Title: Total Drama Reunion Show - 2 Years

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Summary: She had become someone she could not recognize anymore. Courtney was not proud of who she had become. So ater a dramatic announcement she left the show and successfully avoided it for two years. But this year, a certain host holds a reunion show that no one seems to escape from. Scheming and crying, betrayals and adultery, little lies and secret truths will be uncovered.

Pairings (mentions): Trentney, Duncney, Gwuncan, KatiexNoah, Gidgette, Aleheather, DJxDawn


2. Chapter

She was finally here.

Courtney stepped out of the car, pulling her sunglasses down. She had worn them in case the paparazzi would somehow get their sight on her and after what happened back there, during the press conference, she had no doubt that the gossip pages will be filled to the brim with news about the reality TV-star's emotional outburst. There will be sympathizers, then came the interviews, then came the W-questions, like who, why, what and at the last stage they will try to tear her down again from the pedestal they have put her on.

She sighed and she took the sight in.

It was beautiful.

She was finally here.

The whole ride there, she was anxious what would happen once she arrived at the big long porch, doubts and wondering what she will tell her mother. But now that she was here, she felt nothing but elation, happiness and... relief. As if the weigh of the world had rested upon her shoulder before and now, she was free. Finally free.

She breathed in deeply. Even the air she took in felt different. In

In this moment she knew that she had made the right decision. It was something she should have done far sooner or maybe not have done it at all.

"Courtney!" she heard her name being shouted.

There, a small teen girl was running over the lawns right towards her.

"Oh Fallon," she cried back and the two fell right into each other's arms.

"I am so glad to see you."

"Glad to see you, too, sister," Courtney giggled and the two high-fived each other, before Hope clung back to her older sister again. "Thanks for the car ride. Would have hated to go with public transport, especially with the field day in the

"I knew you can do this!"


Courtney had just received the email yesterday, but her room looked as though she had known and been preparing for weeks. It was a pure total chaos and unlike anything she had seen in her sister's room.

"You are packing?" she asked with her small, timid voice.

Courtney merely hummed, barely sparing her any time as she rushed through her room, taking something in, something out and just adding to the mess.

"Courtney?" she spoke, this time louder. It was as though now Courtney really noticed her.

"Hope," she spoke. "What are you doing here?"

"You are packing," she stated, not asking anymore.

"The producer of the show called. Apparently the last season with that new cast? Total disaster, as long as concerning the ratings and fan reactions. So they wanted the old cast back, including everyone... almost everyone," Courtney explained. "Of course this was so foreseen. I have already told them, this will never work and see: I was right."

"You will go then?"

"Is it not obvious?" Courtney asked. Clearly, she was upset. She could tell by the way she slammed everything into her suitcase, as well as her harsh tone.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"What reasons could you have to return to them? Haven't you said that you hated them? And the show?"

"Don't be silly, just because I don't like them, does not mean I will forfeit the chance of winning the money," Courtney explained, but that cannot be the reason.

"You don't care about the money. Even if you do, you are rich anyway, so why-"

"Just stop, okay! I don't need you to lecture me about what I do!" Courtney lashed out, having already been on a thin line and that push was the last thing that was needed to finally push her over the edge. "Just leave me alone! I don't need you or your advices. Just go back already and let me pack!"

At that point, she had already turned around, shouting at her. She stopped, when she realized what she was doing. She was shouting at her sister, for caring for her. She had never done something like this before. Courtney was shocked at her own action, ashamed. However, even more so when she realized that she could not apologize to her.

"Just go now," she said.

"I hate that show," she said instead, ignoring Courtney's words. "Don't-"

"I hate what the show has done to you, how they portray you. That conniving, scheming girl is not you. You are not evil. You are not who they portray you on that show and I hate how they put you in the worse light. I don't understand how you can go back there again! Don't you hate how they are doing this to you? To everyone? Why are you letting them do this?" she asked. "Just stay here... with me? Can you do this for me?"

She waited.

She watched as Courtney waited as well. Then she reached out her hand, grabbing whatever item was next to the case and putting it mechanically into it.

