Disclaimer - All rights belong to Teletoon, Cartoon Network, and the creators of TDI and TDA. No profit is being made in the making of the fanfiction. This alternate-universe episode of TDI contains stunts performed by written teens. Do not try any of this at home (except for the kissing, but with non-family members).
Titanic doesn't belong to me, that three-hour angst film belongs to the creators. Dusty Springfield's song belongs to her and her recording company.
The Kobold Necromancer's Warning - Thank you all for your concern about my well-being. It's still tough around here, but rest assured, I'm not dying. And even if I were to die, I'm a necromancer; my corpse will come back to finish the uncompleted job. Though I might mention brains a bit more.
Chapter 10 - My Heart Will Keep Going and Going... No, Wait, That's Not How It Goes
Ezekiel was sure that when the others would be staring at him and making smart remarks when he was up for breakfast. Surprisingly enough, no one so much as gave him a second look at breakfast. Izzy wasn't up either, and that only heightened his worry.
Last night had worried him. After Izzy had cried from Eva's comments, she dressed without saying a word. He led her up to the room, and she said good night with a kiss on the cheek. He really wanted to talk to her, but he also wanted to give her her space since something personal was bothering her.
Ezekiel scanned the other patrons of the cafeteria, wondering who had been voted off after the supernatural episode of TDA. He couldn't, however, see anyone new. The prairie boy was sitting alone, and was feeling rather lonely. All he could think about was Izzy, and what he was going to say to her.
When someone sat down at the table, his first thought was, "Izzy," but it wasn't her. It was Bridgette.
"You look like someone with a lot on your mind, Zeke," she said. "Will Izzy mind if I chat with you for a bit?"
"I doo'nt think so, eh," he said with a sigh. "Bridgette, I'm really woo'ried a'boot Izzy."
"Really? Did you two have an argument?"
"No, not really, eh. I just..."
He sighed, and rubbed his forehead. "Bridgette, something is really bothering Izzy. I doo'nt knoo' what it is, but whenever she is reminded of it, she became very depressed."
"I've noticed that, a couple times," she said, drumming her fingers on her knuckles. "Is it getting worse?"
"Um, yes, I think it has bin, eh."
Bridgette nodded, and tapped her lips. "Zeke, let me ask you something, and please don't be offended.
"Okay, eh."
"Do you... do you really see yourself dating Izzy in the future?"
"What? What's that mean, eh?"
"Well, it's something everyone should think of when they start to seriously date someone," the surfer girl informed him. "Like, do you see yourself dating her a couple years from now?"
"You mean... like, if I could see myself spending my life with her, eh?"
"It's something to consider. You should always date someone you really think could be compatible with you. I mean, I know I am picky, it's why I really had to get to know Geoff before I dated him."
Ezekiel nodded, thinking about that. "Well, you knoo', I never... really thought a'boot a long-term relationship. I mean, I never even met girls until this shoo', then I blew it, and it wasn't until I really got to talk to Izzy that I thought of dating for the first time in my life..."
He twiddled his thumbs, looking at her. "Did you do any dating befur you met Geoff, eh?"
"A couple times," she admitted, running a hand through her blond ponytail. "Two of them are still my friends, one was a real jerk, and one kind of ended before it really started. Geoff seemed really different, and I really liked him.
"And well, I did like someone else on my team too," she added, blushing a little.
This caught Ezekiel's attention. "Really? Who, eh?" he asked, then he chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "I'm guessing it wasn't me."
"Sorry, but no," she said. "Tell you what. If you let me help you with your troubles with Izzy, I'll let you know who else I liked on the Killer Bass."
"Okay, eh," he said, cheerfully. "But can you tell me..."
He tapped his chin in thought. "There's something that I've bin thinking a'boot a lot..."
Ezekiel was laying in bed all night, barely getting any sleep. He kept thinking about Izzy.
"What we just did together... wow," he thought. He smacked his lips, remember the taste of her lips, her breasts, and her skin. She was so soft, and he found himself breathing in and out deeply. Trying to concentrate, he put aside the sexy thoughts.
He thought about what this meant. Did Izzy want to continue to a physical relationship with him? Did she want to really date him? They were talking about careers, about life after TDA. Was it something he really wanted?
Izzy. The girl made up of a lot of mystery, excitement, and surprises. Being with her had been unpredictable, embarrassing at times, and enjoyable most others.
Mother had always told him that love was being able to survive arguments, enjoy each other for what the other is, and spend the rest of your life with; she remembered their wedding vows.
Father once said love was knowing you could stand someone for more than half an hour; Ezekiel noticed mother wasn't in the room when he said that. He had also said, in actual seriousness, he knew soon that he was in love with his mother, they had just taken their time for college, career, and to satisfy their own parents.
Was he in love with Izzy?
He thought about it all night; he even wondered if it was something you had to think about. Maybe he was just distracted over the terrible way their time together had ended, thanks to Eva.
Though when he thought of her, at her Izzy-est, he couldn't think of anything else. When she giggled, her wide grin, and the bounce of red hair as she cocked her head to look at him... that was enough to make him swoon.
She had been the first one to give him a chance. She talked to him, listened to him, she had been his friend. Though he worried he might be attaching too much affection because she was the first in all of this, he couldn't deny how much he felt she could be the only one.
Did she feel the same way? Did she want to be with him the rest of her life? Because he could really see himself stay the rest of his life with her. He'd never be bored, that's for certain.
"Bridgette?" he said, wringing his hands as he pondered all this. "What... what do you think love is?"
The surfer girl was startled by this question. "Zeke," she said, staring at him with wide eyes, "are you in love with Izzy?"
"It's hard for to tell, I've... never really had experience with this, eh."
Bridgette started to giggle. "Oh Zeke, no one ever really does. Haven't you ever listened to love songs, or seen a romantic movie, or something?"
"Yeah... but do they have to apply to me or something, eh?"
