A/N: Reasons for the wait….um yeah there's just too much to even tell, so please forgive me and enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 7: Remember What You Told Me

Despite her being the ultimate queen bitch, Courtney had to admit that deep down she had always felt a sense of respect for Heather. The girl was pure evil, but she knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to get it, even if it meant manipulating everyone around her and backstabbing them.

During her time on Total Drama Action, Courtney had suddenly turned into an antagonist and was almost as bad as her. But ultimately it was all about fighting for what you believed you deserved. Courtney had worked her ass off on Total Drama Island only to be unfairly booted off by Harold, and then she had to deal with Duncan's friendship with Gwen while she sat on the sidelines unable to do anything but watch like some lovesick fool. So it was only natural for her to guarantee that nothing like that ever happened to her again, that she'd make sure she'd win every challenge and never let Duncan get the best of her again.

Courtney believed that Heather must've dealt with some similar circumstances that left her feeling cheated too. That maybe that was why Heather pushed people away and wasn't afraid to be nasty. But Heather didn't have someone who cared about her and to pull her back down to earth, Courtney did, and that was the difference between them. Duncan had always been Courtney's rock to her psychotic out of control kite. Most people thought it the other way around and that Courtney was actually the stable one of the relationship, but they were sorely mistaken.

"I asked you a question Courtney!" snapped Heather as Courtney continued to gawk at her in shock. "Is that my wedding ring?"

Courtney wanted to yank the ringer off her finger and give it back to Heather, but Courtney was actually scared Heather might snatch her whole hand off if Courtney made any sudden movements.

"You stole it," Heather venomously accused.

Anger was a quick emotion Courtney was able to turn to, she wasn't about to be blamed for something she didn't do, especially when Duncan was the one who really did it.

"I did not!" she snapped finally removing it from her finger. "I'm actually returning it, if some gratitude is too much to ask for."

Heather took back her ring with an evil look coming to her face. "If you're the one returning it then it isn't hard to guess who stole it," she said placing the pieces together. "Figures that thief of yours would be too cheap to buy you your own diamond and go steal someone else's."

Courtney rolled her hand into a fist. That one comment hit her hard realizing just how right Heather was. Instead of admitting her pain Courtney rolled her eyes dismissively. "He was drunk, I was drunk, and it was a stupid mistake."

"Probably your last mistake," Heather spat nastily. "I really don't care now that I have my ring back but Benny doesn't forgive so easily."

Courtney was yearning to punch that smile off of Heather's ugly face, but doing so would only be digging hers and Duncan's grave. She had to handle Heather the only way Heather could be handle, through negotiation. If that didn't work then Courtney would punch her lights out.

"Heather, Duncan and I are in a lot of trouble. We both could go to prison. I know you don't care but please try to help us out. We did bring you back your ring."

Heather flipped her hair over her shoulder. "You were the ones who stole it in the first place, and it's not like I can stop the police from chasing after you. That whole mess is your problem."

Courtney sighed recalling the police and the stuff they had stolen. Today was just too damn long. "I'll worry about the police, but what can I do to make you call your husband off of Duncan? Right now he's running from the police without his pants, literally! I know your husband has connections to the police."

Heather rolled her eyes annoyed. "I could get Benny to back off, but I still don't really see why I should, you two brought this on yourselves."

Courtney wanted to scream at her, but kept her cool trying to hit a soft spot in Heather's cold shell. "I know if your husband was in trouble you'd do anything to help him. I know you can understand where I'm coming from."

Heather seemed to be studying Courtney silently. Courtney thought she was going to turn her down and leave her feeling completely defeated with no help at all. Instead Heather shook her head and laughed softly. "Truthfully Courtney I don't understand where you're coming from because unlike you I don't love my husband."

Courtney wanted to deny loving Duncan, but wasn't sure if she could sound convincing enough to say it. Even she was having trouble convincing herself of it. Especially when Duncan had kissed her just moments before distracting the cops so she could get away. Her lips still burned being so familiar to his.

"I married simply for money," Heather said shamelessly. "I find it unbelievable you two even still feel that way about each other. Really it's rather amazing."

