Since today is my last day of winter break, I decided to hurry up and finish the second chapter to the story. I'm sorry to say that it's not as long as I wanted it to be, but it's a good transition towards all the action in the next chapter. Next chapter's when all the fun starts to happen! As I said before, I'll try to keep this story updated at least once a week. Anywho, enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Total Drama stuff or the Princess and the Frog...though I seriously wish I did.

Duncan turned to face Heather and was opened his mouth- most likely to tell her to go get in a fight with a razor or some other rude crack about her baldness- but then he got a good look at her and was stunned into silence. His teal eyes grew wide with surprised as he continued to stare in astonishment at the villainous chick approaching.

The head that was just this morning covered in skin now held a flowing trail of luscious, raven-black hair.

Heather sensed his surprise and sexily flipped the long raven locks over her shoulders, smirking. "I see you've seen the new improvement."

Duncan gave a jerkish scoff. "Please, anything is an improvement from the wigs you've been wearing. Where do you get the last one? The Ringling Brothers' hand-me-down collection?" He leaned towards her and took a strand between his fingers, giving it an experimental rub. "Hmm…weird. It feels real."

Heather growled and slapped his hand away. "That because it is real, you skeeze!"

"Pffft! Impossible!" Duncan argued, crossing his arms. "Not even Owen can grow hair that fast. Trust me, I've had to use the shower after one of his armpit shaving days!" After that, Duncan had learned to always be the first one to take a shower.

"Oh it's possible." Heather stated with one hand on her hip and casually examining the fingernails of the other. Her slate-gray gaze slyly slid over to Duncan. "Especially if you have friends like mine."

"Queen Bee has friends?" Duncan laughed. "I find you miraculously gaining hair-growing powers more believable than that."

Heather bit back a snide insult she longed to throw at the vile criminal's face. She had to focus! The delinquent would get his due all in good time….she just needed to play the cards the right.

She acted indifferent to the insult and continued to play it cool, keeping the smug smirk on her face. "Ha-ha. Very funny." Heather slid closer to the Duncan, almost pressing against his skulled chest. She tilted her head upward, gazing up his bewildered face with a coy smile on hers. "You know, my friends might be able to help you with your little love problem."

Duncan shuddered uncomfortably at Heather's closeness and instinctively took a couple steps back, distancing himself from her. If there was one thing he'd learn from staying in the game for two seasons, it was that being close to Heather never led to anything good. For him, it had led to him and Owen losing a challenge and him being kicked off…AND it also led him to having to clean to the bathrooms for her High Bitchiness! Nope! He'd learned his lesson.

"What makes you think I have a love problem?" Duncan asked, acting unconcerned.

Heather rolled her eyes at the idiot's denial. "Oh please, everyone knows that you're walking on thin ice with Ms. CIT."

"What are you talking about? Courtney and I are doing great! She's all over me!" An uncomfortable feeling washed over Duncan as he said those words. They sounded…wrong…as if they didn't belong to him. He hid his discomfort by snapping at Heather. "And why you even care anyway? You've never worried anyone's relationship problems before!" He blinked and quickly added, "Not that there are any."

"Well, we were teammates for quite while during this season." Heather pointed out. "And as your teammate, I'm trying to make sure that you don't make a big mistake."

"Like the one I'm making now by listening to you?" Duncan retorted.

"I'm being serious." Heather snapped, glaring. "The only reason that Courtney went back to your sorry criminal butt is because you won the million! How's that for a good relationship?"

Heather's biting words hit Duncan like a slap in the face…scratch that…it was more like that safe from the last challenge crushing him again. Heather saw the expression on Duncan's face- a mix of anger and shock- and smirked. She had definitely hit a mark.

Duncan gave his head a quick shake, snapping out of his stunned state, and fixed Heather with a withering glare, eyebrow furrowed with anger. "That's not true! Princess has always had the hots for me. She just had too much of a pole up her butt to admit it."

"Oh yes, we definitely saw how much she loved you when she broke up with you…on live television….screaming about how much she hated your guts." She cruelly added.

Duncan flinched as if slapped. "She was just letting out anger. Courtney knows how the game works…she knew it was going to happen sooner or later." Perhaps he should apologize to her about that…just in case.