She tapped her fingers, and then began to sing a song lightly.
--
I just want to be beside you everywhere
As long as we're together, honey, I don't care
'cause you've started something
Oh, can't you see?
That ever since we met
You've had a hold on me
No matter what you do
I only want to be with you
--
"Something like that, maybe?"
Ezekiel thought about those lyrics (and Bridgette wasn't that bad a singer, he thought to himself). He smiled and nodded. "It does sound a lot like that."
"That's one of my favorite love songs," she explained. "It really explained my feelings for Geoff. To me, love is that feeling that you want to be with someone for all time. You won't get sick of them, you can endure their little quirks and habits, and no matter how long you spend with them, you will never get bored.
"I dare say," she added, smirking at him, "that you could never get bored with Izzy."
He blushed, nodded to this as Bridgette continued. "Do you think that you can endure all of her quirks? She is loud, impulsive, and from what we've gathered, she has quite a past."
Ezekiel nodded, then tapped his fingers. "Do you think it's too soon?"
"You've known her for, I believe, about two weeks, right?"
"Yes, but we've spent the majority of time together, eh," he said, still nervous. "Do you think it's too soon?"
She shook her head. "I don't think two weeks spent mostly together is too little of time to fall in love. I mean, it's too soon to, like, propose or something-"
"Oh no, no I wasn't thinking of that, eh!"
Bridgette couldn't help but laugh at how red Ezekiel was getting. "Zeke, I have to ask, have you told her you're in love with her?"
"No... no, I haven't, eh," he admitted. "Think it should be soon?"
The surfer girl was about to answer, but Eva walked by, and her dangerous aura overpowered both of them. "What's going on here?" she asked them. "You bragging about getting to second base with Izzy to her?"
Ezekiel turned bright red, and hid his eyes underneath his toque. Bridgette stared at him incredulously, then at Eva.
"What are you talking ab-"
"She was jerking him off while she was topless, in the hot tub last night," Eva continued, her sinister grin directed right at Ezekiel. "You should have seen it."
Like her muscles, Eva's voice was powerful. Deliberate or not (more likely deliberate), all of the others could hear what she was saying. Now all of the ex-contestants were looking at Ezekiel, who was shaking in horror; Bridgette could only stare at Eva, flabbergasted by her audacity.
"His voice was getting all squeaky and whimpering," Eva said. "He looked ready to burst any minute-"
"Shut up, eh."
Ezekiel was looking up at Eva now, and his face was red not only through mortification, but infuriation. "You shut up, how dare you."
"You're telling me off?" Eva asked, her grin flip-flopping into an angry scowl.
"Yes, I am," the prairie boy shouted as he stood up, slamming his palms on the table. "You... you... you're no lady, you big jerk!"
Eva scoffed. "That your best attempt at an insult?"
"If he cannot think of a better one, I can."
Izzy was standing near the door into the cafeteria, hands on her hips, her lips curling up in a snarl.
"You whore-faced, fitness addict, hypocritical hippo," Izzy shouted as she stomped towards Eva. "You go blabbering about my Zeke and me, and I never told anyone here about your never-ending sex romp with Noah."
Eva's facial expression went from teeth-baring tigress to discovered murder suspect. Noah, who was sitting with Katie, Sadie, and Trent, nearly choked on his cereal and spat it all out.
"Wait, Noah and Eva?" Duncan asked, raising part of his unibrow. "Those two? You kidding me?"
"They go at it about as much as you and Courtney," Izzy said, pouting with her lips up. "I honestly think it's disgusting, you two couples have no shame."
Eva was heaving, and she slammed her fist on the table Bridgette and Ezekiel were at. "You... you can't prove it."
"I think your guys' reactions proves it quite well," Tyler remarked.
The fitness buff snarled again, and then stomped out of the cafeteria. Noah's eyes kept looking between where she left and his table mates.
"What just happened?" he asked them, looking as if someone had smacked him across the face.
Izzy let out a disgusted grunt and stormed out of the cafeteria. Ezekiel, unlike Noah, did not hesitate to hurry after her.
Bridgette watched him go, then leaned back in her chair. What just happened had stunned her too, and she was rather tired of these vicious spats that kept erupting among them.
It startled her when Geoff sat down next to her, a big smile on his face. "That sounded pretty hot, when you think about it, Bridge," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Hot tub, bonding time."
Bridgette sighed and slammed her forehead against the table. Geoff's smile was replaced with a confused look.
"Oops, did I blow it?" he thought.
Ezekiel found Izzy sitting alone on a couch, her arms crossed and face still scrunched up in a pout. The prairie boy sighed, and sat down next to her.
It was quiet for about a minute, and Izzy, like she normally would, broke the silence. "Eva brought up last night to embarrass you, right?" she asked.
"Yes, yes she did, eh."
Izzy sighed and shook her head. "Damn lock on the hot tub door."
"Manuel says it's broken, and they're trying to fix it."
"Who's Manuel?" Izzy asked. "Oh, the Spanish man?"
"Yes. He's from Barcelona."
"I barely know him. Every time I come near him, he shouts, 'Marabella, she crazy! She's so crazy', and runs off."
"I'll talk to him a'boot that. I doo'nt like people calling you 'crazy'."
Izzy scoffed, staring at the floor. "Everyone does, my Zeke. You aren't going to get them to change, no more than I can get them to call me E-Scope. People just don't care."
She curled up in the corner of the couch, and lazily punched her palm. "Zeke, do you resent dating me?"
"No, of course not! Izzy..."
He reached over and took her in his arms, pulling her onto his lap. "Izzy, I never resented dating you in the least, eh. I love everything you've done fur me, I love talking to you, I love being with you...
"I love you, Izzy."
She gasped, her hand over her heart as if to keep it from flying away. Her green eyes were glowing, yet very vulnerable. Izzy continued to stare at him, her breath very light.