Back then, Courtney would have not ignored her. She would have never ignored her, pay her no heed. She also would have apologized when she knew she was wrong... but she did not now.

"You have changed, Courtney," she said, almost bitterly.

Courtney did not turn around, because she knew that if she did, she would be met by a pair of sad green eyes. That accusation would hurt her more than her words had already done.

"Well, people change," Courtney defied just as bitterly.

"Yeah, that may be true. But not... not like this. This is not who you are. So, I still believe that you are in there, somewhere... Courtney. I refuse to believe that this is what you have become. Because this... this is just not you. This is not my sister!"

She was still waiting for some kind of response from her.

There was nothing.

There might have been a wince, a little flinch that was so small she had to debate whether it was merely a figment of her own imagination.

"This is not the person I had grown up admiring and striving to be my whole life, nor the person, who had risked her completely good and comfortable life, even more so her perfect reputation, the thing she valued the most and stand up to the person she loved the most and told me that it was because it was the right thing to do..." 7

She was pushing it, she knew, but right now, she was determined to push, even if she was pushing her sister towards the edge and maybe further. She was tired of being ignored of the distance between them.

She sighed.

Still nothing.

"I know you are still in there, Courtney..."

"I will go to the show."

She could not understand it.

What reason would she have to go back to that... hellhole!

She absolutely hated it. It had changed her sister to the point that she was almost crazily obsessed with it, with winning and just... everything she could not understand. And she was desperate. So desperate... Because all she wanted was to have her sister back. She would give anything to make it change. But she did not know how to! She knew nothing, not even the reason why her sister was so obsessed with it.

Partly, she blamed herself for that change, because if it had not been her, she would have never gone to that show.

"You cannot change my mind."

"What has the show done to you?!" she asked helplessly.

"It has taken me everything!"

Their eyes widened.

All it took was Courtney's confession to make her suddenly realize then and wonder at the same time how she could not have seen it.

Courtney was a proud person and everything... everything was taken from her, from the way she put it.

Her name, her reputation, her person, the one person she loved...

She knew that Duncan had meant a lot to her, more than most of the boys she was not even interested in. However, she had not imagined that he meant that much to her.

But how could she believe that she was all alone now? Because that was what she must be thinking, according to what she had said. So yes, how could she believe that she was alone? Courtney may be wronged, but she was not the victim. She was not abandoned.

If that is what she believed, then it would be her task to rectify that and she was hellbent on doing so.

The more she thought about it, how untrue and especially unjust they were, the angrier she grew.

"That's not true!" she shouted back and Courtney was too surprised by her usually so mellow sister shout at her. "You have me! You still have me! And your mother! You have us. So do never say that again."

Then it happened. She broke down. After all she has been through, all the pain and all the tragedies she had to suffer, she never cried, not like this. She may have cried silently as their father died, shed tears inwardly during her mother's funeral and mourned with herself in the darkness over the loss of what was possibly her life, but she never broke down.

There she was, sobbing loudly, with shut eyes and tears that dropped on her heart like a wrecking ball.

Before she could comprehend had what happened, she saw her run towards her and instinctively, she opened her arms, letting the small fragile girl in her arms and heart.

"You will never loose us. I promise. I promise," she repeated again and again.

Courtney sighed. Her heart clenched, as she listened to her sob and cry and she felt guilty, because she was to blame. She was crying because of her, that was the way she saw it. She did not realize that the little girl was not crying because of her, but for her.

"Hope," she spoke.

"I love you, Courtney. I know I cannot change your mind, no matter how much I would like to. In the end, it is your choice. I knew... I knew I could not do it. That must be the reason why your mom had not tried at all, but I just had to do it. Because I love you, Courtney. I will always love you, no matter what. So when you go, remember that. Don't forget, don't forget me," she looked up with her bright teary green eyes. "So please, don't forget, who you are either."


"Yeah..."

Hope eyed her sister suspiciously. Her tone had changed, it was less ecstatic, especially considering the amazing move she had just done.

"Is there something bothering you?" she asked cautiously, the wisest move, always, when it came to her sister also known as a 24/7 landmine.

