Thanks to a mystic talisman, DJ and Heather switched personalities unbeknownst to the other campers.

Disclaimer: TDI characters, don't own them, you know it, I know it, they know it, but let's have some fun with 'em, okay?

It was mid-afternoon where a young, model-thin girl was running towards the main camp. Her short black hair was slightly whipping in the air as the half-broken Yin talisman dangled around her wrist. She was close to the mess hall where she stumbled and tripped only to crash blindly into another camper.

"Oh my gosh! Harold! I am so-so SORRY! Please awake up!" Heather screamed in panic.

The sideswiped camper soon began regaining his senses as he slowly focused his vision on his assailant only to quickly scamper from her as she tried to gently touch his face.

"Don't HIT me!" Harold cried out as he attempted to shield himself from Heather's wrath.

"Oh my, I didn't mean to startle you, Harold." Heather backed away slightly, her hand placed on her mouth, looking down and away with embarrassment, but quickly turned and expressed quick urgency in her eyes. "Please tell me, you're not injured, Harold, I really need help at the beach, DJ's hurt!"

"Say what?" Harold stood up but soon doubted Heather's words. "Wait a minute… What are trying to scam from me now?"

"Scam? No Harold, honest, DJ is on the beach a concussion or something. Pleeeease come quick! One of our friends is in trouble!" Heather pleaded.

"Friends?" Harold repeated in disbelief. "When did you EVER consider anyone here a friend? Last I remembered we weren't all 'buddy-buddy" neither on the movie set nor on the last season."

Heather fell silent as she shown an expression that befuddled the awkward 'expert of many skills' even further. The look of shame.

"I had done some horrible things to a lot of the campers, Harold…" The short-haired teen humbly said as she gently but firmly took Harold's hand and directly looked at him with the soft compassionate gray eyes. "I took advantage of your open invitation toward friendship and dashed it away. It was cruel but I beg of you, please this is DJ!"

Harold felt a brief overwhelming sense of sympathy and was partially stunned. "I-I-I'll go to the mess hall and get some help, I think Bridgette there with Beth, she's better trained to handle this. You go back to DJ!"

"Oh thank you, Harold!" Heather gushed out, nearly tearing eyed as she broke away from Harold and backtracked her way towards the beach.

As Harold began his sprint towards the eatery, something nagged on the back of his mind about Heather. 'Oh my?' He quickly shook off that aspect and hurried onward.


The lush forest was buzzing with activity with the woodland creatures, birds chirping, squirrels gathering nuts, a fawn munching on grass as several rabbits hopped by. Suddenly, they stopped their activities when the thunderous thumping sounds of a larger creature entered their area. It soon revealed Sasquatchanakwa wandering about as he kindly greeted the forest citizens as he passed by and the woodland critters went back to their business. The big foot went about gathering some blueberries nearby for a few moments when his forest friends all ran past him. The missing link looked back where the furrier animals were running from and he spots another two-legged creature that he was not too fond of…man. However, he knew this creature, a once kind and gentle hulk of a man that was timid and gentle as the fawn and bunnies that recently past him. Sasquatchanakwa had no real quarrel but he sensed something was amiss. The man had no gentleness in his eyes, his posture was no longer timid but imposing and pure aggression was in his gaze, it was like a tiger facing an intruding bear, almost territorial.

"Sasquatchanakwa…" The burly young man said under his breath. "This is nothing personal, but awhile back Eva held her own against one of your kind for 10 seconds. I need to see for myself, how tough you are…prepare…"

Sasquatchanakwa lunged himself towards the Jamaican-Canadian as he snarled and bared his teeth. DJ, unmoved by this, planted his feet on the ground with his arms bared out in Greek wrestler fashion as he growled back at his opponent. One of DJ's eyes began a slight twitch as his dark pupils shrank and clenched his teeth in anticipation.

The big foot bore down on DJ as the giant of a teenager grasped the beast's arms in mid-downswing. The two opponents grunted and bellowed as the sounds echoed throughout the forest as the birds flew from the scene and branches, dirt and debris scattered around in the isolated area.


"So, Heather, where is DJ?" Beth questioned her former alliance member, arms folded accompanied with an equally upset Bridgette and Harold.

"I, I mean, he was just-" Heather looked around in a frenzy.

"Save it, Heather…" Bridgette interrupted. "We recently got done with TDA, we came here to relax before heading home and you still try to pull your drama act? And using DJ? That's plain low."

"Bridgette, I swear, DJ and I fell off the pier and into the water, I think he hit his head or something and now he's wandering about. You have to help me find him!" Heather again pleaded.

"Heather, seriously, you could stop the act, I'm not buying it!" Beth snapped. "I can't believe you except us to fall for your lies again! Frankly, I thought you'll be saving your own skin with Gwen, LeShawna and Lindsay looking for you."

"Weren't you with them?" Harold questioned for a second.

"Yeah, but I got hungry and stuck around the mess hall for some snacks in case I ran across this tramp and text the others." Beth proclaimed as she held out her new phone. "They're on their way back any minute!"

Heather fell to her knees and cried she then looked up towards three teenagers. "Beth, please, there's nothing to gained with me lying about DJ. I'll accept what's coming to me if only we can find DJ!"

"Beth…wait." Bridgette paused and whispered to Beth. "I know this is Heather and she tricked a lot of us before, but never about DJ being hurt!"

