Within days of the incident with Sierra, both Geoff and Bridgette started to regret not getting some sort of useful information out of her, because the fact that she knew where certain people were while they didn't was too big to ignore. There was the problem that taking that information would have been slightly rewarding to Sierra and her insane plan to get rid of the two ladies in question, and that problem was what, in the end, made them feel better about not getting anything from her.

The problem still remained that they couldn't access either of those people, but that was okay. It was better to not see them and invite them than it was to reward insanity. However, it was not okay that they didn't know where to go next, or who to talk to, or anything of that sort, and just accepting Sierra's help would have solved that problem for them instantly. "I guess we just see who ends up at our door next, huh?" Bridgette asked, taking a sarcastic tone as she did. "Maybe she'll send one of them out here to us."

"No thank you, don't want anyone else coming into our place and causing a scene. Pretty sure the carpet still has her tears and footprints on it." There was a long pause before Geoff said anything else, during which he and Bridgette shared a look that made him realize that whatever he had just said made no logical sense. "Okay, okay, uh, maybe having someone come visit that isn't her would be cool!"

"That's the spirit, but I doubt it's going to happen. I think we made Sierra want to not help us even a little bit, which is fine and all, but it would be nice to get to talk to either of those ladies to get them in on this." She sighed. "And I don't know anyone else who would know where they are. Well, except Cody, but we saw how well trying to get him involved worked. That's how we ended up with Sierra."

He nodded, agreeing with her. "Note to us, no sending Cody anything that we don't want her to see. The dude's cool and all, but not when he's got a stalker girlfriend who isn't really his girlfriend around. Makes me glad you love me and I love you and we're not like that."

"Okay then. Love you too, but that doesn't answer what we should do now, like, at all. Unless someone does end up at our door, but we know that's not going to happen." She frowned a bit, thinking on what to do. "Maybe it's time we go visit someone ourselves again."

"Maybe! It's about time we take a little vacay, don't you think?" They looked at each other again, and this time he waggled his eyebrows a bit seductively, except the goofy grin on his face ruined whatever powers of seduction he was trying to use. "I know exactly where we should go if that's the case. Somewhere you love going."

Her frown disappeared and was replaced with an almost equally goofy grin. "The beach?"

"No way, Bridge! Somewhere better, somewhere we don't go nearly enough!" After being reminded that they hardly ever visited the beach and handwaving it off, he told her his great idea: "We should go visit your gal pal Courtney! It's been a long while since we last saw her, yeah? She's probably gotten so much better at all that law stuff she likes and maybe she would be down for what we've got going and it would just be fun! You like this plan?"

"Like it?" The grin had faded but it didn't mean that Bridgette wasn't at least a bit excited for what had just been suggested. "Sitting somewhere with Courtney and listening to her talk about law school and stuff isn't as fun as surfing the waves would be, but it's better than listening to someone talk about things that hurt others, so I say let's do it! Way to go, coming up with that, Geoff!" To finish, she planted a long kiss right on his lips, running her fingers through the ends of his hair as she did. When they broke apart, he was visibly shocked by her display of affection and she laughed. "Now why don't you come up with how we manage to do this, huh?"

"Depends, you gonna kiss me again like that if I do?" The look he got after asking that told him that yes, she certainly would kiss him like that if he did, and it was inspirational enough to get him to come up with a plan to go see Courtney, complete with actually warning her that they were coming, within a day; alas, it wasn't until the next month that they actually made the visit, but planning it was good enough to get his reward.

Due to some sort of weird rules that never were really explained, their meeting couldn't take place in the little office that Courtney was working out of. "My boss would prefer if I only interact with my clients in there, and since you are friends and not clients, I guess this coffee shop is where we're going to have to talk today." It was really all they got out of her on the matter, but it was okay because she promised that she'd pay for whatever drinks they got to make up for the inconvenience. "I know you were probably very interested in where I work, but today is not the day for you to know about that."

"It's okay, at least here we'll be able to talk about things that aren't boring law stuff, and it won't be weird." Bridgette smiled at her friend, who gave her a straight-lipped look in return. "Okay, what's up? Normally you laugh when I talk about how boring what you do is, and you don't look like you're going to laugh."

"You're right, I'm not going to laugh. There's a lot on my mind right now, involving my client and his case and whatnot. But it's things I am not at liberty to discuss with anyone aside from him, so I guess I should focus more on being with you guys instead of all that drama." She shrugged, before slamming her hands on the table before them. "So okay, what brings you guys out to my little corner of nowhere?"