"You... you do?" she whispered. "Even though I'm wanted by the RCMP, that I spy on couples here having sex, and that I like pizza without the sauce?"
"Yes, yes, and yes, eh."
Izzy stared at him, blinking her wide, green eyes. She had always wondered if a guy could fall in love with her. She knew she came off as crazy and undesirable to many, she knew she was even trying sometimes.
It had been something that had kept her up at night, trying to think of what she was going to do with Ezekiel.
"I know it's not fair for him," she thought as she coiled her curl around her finger. "I'm crazy, I do some things even I don't get at times. I really wish I could be better for him..."
She sighed heavily. After Ezekiel had led her to her room, she had flopped down on the bed, still soaking wet and in her bikini. She had tried to make a 'wet angel' on the bed by flapping her arms and legs, to distract herself, but she couldn't stop thinking about Ezekiel.
There had been other boys in her life, before Zeke, before even Owen. She had tried to be presentable, but every boy looked at her strange when she talked. Almost every time she opened her mouth, they grimaced or shriveled up in fear. Owen had been the first not to, but he had a lot of issues that Izzy felt wouldn't be compatible with her.
Ezekiel's habits were so much more tolerable. He was working on his nose picking, and that didn't even bother her so much. Sure, she was a little concerned that he might really be sexist, but after "educating" him, she felt she was too tough on him.
He listened to her. He asked her questions, he trusted her judgment, and he liked her. He really and truly liked her!
She felt comfortable around him too. She felt like she could tell him the truth about things, even the things that disturbed her deep down; Izzy feared they would drive a clean-cut boy like him away, so she never dared. She was also comfortable with him, she felt like she was made to nestle in his arms.
"Of course you're comfortable with him, you dolt," she chastised herself. "You just let him suck on your boobs, hard to imagine you wouldn't be comfortable with him otherwise."
Izzy stared up at the ceiling, wondering what to do. Eventually, Ezekiel would get fed up with her and leave, right? She knew it would happen, it happened with Owen; though that was more him being scared and pushing him towards a serial killer, but still.
She wanted so bad to trust her heart to Ezekiel. Could she?
"Izzy?"
The redhead was so lost in thought, reflecting over what she was pondering over last night that she was in her own world. Ezekiel had to give her a little shake to snap her out of it.
"Sorry, where am I?" she asked, tapping her temple. "Sometimes I forget where I am after a lot of thinking, because my mind shoves away some info to process all of what I'm thinking."
"Izzy, you do remember what I just told you, right?"
She bit her lip, giving him a little nod. "Are you sure?" she asked, looking to the side. "You really sure you love me, Zeke? Don't I put you through a lot of embarrassment?"
"No way, my Izzy," he said, affectionately caressing her cheek. "Sure, sometimes you do say things that make me blush around others, but it's never the 'Dear God, I wish I were dead or under a rock' kind, like Eva just did to me, eh. It actually really flatters me."
"It does?"
"Of course, eh. When you say those things, I knoo' it's because you really like me, and it's your way of showing affection. And though I look like I'm trying to disappear under my toque, I'm really thinking of how lucky I am, that my girlfriend is so fond of me that she'll proudly declare how much she likes me, eh."
Izzy managed to smile, her green eyes still nervous. "I... I always thought girls like Bridgette were more your kind."
"Who's to say you have to set guidelines for who you fall fur, eh?" Ezekiel said. "Mom always thought she'd fall for a foreign man befur she met Dad, eh, it had been her desire up until she met him."
"I just... I don't know-"
"Izzy," he said, calm but firm as he put his hands on her shoulders. He cleared his throat, as if preparing to say something big, "it's partly your fault, you should know that. Someone told me something that sounded a lot like us...
"Ever since we met, you've had a hold on me, eh. And I'm being honest when I say, I only want to be with you, my Izzy."
He kissed her, as gentle as possible. When he parted, Izzy had a single tear coming down one of her eyes. She wiped it away, and whispered, "Oh, my Zeke..."
"I love you, Izzy."
She smiled at him, placing her palm on his cheek as she whispered back, "I love you too, my Zeke."
They kissed again, passionate and slow. Izzy leaned him back into the corner of the couch, pressing herself close to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Neither was sure how long they kissed, except when they needed a little breather, they rested their foreheads against each other.
Izzy, panting softly, rubbed her nose against Ezekiel's. "I'm so glad I approached you that night, my Zeke."
"Me too, eh. You saved me from drowning, remember?"
She giggled, kissing the tip of his nose. "Yep. You owe me one for that, still. And since you got to second base with me last night, there's another mark."
"Hey, if I remember correctly, you got to second base with me too, eh."
"... Oh yeah, I did. Want to do it again, my Zeke?"
Ezekiel's heart pounded at the thought. It must have been evident on his face, because Izzy giggled some more and traced a finger over his cheeks. "You have the most adorable blush, Zeke."
"Well, as... wonderful as that would be," Ezekiel said, swallowing hard, "there was some other place I thought you might like to go, eh."
"Ooo, what?"
Before he could answer, there was a furious roar from the cafeteria, followed by a high-pitched scream. Ezekiel and Izzy stood up, startled. They were even more startled when Owen came through the door to the lobby (quite literally, Owen knocked it off its hinges as he tore through).
"GET BACK HERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"
Tyler was in hot pursuit, his hands outstretched in a throttling gesture. "You girlfriend stealing tub of lard," he was shouting as he ran after Owen, "come back here! I'm gonna turn you inside-out, and then I'm gonna take you apart!"
"He doesn't have threatening down that well, does he?" Izzy asked Ezekiel.
Owen, despite being near three hundred pounds, was actually managing to avoid being caught by Tyler. Some of the other ex-contestants came to watch the chase, or merely observed it as the large boy and the jock tore through several rooms. Between Owen's large, clumsy girth and Tyler's reckless coordination, they were breaking things around the hotel faster than if they were intentionally using sledgehammers.