"Yeah, but…" Beth protested.

"And didn't you say you saw DJ at the pier with Gwen and the others?" The blond surfer girl continued.

"Yeah, that witch must have bullied him into hiding her!" Beth fumed up, looking back at Harold trying to calm a sobbing Heather. "She probably did get him hurt and trying to cover herself by being all sympathetic!"

Bridgette quickly held back the diminutive camper as she was ready to trounce Heather.

"Ya know, something is not right." Harold concluded. "Until we find DJ, let's hold off on the accusations…"

"Th-thanks, Harold…" Heather replied.

"You two go on ahead and keep an eye on Ms. Waterworks." Beth said, still slightly unconvinced but concerned about DJ. "Gwen and the rest should be here soon. We'll spread the search from there."

"Thank you, Bethany…" Heather weakly smiled as she wiped her tears from her face. "I'm just really worried about DJ."

"Wow…" Beth said alone and dumbfounded as Harold and Bridgette left to accompany Heather into the forest. "Heather's good but not THAT convincing!"


"Hee-heh! Here comes another pass!" Cody warned he threw the football toward Justin.

"I've got it!" Justin claimed as he was clear from Duncan, Ezekiel, Tyler and Geoff. Justin easily caught a near perfect throw from Cody as Owen and Trent ran interference in their game of tag football.

"Cody, man, that is one amazing arm you got there!" Justin complimented as he came back to his team after completing the touchdown.

"Hee-heh, thanks, Justin!" Cody grinned. "Didn't think you wanted to play and mess up your hair."

Justin gave his patented hair flip as he stood with his admirers, Katie, Sadie and Owen, stare in awe.

"Well, since I was hospitalized by Courtney in TDA, and gained some unsightly flab…" Justin explained as he exposed his washboard abs pointed out the smallest love-handle known to man at his side. "I had figure this is the best way to get back into rugged model shape."

"Oh Justin, it's okay, we just LOVE guys with a little meat on them, right Katie?" Sadie proclaimed.

"Oh, for sure..." Katie agreed.

"Also…" Justin silently whispered as he huddled with Trent, Owen and Cody. "This game is the prefect way to show up Duncan in front of Courtney!"

"S'what?" Owen said confused.

"Courtney loves to win above all else, and what better way to get to her is by beating the TDA 'winner'!" Justin smiled. "With your passes, Cody, Trent's speed and Owen's size, we can really stick in to them!"

"Dang it, Tyler!" Duncan shouted. "Can't you at least try and get in range of Geoff's passes?"

"C'mon, Duncan!" Tyler protested. "Geoff's throws are way off! I thought you were going to keep Owen off my back!"

"Hey, dude! Don't even start on my passes with your lame excuses of catching a ball!" Geoff fired back. "And the last one pass you actually completed was six FEET! And you ran right square into Justin!"

Replay: Tyler, after getting the ball, blindly ran into a yawning Justin's extend arm.

"Fellas, shut UP!" Courtney barked. "It's now 35-7, you guys can't possibly play this pathetic!"

"Sorry, coach!" Duncan sarcastically apologized to his commanding girlfriend. "We are doing our best! Even 'homeschooled' there is giving his best shot!"

Duncan points out a collapsed Ezekiel breathing heavily after running around on the field.

"Hey, captain! I could I get just a couple more minutes? Trent is pretty fast to keep up with, eh?" Ezekiel huffed.

Courtney shook her head in disbelief that Justin, the lazy pretty boy model, might actually beat her team. She looked across the other team as she spots Noah being in the center of his team giving out his next set of plays.

"How did Noah, of all people, know about football plays! ARGH!" The overachiever languished. "It's pretty much over…"

"What's this here?" A question shot out from behind her.

"Who? Oh, it's you, DJ…" She said with low enthusiasm. "It's a game of tag football that the guys are playing. I can't figure out why they can't stop that little twerp Cody! His passes are killing us! Ezekiel and Tyler are next to useless and Geoff and Duncan are still bitter over what happened between them in TDA…"

"Hold up, rewind and play back. What are you guys play-ing?" DJ reinstated his question.

"Duh, foot-ball." Courtney said snobbishly. "Although it's a tag game, I'm pretty sure you don't want to get involve since there's a chance of you might hurt a bug, a flower, or something. So why don't you just go prance off somewhere and practice your ribbon twirling or something…"

"Courtney, honey…" DJ interrupted as he pushed forward onto the field. He looked over his shoulder at Courtney, giving a bone-chilling stare. "Shut…UP…"

A slight bruised up DJ confidently walked towards his fellow campers, noted the score Izzy was in charge of at the other side of the field, leaving a slightly confused and taken-back Courtney on the sidelines.

"Did he just told me?" Courtney thought out loud.

"I see that you guys need some help." DJ said with renewed vigor. "Have Z-man sit this out. What's the play?"

"Deej, what happen, bro?" Geoff noticed his friend's bruises and slight cuts. "You look pretty banged up…"

*Elsewhere, among the broken tree trunks, crushed bushes and broken boulders, Sasquatchanakwa squats silently, bruised and defeated.*

"Nothing, man, just had a little warm-up during my run…" DJ replied with an eerie gleam in his eyes and cold smile he expressed without showing his huddled up teammates. He quickly erased the malice from his face as he looked at his fellow players. "So now, and what's the play?"

To be continued…

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