"How bad is it? The news I mean?" Courtney asked.

"What do you think?" she questioned back.

"On a scale to ten? I need to be prepared, but I guess since mom never watches the gossip news. She always blends it out or turns the TV-"

"Oh no..."

"... what is that supposed to mean?" Courtney now asked just as suspicious as her sister had done before her. There was something wrong. She could sense it. Something bad. The wheels in her mind turned. "Don't tell me you told my mother!"

"I am so sorry, Courtney."

"Damn, Hope, you are so busted," Courtney threatened, falling back into the habit of calling her by her family nickname.

"So sorry!"

But Courtney was much more worried about herself getting busted.


2 Years Skip

Courtney had made name for herself in her mother's company.

Two years ago, when she had announced her departure from the reality-TV world, her mother had simultaneously offered her a position at their firm.

It was hard, it was difficult and it had cost her tears, blood, nerves and especially nights of sleep to get her where she was. She could not recount the days she spent with crying in frustration, shouting and the many times she thought she would not live to see another day, because she was that tired and drained and at the same time filled with so much need for action.

But now, she had finally done it. In those two years, she had upped her game, becoming the top player in her world and lending her mother a hand in handling their company, into becoming one of the America and Canada's top firm, more than it had already done before.

If asking Courtney, she would like to claim that, giving some few more years, it will conquer the world.

And that was what she was planning to do.

It was like she was on a rollercoaster of life, high on success and it seemed to get higher and higher and she never wanted to see the end of it. IT was so hard to believe that there would be and end of this, a point she would reach and then fall down. But that was just a metaphor, because really, according to her, it can only get higher and higher.

She would never dare to admit, not even to herself, that she always still look over her shoulder, a habit from the past she had not been able to shed. In some way it had tainted her, she was still paranoid, controlling and trust was something she only dare to show towards her family and a very, very, very close circle of friends she had left. So no matter how much she tried to shed her past and despite the obvious proof that's he may have succeeded, she could not trust that... peace.

Serenity was something she had forgotten in those four years, between her 16th to 20th year of age and now, she had problems remembering what it was.

It was sad, but the truth was that somewhere inside her, she doubted that this peaceful period in her life was to last. It never did, so why would it now? What had she done to deserve it?

It was like that every time, as though she had not deserved it and each time it happened, it was just another proof that left her doubting and wondering what she could do to deserve serenity in her life.


"Hello, is anybody home?"

Courtney opened the door, taking the key from the lock and hanging it right on the wall neatly.

She also put her bag right into the closet, her shoes just as neatly placed where they belonged, like the perfectionist that she was.

"Mum? Hope?" Courtney asked, as she realized that she was hearing no one.

Still nothing.

She shrugged her shoulders then.

It would not be the first time for her to get home with no one else there to welcome here or sit the house. Perhaps they have left her a little message or note stating where they were?

As she passed the table, she found a small pile of letters.

Archibald

Archibald.

Pointier.

A letter from Finn.

That was cool. Courtney smiled. She was sure going to read that one later. So with that thought she placed it next to the pile, rather than putting it back.

Then her eyes fell onto the last latter.

She narrowed her eyes.

She took it into her hand and eyed it, almost menacingly. Courtney felt all the emotion she had suppressed before, concerning ... this! All the anger and disdain and it did not help that she just returned from an exhausting day at work.

She crushed together into a fist, only to open it and shred the letter into pieces, but even when she had destroyed that little piece of paper into little dust, barely recognizable from the previous form, the words she had read still rang in her head.

Total Drama Reunion Show.

How stupid and braindead were they?

Courtney wondered. Very much in fact. If they actually believed that she would ever return. Had she not made her point clear two years ago during that press conference? She had thought so, at least until - what was it? - four weeks ago, when that letter had somehow found its way to her mail post, with ehr mother flipping it disdainfully, although with curious eyes, to her.

She had shrieked, she had screamed and shouted and she crushed that piece of paper just as she had done earlier.

