I haven't updated in forever. Sorry. ^^'' And this will likely be the last update for this fanfic. I jumped big time to the episode after 'Aww, Drumheller'. I did this because, one, all the eps being released has made it less fun to do those eps and two, because I really wanted to play with the idea of them making up. Enjoy!

Alejandro pov

It was late at night and we were all, the four of us, laying on sleeping bags of the sorts. They could hardly be called such and were a major piss off. I hated them as well as this situation. And it was all thanks to Sierra blowing up the freaking plane! I wanted to wrap my hands around her scrawny game obsessed neck and just-just...God! I growled from irritation. "Idiot." I breathed. But she wasn't who I was most upset with. I opened my eyes to glance over at the real culprit of my feelings.

There she lay, hands wrapped around herself, enticing coal colored eyes shut tight, and hair sitting above her head in that ponytail of hers. I growled as I had when thinking of Sierra, only with more disgust. I hated her. She had said she wouldn't do it. She promised not to vote for me. Yet she did it anyway. I shouldn't be so surprised after having known her personality so well. We had struggled day in and out to get the other booted, failing every time. We'd fought constantly, making it clear neither of us wanted to be classified in the same group as the other. We were our own person. So why was I so shocked?

I frowned lightly, looking from her to the dark sky littered with stars. It was the brightest I'd ever seen them since forever. Mostly there was little hope for seeing stars shine so brilliantly considering all the lights that towns had on all throughout the day. Yet even then they managed to remain brighter then me in this moment. It may sound pathetic, especially for someone like me, but it is nothing short of the truth. She hit me hard where it hurt. Where no one else could even dare to work themselves into without falling flat on their face. She was...different.

There was a noise to my left and I broke my gaze away from the sky to fall back on her. She had rolled herself over onto her side so that she was completely facing me now, yet her eyes remained closed. She was grumbling something as well, but I was beginning to doubt that she was really asleep. If she were then she wouldn't be tossing and turning quite so much, trust me. I'd watched her sleep so many times that it was hard for me not to know these things. And despite the urge I refrained from calling her out on the matter. I wanted to see when and if she'd open her eyes.

She tossed and turned relentlessly for at least an hour before finally opening her eyes to reveal those coal like orbs of hers. The only thing that could have made them more beautiful to me was if she had shot daggers at me once she realized I was staring intently at her. Only she didn't. In fact, she did just about the opposite.

"Trouble sleeping?" I said through clenched teeth, eyes narrowed into slits.

Her eyes grew wide, mouth a flat line as she stared back at me. Still, despite her obvious confusion over why I was staring at her like I was, she tried to sound just as annoyed as I did. "You aren't?"

"Nope." I said curtly, not yet wanting to allow my sentences to be to long and risk me spilling something about the confrontation I had planned.

She snorted, rolling her eyes. "Then why are you up?" she growled, pushing herself up onto her side so that she was resting her head in the palm of her hand much like I was. But I was still taller. I guess my arms are longer.

"Why are you?" this question game was getting us no where fast, but it was better this way. For now. I needed her to be as frustrated as I was before anything could happen.

She seemed to hesitate a moment at my question, looking away from me with a sense of unease. She chuckled nervously. "Because I want to be." she said with that flare I'd grown accustomed to.

"Oh. So you like the stars too?" I pressed, glare getting more intense by the minute.

She made a face at the notion, quickly acting to cover it up. "Of coarse." she squeezed out, once more making that disgusted expression. I figured it must be habit.

It was my turn to snort. "Yeah right! You hate the stars." I half snapped, jerking up into a sitting position. "You told me so yesterday!" I pointed a finger at her accusingly, sighing irritably.

She swallowed hard, raising up into a sitting position like me. "I did not!" she denied, failing much as she did when denying she had feelings for me. I cringed at the mere thought. Ha. Some feelings. She loved me so much that she broke a promise. She might as well have been my enemy. And for all I know she could have been all along. Perhaps there had never been any real feelings in her whatsoever, just...lust.

"You so did!" I cried in a high pitched voice that I immediately wished I had not used. "We were sitting in first class and you were looking out the window with your hair down and head in your hands, and you said-" I was cut off before I could finished my ramblings.

"Ok! Ok! Fine." a pause. "Shesh, stalker much." she scooted back a smidgen, arms crossed. "Who are you? Sierra?" she smiled ever so slightly at the thought, quickly letting the momentary happiness slip back into seriousness once she remembered I was still there.

"No." I hardened my gaze further. "I just know how to learn things." I raised both brows in a snobbish like way.

She rolled her eyes a second time, looking anywhere but at me. Although this did nothing to keep the blush that had been hiding from rising to the surface, albeit only lightly.

