Another one shot. DI is coming along but I just got some inspiration for a quick little something something.

Chapter Two: Gone.

Setting: Right after the Killer Bass lose in "Basic Straining".

Genre: Romance/Angst.

Pairing: Duncan/Courtney.

This bit big time. They were this close to scraping off the win, but Geoff just couldn't handle it.

Duncan sighed, currently laying on his back on his top bunk, hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

It wasn't all bad though, he decided. He had finally gotten to kiss Courtney, even if the kiss did taste a bit like vomit…didn't matter though, still a great memory.

His thoughts turned to the elimination ceremony, but that was just more unpleasantness. It was time for Harold to go, and he knew most, if not all, of his team was onboard, but it still sucked. He didn't like the little dipstick much, but you couldn't say he wasn't an asset to the team.

Someone knocked on the door of the cabin. Duncan sat up, eyebrow raised and curious. He knew exactly who would knock on the boys cabin door.

"Come in," he drawled.

The door opened and in walked Courtney, smiling.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" She asked him, walking over and sitting on the bottom bunk opposite to his-Tyler's old bunk.

"Better, that headrush hit me hard." he told her.

"Yeah, it's too bad Geoff lost it for us." Courtney sighed, "we had finally got one up on the Gophers last challenge and now we're gonna be one behind after this one."

"I didn't see you do all that much, Ms. Giggles." Duncan rolled his eyes.

"I know," Courtney looked at the floor with rosy cheeks, "that was totally embarrassing."

Duncan laughed, slipping down off the top bunk and walking over to his girlfriend. "Don't worry about it. Once Harold's gone we'll be totally in sync - Deej and the blondes and us."

"I guess," Courtney sighed.

She was still distressed, he realized, so he sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Relax, Princess," he told her as she melted into him, "it'll all turn out okay."

He fully believed it, too.

"I only have five marshmallows on my plate," Chris said solemnly.

The six remaining Killer Bass members were sitting on the two rows of stumps at the campfire. Bridgette, Geoff and DJ were on the top row and Harold, Courtney and Duncan were on the bottom.

"and these marshmallows represent the campers, that will continue to be…campers…here." Chris continued, glaring sternly at six of them.

Duncan glanced at Courtney and saw that she had rolled her eyes. She noticed him looking at her and smiled at him, and he returned it, the both of them trying not to laugh.

"You've all cast your ballots in the Confession Can. If I do not call your name, then you must immediately go down to the Dock of Shame, catch the Boat of Losers, and go home!" The host took a deep breath, and added with a sly grin, "and you can't come back. Ever."

Duncan gulped. That slimy jerk of a host sure knew how to set the mood. A quick glance at his teammates told him they were all nervous, except for Courtney, who seemed to be smiling smugly at Harold. The nerd had noticed and was looking very worried indeed. He felt a twinge of pity for the ginger geek, but brushed it off. It had to be done.

"Duncan." His attention was ripped off Harold as the host called his name.

"Yeah!" He cheered, exchanging an exhilarated look with Courtney before going up to grab his marshmallow.

"DJ," Chris said, causing his buddy to cheer as well. He joined Duncan at the fire.

"Bridgette…Geoff…" The host continued, and the two blondes smiled as they joined Duncan and DJ at the fire.

There was only one marshmallow left, and Courtney and Harold were still sitting.

"Campers, this is the final marshmallow of the night," Chris told them all.

A slight stab of doubt pricked Duncan's mind. He thought Harold would've cast his futile vote for Duncan, not Courtney. He brushed it off, though. Harold was definitely going home.

"Harold," Chris said after a long pause.

The name hit Duncan like a punch to the gut.

"What?" Courtney shrieked, standing up indignantly as a smiling Harold grabbed his marshmallow, "you guys voted for Harold over me?" she walked past the rest of the Killer Bass, all standing slack-jawed at what had just happened.

"Yes, yes," Chris rolled his eyes, "always a shock."

"This is an outrage!" the CIT protested, "I demand a recount!"

