Chapter 7

A/N: Okay so I'm skipping a few episodes that have nothing to do with DxG. I'm going straight to I See London. All of Team Victory has been eliminated. Remaining contestants are: all of Team Amazon, Alejandro, Noah, Owen, and Tyler.

Now let the story begin!

Gwen P.O.V.

So we finally got off of that stupid island thanks to the people at the aftermath show. It's a good thing too, 'cause if we stayed any longer I think Heather would've tried to kill us all. She doesn't like feeling helpless. And now we're on the plane, in the loser class.

"Why are we in the loser class? We won last time, or didn't lose anyway," Heather said.

Sierra started to explain, "Chris said he needed first class today for a secret, special guest, and what Chris needs-"

"Chris takes. From us," Heather cut her off.

Then I felt a sharp burning pain on my left hand. I screamed out in pain and started to blow on it. My left hand had gotten sunburn while we were stranded on the island. How did just my left hand get sunburned? I have no idea. Courtney quickly jumped up and apologized, then offered me some kind of medicine that helped ease some of the pain. The catch? It was made out of bird crap.

"Bonding over bird poop? Is anyone sane left around here?" Heather asked. I proceeded to ignore her.

After a while Chris's voice came in over the intercom. "Attention helpless competitors, we've been denied permission to land, so you're gonna have to jump." We all started protesting at the intercom despite the fact that we knew Chris and Chef wouldn't hear. "And Chef may have miscounted parachutes."

"I'm a cook, not a mathematician!" Chef said in defense. It was pretty weak though, because you could barely classify some of the crap he tries to feed us as food.

"So," Chris continued, "you might wanna light a pepper under your butts and grab one before they're gone." We all took off running and luckily I snagged one. Owen and Noah ended up sharing one.

Chris had is climb into a double-decker bus so that he could explain the challenge to us. Yeah, we were in London, and it looked freakin' amazing.

"Wait! Where's Alejandro?" Of course Heather would notice his absence. It was so blatantly obvious that she had a thing for the Latin hottie, even if she denied it.

"Yes, where is he?" Chris said in that voice that let you know he was up to something. "The answer in a sec. But first, GUN IT CHEF!" Chef started the engine and we were driving through London. Chris managed to get a microphone and started to explain what would be an, undoubtedly, lame challenge. "London, home to loads of wicked stuff. Big Ben, The London Eye, The sandwich stuffed with French fries known as the Chip Buddy-"

"Yes please!" Owen exclaimed.

"-London's also home to Scotland Yard, the biggest crime-busting out fit, but there was one case even Scotland Yard couldn't crack, Jack the Ripper." I stand corrected. "The wacko serial killer who terrorized Victorian London. Today you'll be tracking that bad boy down. But be careful, Jack's also hunting you. That's why Team Chris Is Really Really Really Really hot is now shorthanded."

"What? The Ripper got Al? Not Al!" Owen cried out.

"Next stop, Tower of London!"

Heather turned in her seat to face me and Courtney, we were sitting behind her. "Do you think he's okay? Umm, because, wow, big advantage for us. Yay!" Ha please who is she trying to fool?

"Yeah. Also, can I just say I know tons about the Ripper. I did a speech on him in grade six." That was the best report I ever did. We were so gonna kick ass!

"Wow. That's unexpectedly useful of you," Courtney somewhat complimented me.

"The librarian said my fascination was morbid and occasionally offensive." Ha I freaked out that librarian. She always gave me weird looks after my speech.

"Should we look for Alejandro?… I mean, you know just in case this is some kind of dirty scheme of his or-"

"Let them look for!" Courtney cut Heather off. "Get this, my grade six speech, the Tower of London."

"Wow. We're like a nerdette dream team!" Yeah I know, me and Courtney a dream team? Who would've thought?

Chef dropped us off outside of the tower and Chris told us that we'd be given clues to help us track down the Ripper, and the first clue was hidden in the clothing of one of those English-guard-dudes that don't ever move. I ended up having to be the one to search for the clue, but instead I grabbed a Cody mask that Sierra carried around with her and stuck on the guy and Sierra practically maimed him.

We got the first clue and Courtney read it aloud, "Pull taught atop a southern spire… Quick follow me!"

Courtney led us to a torture room and we ended up having to stretch Heather on a rack which was pretty fun. But we'd lost Cody and Sierra which wasn't so fun, but there was still three of us left. She called us both bitches and we just laughed.

*Confessional*

"Yeah, I know, Courtney. I never thought I'd even be able to tolerate her! But she's deal-able. We even have stuff in common, which is like the weirdest thing ever! If I tip over the edge and start to make Courtney-type lists, rack me!"

*End Confessional*

Once we stretched her out enough we opened a compartment that got us our next clue. "If your teammate can still use her feet, bring her down for something to eat."

"The banquet hall! That's downstairs off the courtyard! Heather?" Courtney wanted to know if she could still walk.

"Please. I'm fine," she said trying to get her limbs to work properly again. We heard a cracking noise and started laughing again. "At least tell me I look taller!"

"Oh, yes, you could be a runway model."

"That's a stretch." As we walked down to the banquet hall we kept annoying the crap out of Heather. Once we got to it we looked into the window and saw some type of jewelry box and Courtney and I went in to get it, while Heather volunteered herself to stand guard in case the Ripper was lurking inside. We almost got attacked by stumpy little guard dogs but I used an egg shaped object to calm them, like when I trained my lizards. The egg was actually a container that held the clue. We went out to tell Heather but she was gone. "Read the clue," I told Courtney.