At the same time that Bridgette tried to sugarcoat things and say that it was just wanting to see a good friend, Geoff had to start explaining the truth. "We need to get people involved in a reunion thing and you're totally one of the people who need to be there!" he exclaimed, completely drowning out his girlfriend and her answer of, "Just to see you and get to hang with you again."

"Uh huh, which one of you am I going to believe here? Certainly not the one who is reinforcing something that had found its way into my mailbox back home that I saw last time I was there." She winked, and that was when the two learned that the address they had found for Courtney wasn't the one for this area, but rather the one she had used back when she was still going to law school—as in, the last time they had been the ones to plan the visit. "But I'm not mad that someone here just tried to lie to me, because I know, I know, I'm the one who started the whole 'suing Chris' thing, so why would I want to know about a reunion for the show he wrongfully made me lose?"

"You mean you're not bitter about that part?"

"Of course I'm bitter about that part, Bridgette! I could have won money to pay for law school if I hadn't been booted like I was!" She took a few deep breaths to keep herself from losing her calm. "But no, I'm not going to be mad about knowing about the reunion. In fact, as long as that devil McLean isn't there, I would love to be a guest at it, provided that it works around my busy schedule."

"He's not going to be there, don't worry. That's why we're the ones in charge of it." Bridgette looked to Geoff, who was looking at the barista at the counter, and after she slammed her foot down on his to get his attention back to the conversation, she continued to speak. "He said like half of the old contestants have restraining orders against him, so he can't come, no matter how badly he wants to be there."

Courtney gave a small gasp in surprise at what she had just heard, but it wasn't the part about Chris wanting to be present that got her metaphorical goat. "You mean, other people followed in my footsteps and did that? Ugh! That's like, so wrong! I am going to find out who did that and sue them for copying me!"

"You, uh, really like the idea of suing people, huh?" Geoff asked, trying to actively become part of the conversation to try and not focus on the person working the coffee machines. "That's cool, but maybe you shouldn't do that so much. Might make people not like you."

"Nonsense, everyone likes me just fine! I'm not going to press charges or anything about this little revelation here, but if I find out that anyone at the reunion did what I did…there will be trouble for them. I guarantee it." She shook her head, fury in her eyes. "No one copies me and gets away with it!"

"Um, Courtney, that's taking it a bit too far, don't you think?" Bridgette was well aware that she was close friends with someone who was slightly unhinged, but she was taken aback by how unreasonable she was being about this. "Everyone's allowed to make their own decisions, and maybe that means that others get law papers that say Chris can't be around them. Not everyone had a pleasant experience with him, you know."

"Yes, but you're forgetting that everyone else had a fair chance at winning, but mine got unlawfully taken from me! They have no reason to want him away from them, but I do!" She hit the table again, startling Geoff, who had started to look over at the barista again. "Thank you for informing me that I've got copycats, and I am going to deal with them swiftly and justly."

"Maybe you should just let them be. After all, them getting the law involved against him doesn't affect you in any way, right?" It took a bit more convincing to get Courtney to retract her statements about wanting to punish everyone who had taken the same actions as her, but once she admitted that she was going too far with things, it gave Bridgette a bit of peace of mind knowing that she wasn't going to get others in trouble. But it also gave her the chance to look at Geoff and see him once again looking back at the counter. "Um, Geoff? What's got your attention?"

"Nothing, nothing," he replied, turning back to smile in his girlfriend's direction. "Just thought I recognized someone, that's all. No biggie."

She gave him a smile in return. "No problems then?"

"None at all. 'Cept that I can't tell if I know the dude, but it's kinda rude to go up to someone and ask them if they're someone else, especially if it's not them." He looked back over at the counter, where on the other side the male barista stood. "Just wish I could tell if that was him or not."

"If that was who?" Bridgette craned her neck to look for herself, but from her vantage point, all she got was a view of the counter and the top of a green hat. "Can't see him from here, sweetie. Can you be more specific?"

He shook his head. "Nah, don't want to get your hopes up if it isn't him."

"Courtney, do you know of anyone we'd know that lives around here?" Rather than pressing the issue further with Geoff, she tried to see if the other person present would be of any help. "Like, anyone who would work here?"

"I don't associate myself with commoners, so no. I only interact with people who would be interested in my law services, like, for instance, someone who is looking for a legal and sneaky way to get back into someone else's life." She sounded snooty as she said that, and it took a second before Bridgette realized where, exactly, that was leading. "While I normally wouldn't condone such behavior, you have to admit that getting to rifle through someone's spending history to see what she's up to is somewhat liberating, especially on the off chance that I uncover something that would make her less appealing."