Her day, albeit exhausting, had been a great one. She and her team had accomplished a lot during the day and all she had wanted to do, when she came back was to relax and enjoy the day she had left in baggy comforting clothes, a warm dinner, maybe with her mother and something nice on the TV. Plus, she had been excited to read that letter Finn had written her. They had not seen each other for a long time.

But alas, thanks to that stupid letter, she could barely be happy reading it and Courtney refused to read Finn's letterr in that mood, so she decided to wait until tomorrow, when she was in better spirits. For the moment, she would hang lazily on the couch and zapping through the TV channels, which seems to contain nothing but things just as sour as her mood. Until she landed on some news channel, gossip news to be exact.

"It is official, ladies and gentleman. Our favorite reality show Total Drama is going to return, yes, you heard me right. Rumors about a return of the hit show has been circulating for a fact, since that mysterious Twitter announcement of Geoff Jones stating that he misses his old TV cast mates and cannot wait to see them all together again. However, it had not been until yesterday night, when Chris McLean confirmed on Twitter that he and the producers are indeed sitting together and producing a new season of Total Drama. T

#sittin' 2getha with the other producers and stayin' all night up. All for the fans of Total Drama. Gonna be a totally wrecked season with totally cool mates you all love 2 hate.

Those are wonderful news and sure enough good reason to celebrate at least for our favorite party boy Geoff, who announced to holding a party with everyone for this reason. Chris then in return twittered back to him:

#so totally right, dude. Great party. Cant wait 2 c you all again either. Chris

Well, we know now that Total Drama is running for another season, but the question all of us are wondering is, who is going to return? From what it has been hinting in Chris message, it seems that there will be old contestants returning. But from which season or will it be another season and cameos from old faces, as they have done in ROTI? Who knows?

Courtney groaned in frustration.

She was not going to torture herself any longer and held up the remote control, turning the TV off.

She knew the answer to all of that already, so why bother? Watching it would just cause her to become angrier than before, which was not in her plans at all. Why was it so hard to just relax? She jsut wanted to enjoy the little time she had off, but instead, that cursed McLean and his little stupod show had to destroy it again for her.

Fact is, she could care less about their show and plan about hosting a Total Drama Reunion show. Threy could do it for all she cared, as long as they stayed away from her. She was done with it, two years ago to be exact! Why was it so hard to get that fact into their thick brainless skulls?

But Courtney knew the answer.

They needed her.

They needed the whole cast back. Sure, she has sporadically kept up with the past new seasons - thanks to Fallon, who for some reason watched it religiously, hence she knew how the show in general was doing, which was bad. The ratings kept declining, sure they were still good but far from the good ol' days, from the first season to the third, when they were on top of the TV world and in every people's mouth and mind. Fans kept complaining, critics were far from hailing like they used to and there was just one thing that the producers couöd come up with to appease them.

Bringing back the old show and the old cast, in hope for a new rise.

The idea sucked. Well, it was actually just not smart, but for Courtney, it sucked.

They could have come up with anything, really anything, but instead...

It was just frustrating.

Courtney continued to rant and ramble in her mind and every now and cuss when it became too much, and by the way, great respect that she kept her anger enough in to refrain from destroying anything. It all stopped however when she heard the bell ring.

It must be her mother.

Courtney jumoed from the couch and went towards the door. Usually, if she was in the right state of mind, she would have wondered why her mother was ringing the bell instead of unlocking it with her own key, especially taking in consideration that her mother was just the most organized woman, who blessed her daughter with the same tendency, would never forget her own key.

But of course, Courtney was still far too occupied and harassed in mind by the recent events to see that something was wrong.

"You are not gonna believe-"

She had no time to protest, not when she realized that those two men in black were not her mother, nor when they grabbed her rather forcefully by her arm and dragging her by her arm towards a black mini van.

"What are you doing?!" she screamed at them.

Courtney was trying to pull away from them, yanking her arm back from their tight grip, but of course it was of no use. After all, she was, no matter how much she worked out, was a fine young woman and although strong in personality, she was weak when it came to physical strenght. This, she only thing she could really accomplish was yeeling her lungs out at them, throwing menaces and threats at their heads and just getting them on their nerves by shouting and shrieking.