I smirked darkly like I'd done so many times before. Only this time I really wanted to freak her out. "Like how I know Bridgette is weak minded without her boyfriend beside her, Leshawna will do anything for a pretty face, Courtney is only a bitch because she's to afraid to let anyone in, her natural hair color isn't brown, she would die to have one of those stupid first class cookies, Lindsay sleeps with her head in the seat of first class..." I trailed off. "Must I go on?"

She snorted. "So what? Those were girls, of course you'd know everything about them. They probably told you it!" she threw her nose in the air. "That's cheating."

I chuckled lightly, nearly forgetting my immense displeasure with her. "Alright then." I licked my lips before continuing. "This girl is nothing short of a bitch, she gets under everyone's skin without even trying, but not because she wants to, she needs to. She does it to feel like she's good at something because in her mind she can't do anything right. So why not make being mean what she's good at?"

"I told you girls don't-" she jumped in, me being the one to cut her off this time.

I held my hand up. "Not done." I was being curt, but I didn't care. "She has a thing with her ears. She is always touching them like they might transform into a hideous beast." she furrowed her brow at me, still confused about who I was referring to. "She hates the first class cookies because she is allergic to them, which makes me want to shove them down her throat at times, she always taps her fingers when she's impatient, making me want to glue her hands together, she has freckles all over the bottom of both her feet." her mouth was agape now, but only slightly. So I went on, getting deeper. "She likes to stare out the window because she wants to pretend she's somewhere else. Anywhere."

"W-Wait..." she murmured, sounding more like a question then anything. She was getting closer to realization. Only a couple more for the list.

I gave a pained smile. "She refuses to trust anyone, like Courtney, because she doesn't want to be betrayed." I grit my teeth at the thought, it linking back to my own betrayal. "She has a fire inside her like none other, her eyes are black as her soul, her smile cruel and conniving on her best days, venomous on the worst, but her touch is gentle, contrasting with everything about her." I started to ramble, forgetting the point of this tangent was not to compliment her, heck it especially wasn't meant to describe her features. It was to piss her off. "She is the only one that sees right through me. And the only girl to truly get me, falling head over heels in the process. She's...special. Not fake. She's..." my voice faded.

She picked up where I left off. "...me..."

I looked away from her, hating being so stupidly weak. I had to recover from this. "And I hate her! She's a lying trickster who can't stop playing games! She has no heart!" I snapped, eyes ablaze as I stared her down, mouth twitching slightly.

It was strangely sudden and an astonishment to me as her dark eyes became laced with tears. "Your analysis is over then huh?" she said in a weak tone, her lips pressed tightly together as if this was the answer to remaining cool and collected.

I continued to stare at her, now with a little bit of confusion. But only a little. I understood that most of what I said could hurt a person or make them increasingly pissed, but what I didn't get is why she went for the first. Throughout this whole bullshit show she had rarely if ever shown any signs of weakness. Even when it came down to her losing a tooth or supposedly losing me to Courtney she hadn't broken. She got revenge. So why the sudden change of heart? My opinion couldn't mean that much to her. Otherwise she'd have never screwed with me in the first place. "Yeah." I said distractedly.

She swallowed hard, slowly lifting herself up from the ground into a standing position. "I'm going for a walk." she kept her voice steady, but it was a chore to do so.

It was a slight thing, pretty trivial, but I could tell even with her fidgeting that her body was quaking. And no matter how angry I was at her and her deception I couldn't help but feel bad. This, to me, was a first. I hadn't felt bad about anything I'd done. Much like her I took pride in my accomplishments. When Bridgette kissed the pole, I laughed, when Harold hung onto every one of my words and later gave up his position in the game I glowed, and when Leshawna finally discovered my true intentions just moments before falling from the plane I grew cockier still. For a while there was a lull but then I got Noah kicked out. The feeling I gathered from this was a sicker satisfaction. So why was now different? Why her? "Heather!" I cried, half reaching for her as I slowly rose to my feet to stand an inch above her. "Don't." I warned.

She looked lazily over at me. "Why?" she snapped, eyes narrowing into slits. "Mr. I hate you so much you might as well die! Why in the world would I ever listen to you!"

"Because you always do!" I clenched my fists.

She snorted. "I'm gone." she said flatly, turning back around.

"Don't act like you're innocent!" a pause. "I know what you did." I said through clenched teeth.

She froze within a moment, doing a turn about, her face suddenly blank. "I'm sorry, what?" she laughed nervously.

I raised a brow at her, daring her to lie to my face.

She laughed again, rubbing her arm. "I've done a lot of things."

I drew the passports from my pocket, their texture crispy and still warm.

She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.

"You voted for me!" I screamed with no thought toward the other pair sleeping not far from us. I parted my lips to add some smart ass comment when instead I decided I'd merely sigh with aggravation. I then turned so that I was only half facing her.

"I-uh..." she looked about herself as if the answer was floating in the air around her. "NO! I didn't!" she screamed, arms pressed against her side like an army man.