"Courtney definitely knows how the game works." Heather said, darkly grinning as if she were enjoying the whole conversation, "She proved that when she abandoned you on the beach with a sprained ankle for a million dollars. Such deep devotion…"

"She voted for me!" Duncan growled, beginning to really get ticked off.

"Seriously, is that the best you can come up with?" Heather scoffed. "That was just a splat of ink on toilet paper that Chris presumed-" She used air-quoted. "-was a vote for you. Courtney could have easily voted for Beth to get back at you." She victoriously folded her arms over her chest. "Face it, Dunky, Courtney's feelings towards you are as fickle as they come. Make one false move and you can say good-bye to Ms. Priss."

"You…she….oh, SCREW OFF!" Duncan yelled, finally having enough. "I don't know why I'm even still talking to you. Like you, of all people, would anything about relationships except how to ruin them." He turned his back to her, fists clenched, and began to angrily stomp away. "I'm out! You want to find me I'll be at the pool torturing the new intern!"

Heather called after him. "Fine, be that way, but before you go, answer me one question. Who are you really trying to convince? Me," the raven-haired girl smirked, "or yourself?"

Duncan stopped dead in his tracks, hand inches away from grasping the exit. Though his back towards her, Duncan's blue pupils had flickered from the door to Heather.

Heather stared at the delinquent's frozen backside and sneered in triumphant. He was all hers.

"Well," she purred, stretching her arms and beginning to walk away. "I can see you're ready to go off making a criminal out of yourself. If you feel like trying to rebuild whatever scrap of a relationship you still have with your precious princess, you know where to find me." Heather pressed the 'up' button on the elevator and stepped in once the doors slid open. She turned and Duncan still standing by the glass doors, unmoving. "I'm sure my friends would love to help."

The elevator doors closed.

Duncan remained where he stood, hand still hovering indecisively over the door handle. Despite the fact that he hated Heather's guts and wanted nothing more than to forget this entire conversation, the chick's words continued to replay themselves again and again inside his head. Even though all the acts that Courtney had committed- breaking up with him, abandoning him for a million bucks- had been true, that still didn't mean that she didn't care for Duncan as much as he cared for her…

Right?

Duncan lifted his head and stared at his reflection, identically blue eyes blinking sadly back at him through the glass. Or maybe Heather was right. Maybe he was just trying to fool himself. Maybe it wasn't Heather he had been trying to prove wrong….

….it was himself.

Slowly, Duncan's hand fell away from the door. He ran a hand over his hair and face and muttered, annoyed, "I can't believe I'm actually doing this."

The delinquent continued to shake his head in disbelief even as he walked towards the elevators. Once the doors opened and Duncan stepped through and went up towards the top floors, something in lobby began to move.

Where the pile of objects that the contestants had thrown at Chris stood, something began to slowly crawl its way to the top. The top item, Harold's yo-yo, was pushed away by a stumpy arm made of rags. The voodoo doll that Gwen had thrown at Chris stood up on its ragdoll legs and watched the elevator move up with Duncan inside it, button eyes narrowed in keen interest.

A wicked sneer stretched across the voodoo doll's face. It let out an evil cackle and the Chris clothes that Gwen has put on it earlier slowly burned away. The ashes of the old clothes fell away and reveal the voodoo doll with a new appearance.

It now looked just like Duncan.

Is it wrong to be a Duncan and Courtney shipper and yet strangely enjoy Duncan/Heather?xD I don't know why, but I found the small amount of flirting that passed between the two in the last two season kind of cute. Ahem, back to the story. As you have probably already guessed, Heather will be play the Dr. Facilier's part in this story. Justin...you know what, nevermind. I'm saving that for chapter four. There will be characters playing the parts of Ray and Louis in this story, though I'll have you guys guess who they are. Don't worry, the rest of the contestants will be talking and appearing in the story pretty soon- Harold, Izzy, and Ezekiel in particular will play some good roles in the story.

Oh and the reason for the voodoo doll at end?

....Well, I just liked the voodoo dolls in the movie. Seriously, they played wicked drums and should have appeared Okay, okay, there's an actual reason for it being there, but I ain't sayin' nothing!

Anywho, please review!