... *is shot for writing more Trindsay*

...I couldn't help myself. X3

Okay, so this is basically the sequel to Her Savior, since I figured it'd be better to start a new story instead off adding the chapters onto the old one, since this is kinda different... You'd have to read HS for this to make any sense... BTW, this is eight years into the future, making them about 24. And that means it's the year... 2016? I think that's it. Hmm.

Chapter's Main Pairing(s): Trindsay (duh)

Chapter's Side Pairing(s): Bridgeoff

Anyway, I like reviews! :3

Trent unlocked the door of his apartment and opened it widely so he could get the many bags hanging off of his shoulders through it. "Well, here's your new home, girls." He dropped Lindsay's bags near the entrance, turning to the females behind him.

Lindsay was holding a sleeping two year old in one arm, a few more bags in the other. She looked as if she was overwhelmed by everything that had just happened in the past few hours. "Brent, you really don't have to do all this for us."

Trent shook his head. "No, really, I want to do this."

Lindsay gratefully grinned in return. She set her other bags down, making little Sabrina stir. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at her unfamiliar surroundings. Her lip started to quiver, and she burst out crying. The blonde ditz nervously looked down at her daughter, bouncing her up and down to try and calm her down. "Shh, it's okay. Mommy's here…" She saw her tactic wasn't working, so she bit her lip, looking at Trent. "She's not used to moving around so much. She had just gotten used to living in our old apartment. Maybe her monkey'll make her feel better…" She bent down to start rifling through her bags and Trent did the same. Neither could find it. Lindsay sighed, standing back up. "It must be in one of the bags I left in the car." Without another word, she placed the crying toddler in Trent's arms and ran down the ten flights of stairs.

Trent looked down at Sabrina, unsure of what he should do next. He hadn't had a crying child in his arms since his sister was born, which was years ago… After a second, though, the sobs calmed down a bit. Sabrina's eyes flashed open, peering up at Trent's nervous face. Then, she did the one thing she hadn't expected her to do: smile. Trent breathed a sigh of relief, propping her up more vertically so she'd be more comfortable. She giggled, making him grin a little bit. "You sure are a cute little thing, aren't you?"

She grinned, nodded with a little "Mmhmm" and looked around. "Where is we?"

Trent, not wanting another outburst, cautiously replied, "This is your new home."

"Who you?"

Trent shifted his weight and replied, "My name's Trent. I'm a friend of your mommy's."

She blinked. "You live here, too?"

He had to admit, she talked pretty good for only being two years old… Trent nodded, glad she hadn't started crying again. Sabrina smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Yay! Me like you!"

He patted her back with his free hand, smiling. "Yeah, me like you, too, Sabrina…"

The clicking of high heels could be heard and Lindsay cried out, "Serena, Mommy found Mr. Munk-Munk!" Trent turned around, revealing that Lindsay was back and carrying a ratty stuffed monkey, most likely being Mr. Munk-Munk. Sabrina turned around, too, reaching out for her toy. Lindsay handed it to her, slightly confused. "She stopped crying?" She grinned, impressed. "She cries every time anybody but me or Paula holds her. Wow, you're good, Brent…"

"No, Mommy!" Sabrina cried, shaking her head and clutching Mr. Munk-Munk. "His name Trent!"

Lindsay face-palmed, feeling pretty stupid, since her two year old daughter could remember his name better than she could. "Oh, right!" Looking back up at Trent, she added, "Oh, I almost forgot, Greg's still waiting in his pick up truck with the rest of the bags. He said he needed your help carrying them up."

"Oh, good." Trent gave Sabrina back to her mother.

He was almost out the door when he heard a small, two year old whimper. "No go, Trent!"

He turned back around, giving her a reassuring grin. "I'll just be gone for a few minutes, Sabrina. I'll hold you again when I get back, okay?" She nodded in response, waving goodbye as he started to walk away once again. He decided to take the elevator that Lindsay had failed to notice. Pressing the button that'd lead to the ground level, Trent tucked his hands into his pockets and thought about what had happened in the past few hours. He had run into an old friend, learned about her being a single mother and moved her and her child into his apartment in less than three hours.

And to think, his day had started out so ironically uninteresting.

He finally reached the ground level, walked out of the lobby and into the parking lot behind his apartment complex. Geoff, whom Lindsay had called Greg, was leaning against his beat up blue truck. Seeing Trent approaching, he waved and greeted, "Hey, dude."

"Thanks a lot for doing this, Geoff." Trent and Geoff walked to the back of the truck, opening the door. The party boy hopped in, grabbing several bags. Trent did the same.

Geoff hopped out and replied, "No problem, man. I was gonna be out tonight, anyway." He started walking backwards so he could see Trent while they talked and continued, "Bridge wants me to pick up some stuff from her old place."

Trent nodded, remembering his previous conversation with Bridgette. "Oh yeah, I ran into her today. She told me about you two moving in together. Congratulations." Geoff was approaching the building, so he added, "Door's behind ya."

"Wha?" He turned around and tried to stop, but accidentally walked into the glass door. "Ow!" He cried out in pain, rubbing his nose. He shook his head, as if to shake the pain away, and shoved the door open with his shoulder. "Thanks… She told me about you and Gwen… Sorry, bro."

The musician walked in with Geoff and shook his head. "No, it's fine. We both grew apart, that's all…" The two started walking toward the elevator.