"Liar!" I breathed deeply, closing my eyes tight so as not to have to see her face in order to remain calmish. "It's one thing to purposefully set me up to fall down. I get why you'd do that. I'd do it to. But lying after the fact! What's the point!"

I opened my eyes to see her lick her lips and drop her gaze to the ground. "I had to do it." was all she said, lips pursed.

"Oh, ok. Because that's what everyone would do after they were just saved by that person! I do it all the time!" My words dripped with sarcasm and carefully hidden hurt as I faced her again.

"Like you wouldn't have done the same!" she shrieked, taking a step closer. "I know you! And I know you'd sooner betray anyone then 'help' them." she sneered.

"And I know you!" I glowered, unmoving from my spot. "You may be a bitch but you don't do what you did!" I shook my head.

"You're wrong!" she came closer still. "So just shut up!" both her hands shook, one more so then the other.

"Whiny, little bitch. Can't handle the guilt?" I taunted, knowing the outcome before it happened.

It happened in the blink of an eye. She struck out at me, knocking me clear across the face without any resistance on my part. "Shut up!" she bellowed, tears welling in her eyes. "I didn't want to..." she murmured softly, voice shaking a bit.

I raised a brow. "Then why?" I lowered my tone like she did. I didn't want to come off as to aggressive. For I only wanted to break her, not make her break down. Seeing her cry would kill me more then I'd ever admit.

She took a step back, swallowing harder with every silence. "You." she growled through now clenched teeth. I didn't understand. "It's always you!" she was slipping back into defense mode. "Every damn thing!"

"What the hell are you talking about!" I moaned. "What did I do! I saved you!"

"Yeah! After you set me up! Hypocrite." she hissed.

Now I was in the spotlight, stiff as a board.

She rolled her eyes, forcing the tears that rested on the edge to stay back. "Sierra told me! You were going to eliminate me!" her lip quivered.

"No!" I insisted, moving toward her. "I mean, yes." I took a hold of my head to try and keep it from aching like it was. "But that was before!"

"Before what? Before you knew I was in the palm of your hand!" she shook with fury mingled with what I perceived to be pain.

"NO!" I breathed in deeply. "Before you promised." I held my head in shame.

"Well maybe I wouldn't of had to if I thought I could trust you!" she bit her lip. "You hurt me..." a tear slipped down her cheek. "So I did what I do best."

I felt a pang in my heart as I watched the tear make its way down her face. That and the way her voice shook were to much. "And maybe I wouldn't have made the picture if I'd realized how important you were!" I froze somewhat. I hadn't meant to say it that way. She would take it differently then intended.

She was taken aback by this, as I suspected. It was obvious she had expected anything but what I'd given her. "So..." she whispered. "What do you mean...?"

"I lie, everyone does, and I did it all throughout the game to everyone I came in contact with. I did it to you too. You were just harder to work. A challenge. I screwed with your emotions every chance I was given. I flirted, mocked, and tempted you as best I could. And it worked." She was scowling at me. I stopped to collect my thoughts and make sure I knew what I was doing. If I was wrong...my dignity would be gone as well as her. "But it backfired as well. I slowly started to like you more and more with each day. Yesterday just sealed the deal." I hesitated, looking away. "When I saw you under that rock so helpless it made me...feel bad. I mocked you. But I didn't mean it." I was rubbing the back of my neck at this point. "So...when I saw those votes...it hurt. You betrayed me."

She stared up at me, eyes wide. "You...like me...that much?"

I blushed a little, quickly denying it as always. "No. Not at all." Although I'd specifically stated I did care for her greatly.

She chuckled. "Ok." she placed her hand on my shoulder, smile forming on her lips for the first time since I'd rescued her. "It's ok. Don't let it get to you. People hurt each other sometimes, even the ones they care about." her smile never waned. "Wanna come?" she added.

I gave her a questioning look.

"A walk. I told you I was going." she let her hand slip from my shoulder as she stared deep into my emerald eyes. "Hmm?"

I smiled back, falling into place beside her. "I guess." I smirked. "As long as we're both exhausted come morning it's not cheating."

She snorted. "I'm a night owl. I'll have ten times the energy you will." she grinned, eyes full of life.

"But I'm a guy." I poked her nose with a finger, laughing.

She scowled, laughing just the same a moment after. "That's sexist."

"What isn't?" I shrugged as I said it, unconsciously moving my hand down to hers.

She looked up at me with confused eyes, at first seeming as if she might pull away. So it amazed me when she locked her fingers in between mine, smiling softly up at me.

I wished she'd kiss me in that moment. But I didn't want to press it. Things were already so much better then I imagined they'd ever be between us. So why not let things be? For now. For this perfect moment.

So how was it? I feel they were kinda out of character, but it was fun nonetheless. :) And it'd be nice to know of any mistakes. Please review! :D