"C'mon, let's go, eh," Ezekiel said to Izzy, taking her by the wrist and leading her out of the hotel.
"Yeah, never good to be around when the ex is voted off," Izzy remarked as Owen broke a table in his frightened retreat.
Ezekiel wasn't sure if she was talking about Tyler or Owen with that statement. All he knew was that he heard Courtney, Gwen, and Trent shouting at Tyler to calm down, and Manuel yelling, "Marabella! They loco, crazy people running around!"
"Oh no... you really want to go there?"
"Yes, eh. I know you'll love it."
"But, aren't you nervous?"
"I think I've got past being nervous after being with you enough times, eh."
"Are you sure, my Zeke?"
Ezekiel nodded, grinning at her. He reached up and curled one of her orange strands around his finger. "My Dizzi-Izzy, you've made me the adventurous one."
The redhead cackled, and clapped her hands. "All right then, Zeke! But you do realize, that since they just had an episode, they aren't going to be broadcasting."
"Well that's why Chris Maclean doesn't have security outside today, so we can sneak into the set better, eh."
"It's less fun that way, my Zeke."
"Yeah, but we're doing this mostly for you, eh," he reminded her. "You wanted to warn Beth a'boot Justin. He is a scheming jerk, isn't he?"
"Like you wouldn't believe."
They talked as they snuck in. Izzy would press up against walls, make sudden halts, flips, and ducks, while Ezekiel basically walked behind her.
"Who else is still in the contest besides them? I doo'nt remember the names vury well, eh."
"DJ, Lindsay, Harold, Leshawna, and the evil one."
"Who? Oh, Heather."
Izzy had climbed a tree, and was peering around. Ezekiel, who had never climbed a tree in his life, waited patiently underneath. When he noticed he could see up her skirt, he stepped back and watched from a proper distance.
"I wonder why her hair hasn't grown back yet, eh," he mused aloud.
"I suspect she's a slow grower, as far as hair. Her nails grow really fast."
"How do you knoo' that, eh?"
"She kept making Lindsay clip them all the time, before the inevitable betrayal."
Izzy eventually slid down the tree, and then she and Ezekiel headed towards the trailer park in the abandoned film lot. The seven remaining competitors were hanging around, chatting on of their days off.
Lindsay and Beth were talking, both about their love lives. Beth was pining over Justin, and Lindsay was thinking about the two men she had feelings for, Tyler and Owen. Both of them were very concerned, and Izzy really wanted to cut in.
Harold was making small talk with Leshawna. The two were friends by now, though the lanky nerd obviously wanted to be her boyfriend. Ezekiel, who remembered how Harold had been the only one to talk with him during his short stay on Wawanakwa, wished he could help out.
DJ and Heather were sitting next to each other, but neither was looking at the other. Justin sat nearby, looking into a hand mirror, correcting his eyebrows and teeth.
"So, who do we approach first?" Izzy asked Ezekiel.
Before he could reply, Chris Maclean stepped into the scene. "Hey actors," he said, clapping his hands, "I know you all wanted a break, especially since starting with the next challenge, you all will be after each other's blood!"
Beth and Lindsay exchanged nervous glances. Harold looked at Leshawna hopefully, but the sister looked more than eager to start that kind of melee.
"So what is it, a side challenge?" she asked.
"Yep! Like the eating contest, the battle of the sexes, that we had on TDI, we're going to host a new challenge where the losers don't have to worry about being voted off," Chris said. "This one, you can work with whoever you want, but then you're going to have to work on who picks the choices of the reward!"
"Reward? What reward?" Heather asked, her attention caught.
Chris grinned, very happy someone asked that. "That's a surprise!"
(Dressing Cam - Where surprises are ruined.)
Harold - "A surprise prize? Awesome! Maybe if I win it and give it to Leshawna, she'll want me back again! Yes!"
Lindsay - "Bella and I are going to work together, but to be honest, we have such complex guy problems on our hands, I don't know how we can focus on the challenge." \She sighs.\
DJ - "Chef Hatchet ordered me to work alongside Heather. I have no idea what's up with that, how is working with that mean-spirited girl gonna help me be a tough guy?"
Heather - "DJ's been awfully forward with me these days, assisting me and now he's asking to help me on this side challenge. I wonder what's up with that, he's not a schemer, he doesn't even have the balls to stand up to anyone bigger than him. Though he is rather big to begin with, so I guess that's nature's way of keeping him alive."
Chef Hatchet - "Tough guys always have a bitchy girlfriend. One of these days, Heather will push DJ too far, and he'll give her a good, old-fashioned pimp slap to put her in her place." \He chuckles evilly.\ "Everything's going to plan."
Izzy - \She appears from behind the clothing rack.\ "That bastard is trying to hook up sweet, honorable DJ with evil, psycho Heather? How dare he!!"
Ezekiel - \He appears from underneath the counter.\ "What's a 'pimp slap', eh? Is that what happens when you break open a zit or something?"
Izzy was grinning impishly as Chris Maclean was talking to the campers. "We're so lucky he threw this surprise challenge! What if we win it?"
"That's not really fair to them, is it?" Ezekiel asked.
"You should have been in this contest," she hissed. "I'm gonna get back at Chris Maclean with every opportunity I can get!"
Ezekiel smiled and kissed her cheek. "I gotta get you something special in return, eh."
"Let's make out in the Dressing Cam next time we sneak in, I want to royally piss off Eva and Courtney."
"You will all be happy to know," Chris was saying to the seven contestants, "that this side challenge will be based on a movie I'm sure you all know:
"A movie about a big ship that hits an iceberg and goes down, but your heart will go on!"
The three guys all groaned in misery, the four girls (even Leshawna) squealed happily. Harold frowned and kicked the dirt in frustration.
"Dang it, Chris," he cursed. "Thanks for bringing back painful memories. Do you know how long my sister and my mom hogged the TV at our house, watching that movie over and over again?"