"Please tell me you're just fantasizing." Grabbing her head and shaking it slightly, Bridgette tried not to believe what she was hearing. "Because I've heard someone else talking about getting two people back together, because one side wants it, and if you are talking about the same couple she was…"

"Let me guess, it was Sierra who told you." The silence she got in response gave Courtney the answer that it was indeed. "She can't keep her loud mouth closed about anything. If I wasn't checking all her blogs regularly I would assume she would have posted about it on there too. But no matter, she told someone I trust and I know you're not going to tell anyone else about that." She looked at Bridgette, who was still giving little shakes of the head in her friend's direction. "Especially since I know how you feel about one of the people involved."

"So you're in on her insanity? I can't believe it. I thought you had some sense!" She stood up, still clutching the sides of her head. "You're helping out a guy who manipulated us both out of a million dollars!"

"Yes, and? Things change. My lawsuits against Chris got me much more than that, and once my law career is off and running, I will be making more money than I ever would have from that show. And do you know how I'm going to get my career started?" She looked beckoningly at Bridgette, who sighed, dropped her hands, and asked how she would do such a thing. "I need to successfully get one case all taken care of. One. And my case of choice, when it gets to the point that binding documents are needed, is the one that revolves around managing to hook Heather back up with Alejandro."

Bridgette lost her composure then, her shaking reaching a maximum point, and she screamed. "Don't mention that man around me!" was all she got out before she devolved into a bunch of loud groans of anger and frustration, eventually storming away and leaving the building to cool down.

"I wonder what her problem was," Courtney said in a questioning tone, looking at Geoff who seemed to not have been paying attention to anything that had just occurred, even though everyone else in the café had. "Wait, what's your problem? Don't tell me you're going to freak out on me too."

"No way, just thinking about that guy. I think his name's Tyler." For anyone to believe that Geoff was correct would be insane, and Geoff himself had a hard time believing that he could be right, but after letting the name pass through his lips he thought that maybe, just maybe, going up and asking the guy himself wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. "Now if you'll excuse me," he said, standing up, "I've got to go see if I'm right."

"Find your girlfriend while you're gone, will you? She stormed out of here and I'm not going to waste my time sitting here when I have better things I could be doing." Her words were largely ignored, because Geoff was determined in his mission to see if the barista was indeed who he thought he was, and so she sat at the table in the corner and just watched as the man she had been in the company of made his way to the counter and started idly chit-chatting with the guy behind it.

Three interruptions later, all of which were people wanting to order drinks, and it was time for the big question to be asked—or, anyway, that was the plan, until Geoff saw that the guy was wearing a nametag. Now, up to that point, he figured that his suspicion was right and that this was the guy he thought he was, but after seeing the nametag with the name Peter written on it, he learned that he was wrong. "Uh, sorry to break from this fun convo we've got going on, but I think I've gotta go. Sorry, bro." It was all he could think to say to make things less awkward than they were now that he knew this wasn't the guy he thought it was. Besides, he still had to find Bridgette and get her back in the café from her little outburst. "It's been nice chatting with you."

"No way, man, it's been nice chatting with you! Didn't know anyone from the Total Drama crowd would want to actually talk to me, heh." The guy gave a sad-sounding laugh, before turning to clean one of the machines. "No one ever thinks, hey, maybe that's one of my old friends. They just think I'm a nobody."

"You mean, you're not a nobody?" There was surprise in Geoff's voice, because already his heart had been set on the fact that this wasn't who he thought it was. "But there wasn't a Peter on the show. At least, I don't remember there being one."

The guy looked confused for a second, before Geoff motioned towards his nametag, and that was when it clicked. "Oh! My name's not Peter, this is just the only nametag we had stashed back here. For a second I thought that you were doing the thing everyone does with calling me the wrong name, but no, you're just reading my tag." He grinned. "I'm Tyler, bro!"

"You are?" He nodded, and the blond man jumped up in excitement, thrusting a fist into the air. "You are! I knew it!"

"Yeah dude, who else would I be?" Tyler grabbed a rag and set it on top of the counter, before using it to wipe around a bit. "Well, besides a washed-up reality star, I guess."

"Washed-up? So you got a day job. Everyone's got one! Me and Bridge, we do the radio thing. I guess Courtney does law stuff. You gotta make bank somehow, yeah?" Geoff was trying to be positive, but really, how was he supposed to make working the counter at a café sound positive? "Besides, this place seems nice enough."