It was then that Duncan finally found his throat. Mouth like cotton, he croaked out, "aw seriously dude, I know for a fact that there were at least three of us that didn't vote her off!" He pointed a thumb to Geoff and DJ, who nodded earnestly.

Chris didn't listen, though, and merely snapped his fingers. Before Duncan could react Chef had barged in, knocking DJ and Geoff to the floor and grabbing one of his new girlfriends arms. Chris took the other and began dragging her towards the Boat of Losers, with Courtney shouting the whole way "I do not concede!"

"Aw man," Duncan gripped at his hair, "this sucks!"

"I was your only hope!" Courtney screamed at them as she got closer to the Boat, "I was a Counselor In Training!"

Duncan could only watch on in horror, and was vaguely aware of Geoff putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You gotta say something, bro," he whispered in his ear.

That snapped Duncan out of his trance, and he nodded at his friend.

"Courtney, wait!" he called out as he ran towards the Dock. Crap, what was he going to say to her? He wasn't any good at this mushy-lovey garbage…he absent-mindedly felt his pockets and felt the skull he had begun carving before the elimination ceremony. It was shoddy and unfinished and certainly not meant as a gift for Courtney, but she didn't know that. Besides, girls liked all that mushy crap, right?

"I made this for you!" He called, tossing the skull to her. She caught it easily and looked down at it.

"Duncan!" She gushed, before getting a closer look. "Okay…this is really weird and creepy but…I love it! I'll never forget you!" were her last words to him before she faded out of earshot.

He could only wave.

And then she was gone.

Duncan turned to his four teammates with murder in his eyes, "who betrayed me?" he yelled, looking immediately to Geoff and DJ, "was it you punks? Did that blonde ditz convince you to vote for her?" he said that part to Geoff.

Geoff looked hurt, "What? No way, brah! I would never do that to you!"

"And don't call me a ditz!" Bridgette added angrily, "I voted for Harold just like everyone else!" She noticed Harold standing right next to her and flinched, "uh, no offense, Harold."

"None taken," Harold said calmly, "I think what happened was pretty obvious."

"Oh yeah? Enlighten me." Duncan said sarcastically.

"Well my guess is that Heather saw you two kiss and thought you would become a power couple, so she snuck in and changed the votes." Harold shrugged.

Duncan stopped short at that one. He put a hand on his chin thoughtfully. "How did you know we kissed?" he said suspiciously.

"I heard you talking about it with Geoff," Harold lied.

"It wouldn't surprise me if Heather did that," DJ said quickly, eager to get out of the 'hot seat' he was wrongfully sitting in. "Girl is mean as a snake, dude."

"If she did, can you eliminate her?" Duncan asked Chris, who was still standing there.

"No, but we'll look into it," Chris said vaguely, "if Courtney's elimination was indeed wrongfully forced by another camper, the most we can do is take measures to assure it won't happen again." he scratched his chin thoughtfully, "and we'll have to cut this whole scene from the final episode so Courtney doesn't know I looked into it. She seemed pretty serious about calling her attorney."

"Ugh," Duncan sank to his knees, defeated. "This sucks," he repeated.

"Come on, we should get some rest," Bridgette said to them, "we can't let the Gophers win again tomorrow."

Duncan regained his feet, "I guess," he straightened up. He couldn't show how much Courtney's departure was hurting him, "we'll definitely kick some Gopher butt tomorrow," he said with a confidence he didn't feel.

"You coming, Harold?" DJ asked Harold as he, Duncan, Geoff and Bridgette made to leave.

"I'll be there in a minute, I'm going to toast my marshmallow," he wheezed.

Duncan split off from his teammates at the bathrooms, and went inside and turned the shower on. He let it get nice and hot and was under the water for a good five minutes before he finally let the tears flow. She was the best thing to have happened to him in a long time, and now she was gone.

Gone.

Welp, there it is. Had this half done for a while and finally got the inspiration to finish it up. I'm not a huge Duncney fan, I personally prefer Gwuncan, but I've never written Duncan/Courtney and wanted to give it a whirl? How was it?

Until next time guys, ciao!