Courtney fidgeted nervously. Heather was the last person she wanted to share her feelings with, especially when Heather had simply married a gangster for money and the title to be a dangerous mans wife. But again there was that respect Courtney felt for her, not many woman had the guts to live the way Heather did.

Heather suddenly sighed and began walking back into her mansion. Courtney was about to panic that that was all Heather was going to do until she turned back one last time to Courtney and replied, "I'll call Benny and tell him to call off the cops on you for a little while. That should give you enough time to get the hell out of town."

Courtney almost felt like hugging her, but opted for thanking her to which Heather rejected expectedly.

Courtney was about to walk away when Heather suddenly called out to her. "What's in the duffel bag?"

She'd almost forgotten the heavy load on her shoulder and looked back at Heather miserably. "The reason the cops are after us."

Heather let out a low whistle. "Good luck then girl, you're going to need it….especially in Vegas.

Duncan's lungs were on fire. He didn't know how long he'd been running from the cops but he knew his body couldn't hold out much longer. All he was in was a pair of sweats and a hoody he found on his way running out of the hotel. The hoody was too tight and the sweats kept slipping off. He didn't even have shoes.

He panted heavily in the middle of the alley praying Courtney had gotten to the wife safely. He then prayed she came back safely. For all Duncan knew the wife could've been some evil shrew. He hadn't even seen the wife once; the ring had been snatched out of her jewelry box while she was sleeping.

Duncan was met with relief and confusion when he started hearing the sirens disappear. Had she done it? Had Courtney succeeded?

He moved round the corner to smack straight into onyx eyes. Courtney gasped as she rushed Duncan in an embrace and buried her face in his neck. Duncan wasn't sure what to feel other than relief. Relief she was safe, relief she was back, relief she was in his arms.

They had been so caught up in the hug that Duncan hadn't noticed his sweats had slipped down and laid around his ankles revealing his nakedness underneath. They were both met with embarrassment as they noticed the stares and gasps of mothers covering their children's eyes.

Duncan groaned pulling up his sweats. "Can this day get any worse?"

She was dead tired and worn to the bone. Courtney kept knocking into Duncan as they made their way into the dingy little motel room. She quickly located the bathroom and was grateful to find a wide and clean tub waiting for her. She felt grimy and dirty and needed to wash off badly.

She reached for the nozzle and turned it on full blast. As soon as the water began to pour down from the shower head Courtney slumped down into the tub and sat under the water hitting her aching body, she was so exhausted she didn't have the strength to take off her clothes let alone stand.

She heard rustling from the shower curtain and was soon greeted by Duncan sitting next to her blocking most of the water much to her displeasure. Duncan put his head under the stream of water and shook out his green hair moaning in a pained breath that made Courtney ache for him. He finally sat back and let the warm water hit both their bodies. Duncan took a few deep breaths before squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, he felt Courtney lean her head against his shoulder and automatically placed his head on hers. Both of them began to drift off in a light slumber until something dawned on Courtney.

"Oh…"

Duncan looked at her with her sudden sound of realization. "What?"

She looked him deeply in the eyes that made him feel like he was about to fall. "I think something similar to this led to us sleeping together."

-Flashback

"You are covered in glitter," Courtney laughed too loudly as she dragged him into her hotel room. The idea of bringing Duncan into her room didn't strike her as a bad idea; she was too wasted to care about the circumstances.

"Well you are too," bellowed Duncan pointing at her. He was way past wasted. He could barely even make out Courtney as she moved away from him. He could see her looking at herself in the mirror for a long time before she burst out in a fit of laughter.

"Holy crap! I'm all sparkly!" she chuckled tossing off her shirt in the hallway.

As drunk as Duncan may have been, his senses immediately picked up on the sight of Courtney in nothing but her bra. "Boobs"

As she stumbled towards the bathroom Courtney removed her pants and all her jewelry feeling way too warm. She'd forgotten all about Duncan and didn't even realize he had been following her and stripping off his clothing as well. She could've sworn she kept hearing someone say boobs.

Too dizzy to stand up properly, Courtney plopped down in the tub in nothing but her bra and underwear and turned on the shower head letting the water go as hot it could. Just as she started getting off all the glitter from her bra she realized someone just as sparkly had sat next to her.

