"Hey! You can't do this to me, I'm Chris McClean!" The former host of the popular reality TV show shouted as he was unceremoniously thrown into a holding cell. "Hey watch the hair!"

"I never liked that guy, anyway. He broke up Duncney!" Afterwards when the other guard looked at the man strangly the man attempted to shrug and said in self defensive, "What?! My teenage daughter likes them, is all." And scratching his head self conciousily.

The taller guard seemed not to buy his story completely but said, "He looks a lot older in person."

Chris leaped off the floor in idignation, grasping the prison bars, "Do nott! And you can't do this to me I'm Chris McClean! Come back here!"

In what felt like hours to the quickily detterrating C list celebrity but in reality was only a few minutes he sat in a ball rocking back and forth repeating the phrase, "I'm in my jacuzzi. I'm in my jaqcuzzi." Even Crazy Joe was looking at the dark haired man nervously.

"McLean." Said the Duncney fanboy guard from before and motioned the former host who had by now had pulled out most of his (thinning) hair, "C'mon even sadistic b******s who broke up my precious Duncney get a call." Was the guard blowing his nose and crying?

Chris on the phone, "Mommy, I'm scared!"

A few minutes after that Chris' face was pressed up against the prison bars, hysterically he yelled, " I'm innocent I tell you! I been framed! It was Chef, he was the mastermind!"

"Way to throw someone under the bus, Chris."

Turning around Chris spotted he familiar dark skinned man sitting on a bench by himself leaning against te cement wall a deep scowl on his face. "Chef? Ha, are you talking about what I just said? That was just a joke. By the way, how did you end up in here?"

Chef slowly approached him a murderous look on his face, "You ever here of the term 'accomplice'."

"Well its always been you and me, right buddy? All for one and one for all." Chris forced out a small chuckle and let out a Noah esq. shrill sounding femenimine scream when Chef lunged and announced his plans of 'killing that honkey!' jumping into the lap of an inmate.

"So uh what's your name?" Chris said trying his best to hide behind the light skinned prision with a shaved head and away from Chef.

"Crazy Steve."

"Interesting. How did you get that... lovely nickname?" Chris asked realizing from those prison shows he watched how important it was to make connection when your doing time, and hiding from a revenge seaking Chef.

"Killing my wife." Chris instantly jumped away from the now smirking prisoner but curiosity got the best of Chris and he asked the man with the crazy eyes why'd he do it.

"She needed it." Was Crazy Steve's simple reply and smirked afterwards.

"I see," Chris said slowly backing away from the bug eyed man, into Chef, yelping Chris ran around the jail cell in circles, the slower Chef running behind him.

This lasted half an hour until they both collapsed onto the dirty floor to tired to move to a bench, "As soon... as I catch... my breath... you're dead, McLean."

One of the larger black inmates must have found Chris an easy target he approached, "White boy, gimme your sneakers."

Looking down at his size eight, new Nikes and back towards the African American's large feet Chris said plainly, "I don't think they'll fit you."

Growling, the large man came closer but Chef quickly stood on front off Chris and yelled. "Back off maggot!"

"Whatever." The bald headed man said after flinching and sat back on his bench knowing the odd were against hin at two against one.

Chris and Cheff both sat on the bench their backs together. "I guess I never told you this enough, but thanks Chef."

"Yeah, yeah. As soon as we get outta here your dead meat McLean. That should be pretty soon you did call the producers right?... Right?"

"Sure did. And I meant it! From now on I'm going to make a genuine effort to appreciate you more."

"Chris! Chris! There you are! Come on this place is getting me depressed."

Chris looked behind him up a pair of red stilletoes, a pair of smooth shapely tan legs, red dress, and blonde hair to the face of an unpaccient and annoyed Blainley. Was it just being him being copped up here, was his eyees decieving him or did Blainly look hot today?

"Blainley! I never thought I'd say this, but I'm happy to see you! Let's go!" Right then every women depreived man in the cell had to storm up to Blainley and pleaded for autographs, posters, pictures, letters anything from the now gleefull Blainely. "Hey! One at a time boys!" Blainely said sighing the back of an inmate with a black marker smiling.

"Okay lets go Blainley." Said Chris a bit aggravated nobody wanted his signature and maybe a tiny amount jealous how her attention wavered away from him.

"Hey, wait a sec, this place seems to be growing on me." Blainley answered as she sighed another poster before handing it back.

"If you agree to marry me I promise I won't kill you." A love struck Crazy Steve said looking up at a horrified Blainley.

"That's nice..." she answered backing away and shouted for the guards to hurry up and open the cell door.

"Hey what about me?!" Chef yelled at them both hands grasping the prison bars. "Remember all for one and one for all? Chris!" he yelled to their retreating backs.

"So the producers asked you to come bail me out? I knew they would." Chris said casually sucking in the fresh air and stretching like he was in there for months and not a half a day.

"The producers? Geez Chris, how naive can you get?"

"What are you talking about?"

"After this stint of your's, the producers of Total Drama want nothing to do with you. They even offered me a job to replace you next season, but I turned them down, again. And I bailed you out. Me." She said pointing to herself.

Now Chris was just plain confused. "But, why would you do that?

"It is really quite simple Chris. One host equals alright ratings, but two fabulous host equals a ton of ratings!" Blainley said clapping her red polished hands together in excitement, "And even I can admit you were an entertaining host. So thats why I'm offering you a job, hosting with me the next season of Total Drama! No more meddling producers, air tight contracts, its just us and my production company in control! Ofcourse, I'll get most of the profits. Forty-sixty sound good to you?"

"Do I get a hot tub?" Chris asked completely serious.

Blainley rolled her eyes but nodded her head in agreement, they shook on it, and headed toward Blainley's red corvette and hopped in.

"It would have been a shame to let that hair of yours go to waste behind bars." Blainley admitted making Chris chuckle and agree.

"Hey! I almost forgot about Chef?"

"What about him?" Blainley scoffed dismissively.

"He's my right hand man, I need him!"

"I'll think about it."

"Mildred, please!"

"For the millionth time it's Blainley, and what do I get out of this deal?!"

Chris leaned over and started whispering in his ear, Blainley cheeks turned bright red before she caught herself.

"Fine." She agreed making a u turn earning many hobos from incoming cars. "I can't fit him in here so he's taking the bus!"


Your choices are for the next chapter:

A. What ever happened to Mr. Coconut?

B. Heather acts like Alejandro's nurse after TDWT. (Because people wanted both to be options from the last chapter I'll still leave this option here.)

C. Zoey returns to Nebraska, his birthplace. When Noah comes back to get her. Idea from the song "You & I" by Lady Gaga (This was actually a request from FanTD97)