"The Ripper's most natural place has two levels inside its space. Go use your sack to bring the guy back at the red starting line to the race. Think. Think!" She ordered herself slapping her hand to her head.

"Okay, the Ripper's natural place. If I remember right from my speech he did his dirty work in White Castle."

"So we go there and we look for a two-story place. Come on!" She took off running and I followed suit.

Once we got to White Castle we realized that only place open was a punk club, which was awesome, but not what we were looking for. Courtney didn't wanna go back empty-handed and wanted to fill the bag with something. We paused to think for a second when we heard an announcer.

"Welcome your number one German punk band, Der Schnitzel Kickers!"

I don't really know why but we looked into the room where everyone was. I was completely shocked. "Holy schnitzel, is that-"

Courtney and I ran back to the plane as fast as we could and made it back before Owen and Noah. They caught the real Ripper-person who ended up being Ezekiel. Chris was gonna let him back in the game if no one caught him. Dude had been living in the storage area and looked totally wrecked. Chris threw him out of the plane… for the third time this season.

"So who did Courtney and Gwen catch?" Heather asked.

"Well Chris wanted a criminal," I got ready to pull the sack off of our criminal, "So okay, we didn't catch the right one but…" I pulled off the sack which was covering Duncan. Everyone was surprised. Duncan wasn't at the spot where the people from the aftermath were supposed to pick him up so people have been looking for him like crazy. Chris's head almost exploded. Courtney and I thought that we saw him a couple of weeks back, sitting on top of a mountain, but it was just a freakishly similar shaped rock that looked like his silhouette.

"You brought me back here?" Duncan asked angrily. "Ugh! Where's the stupid exit again?"

"Not so fast quitter!" Chris stopped Duncan from walking away. "Thought you could skip out on the game, eh? Thought I wouldn't find you, hmm?"

"Um, you didn't. We did. Sorry," I pointed out.

"And that's why Team Amazon wins today compe-tish."

What sucked though was that Team CIRRRRH got Duncan as a consolation prize. I would've preferred him over first class.

On my way out of the confessional I heard Courtney yelling at Duncan. "And how could you think it was okay to just leave like that? Because it was not! Ugh! Abandon me again and it will not be pretty! Now, get over here you big lug!" I tried to escape going unnoticed but Duncan saw me and caught my glance. He was hugging Courtney. "I'm not really mad. I just missed you."

He gave me a look and said, "Every time I ran from the cops I thought of you." I knew he wasn't talking to Courtney.

Like a turtle retreating back into its shell I walked right back into the confessional. I just sat there for a wile thinking. Since Duncan left I thought that I was starting to get over him. I thought that I could finally deal with the fact that he was meant to be with Courtney and not me. I convinced myself that he was meant to be my best friend and nothing more. I sighed, "I don't know how everyone can sleep, especially Courtney. I'm still fuzzy like I drank too much coffee ya know?" I realized that people might realize what I was talking about. "'Cause we won," I forced a laugh. I started twiddling my fingers just like a little school girl. "And Duncan's back, and, he missed…us." I could feel the goofy expression that was on my face. Then he walked in. "Oh my gosh, I didn't lock the door?" I slapped my hands to my mouth, worried that he heard something I said.

"The lock's busted. What happened to your paw?" He pointed at my hand. I'd totally forgotten about it until he pointed it out.

"This is so stupid, but I have no idea! And I'm so glad you're here to mock me about it." I smirked. We loved to make fun of each other.

"Me too," hand grabbed my hand and it hurt like a bitch, but I completely forgot about it once I looked into his teal eyes.

"Ow! Hey…"

We gazed at each other until our lips connected. Nothing had ever felt so right in my life. I felt a spark that I never felt with Trent and I felt desire that I never felt for Trent. He tasted amazing. I inhaled his scent, he smelled exactly like he did before he left. I can't even explain what the butterflies in my stomach were doing or how hard my heart was pounding in my chest. If we got close enough he could probably feel it. I love him, and there's no way to deny it.

I was lost in bliss when I heard footsteps, then the sound of someone hitting the ground, and a pained, "Crap."

Fuck.

Duncan P.O.V.

I like Gwen, I always have. From the moment I saw her on Total Drama Island I was attracted to her. I got distracted by Courtney, though, and I fell for her. Then shit happened and TDA came around. Gwen became my best friend and I started to like her again, but I was still into Courtney. Now after two seasons of this damn show I realize that I don't want her. She's hot, and I'm hot, but that's all that we have in common. That's all that I really even like about her now that her attitude has gone from fiery to full on bitch.

Holding Gwen's hand and staring into her smoldering eyes made me feel more attraction than I ever did with Courtney.

We kissed and it was explosive. It was just like her, amazing. I don't wanna sound mushy or anything, but it gave me feelings that I will probably never admit feeling.

I know I shouldn't have kissed her while I was still with Courtney, but I don't belong with Courtney. Courtney doesn't love me and I don't love her. But Gwen… Gwen is… Wow.

I heard footsteps, someone hit the ground, and then a pain-filled, "Crap."

Tyler.

Fuck.

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A/N: And there you have it. I threw in Duncan's P.O.V. there just to add something different. More DxG-ness coming up in the next chapter.