"You too, huh?" Justin grumbled. "Mom wouldn't stop gabbing about it, said it was as beautiful as my abs."
"Boys, boys, boys," Chris said, patting the two disgruntled males on the shoulder, "for the record, I feel your pain. I hate that movie too, hate the song, hate everything except for Kate Winslet's nude scene. But it wasn't my pick, it was Chef's."
Chef Hatchet walked by, wearing a dress very similar to the one Winslet wore during the big boat sinking part of the movie. "I worked hours making this dress, and damn it," Chef roared, "I'm gonna put it to use."
"Get a real hobby, man," Chris moaned. He elbowed Harold and said, "You've got lots of hobbies, right? Get him on one, he always wants a second opinion on those dresses."
"I know karate."
"Whoa, don't teach him that, dude. Okay then, actors and actresses, here is the deal:
"We are going to escort you to the giant ship set, and your goal is to find the priceless Jewel of Wawanakwa. Find it, steal it from someone else if you have to, just come up to the front of the ship-"
"The deck, Chris," Harold said.
"Whatever. Now, you all will begin the search before this episode begins to air, and my introduction will explain to the viewing audience what you are all doing."
"That's new," Beth pointed out. "Why are we doing that?"
"Because it was either that, or let Chef Hatchet do the beginning scene in the movie, dress up as old Rose and discover the drawing of him topless."
All of the young adults, including Izzy and Ezekiel, winced at the terrible, terrible thought.
(Dressing Cam - Wincing too.)
Heather - "You have to seriously wonder what is up with Chef Hatchet. The guy doesn't belong on a show, he belongs in a straight jacket. But we could make it pink and froofy, just to appeal to him."
Leshawna - "Harold's knowledge of ships coupled with the fact that, well, the boy is rather good at this game, makes him an excellent partner. But I don't want the string bean to think I'm coming on to him if I ask..." \She sighs.\ "Why couldn't he have fallen for someone else with weird skills, like Izzy or Eva?"
Chris Maclean - "Seriously, Chef actually painted a picture of him posing bare-chested. I sometimes wonder why I hired that guy."
Chef Hatchet - "The longer I have to wait for my paycheck, the weirder I get!"
Izzy and Ezekiel - \They are making out, her wearing his toque. As he kisses her neck affectionately, she grins at the camera and waves.\ "Hey Courtney, hey Eva, we made it on the show again! Neener neener neener!"
Izzy and Ezekiel were following them, hiding behind props and large barriers. The two continued a whispering conversation.
"What are they talking a'boot, eh?" Ezekiel asked. "I doo'nt watch a lot of movies."
"Titanic, my Zeke," Izzy said. "I only went to see that movie once, and that was to see the damn boat sink. Highlight was the guy bouncing off the propeller, that was hilarious! I got thrown out shouting, 'Bounce another one off! Pinball, pinball, rah rah rah'!"
Ezekiel chuckled, and asked, "Is it one of those movies Tyler calls a 'chick flick'?"
"Yes, but I hate chick flicks, remember?"
"Yep, so let's rent a zombie movie after this challenge is over?"
"You know me way too well. Though you know, Kate Winslet was pretty hot when she doffed her clothes."
Ezekiel scratched under his toque, looking baffled. "I've wondered, you girls sometimes comment on how attractive women are, eh. Do you just knoo' these things, because I've never heard of guys saying other men are handsome?"
"It's the former, we girls are just much more observant."
"Okay, eh. But we guys knoo' when a guy is unattractive, right?"
"Of course."
"Because Chef Hatchet is a dress makes me very uncomfortable, eh."
"Oh, me too," she whimpered. "He really doesn't have the thighs for that kind of dress."
"Gah," Ezekiel cried, "you said 'thighs,' eh."
"I'm sorry!"
(At Playa des Losers 2)
Courtney sighed as she sat down in a chair. "Tyler, Owen, you two are going to sit as far away as possible while we watch this, got it?"
Tyler growled in response. Owen whimpered in response. "All this fighting over a blond bombshell," Eva grumbled. "Honestly, they're a dime a dozen."
"You want a fist in your face?" the jock snarled, earning a snarl right back from the fitness buff.
"Tyler, do you need a time-out?" Duncan asked.
"Guys, please, can't we get along for one night?" Bridgette asked. "We're lucky Cody knew about this episode."
"Where is he, anyway?" Geoff asked. He was seated right next to her, holding her hand.
"I think he and Gwen are spending some time together," Trent said. Most of them were surprised he was smiling, some wondered if it was sincere. "It's awesome that the two are happy together."
"Are you really happy for them?" Sadie asked him, intrepidly tapping her fingers together.
"Yeah, I mean, she was your girlfriend at one point," Katie said. "I never knew if you're supposed to always hate your ex."
"I couldn't hate Gwen," Trent said. "Cody once told us that if Gwen was happy, he would be happy. Now I know he was speaking the truth: if Gwen is happy, I'm happy too."
Both Katie and Sadie cooed in delight. "That's so sweet," Sadie squealed, throwing her arms around Trent.
"Anyone seen Izzy and Ezekiel?" Bridgette asked. "I don't see them either."
"Izzy was sulking off last time we saw her," Duncan remarked. "They're probably up sulking in her room, rounding bases."
Bridgette sighed as Courtney slugged her boyfriend's arm. The surfer girl wished she had a chance to talk to Ezekiel again, to help him out with Izzy. She didn't know how much of what Eva had said was true, but if they were indeed that far, Bridgette was hoping both knew what they were doing.
Total Drama Action started up, and Chris's grinning face appeared before them all.
"Welcome to an awesome special, between challenges-challenge, on Total Drama Action!
"When last we left the actors, they were sent on a hunt to find the mysterious UFO that was seen soaring over the set! Lindsay and Owen shared a kiss, Harold got lost, and in the end, Leshawna was the one who discovered that the 'aliens' were none other than our little trespassers, Izzy and Ezekiel!
