Title: And I Quote
Fandom: Total Drama Island
Pairing: Duncan/Courtney
Chapter: Seven, Titled 'Broken'
Summary: They've been fighting for a long time, but this is a whole different story. Now, nothing's alright.

Better a broken promise than none at all.
-Mark Twain

"Wake up, you asshole. Wake up now."

Wake up, Duncan. Can't you feel it? Something's wrong.

He could feel it, but he didn't care. His head was pounding, and he recognized the feeling instantly. Hangover. Damn.

"Duncan, please wake up. Please."

"…Shh…" He slurred, his eyes glued shut.

He felt something smack his arm. "I won't 'shh', you fucking dillhole! Wake up… or-or I'll… I'm going to kick your ass Duncan! Please, just wake up…" She was whining, on the verge of crying. Probably the girlfriend coming back to claim him. Probably coming back crying, oh lord, a repeat of before.

But then he felt a smack on his arm. Then his chest. Then- oh shit- she was kicking! "Get off of me!" He yelled, and he heard her whimper. He sighed and decided he had to get up.

Finally opening his eyes, he saw something was wrong. Something was very wrong. That was not his girlfriend, he was naked and only covered with a blanket, and dammit, this was his bed.

Fuck.

For once, Courtney had won. She could see it in his eyes. Congrats, Court, you startled Duncan. She wasn't sure this counted though. She was wrapped up in a blanket, she didn't know where her clothes had run off to, and what she saw on the floor just made her want to hit him. Again and again, over and over.

Duncan looked at her, his head still pounding, and he couldn't really move. "Did we…"

"Yes Duncan. We did. We had sex, we had our fun, and this is what I woke up to in the morning. A broken condom." She pointed to the floor, and he arched an eyebrow. That was a condom, and yes, it was broken. And even with his hung-over brain he knew what that meant.

"So… your pregnant?" Wait. It sounded that much more wrong when he said it aloud. Duncan had never once not succeeded with protection. Every time he had sex, this never happened. Apparently, this had never happened to Courtney either.

"Yes, yes, oh hell yes!" She starting crying, her eyes big. "I might be pregnant Duncan. Your girlfriend- oh, wait, I mean, your ex, now- is probably going to kick my ass. I'm never going to college, never getting a job, my parents will kick me out and I'll be homeless." She clutched onto his arms, practically sobbing now.

"Courtney, we can-"

"And you're probably just gonna go, all men do, and leave me with this baby. And my parents are going to want an abortion." She took in a deep shaky breath, continuing. "And I'll say no, because I'm not sure I could do that, and everyone in my family will hate me, and I'll be alone. God, Duncan, I hate you."

He raised his eyebrows. "You can't just blame all this on me! You had sex too, and you helped me break that goddamn condom. It's a wonder that we were drunk and still able to put one on." Duncan was yelling now. Don't get mad, don't get mad.

He turned away from her, while she was still crying. "Courtney, if you keep crying, I can't calm down, and that's not good. You don't want me angry."

Courtney scrunched up her face. "I don't give a shit if you're angry Duncan, I'm pregnant. God, I HATE you!" She yelled, obviously flustered. "You're so stupid."

Duncan whipped his head around to look at her, as he pushed her back in anger. She fell on the bed, hard, and looked up at him shocked and scared. Out of everything that had happened, Duncan pushing her like that was what made her shiver.

Duncan was fuming, his whole body shaking. He suddenly stopped, his eyes closing. Courtney didn't dare move. For the first time in life, she did fear Duncan. "Duncan… I- I…"

Duncan eyes suddenly snapped open, confused and sad. "I'm so sorry. I… I didn't mean to." He shook his head, not meeting her eyes. "I'm sorry, okay?"

Courtney nodded slowly, wondering what had just happened.

Duncan nodded along with her, sitting down next to her on the bed. "We'll work this out, okay?" He turned and saw Courtney staring at him intently, not responding. "You might not even be pregnant, alright? We can't hope for the worst, or we'll go crazy. We'll panic when there's a need to, okay?"

Courtney again nodded, getting closer to him. As soon as he put out his arms, she fell into him. "I'm just… I'm worried, Duncan. What if I do have a baby? I'm not ready for that." She held back her tears, silently sniffing, taking in his smell, of cigarettes and cinnamon.

He rubbed small circles in her back, his eyes staring down at the broken condom on the floor. He didn't know what he would do if Courtney really was pregnant. He just didn't know. Maybe he would run, maybe he would stay. Maybe he would try to run but not know where to go. He just didn't know.

But Courtney was in shambles right now. She was broken, broken down to the core. He had to pretend, for now, that he did know.

"Everything's alright."

But, oh, nothing was. Duncan knew it, she knew it. But it was better for now to just pretend that this wasn't happening.

It was better to just pretend that everything was alright. But what if really, their world was broken?

A/N: I'm sorry if you didn't understand that, but I thought it would be good to throw an angsty chapter in this series.

I'm sorry for not updating in while, but I'll try! :D

OK, well, thank you for reading!