"Is it the honeymoon yet?" asked Duncan only in his boxers and body piercings.

She smiled lazily at him and leaned her head against his shoulder. "You wish," she whispered playfully.

"I do wish."

Part of her non-intoxicated mind had registered what he had said and she looked at him with a shocked expression. Duncan sighed tiredly as if he was about to confess something heavy. Courtney just wasn't aware how heavy it was going to be until he spoke again.

"I was going to ask you to marry me five years ago…but," he swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at her sadly. No not just sadly. Heartbroken. "You had already left."

Courtney felt a pang in her chest. She actually felt guilty. At the time she had decided to leave Duncan she had felt proud of herself for leaving someone who wasn't going to commit to her and never would. She wanted marriage, but he wasn't ready and she truly believed he never would be. She had packed up her stuff one night and left without a word, without a call, without a note. The only thing she left behind was the little wooden skull he had made for her when they were still teenagers and when they were still truly there for each other. Now it just wasn't the same and she wasn't going to wait around for some miracle.

Five years later and she had never forgiven him for not marrying her. Not because she thought he should've done it and had to do it, but because she had wanted him to. She had wanted him above all others and knew she would never feel what she felt for him for anyone else. He was the only person for her and his reluctance had told her that he hadn't felt the same. It was the fact that she loved him more than he loved her that Courtney could never forgive Duncan for. He had ruined her for anyone else and wasn't willing to devote himself to her.

Now to learn that he had wanted to marry her made her regret her decision for the first time ever. He had wanted her too, and she had missed it. She had missed her proposal, her wedding, her future, all because she had become too stubborn to wait for him, too stubborn to believe he felt as she did.

"I'm sorry," she started to sob. She could tell now that neither of them had been better off without each other and that Duncan really had wanted her as much as she wanted him. In that instant she forgave him.

Duncan was about to tell her not worry about it until Courtney crushed his lips against his and pawed at him eagerly. With his body instantly remembering hers he went into overdrive and began kissing Courtney roughly while pulling her out of the shower and into the bedroom. Courtney wrapped her legs around his waist as he snapped off her bra and threw it in the air, where it got caught in one on the ceiling lights.

The last thing Courtney remembered was utter bliss as Duncan's body fit perfectly with hers and him whispering something to her before falling asleep.

The water had gone cold but neither seemed to notice. Both were too caught up in recalling their "night" together. Duncan had actually forgotten he'd admitted to Courtney that he had wanted to marry her. It still stung him to remember coming home that night and finding her gone.

"You… you wanted to marry me"

Duncan kept his eyes off her and stared at the tiles of the shower wall. "I was going to ask you that night, but you left me," he answered bitterly.

Courtney felt her eyes tear up and her throat go tight. She wanted to say something to him, anything to him but he was already getting out of the tub. She felt so empty with him not next to her and almost wished this craziness never ended. Just to have him close to her again made it worth all the while.

She was startled out of her depression when Duncan suddenly wrapped a towel around her and helped her stand. "Let's get some sleep," he said leading her to the one king sized bed in the room. "We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Courtney nodded silently as the two of them slipped under the covers and let the room go dark. They both kept their distance and tried to sleep until something popped into Courtney's memory.

"Hey Duncan?" she whispered.

"Hmm?" he hummed back tiredly.

She scooted closer to him, so close she could feel his warm breath hitting her skin. "Remember what you told me that night?" she asked referring to their drunken sex night.

She bit her lower lip now remembering what he had whispered to her before he had passed out. "You told me you loved me," she remembered when they had finished he had told her those three words and had looked her straight in the eyes when he had said it. "Did you mean it?"

She waited for his answer fearfully, fear he would say yes and fear he would say no. Her answer never came as Duncan simply wrapped his arms around her tightly and pulled them both into a deep sleep.

A/N: Awe, see what Courtney gets for doubting Duncan, and see what Duncan gets for not making a move sooner. Right now that's how I feel about their relationship currently on the show. I think Courtney's problem is doubt and Duncan's is lack of action. Both are waiting for the other to break and eventually someone is going to get tired of it. So they seriously need to get on with it already!

Anyway, what is our couple going to do to clear their names before they end up in jail? And what are they going to do about their relationship? Stay tuned! Review.