"The Killer Grips were forced to vote off a member, and sadly, our first season's winner, Owen, was chosen to go. Seems like smooth man Justin did some convincing among the others, though it's leaving Lindsay with some questions on which man she wants; provided, of course, that Tyler doesn't kill Owen, or vice versa.
"Well, this surprise challenge is going to be Titanic-themed! It's going to be a hunt for the Jewel of Wawanakwa among the seven remaining challengers: Beth, DJ, Harold, Heather, Justin, Leshawna, and Lindsay!
"Who is going to win this free-for-all contest? What is the prize for winning? And isn't it a relief that we don't have to worry about Izzy and Ezekiel sneaking in again, since this contest was made on the fly?
"This is gonna be awesome," Chris Maclean said as he held up his hands for dramatic effect.
As he talked, Izzy appeared behind him and did bunny-ears on him.
"What the hell?!" Courtney, Duncan, and Eva shouted in unison.
"Oh man," Noah said, and then started to laugh, especially when Ezekiel did 'moose antlers' behind Chris, and Izzy was suppressing laughter.
"This episode is already in motion, and the actors are roaming around the large ship set, on Total! Drama! ACTION!"
As the theme song played, Courtney began hammering the armrests of her seat. "Those! Two! Snuck! On! AGAIN!"
"Wonder if they brought Gwen and Cody," Noah remarked, chuckling; however, one look from Eva silenced him.
Gwen and Cody were not on the set of Total Drama Action. They were in her room, making out on the bed. Gwen was on top, him running her hands through her dyed hair, her hands on his thin shoulders.
The tech-geek was not the best of kissers, but he was learning really fast. Gwen paused to take a breath, and couldn't help but laugh; his lips were smeared with green lipstick.
"Sorry, should have wiped it off before we started," she said, chuckling as she wiped some of it off.
"No way, Gwen, I wanted this," he said, giving her a goofy grin. "I have to admit, I used to dream about having green lipstick smears on my face."
She smirked at him. "Oh really? And how far did your fantasies go, Mr. Code-Miester?"
He smirked right back, and for the first time ever, she found that gap-tooth grin to be attractive. The goth girl ran a hand through his brown hair, and rested her forehead on his. "C'mon, spill the beans, Cody. How far did you get in your dreams about me, hmmmm?"
"I'm living it right now," he said, batting one of her green bangs.
"You only dreamed of first base with me?" Gwen asked, laughing. "Oh c'mon, I have a teenager brother, and I know he dreams of aiming farther than first base."
"Well," he said, "c'mon, Gwen, I don't wanna ruin the mood."
"I wanna know," she exclaimed, and she went to tickle him on the sides fervently. Cody, who happened to be very ticklish, burst into laughter and thrashed around.
"No no no," he cackled.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me!"
Though he was being tickled nonstop, Cody was delighted, mainly because Gwen was so happy. Her pale face was lit up joyously, something that had been a rare sight, and now he was the cause of it.
"C'mon, tell me," she chanted, "I can tickle all day if need be!"
"Gah! I never imagined going to second base to you," Cody shouted, barely able to breathe and desperate, "because I... had... a hard time... imagining... you... topless."
Gwen stopped tickling him and cocked an eyebrow. "What? C'mon, you know what a woman looks like topless, right? Don't you have the internet?"
"Yeah, but Gwen, it's not that easy. See," he said, his shy grin back, "well, it's a combination of things. Never seen a girl naked in real life before, then there's that I really you, and...
"And... I have no idea what color your nipples would be."
Gwen blinked. Then she burst out laughing. She collapsed on Cody, shaking with mirth.
"What color are they?" she asked among her laughs. "What on earth do you mean?
"Oh, you mean because I have pale skin, green hair and lips, you think I got, what, blue-green nipples?"
Cody giggled, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, I dunno. Sorry to ruin the mood, Gwen."
"Whacha mean?"
"Well, I didn't mean to bring up your, um, uh-"
"Boobs," she finished. "Cody, I think this is the hardest I've laughed in a long time."
He grinned. "Ooo, laughter turns you on? I'll have to remember that."
She hummed joyfully, and kissed his nose. "Maybe next time, Cody hon."
The Code-Miester raised his eyebrows in confusion. "What? I'm making you laugh right now."
She smirked at his 'smoothness.' "No, you goof. Maybe next time, you can finally find out what color my nips are."
The look of surprise and excitement made her laugh more. To Cody, the sound of her laugh and the sight of her smile were better than second base might be; however, he wasn't going to put money down on that quite yet.
Izzy and Ezekiel were now exploring the ship set, trying to find this Jewel of Wawanakwa. The prairie boy had suggested they look in the rooms inside the ship, but most of them turned out to be prop doors, not actual rooms.
"You really don't need rooms for a ship that's here just for sinking," Izzy explained to him.
"Was that the whole point of the movie?"
"No silly, that movie's whole point was to see Kate Winslet topless."
"Boobs are nice, but I think it'd be awkward to be admiring a half-naked woman in a theater full of complete strangers, eh."
"Oh, I know, they were so mad at me for wolf whistling."
Ezekiel tapped his chin, stroking the little hairs. He tried to think of where Chris would hide the Jewel of Wawanakwa, and tried not to let the very distracting thought of Izzy wolf whistling at a naked woman sidetrack him.
"Izzy," he said, "where was the scene where the actress was topless?"
"Jack's room, why?" she asked, then her eyebrows shot up. "Oh, I see, you want to reenact the scene, don't you?"
Ezekiel felt his face heat up. "Gah! No, that's not what I was thinking of-"
"Aww, why not? Don't you want to see my boobs again?"
"Very much, but I was thinking if Chris Maclean was going to put the necklace somewhere on this ship, it would be somewhere in the only scene he'd remember."
