A/N: I am depressed. School is getting really hectic, so I'm getting even less time to sleep/eat/breath/write/slack off than usual, so I really have no idea how I can continue to write this story, which is my baby! Ah! I'm sorry, but I might have to slow down the updates even more, and it's killing me! I hate this. Okay, I know I got a request for some Owen stuff, But I just cannot think of anything for him right now, So I'm just going to write a general fic about… the killer bass. And Next time I'll do one about the Screaming Gophers, if people like this one. Please, don't throw rotten fruits at my house tonight.

Title: Photo

Prompt: A Photo of me and all my friends from like… Kindergarten. I know. I'm sad.

Summary: The photo is old and faded, but the memories it contain are still fresh.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Must I go over this?

It's just a picture, Chris reminds himself. The photo is old and faded, crinkled in some places, ripped in others, yet the memories it holds are still very fresh in his mind. It may have been almost 20 years ago, but he can still remember the muffled moans and glares he received when he announced the Killer Bass's first team picture.

The first on to catch his eye is Ezekiel. In the photo, his hair looks particularly greasy under his hat, balancing oddly with his rumpled sweat shirt and stained jeans. In the photo he is half way through picking his nose, looking into the camera with wide eyes, as if surprised they were taking a picture. It wasn't surprising that a few hours after this shot the team voted him off.

Next to Ezekiel is Katie and Sadie, both hugging tightly, their mouths looking as though they were squealing at the moment when the flash went off. They eyes are shut and they are grinning, each both popping one leg in the air, nearly hitting the campers on either side of them. Chris always had a soft spot for the two of them (which is probably the reason why he let one of them change teams) because he had in fact been best friends with a boy like that when he was quite young. It was sad, because the two girls did not know that six years later Sadie would move to Europe and only talk to Katie via e-mail.

Eva was a few feet away from the girls, her hand thrust forward, forever caught in the act of launching a dumb bell at the pair. Her face is contorted with rage, her lips curled up, almost hiding the over sized mole on her lip. Her eyebrow is wrinkled and her legs are spread, and Chris can't help but think that she looks very wild in the picture. It was odd to think that this was the old Eva, where as the new one was now a calm, cool, Olympic athlete, who is way past her anger issues from the years previous.

Picture Eva accidentally bumps Picture Courtney, making her fall into the arms of Picture Duncan, moments before the picture in taken. Courtney is red faced and glaring at a grinning Duncan, who has one of his arms around Courtney's waist while the other cups her cheek. Courtney's head is under his chin, her hair mocha brushing his chest. Chris thinks it is funny how different they are, how they almost hated each other, yet they are now happily married with three children. Chris even attended the wedding, which was quite odd with Courtney screaming "I DO!" at the top of her lungs and Duncan getting almost immediately drunk after the reception. He taught her how to be wild, and she taught him how to be tame. Perfect for each other, yet completely different.

Next to them, DJ cuddles bunny. Chris never really talked to DJ after the island, be he learned through other campers that DJ studied Natural Science in University. In senior year he met up with Katie again. Apparently after senior year the two settled down together and are engaged to one another, living in a small apartment in Manitoba.

His hand on Picture DJ's shoulder, Picture Geoff waves his hat around while a grinning Bridgette sitting on his shoulders. All three of them remained close friends after the island, and from a few chats with Bridgette recently Chris now knows that Bridgette and Geoff got married almost immediately out of high school. Chris thinks she mentioned something about not bearing to wait any longer, but he can't really remember because he was thinking about how wonderful it felt to have his hair blowing in the wind.

Harold was On Geoff's right, striking a Jedi pose, something that everyone was expecting. Harold is even holding a lightsaber, it faint blue glow still vivid compared to the other fading colors of the photo. Chris still talks to Harold, and is surprised to find that him and Bridgette are quite good friends.

Parts of Chris wish someone from the Killer Bass would have won that first season, because he secretly thought they were the more interesting of the two teams. Throw a delinquent, a party dude, a surfer, a pansy, two perky girls, an uptight CIT, a geek, a socially awkward guy, and well, Eva, and you get…

The Killer Bass.

A/N: I know the ending is weak, but I ran out of ideas toward the end. I'm sorry. Well, I'll try to update ASAP! Ho-hum. Much love! Read and Review!