here, Lena Greene. This fic takes place about 10 years after TDI... I'm projecting three, four chapters at the most. Pairings- Chris/OC, Chris/Lindsay and Trent/Lindsay. This chappie is mostly Chris/Lindsay, btw. After TDI, Chris became a business person. Don't ask why. As for any OOCness, it IS ten years after you last saw them. Can't expect anyone to stay exactly the same. I hope you guys likey!
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Lindsay winked at the camera. She turned, posed again and flashed a sultry smile in the other direction. This kept up for a while, but soon enough, Lindsay was done with her photo shoot and she walked off the set, grabbing her robe and a water bottle. The crystal clear liquid felt like paradise down her throat. Lindsay slipped her robe on and took a seat in the sand, near where her photo shoot had just taken place.
Modeling was a lot of fun and Lindsay liked it. She grew out of her ditziness and ending up writing a best-selling book too, but she preferred modeling.
"ChrisCo is gonna be real happy with these pics," a cameraman told her, referring to the company who would be using Lindsay's shots as advertising agents.
"I hope they are," Lindsay replied.
"Actually, the CEO's coming by today. Why don't you stop by and talk to him? I'm sure he wouldn't mind," the cameraman grinned.
"I think I will, actually," Lindsay thought about it for a moment. She went to her dressing room and changed to some presentable clothes before returning to the scene. The first thing that she saw was a gorgeous man with windblown hair. He held a familiar air. The man turned around and glanced at Lindsay.
"C-Chris?" Lindsay asked, unsure if he was the TV host she survived over a summer, many summers ago.
"Lindsay," Chris smiled. "Good to see you."
"It's great to see you too, Chris!" Lindsay embraced him a hug, squishing him with her ample cleavage.
"Can't… breathe…"
"Sorry," Lindsay let go. "It's just great to see people from Total Drama Island! I saw Chef at this restaurant a few months ago… But I digress. How's it going?"
"Pretty good," Chris slipped his hands into his pockets. "You wanna… Grab something to eat?"
"Sure," Lindsay warmed up to him really quick. When the guy wasn't torturing innocent teenagers on reality television, he wasn't half bad.
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A few weeks had passed since Lindsay and Chris met up again, but it had felt like ages. There was this prickly feeling in Lindsay's stomach every time she thought of him, but it passed when his perfect face crossed her mind.
Chris's phone rang and he answered, "Chris's phone."
"Hey, baby," the voice on the other lined sighed. "I am so busy. I've got protesting until 10 tonight. Can you pick up the girls from school? Please? I'll make it worth your while when I get home tonight…"
"I've actually got an important client meeting… I don't think I can miss it," Chris replied, looking at his watch.
"Okay… Whatever. I love you," Chris turned off his phone and walked into the bar, looking for Lindsay.
"Lindsay," Chris waved.
"Hi, Chris!" Lindsay smiled.
"You actually… remember my name," Chris said, still in shock from when he first realized this.
Lindsay just laughed in response.
"Chris… I was wondering," Lindsay twirled a strand of hair. "Maybe… If you wanted to go out with me?" she asked a little too quickly.
Chris replied in a heartbeat.
"Sure."
Lindsay reached for his hand, but Chris smoothly slipped off his wedding band and put it in his pocket.
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Weeks turned into months and Lindsay knew that was falling for Chris… hard. She didn't want to tell him, though. The last thing Lindsay wanted was to scare away a guy really liked.
"Lindsay?" Chris waved his hand in her face. "You there?"
"Huh?" Lindsay exited her thoughts. "I'm here…"
"You hear what I said?" Chris asked.
"I didn't- No, sorry," Lindsay looked down. Chris brought his hand to her face and kissed her.
"It wasn't that important anyway," Chris smiled. His phone went off and he scowled. He saw the Caller ID and flipped the phone open.
"Will you just leave me alone!?!" Chris yelled into his phone and then shut off the call.
"Chris… What happened, baby?" the voice on the other line sighed, knowing that he had hung up.
"That was a little harsh…" Lindsay said, oblivious that his wife was on the other line.
"Just some weirdo who won't leave me alone," Chris sighed.
"Yeah… I know the feeling," Lindsay caressed his face and locked his lips with her own. Soon, they were embroiled in a passionate make-out session.
"W-Why don't we go to your place?" Lindsay asked with a glint in her eyes along with some breathlessness from their previous activity.
"Why don't… We go to your place?" Chris asked suggestively.
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At Lindsay's place, the two made it to the couch as they made out. Lindsay trailed kisses along Chris's neck as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"Lena…" he moaned, but soon realized his error and stopped.
"What?" Lindsay stopped kissing him. "Did you say-"
"Lindsay?" Chris smirked and kissed her. Lindsay gave in and the two made their way to the bedroom.
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"Chris… Pick up," a petite, slender woman cried. She sighed and closed her eyes as she rested her head on the back of the couch.
A little girl, the splitting image of Chris, walked over to her.
"Mommy?" the little brunette asked. "Where's Daddy?"
"He's busy," Lena hugged her daughter. "But we can have fun- Just the three of us."
"I miss Daddy," another girl who looked exactly like the one in Lena's lap said.
"Me too," Lena said softly, her girls didn't hear.
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"Chris, you're never coming home nowadays. What about Flora and Fauna?"
"Tell them, I'm busy," Chris replied impatiently.
"You work too hard… Take a break and come join the family, please?"
"Lena, I told you. I've got to go," Chris hung up.
Lindsay joined Chris's side. "So… What do you wanna do?"
"What do you wanna do?" Chris asked her, grinning.
"What do I wanna do?" Lindsay trailed her hands down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt in the process. "I wanna celebrate six months of being with you, Chris. I love you."
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Lena was slicing vegetables and making sandwiches. Chris walked in and Lena turned around, smiling.
"Chris," Lena beamed as she ran up to him and hugged him. He didn't return it. "What happened?" she asked, concerned.
"Lena, I'm leaving you," Chris told her with a straight face. Lena looked up at him in disbelief.
"If that's a joke, I'm not laughing," she crossed her arms.
"Lena, I'm serious," Chris walked out of the kitchen but Lena followed him.
"W-Well, why?" Lena asked, tears forming in her eyes.
"Things change," Chris replied, his back towards her.
"What about our marriage?" Lena cried.
"It lasted a while," Chris answered.
"I-I thought you loved me!" Lena put her hands on his shoulder, stopping him. "Look me in the eye and tell me that you don't love me."
Chris swallowed. "Just leave me alone!"
"Chris, what about the girls? Do you want them to grow up without a father, on the streets?" Lena asked, starting to get hysterical.
"Keep the house, but I'm leaving," Chris was at the door. He turned around, looked at Lena and dropped his ring on the ground. He slammed the door as he left and Lena sat against it, crying herself to sleep.
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