Author's notes: this takes place after Noah's elimination in TDWT.

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Noah had been taken to the losers' resort following his elimination. He wasn't expecting anybody to greet him, so he was surprised when Bridgette came to see him after he'd been shown to his room.

"Hello Noah," Bridgette said. "I just want to say that I'm sorry about what happened in the Yukon where I snapped at you for trying to huddle up to me for warmth and didn't snap at all when Alejandro tried it," Bridgette said and was met by a confused look from Noah. "This is the part where you say 'apology accepted'."

"Not going to happen blondie," Noah replied with copious amounts of his usual snarkiness. "You're only apologizing because you found out the hard way about Alejandro being an evil dick. If it hadn't been for that, you wouldn't have had any problem about your disproportionate reactions. So no, apology not accepted."

What an ass, is what Bridgette first thought, but then realized that Noah (unfortunately) had a point. Her apology had much more to do with Alejandro's treachery than her own actions. She had no idea how she would have felt about her actions if it hadn't been for Alejandro's scheme.

"Fine," Bridgette said. "There's something else I need to talk to you about anyway."

"And what would that possibly be?" Noah asked.

"I think I might be a slut," Bridgette said with a look of shame in her voice.

"What?" Noah asked bewildered. He had no idea why Bridgette would ask that, especially to him. She always dressed so modestly and it wasn't like she made sexual advancements on every guy she saw.

"It's just, I nearly kissed Alejandro," Bridgette began, "then Geoff and I were able to get past that, but only because of how much we enjoyed making out with each other. I had no idea how our relationship had become so physically dependent, and finding out about that was a real surprise."

"I told Geoff that I wanted to rethink our relationship," Bridgette continued. "I cut down our making out time from over five hours a day to less than two. Things went well at first, but Geoff couldn't get over how I was cutting him off for, as far as he was concerned, was no reason. We got into a fight about what we wanted out of the relationship, and he made it clear he was okay with just physical stuff. We're broken up now. Anyway, back to you: do you think I'm a slut?"

"Let me see if I've got this straight," Noah began. "You try to apologize to me for what happened in the Yukon and I pretty much tell you to go F$k yourself. Then you bear you're heart out to me about… everything you just said and want my help, when there have got to be literally hundreds of people you'd rather talk to this about. Are you high?"

"Not since Tuesday," Bridgette said, which made Noah raise an eyebrow in curiosity and Bridgette's eyes open in a 'did I just say that out loud' kind of way. "Look," the blonde surfer said to change the subject, "I'm bringing this to you because you're smart enough to help me figure this out and anti-social enough to be brutally honest with me, which is what I think I really need right now. So I'll ask again: do you think I'm a slut?"

"No," Noah said. "So Alejandro messed with you and arranged your elimination. Big deal: he arranged my elimination too. We'd have an easier time making a list of people he hasn't messed with this season. That slip up is hardly all your fault."

"But I have no idea how okay I'd have felt about cheating on Geoff if it hadn't been for him being evil," Bridgette said.

"If Alejandro hadn't been evil, would he have tried to seduce away you from your boyfriend for his own gain?" Noah countered.

Bridgette placed her hand on her chin as she thought that over. "Good point," she conceded.

"And as for how things turned out with Geoff," Noah continued, "if you were a slut, would it have bothered you that your relationship had become as physically dependent as it had or would you have just taken that ball and rolled with it?"

Bridgette couldn't think of the proper words to express how grateful she was to Noah, so instead she just embraced him in a hug. If someone like Noah had come to the conclusion that she wasn't a slut, there had to be something to it: Especially since Noah wasn't nice enough to just tell her what she wanted hear. Normally that would be a bad thing, but it was exactly what she had needed. She ended the hug and stepped away.

"You're welcome," Noah said and began walking away. He was tempted to follow through on the moment and ask Bridgette out. However, that would make her think that he had said everything he just said to get on her good side, which would cast doubt on the whole slut matter. She was too nice and had gone through too much recently for Noah to want to that.

"Hey," Bridgette said, causing Noah to stop. "You want to go grab a bite to eat?"

"Sure," Noah said as he stopped and turned around. How fortuitous, he thought as they walked away.

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Author's notes: about the "not since Tuesday," line, considering Bridgette's favorite hobby and laid back nature, that could easily be something she partakes of. And I'm sorry for implying in any way that Bridgette in cannon is a slut for not handling things like she did in this drabble.