I hate not having a computer. But I've got it back now, so YAY!

Duncan's POV

"Courtney!" Dammit. She stormed off again. I wasn't going to keep chasing her ass. She wouldn't listen to me, she was too happy being mad. That was fine with me. I was a little more frustrated with her than she was worth. It wasn't my fault she got her ass kicked. I tried to stop her, I really did. I shoved my hands in my pocket and started walking back to the camp. Heather seemed like a little better company at the moment any way. I broke the tree line and headed toward the beach. That's where everyone else was. I was hoping, but seriously doubting, that she had taken my advice. Known her she probably still thought I was out to get her. I looked along the shore and spotted all the others, except Heather.

"Hey DJ. You seen Heather?" The tall boy turned and looked at me. He thought for a moment before he nodded.

"Yeah, Chris came and got her about ten minutes ago." What? Shit! I felt my hands clench. McClean was more than capable of doing what was done to

Heather.

"Where'd they go?"

"They headed towards his trailer." FUCK! Fuck. Fuck. Yeah. I know but what else could I think? I took off running before realizing my brain told my legs to run. What the fuck was I doing? Well what else could I do? Chris could be finishing the job for all I knew. I wasn't going to let that happen. My damn legs started burning before I even got to the trailer. With each step I took I felt the anger intensify. By the time I hit the door of the trailer I was homicidal.

It was my turn to snort like a bull as I looked around the trailer. I stopped and stared at Heather as she sat at the small table. Her back was to me. I looked around. I didn't want that bastard sneaking up on me.

"Heather. What are you doing?" I walked over and looked at her. She looked up at me with a blank face. Her eyes narrowed then.

"What exactly do you know?" She asked as she stood up. I blinked at her and frowned.

"Why are you in Chris's trailer? Did he hurt you?" Her face got harder.

It was then that Chris came in from the other room. I glared at him and decided that I needed to hurt him. He looked at me the same way.

"You better not have touched her!" The fucking bastard said that same damn thing I said at the same fucking time! We stared at each other for a few minutes before I turned to look at Heather.

"What's going on?" Chris asked, looking at me then to Heather then back at me again. Obviously he was just as confused as I was. Heather almost growled as she crossed her arms over her chest. She turned to glare at Chris.

"You don't have to worry about legalities. That stupid contract you had us sign released you of all liability if in the event of injury." She spat. I fought back the urge to nod. That would make sense. If Chris found out what happened he be worried about how it would affect him and the show? Chris frowned.

"Yes, it does. During the duration of the show. We aren't filming right now, now are we?" She snorted at him. He eyes dropped to the floor then shot back up to him.

"You couldn't be liable, it wasn't your fault." She hissed and walked past me slamming the door to the trailer as she stormed out. We just stared at each other. Chris frowned deeper.

"What is your connection to all of this?"

"She didn't tell you?" I said cocking my eyebrow. I damn sure didn't want to confess to something that I didn't do and with McClean- caution is a must.

"She didn't tell me anything. I'm going to ask you this once- did you do that to her?" Oh fuck no. He was accusing me of hurting her. Damn, he must have thought I was some sort of delinq…never mind.

"I didn't hurt her. I found her that way."

"So you're the one that brought her to the clinic?" He was skeptical. I couldn't blame him. I still thought he did it.

"Yeah…" Chris then did something very un-Chris like. His face dropped and he shook his head.

"I don't want anyone getting hurt- well at least like that. This is all for fun and games and of course the money. I want to know who did that- She might not want to file charges, but I damn sure will." I blinked at Chris a few times, wondering when the aliens had sucked out his brain.

"You are serious?" I looked at him as if he sprouted another head. He thought for a second then his stupid normal mischievous grin slapped across his face. He looked up at me.

"Courtney's not gonna like you hanging around Heather."

"Yeah, she's already mad. Heather gave her a pretty fair ass kicking earlier." I couldn't help but laugh. That really was information that needed to be shared. Chris smiled at that.

"I wish we could have caught that on camera." I turned and walked out of the trailer. The banter was enough- I don't think I could have stood to talk to Chris very much longer. I looked around- and just as I expected Heather was no where around. My stomach grumbled at me. Hell I had nothing else better to do. So I went to find something to eat.