Izzy pondered this, and snapped her fingers. "That's brilliant! Quick, to the lower class cabins!"
Making a quick dash, barely missing Heather and DJ, the young couple were soon testing doors in the lower class area. Izzy, in her excitement, managed to pull a few fake doors off of the frames, exposing the wall behind them.
"I found it, I think," Ezekiel said after a short while. He walked into the room, which looked like an artist's studio. The bowl of fruit in the center of the room looked inviting, and Ezekiel popped one of the grapes in his mouth.
"There's something wrong with these grapes, eh," he mused as she chewed.
"That's 'cuz it's fake fruit, my Zeke," Izzy said as she looked around the room.
The concept of fake food was rather confusing to Ezekiel. " 'Fake'?" he repeated, and popped another wax grape into his mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, he mulled over what the point of it was.
"I found it! I found the Jewel of Wawanakwa!"
Izzy was holding a necklace in her hand. The chain was gold, and the blue gem socketed in it had a bust of Chris Maclean etched in in silver. It looked expensive, but Ezekiel had the feeling it was just a well-made fake.
"Let's go turn this in," Izzy declared, swinging it around her finger. "I wonder if Chris will give us the reward."
"I doo't it, eh," Ezekiel said with a shrug. "We're not even supposed to be here. He might just get mad."
"Even better!"
Ezekiel couldn't help but laugh at his girlfriend's cheer. He plucked a third fake grape and juggled it in his hand. "So, is the point of having fake fruit like have a v'ees with'oot flowers in it, eh?"
"Yep. Now about reenacting the scene from the movie..."
He looked over at Izzy when she didn't finish the sentence. She was wearing the necklace now, but the more prominent feature was that she had lifted her shirt and bra up over her breasts, exposing them to her boyfriend.
"Want to paint me, my Zeke?" she asked, winking.
Ezekiel's jaw dropped, pieces of wax grape falling as he stammered and marveled.
Sneaking out of the fake ship set took a little longer than Ezekiel thought it would. Then again, they did spend a lot of time fooling around in the artist's room. When they were up on the top of the ship, Izzy started looking towards the deck of the ship.
"Something wrong, Dizzy-Izzy?" he asked her.
"There's another part of the movie that I always wanted to reenact," she admitted, "though I'm trying to wonder if we have time."
"Did that ever stop you befur, eh?"
"Nope! I'm going!"
"HEY! What are you doing here?!"
Izzy and Ezekiel spun around to see Justin staring at them, not looking too pleased to see them.
"Gack, it's my ex," the redhead shouted, her hands flying over the necklace. Too late, he had seen it.
"Give that over if you please," Justin requested, holding his hand.
Ezekiel stood between him and his girlfriend. "We found it, fair and square."
"You're not even supposed to be here! Don't make me take off my shirt, Zeke."
"He don't swing that way," Izzy squawked. "He prefers my chest, thank you very much."
That was too much information for Justin. He was about to live up to his threat, but someone shouted behind him, startling him.
"It's the psycho hose-beast and the home schooled sexist," Heather shrieked, pointing at said people. "DJ, quick, let's get 'em!"
The gentle brick house nodded, and charged a la football tackle. Justin had not time to react, and was knocked to the side.
"Sorry, Justin," he called back as he headed towards Ezekiel and Izzy, who had turned and bolted towards the deck.
Chris Maclean, watching from afar and sipping a drink, raised an eyebrow. "The chase is on! Better make it more interesting!"
He pressed a button on a remote control he had nearby, and icy hell broke loose. Chucks of ice, freezing water, and a couple penguins were splashed onto the boat, soaking the competitors and weirding out Harold.
"What's a penguin doing here, huh?" he asked.
"What's a human doing here, huh?" the equally-stunned penguin thought.
"Run faster! To the front of the deck," Izzy was shouting to Ezekiel.
All of the other competitors were chasing the couple towards the front, despite the ice, water, and penguins (who had also given chase, because they thought fish might be involved). Chris Maclean grinned, and pressed the second button on the remote.
More ice and water were sprayed onto the ship's top, and it caused DJ to slip. The very big guy's momentum and the wet surface of the ship's deck caused him to become a human bowling ball, catching all the other competitors, Ezekiel, Izzy, and the penguins. They slid all the way off the ship, suspended in midair for a few seconds.
"I'm flying, Zeke, I'm flying," Izzy cheered.
They started to plummet.
"We're falling, Izzy, we're falling," Ezekiel exclaimed.
The nine bodies hit the water that encircled the ship set, a large splash forming up a wave and knocking Chef Hatchet, who was nearby watching, over. They eventually resurfaced, gasping for air.
"It's freaking cold," Leshawna chattered, grabbing the nearest thing for support. The thing happened to be Harold, and he was very happy about this.
Chris Maclean walked over to the side of the water, and tsk-tsk'ed the wet competitors. "Izzy, Zeke man," he said, smiling despite his chastising tone, "will you two ever learn?"
"Hey, we just wanted to have a little fun," Izzy giggled. "You may carry on your little contest, we had our fill."
"You had the necklace, you freaking cheaters," Heather shouted, shaking her fist at them.
"Well, I dropped it. I hope that makes you happy. Now go ahead, your fighting can go on and on."
"Not necessary, eh," Ezekiel said, pulling Izzy to him with one arm. He lifted the other arm high in the air, clutching the Gem of Wawanakwa and displaying it for all to see.
"You're gonna die," Heather snarled at the prairie boy. "You're gonna die a young man, smothered by your own pillow in your bed."
Chris was clapping joyously. "Bravo! Ezekiel, seems like you won the day for you and your... ehehe... girlfriend."
"Woohoo, we did it," Izzy shouted, hugging the prairie boy happily. "We're the king and queen of the world!"
Beth and Lindsay also cheered, and Harold gave them a Possum Scout salute in respect. The others didn't look so thrilled.
