Noah,

I'm trying to stop having to rely on Jerry, so I need to give him to someone I trust can keep him safe. Plus I think I saw Sierra outside my window again, so I'm hiding everything I can. Can you please take him home? He might help you like he did me...you never know.

Love, Cody

The bookworm sighed. What was this, a mystery novel? Well, the only way to solve the mystery was to find and question the suspects. In other words, track down McLean and threaten him with a lawsuit concerning the time he switched his parachute with guard dogs. Lawsuits were the only way to get anything at all from the sadistic host.

He grabbed the emu and his letter and jogged from the library, leaving the three boys startled. Noah running? Must be serious.

Now, where would an egoistic host be if he wanted to stalk a couple of nerds? Noah thought. I'll start with the basement. Last season he hid in the haunted house's basement to watch the Final Three. Chris isn't the brightest light in the Christmas Tree, so he might try it again.

Stopping in front of the elevator reserved for teachers only, Noah took the spare key he had coerced out of the janitor and inserted it into the lock. He pressed the down button and waited, checking his watch for the time. Only twenty minutes of lunch left. He had better make this fast.

The elevator doors opened, and Noah stepped in. The only other person in it was a tall and hooded girl. Curious, but not a teacher. He ignored her and pressed the B button. The other button lit up was for the first floor. The lift jolted downwards and reached the first floor. When the doors opened, the girl walked out, stepping on Noah's foot in the process.

He cursed. "Hey, what's your problem? Got dumped for your bad attitude?"

The girl turned for a second, and a flash of violet hair was seen. She didn't speak, but gave an answer in the form of a single finger. Noah sighed. Girls, never liked them anyways. The doors closed, and the elevator continued its descent downwards.

The basement stinked of dust and mildew. Noah covered his nose with one hand. Luckily, he didn't seem to be allergic. He checked the two doors. One opened to show a single janitors closet, obviously not used in several centuries. The other was locked, and Noah pressed his head against the door to check for any sign of life. Not a sound.

Pulling a chain of keys he had "borrowed" from the vice principal, Noah tried each one in succession. The fifth, an old key that looked like it came from Gringotts, worked, and the door swung open. Noah grinned, and the small light in the cellar showed it was...

...a wine cellar?

Noah facepalmed. He knew about the janitors issues with alcohol, but this was ridiculous. He checked the time again, and cursed. Five minutes until class started! He jogged, much more slowly, towards the elevator. Oh well, I'll interrogate Cody after school.

As soon as the elevator started its ascent, a strange thing happened. The racks of beer started to move up towards the ceiling, revealing a very relieved Chris and Chef, surrounded by screens showing feeds across the school.

"I didn't think that boy was gonna fall for it..." Chef muttered.

"Me neither. I guess he was too worried about missing class to check properly." Chris smoothed his hair, which had become messed up after Chef had unceremoniously shoved him under the desk. "Ah well." He turned to the camera in front of them. "Well viewers of the greatest spin-off ever to hit your screen, what will happen next? Will Cody ever explain to Noah what he's doing at his school? Where is Laura and her tape which will 'explain all?' And who was that girl in the elevator? These questions might be answered in the next episode of...

Total...

Drama...

YAOI!" He promptly gets slapped by Chef. "Sorry...

Nerdling Edition!"

Chef shrugged. "You spent about three seconds on the title, didn't you?"

"Hey, I like it! It has a certain ring to it!"

"No it doesn't!"

"Yes it does!"

Hiya again! Sorry for the wait...and the short chapter...and no Cody... Well, I do have a little thing called school that makes me a little crazy. Ah well...Please R&R and PM me any ideas you want. Hey, I might actually use them. You never know...

Have an exceedingly joyous day! Or night.