Disclaimer: I do not own the Total Drama series or anything else copyrighted.

A/N: More sexual themes again. I hate writing author note's within my stories (at least my current ones as of a year ago), so I'll just give you all a bit of a warning: It's in the second part of the story. Also, this is a two-part chapter... Kind of. Haha. Try to guess what's going on at the end of this chapter! Thank you for the reviews! Keep 'em up! Enjoy!

"Are you excited about going home tomorrow?" Courtney asked, reaching over and rubbing her boyfriend's arm.

Duncan shrugged. He sighed and muttered, "I wish I were going to the apartment..."

"I know," she quietly said, continuing to softly stroke his arm. "I do, too. We'll get there, though."

He nodded, reaching over and placing his hand on top of hers. "I had a dream about the accident last night," he softly said.

She frowned slightly, intertwining their fingers. "Was it a replay of the accident, or was it different?"

"I... I'm not sure," he softly said. "I still can't remember much of the crash, apart from what I told you... Uhh, two days ago. This dream... It was scary. I could see and feel everything that happened upon impact. Honestly, babe, I woke up and puked my guts out. It terrified me that much."

Courtney instantly leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck. Because problems in his neck had arisen the day prior, she didn't wrap her arms too tightly around his neck. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

Duncan shrugged, tightly wrapping his arms around her waist. "Whatever."

"Duncan," she softly said, pulling back slightly. "This could be a sign of severe psychological problems from the crash."

He groaned, and instantly she regretted saying anything. He told her, "I know. Ma and I have had this discussion a few times. I could very well get PTSD. I could very well have other mental problems as well. Do I want them? Not really. I wish this hadn't happened, and I'm incredibly upset that the driver didn't have any kind of medical problems. The guy shouldn't have been texting!"

"He really shouldn't have been," she agreed, nodding. "I hope your lawsuit goes well, though I don't know why it shouldn't."

"I don't care about the fucking money," he muttered. "I... This guy fucked up my life, Court. The left side of my body is in pain and is wrapped up in a cast. I honestly don't know how I'm going to function normally. Nobody can't just wheel me around everywhere-"

She put a finger to his lips, instantly silencing him. She wore a small, simple smile on her face. She softly told him, "You're forgetting who you're talking to."

"You have to work."

She shook her head, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. "I took two weeks off, so I could move. Now that I'm not moving..."

"No."

She let out a sigh. She asked, "Why not?"

"I'm not going to burden you."

"It won't be a burden!"

"Okay, how about this: I don't want you babying me. I don't want you hanging over me while I do everything."

"You're the one who just said that you don't know how you'll function normally, nor do you know anyone who will help you get places! I can do that for you, Duncan!" She let out a sigh, running her hand over her face. She softly asked, "Who would you rather watch you constantly - myself, or your Mom?"

"Neither, honestly. But, if I had to choose..." He let out a sigh, shrugging. "I guess you, sweetheart."

"Then let me move in with you. Even if it's just for a week."

"It's just..." He sighed. "I know I'm going to need help showering. I know I'll need help getting in and out of a car, something I don't want to do anyway..."

"You're... You're scared of riding in a car?"

He remained silent for a few moments. Honestly, he was extremely terrified of getting back into a car. He wasn't sure why, though. Both of his parents were excellent drivers, and they rarely got into any kind of car accident. Maybe it was because he just got into a car accident himself. He shrugged and said, "I'm not too thrilled about trying to get in an out of a car."

She nodded, relief overtaking her face. "Yeah, that's not going to be fun."

They looked over as his Mom entered the room. Mrs. Evans smiled at them and said, "Hello, you two."

"Hello," Courtney said, smiling.

"Ma, I wanna go today..." Duncan whined, pouting at his Ma.

Suzie rolled her eyes, standing at the end of his bed. "Just one more day, sweetie. Then you can go home and..." She let out a small sigh, shrugging.

"I want Courtney to stay with us for a while," Duncan told his Ma.

Suzie shrugged, smiling softly. "I don't see any problems with that... Wait, sweetie, don't you work?" she asked, turning to Courtney.

Courtney shook her head. "Not for two weeks." When Mrs. Evans continued to stand there confused, she continued, "I took off two weeks so I could move."

"Well, since you'll be staying with us for..." When Courtney shrugged, Suzie continued, "Who knows how long you'll be staying with us, but it's not like you'll be lying to your bosses. For the most part."

"They'll figure out I haven't moved." Courtney shrugged. "But that's okay."

"I can't do this."

"Sweetie..."

"No, Ma. I'm so serious. I cannot do this."

Suzie sighed, frowning at the predicament in front of her. Her son was refusing to get into her car. Granted, it was her police car, so there were probably a number of reasons why he didn't want to get in there. She stepped in front of her son and bent down. She quietly asked him, "Why is that?"

"I don't know!" he said, exasperated as he threw his right arm into the air. "I really don't! It's, like... I know I have to get in, but I get this weird feeling inside of me. I get scared and anxious and..." He groaned, looking away as he shook his head.

"You're scared," she simply, and softly, stated.

