All right! I've been waiting to get this far! Also, the whole "Maybe Chris isn't as bad as I...couldn't say that with a straight face" belongs to JoeMerl, who has written a few Harry Potter/TD crossovers and also manages the Ask-Magical-Total-Drama blog on tumblr, in which the cast is all part of a Canadian rip-off of Hogwarts set up by Chris, and Total Drama doesn't exist. It was on a post about why an evil incarnate like Chris could produce a Patronus (okay, well, they asked about why Heather and Alejandro can do it, but...oh, and according to the blog, Mike and Scarlett have trouble with it).

For those of you who are wondering why I'm updating this fast, it's because I want a lot of these chapters up so I can get to what this fic is really about. A lot of Roxanne is in these chapters, and once the next few are up, she will probably play less of a role, although she will still show up frequently.

Thanks for reviewing, Bloodylilcorpse.

It was only a day past Chris' requirements in order for me to continue sharing a room with Duncan. He called me into his office that same day.

"I'm surprised." he said. "And a little disappointed. But mostly surprised that you pulled it off. But I'll honour our deal. I don't care who finds out your little secret from now on, but you can stay with Duncan."

I shrugged. "Whatever. Thanks for showing you actually have a tiny bit of humanity left, though. That'll give me something to smile about for the rest of the day."

I told Duncan about that exchange. "Maybe," he joked, "Chris isn't as bad as I..." he cut himself off with a chuckle. "Okay, couldn't say that with a straight face. I thought I could, but..."

It was a good thing that Chris did that, though. My worst nightmare became true a few hours later, when I went to shower. I was alone when I actually showered, and while I was towelling myself I was wearing my strap-on, so if my towel rode up and anyone else saw, they'd probably just assume that I'd been touching myself. Okay, that was embarrassing, but not as bad as what actually happened.

You see, a bunch of guys came in just as I was towelling myself. More than half of them I recognized as Mal's guys – and I knew a lot of them knew what I really was.

My situation was bad. I couldn't get dressed until they were gone, but I couldn't just sit there.

The choice of what to do was made for me.

"HEADS UP BOYS, THERE'S A BABE IN THE SHOWERS!"
I froze as I heard this. Every head turned in my direction, and I realized in horror that my towel had slipped down to my waist. I was able to cover up again, but it was too late. Before long, the guys had formed a circle around me, all of them discussing me. One of them pulled my towel away, exposing me to all the guys there. They all were saying things about how they didn't know there was another girl in here, and was I a virgin, and if I didn't belong to Mal then I was free, right.

Considering that Mal's guys were the ones getting closest and since they already knew who I was, I had a feeling they'd been waiting for this, and I wondered...had they been planning to expose me? Was this meant to have happened?

I didn't get an answer, as Ed arrived at that moment and managed to get me out of there. But weird thing. I caught sight of another familiar face. Just before he arrived, another guy had slipped in – a dark, scrawny guy. Sort of like a calmer, smaller version of Mike, actually. He didn't look like he belonged in juvie. He looked more like he belonged at a swotty little private school, actually, except that his head was shaved. His eyes were flickering around, and his lack of hair didn't help him look any more tough. But when he saw me, I saw him freeze, and his eyes lock on mine.

I knew he seemed familiar, but I wasn't sure why for a while. He didn't join in with all the other guys, talking about me. He just stared, and not at my body like they were. He was still only looking at my face.

It was only after I got back to my cell and told Duncan what had happened that I found out who he was. "I'm just lucky that I got out of that one. But the thing was, there was this guy there that I recognized, but I wasn't sure why. I have a feeling I knew him, but I'm not sure where from."

Duncan shrugged. "I probably don't know him, but what the hell. What did he look like?"

"Scrawny." I answered. "Dark, kind of serious. He didn't look like he belonged here – his eyes flickered everywhere. He was bald – there was a sort of greyish fuzz coming in."

Duncan's blue eyes lit up after a few seconds. "I know! What happened in the Total Drama Pahkitew Island finale?"

My mind scanned through it. Technicolour images fluttered through my mind, until it rested on one character. And a confessional stuck in my mind: "I never had a plan for the money, but now I do! I'm gonna light it on fire in front of Sky! Does that seem too bitter?"

"Dave?" I exclaimed. "That was him? Now I remember – I guess I'm not used to seeing him bald, since he only lost it at the end of the season. Wonder how he got in here?"

"Probably kept stalking Sky after the season ended." Duncan suggested. "Or maybe the cops caught up with him after he tried to kill her on the show."

I shrugged. "Well, he doesn't look all that dangerous now. Not compared to all the other guys there. You should've heard them!"

"Yeah, I should've, then I'd know who I should stab first." Duncan said darkly.

I gave a sigh. "To be honest, I kind of expected that from everyone in here. But I have a suspicion I know why there were so many guys arriving at the exact right time for my cover to be blown." I scowled. "And that was a perfectly wonderful cry for attention. If it's anything like last time..."

Duncan instantly knew I was referring to Mal. Obviously, his efforts to apologize to Roxanne weren't getting him anywhere, so I was pretty sure he'd been planning to leave me to the wolves of his gang, so to speak. He'd sent them there, probably with someone spying on me.

Okay, so I couldn't be sure. But if not, it was pretty damn convenient that I knew most of the guys who came in.

To be honest, there wasn't much either of us could do then, apart from stick together.

"I'll try to keep acting like a guy for as long as I can." I decided. "I mean, I might as well keep as much of juvie fooled as I can, right?"

"That might be a good idea." Duncan said thoughtfully. "But trust me, this isn't going to stay secret for long. There's already been rumours that there's another girl in here. In a couple of days, you might as well cut the act and stop pretending to be one of us." He grinned a little. "Gotta say, I prefer it when you actually look more like a girl. You can't pull off the guy act – it's like Mulan in that movie and Shang being terrified that he's gay because he's into this feminine-looking guy."

I gave him a playful shove. "If I'm so useless, how come you didn't recognize me instantly?"

"Cause I wasn't looking at you until after you told me who you were."

"So how come you prefer me when I don't fake my gender?"

"Cause I like you better when you're allowed to act like my girlfriend." Duncan's teasing tone vanished for a moment, and he said in a lower voice "You know, Diamond, it wasn't easy having to pretend, either. I came so close to blowing your cover."

"Hey, as long as you don't do that, I could blow something else." I teased.

Duncan laughed with me. "Only if you think we can keep it quiet. Lucky we're on this floor."

At least there was one good thing in my life that I could count on.

Well, that's what it's like. Also, guys, good news. There's a page for the "Juvie Bird Trilogy" as a whole on TV Tropes, and one for each of these stories. Please check them out and feel free to add to them. There's also one for "Mal Meets The Rebel", as well as a link in TD Fanfic Recs also on the site. Spread the word!