"So what prize are they getting?" Leshawna grumbled; she hated losing, especially to those really participating.
Chris Maclean clicked his tongue. "Well see, the prize was going to be that the winner or winners were going to pick which two contestants are going to return to the show...
"But since we have Ezekiel and Izzy as the winners, and they're not on the show, that complicates things."
"How?" Beth asked. "Izzy picks Ezekiel, Ezekiel picks Izzy, they're both on the show now."
The host blinked, and then grinned. "Beth, you're so smart! You get a cookie!"
He pulled a cookie from his pocket and tossed it to the brunette farm girl, who happily ate it. "Ezekiel, Izzy," Chris continued to talk, "it's my pleasure to bring you two back to Total! Drama! ACTION!"
"We're on the show again," Izzy whooped, holding Ezekiel close to her. "Well, for me it's again, but it's the first for you, Zeke! You're on the show! Yeeee-haaaaaw!"
Ezekiel was so stunned, he didn't react except to blink his wide eyes. Izzy grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. Some of the others ooo'ed appreciatively.
"Wow," DJ remarked. "You two really are going out!"
"What's this world coming to?" Heather grumbled.
The penguins were squaking and clapping their flippers in celebration.
(Dressing Cam - And then there were nine.)
Izzy - \singing happily\ "We're on the show again! We're on the show again! We're gonna get rich, ain't pay back a bitch, we're on the show again!"
Ezekiel - "Oh wow... I never expected to be on the shoo' a'geen, eh. Bridgette, if you're watching this, we'll have to continue our discussion when I get voted off! Though I think things will be fine, eh!"
Harold - "It's so awesome having Ezekiel back. Maybe I can get some tips from him about getting a girlfriend! Not that I need help, gosh! I just want to ask my chocolate princess out before the show's over!"
Beth - "Ezekiel and Izzy dating, that's so sweet! Maybe if people that different are in love, Justin and I could be too!"
Justin - "I swear, this is going to make my hair frizz, being around Izzy all day. The girl keeps insisting I once dated her, she's worse that Katie, Sadie, or Beth."
Chris Maclean - "Maybe this'll be the cure to stop them from sneaking on the show that much. Though I gotta say, that was awesome! You wouldn't believe the ratings it pulled in!"
Chef Hatchet - "... I want my money, damn it! Now the show's even longer!"
Izzy and Ezekiel - \They are making out again, her wearing his toque. As he kisses her neck, she grins at the camera and waves again.\ "Neener neener neener!"
The others watched all this, silent in shock. Tyler was the first to speak.
"Well," he said, "guess that means we won't be seeing them here for dinner."
He laughed at his own joke, no one else did. Duncan was fuming, Bridgette was gaping, Eva was growling, and Courtney was eerily silent.
"They snuck on, and now they're part of the show," Duncan shouted, pounding the armrest of his seat. "Damn it, this sucks!"
"Freaking bastard," Eva growled. "Freaking son of a bitch. Freaking motherf-"
"Courtney, are you okay?" Trent asked the CIT. "I thought you'd be furious over this."
"Yeah, I was expecting an eruption from vol-Courtney, if you get my drift," Noah remarked.
"Excuse me," Courtney said, ever-so-politely and firmly. She stood up and walked out of the room.
"Delayed reaction," Noah said, leaning back in his chair. "Mount Courtney will blow when she thinks we're out of earshot."
He winked at Eva, who looked away and shivered uncomfortably. Noah was puzzled by this, she had been distant ever since Izzy had revealed their secret relationship.
"Shouldn't we try to give her a hug or something?" Owen asked.
"Dude, she'll kill you," Geoff said.
"Yeah, so Owen, you go hug her," Tyler suggested, smirking evilly.
Late at night at the abandoned film lot, Izzy and Ezekiel were stargazing. Ezekiel was pointing out a good deal of the constellations. Izzy was too, but most of hers were created by her.
"And that one right there," she said, pointing up at the night sky, "that one is the tip of the toque sporting the Canadian God of the Prairies. That's you, by the way."
"It's good to be a god, eh," he replied, smiling at her. He had given up at looking at the stars, and was staring at her.
"The stars are up there, my Zeke."
"I'd rather look at your eyes. They're more beautiful."
"But they don't form anything," she pointed out, though she was flushing at the compliment.
"They're the windows to the soul of the most wonderful girl under the stars," he said, then chuckled nervously. "Was that silly to say?"
"It was more corny than a movie theater concession stand, but I loved it."
She draped her arms on his shoulders, and kissed him. Sweet, deep, passionate, the way she did it when she was feeling romantic. They made Ezekiel swoon and moan, he couldn't help it. It surprised him how much she could make his mind spin, despite how much he had kissed her by now.
"I love you, Izzy," he whispered as he stroked her hair.
"I love you, my Zeke," she replied as quietly, caressing his chest.
"I only hope that one day," she thought to herself as she leaned her cheek against his shoulder, "I can find the courage to tell you everything about me."
They sat there for some time, enjoying being together. Both received a nasty shock as some kind of roar from the city echoed in the night, one that was as powerful as an eruption.
End of Part 10.
Yes, that roar was Courtney. She's none too happy.
So, what are the demons in Izzy that she's not comfortable talking about yet? How will Ezekiel and Izzy fair on TDA? Will their newly-confessed love endure where other couples have broken up, and will Chris enjoy seeing them in pain if they do? (The answer to the last question is 'yes,' because he is a dick.)
Who was Bridgette's second crush? Due to deduction, it's either Tyler, Harold, or DJ.
Will Owen survive Tyler's reckless wrath? Which of the two highly-destructive boys will Lindsay choose?
Will Beth find out that Justin is just using her? Will Harold get Leshawna back? And just what color are Gwen's nipples?
The answers to all these questions will come eventually! Until then, you're stuck pondering! Bua ha ha, I know and you don't!