Just as Trent was about to gently set down Lindsay's extremely heavy luggage, Geoff added, "But you sure do bounce back quickly." He smirked and continued, "After all, you and Lindsay are moving in together after one night of catching up…"

"What?!" Trent dropped all of the bags at once, one of the heaviest ones landing on Geoff's foot. He let out a girlish shriek and Trent reacted quickly, running over and lifting the weighty suitcases back up. "Crap, sorry! What you said just shocked me, that's all."

He shook his head, acting like it didn't hurt. "No, it's cool, it's cool." Trent pressed the button next to the elevator door and both guys grabbed their respective bags and waited for the elevator. "And why would it? You and Lindsay are going out now, that's cool."

Trent sighed. "No, we're not. She just needed a place to stay and I offered her one, that's all." The elevator finally arrived and they hauled the bags into it. Trent pushed the tenth button, flexing his fingers since they were cramped from clutching onto the straps of the bags so tightly.

Geoff leaned against the elevator wall and said, "You don't just offer a chick to crash at your place without liking her even the slightest bit."

"You do if she has a two year old daughter to take care of." Trent leaned against the opposite wall, crossing his arms. "C'mon, even Duncan would have taken them in."

"No, he wouldn't, dude. His wife would be ticked at him. You know how over-controlling Courtney can be, and it doesn't help that she's all hopped up on pregnancy hormones now..." Geoff smirked again. "I saw how you used to look at her back on the island. You know what I'm talking about. Those times when you thought Gwen wasn't looking…"

Trent kept an embarrassed blush down, shaking his head. "Lindsay and I are just friends." Glancing to the side, he murmured, "For now, at least…" He looked back up at Geoff, worry on his face. "Fine. You're right, okay? I do like her. At lot." A small bell dinged and the door opened, revealing that they were on the tenth level, feet away from his apartment. They didn't move. "And she even said that she loved me…"

If Geoff had had a drink, he would have done a spit take. "Seriously? That's awesome, dude!"

Trent shook his head. "No, it's not. I'm pretty sure she just meant it in a friendly way. Like she was grateful that I was doing her such a big favor, you know?" He looked down at the vomit colored carpet underneath his feet. "I don't think I'm… good enough for her."

Geoff shook his head. "Dude, her last boyfriend knocked her up and bolted when he heard the news. Trust me, she'd love to go out with you."

"Maybe…" Trent mumbled, finally grabbing his half of Lindsay's luggage. Geoff followed suit and the two walked it back toward Trent's open apartment, carrying them back to the spare room that Lindsay and Sabrina would be staying in.

When the two walked back out, they saw that Lindsay was lounging on the couch, a sleeping Sabrina in her lap, watching TV. Seeing the two men, she grinned, scooped Sabrina up without waking her and walked up to them. "Thanks again, guys."

"No prob," Geoff replied with a smile, tipping his old cowboy hat at her. "Anything for my little sis' new model!"

"Wait, she hasn't even met me yet." Lindsay looked at him, confused. "How do you know she'll like me?"

"I know want Mar wants in a model," Geoff coolly said, slinging an arm around Lindsay's shoulders. "and you've got it!" Lindsay giggled in return and he added, "When you and Trent go to her place tomorrow for the interview, she'll hire you in a heartbeat!"

Trent's eyebrows raised at 'you and Trent', since he had never offered to do so, but he saw Geoff turn his head and wink at him. Luckily, Lindsay didn't see the wink. The musician shook his head and smirked slightly. Leave it to Geoff the Matchmaker…

"Oh," Lindsay broke the short silence. "I almost forgot, I have to quit my old job…" She passed Sabrina to Trent, walking into her new room to call her boss.

"Um…" Trent looked nervously as Lindsay strolled away, then back down at Sabrina, whose eyes fluttered open again. "Hey, Geoff, do me a favor," he said, pulling a dollar out of his pocket, slapping it into Geoff's hand, and holding Sabrina out for him to take. "Take Sabrina down to the lobby and get her a late night snack from the vending machine, like a banana or something."

Geoff took the little girl in his arms, keeping a grip on the dollar as he did. He slowly replied, "Uh… okay. Why?"

"I just don't want her in the apartment while Lindsay's quitting. She doesn't exactly like her boss…"

It took the party boy a second to put two and two together, but it eventually clicked in his mind. "Ooooh. Gotcha, dude." He walked out the door with Sabrina as quickly as he could.

Trent waited quietly for a few seconds, wondering if she was going to do what he thought she was going to do. After several more minutes of silence, he heard her voice.

"I QUIT, YOU PERVERTED, HIDEOUSLY DRESSED, GOLD CHAIN WEARING [BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP]!"

She continued to swear and scream into the phone, her boss probably shocked that she even knew some of those colorful words. Trent couldn't help but smile, sitting down to the couch. It reminded him of the time he and the rest of the ex-campers at Playa de Losers saw the uncensored footage of Lindsay telling off Heather before she arrived. Every single jaw had dropped after seeing and hearing sweet Lindsay say all of that.

It was one of his favorite Total Drama Island moments.

Trent laid down and propped his head up on the couch's arm rest, crossing his arms behind his head as he did. He could barely keep his eyes open, since it had been such an exhausting day. He let them shut and whispered, "I think I'm gonna like having some new roommates…"

Hope you all liked it as much as I did. :D Next chapter should be out soon :3