A head of shaggy brown hair shook sadly in response. "No way, this is the worst place ever. But where am I supposed to go? Big cities? Nope, can't show my face around those. Small towns? No one does anything in those, they'd all know what I did to earn this job!" He threw the rag aside when he was done wiping the counter, and looked straight at Geoff's face. "I can't go back to fame, dude. Like I said, washed-up."

"I don't think I'm following you, bro. I didn't hear anything that would make you bad or anything, so I think you're just pulling my leg. This is a good day job and you're killing it." He smiled, but Tyler frowned in response. "Okay, maybe you aren't killing it. What's the prob?"

"The problem is that I made a fool out of myself and now I'm, like, banished from the reality TV circuit. Or something like that. 's what Linds told me last time I talked to her." He gave a wistful sigh, propping his head up on his hand, his elbow resting on the counter he had just cleaned. "It's so bad, she doesn't talk to me anymore, and it's not because she doesn't remember my name!"

"Wow, then it must be bad. But are we talking embarrassing bad, or dumb bad, because I've done the first one. Wore pajama pants on the red carpet. She called me out on it." Geoff dwelled on that memory for a second, before a hand touching his shoulder snapped him back into reality; he looked to Tyler, but neither of his hands were on Geoff's side of the counter, and the hand was a bit too tanned to be his anyway.

"Excuse me, but I think I said get your girlfriend, not spend all day talking to the worker here while I waste my precious time!" Courtney's shrill voice was right in Geoff's ear, and it took a lot out of him to not say something mean to her about how rude she was. Instead, he sighed, gave a small wave of farewell to Tyler, and walked out the café, leaving her alone with the man she didn't know was anyone important to her. "Now that he's gone, I'd like to order."

Tyler straightened up, looking professional again. "You could have said that without getting Geoff to leave. He was actually being nice to me."

"You aren't getting paid to have people be nice to you, you're being paid to make me coffee." She looked up at the menu, trying to decide what she wanted, but just because her attention was on something else didn't mean that she couldn't still be rude to Tyler. "Besides, Geoff is nice to everyone, even those who don't deserve it, like you. In fact, because you decided to snap at me for getting him to leave, I think I want to file a complaint with your manager, and maybe sue the place for wrongful treatment of customers. I wonder how much I could get if I edit some pictures to make it look like you hurt me…"

"That's not fair! I didn't do anything wrong except say that you could have let Geoff stay and placed your order at the same time." He gave a deep sigh, as Courtney began to list off her exact drink request, with specifics and all. Once she was done and he had repeated it back to her, he tried to get through to her with who he was, all while making her drink. "Don't you recognize me? We were on the same team in Total Drama Island!"

Courtney blinked a few times, leaning to see him a bit better, but shook her head as if she really didn't recognize him. "Sorry, don't remember you. And don't talk to me about that show, I have placed many lawsuits against it and unless you mention it to me in a specific way, you can get in trouble for talking about it. You don't really want to add to the list of complaints I have about you, do you?"

"No, I don't." It was the last thing he said until he finished making her drink, when he then asked for her to pay for it and she refused. "I don't think you're allowed to refuse to pay. Pretty sure I can't give you your drink without money."

"I want to speak to your manager then. Right now. Think you can give me terrible service and get away with it, do you?" She actually leaned across the counter and grabbed the drink from him, but as he hadn't put the lid on it completely it sloshed everywhere, the hot coffee hitting both of their hands. In response, she yelled, while he completely threw the cup and made the mess worse, the coffee now going everywhere on him and her both. Her screams just got louder, earning the attention of every person in the café, plus the workers who were behind the scenes, and then, most importantly, Geoff and Bridgette, who were returning from outside at that very moment.

"What's going on in here?" they both asked, and while Bridgette just stood by the door and watched the scene before her, Geoff ran up to the counter and started shaking Courtney, who was going on and on about how she was going to sue the place until it closed. "Dude, what are you doing? Why are you being like this to Tyler?"

She was drenched in coffee, the aroma of all the flavors and the coffee beans coming off of her, and she was in too much of a tizzy to answer him. Tyler, however, was using that rag from before to clean himself off and could easily answer: "She doesn't know it's me, man. No one ever does."

"Why are you being buddy-buddy with the worker who maimed me with coffee?" Courtney had calmed down enough to let her voice be heard, although it had screams all throughout it. "Geoff, stop being a nice guy to everyone and actually care about your friend!"

He looked at her, his eyes narrowing. "You're both my friends, and I can't care about you more than him when I'm pretty sure all you've done is be mean to him." As he let go of her and walked back over to where Bridgette was still standing in shock and confusion, he could hear Courtney screaming that he needed to go back over to her and fix things. "No way, you're too bossy and mean and don't deserve my help."

"Are you going to explain what's going on?" Bridgette asked him when he came back to her. "Or am I going to have to go fix things to find out what happened?"

He gave a handwave in the direction of the mess. "I'll explain it to you later, babe. Let's just go before your best friend there wants to punish me for something I didn't do." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and rested his head on hers, smiling as he did. "She's a real mood-killer and I don't want to be here anymore."

The last thing they heard was Courtney actually cursing in their direction about how she would make someone pay for what had happened, be it one of them or someone still present. It would have been perfectly fine if that had been the end to their not so amazing adventure in that town, but there were other plans, ones that directly involved someone who had been there for the entire incident. It had been a phone call, one from a number that Geoff's phone had called before but didn't have saved, asking to meet him out at a little shop on the edge of town that evening, and even though it was a bit mysterious and fishy that such an event would happen the same day he may had sort of angered Courtney, he decided to go through with what was being asked of him.

The shop was closed by the time he got there, which must have been part of the plan, because sitting out front, both hands bandaged up, was Tyler. "Hey, you actually came!" he exclaimed, motioning for Geoff to sit down next to him, which he naturally did. "Figured you'd worry I was gonna bust you or something for what happened earlier. Not your fault at all, by the way."

"Man, sorry about that," Geoff said in an apologetic tone. "It was all my idea to come out here to see her, and so I guess that means it's kinda my fault you got hurt."

"Happens all the time! Or, at least, it used to happen all the time when I was doing something interesting with my life." He sounded a bit sad as he said that, and he banged both bandages together, wincing as he did. "Yep, this is something I'm totally used to."

"You aren't sounding too chill with what's happened to you, dude. Do you need a listening ear to talk at, because I am down for listening to your story if you want." The offer was well-received, and thus began Tyler recounting everything that had gone wrong in his life over the past year or so, starting with the time he completely forgot to put on pants before going on camera on whatever show he was competing in at the time, and he accidentally flashed his manhood to the world. That got him kicked off of that show, and all of his later appearances on other shows to be canceled, plus it made Lindsay unable to be around him because of her own show that she was almost always filming. So it had caused their relationship to crumble—not like it had been very strong to begin with—and it had left the poor guy out on his own, having to do menial jobs to get by, just because he wasn't really good at anything.

"To top it all off, I'm not even able to play sports anymore. Any time I play anything, there's always someone there asking if I'm gonna flash them, and I just can't focus on the game when someone wants to see me naked." Tyler gave a long sigh, leaning over and letting his shaggy hair cover his face. "Now I've got no job, again, and I'm just in the worst place ever. Bet everyone else from back in the day has gone places."

Geoff thought for a second about where everyone else was, before shrugging. "Not really, yo. Just a few of us have done anything with our lives, and really that's just me and Bridge and Lindsay and I guess Courtney. Except you know as well as I do that Courtney probably has let that whole law thing get to her head. She's crazy."

"She cost me my job, dude."

"She did, and you know what? I think that means maybe it's time you get out of this funk and come with us and get your fame back!" Geoff nudged Tyler in the ribs a few times, expecting to get a cheerful reply, but all he got was another long sigh. "You don't like that idea?"

"It won't work. Someone out there thinks I'm not good for TV and wanted me out when I flashed the world on accident. If you want to reclaim my name for me, cool! Awesome! But I'm not going. I'm staying boring old lame Tyler, not the famous one." The amount of dejection in his voice made Geoff truly feel bad for this guy, but not just because of the way he had lost his fame. He felt bad that Tyler had lost the woman he loved due to everything that happened when he forgot his pants, and then it hit him: Lindsay was famous, she was a judge on a show, and she had talked to him on the red carpet at the Gemmies. If he could manage to find her and talk to her about this, maybe he could do some romance rebuilding.

Later that night when he got back to the hotel room and saw Bridgette waiting for him, he had to tell her his plan. She wasn't so enthusiastic about it, saying something along the lines of "we shouldn't get ourselves involved in fixing others' problems," but she did like the idea of taking a trip out to go see Lindsay. After all, she had been skipped over in favor of the man in the puppy pajama pants at the Gemmies, and there needed to be time to work her magic in getting the famous judge to come to the reunion.

It was just a matter of finding when the best time to make this trip would be.

A/N: I really love this chapter! Not only does it tie in with the other fic, but it gives some interesting bonus information for it! But there's also everything about Tyler here that just breaks my heart, and I hope that everyone liked seeing him. Even if he wasn't exactly up on his luck here.

Let me know what you think of the fic so far! I'm super curious and excited to see what y'all have to say!