He groaned, wearily staring at the woman in front of him. "I don't want to be scared," he grumbled.

"Who does?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "There's no problem-"

"There is," he stated, glaring at her. "There is because I can't seem to gather up the courage to even get close to your car."

"Honey," she softly said. "You know I'm trained to keep out an extra eye on everything. Plus, only an idiot would dare to really crash into my car."

"Unless they were texting and weren't paying attention to the road."

"That is classified as an idiot."

Duncan sighed, nodding. "That is true," he muttered. He groaned and said, "Let's just get this over with."

He realized it was pretty easy getting into the car. He basically hopped into the police car and propped his leg against the seat. He couldn't wait to get the large cast off and have a brace put in it's place. He knew it would take longer for his arm to heal, and he wasn't excited about wearing that cast everywhere, either. He was grateful that his Ma decided to take the back roads home. True, it took a lot longer since he was at a hospital in Toronto, but he was strangely thrilled about not being on the highway. He sighed in relief when they turned onto his street and pulled up to his house. After a long, hour and a half ride in the car, they were home!

But Courtney's car wasn't there.

"Where's Court?" Duncan asked as his Mom helped him out of the car and into the wheelchair.

"I'm not sure," Mrs. Evans quietly said. "I'm sure she'll be by soon, though. Isn't she taking her parents to the airport?"

"No, they're leaving in three days," he explained. They both sighed when they reached the steps. He muttered, "Great..."

"Honey, do you think you can hop up the stairs?" his Mom quietly questioned.

He shrugged. "I guess."

With her assistance, he got out of the wheelchair. He tightly held onto the railing as he stood there on one foot.

"You got it?"

He nodded, staring at the first step as he let out a sigh. He took a deep breath before jumping onto the first step. He smiled in relief before repeating the same process, over and over, until he reached the front porch. He let out a few breaths, not wanting to pass out after doing all of that. It really took a lot of energy, more than he thought. He plopped down in his wheelchair when his Ma finally brought it up the stairs.

"You did a good job, sweetie," Suzie softly said, gently rubbing his shoulder as they stepped inside.

"Whatever," he grumbled, the silence of no one else there welcoming them as they stepped inside.

"I was hoping Courtney would be here when we arrived..." Mrs. Evans sighed before quickly adding, "Oh! We picked up a new phone for you yesterday."

"Is it the same as before?"

She shrugged and grabbed the phone off the coffee table. "Kind of? It's just a basic phone. It'll hold you over until you can upgrade in a couple of months."

"That's cool," he muttered, looking at the phone that his Ma handed to him. "Are all of my pictures and such on here?"

"Yep, we got everything transferred on there."

"Thank you."

"Of course." She sighed, regretfully looking at her son. "I have to go to work now, Duncan."

He shrugged, smiling at his Mom. "Have fun."

"Call me when Courtney gets here, okay?"

He nodded. "See ya."

Suzie gasped as soon as she opened the door. There stood Courtney, looking like she was ready to knock on the door. "Courtney!"

"Hi Mrs. Evans," Courtney said, smiling at the older woman.

"I'm glad you're here," Suzie said, smiling as Courtney entered the house. "I have to go to work now."

"Have fun," Courtney said, continuing to smile. She turned and smiled at her boyfriend, who was seductively smirking at her.

"Well, well. Someone's dressing to impress today..." he muttered, eying her outfit, which was a pair of shorts and a tank top.

She rolled her eyes, placing her bag by the couch. "If I wanted to easily have sex with you, I would have worn a skirt or a dress."

"You like being a tease, though. It turns both you and I on."

She couldn't help but blush as she quietly laughed. What he said was actually true. Teasing him did turn her on. Whenever she teased him, however she did it, she loved seeing him react. Sometimes, he would smile or smirk, a lustful look always in his eyes. He usually sat there, but sometimes he would squirm around, trying to remain cool and comfortable. It was fun seeing him get so turned on, because it really did turn her on. She wanted to be sexy for him. She wanted to see him act like that.

"What do you say, babe?" he asked, wheeling himself closer to her. With a mischievous look, he asked, "Care to fuck Big Papa?"

"How?" she asked. She hadn't planned on doing anything as she drove to his house, but those two sentences really changed her mind after her mind wandered elsewhere.

He pointed to the couch behind him. "There." Before she could protest (or even say anything), he began to wheel himself to the couch. He grabbed a blanket and threw it down before slowly moving out of the chair and onto the couch. As he did so, he muttered, "I don't want anything on the couches. Ma and Pa will freak."

She smirked, already taking off her tank top. Underneath she was wearing a yellow push-up bra. Her navel piercing had also been changed, and now had yellow and white striped balls at each end.

"Somebody's very summer-themed."

She rolled her eyes but continued smirking. She walked over to her boyfriend and slowly moved onto the couch, gently straddling his lap. "I thought it looked nice."

He shook his head, reaching forward and giving her upper thigh a squeeze. "Oh, believe me - you look HOT in that outfit. Sure, you usually turn me on whenever I see you, but today..." He gave her a low whistle. "Yellow looks good on you."

She smiled at him. She reached forward and cupped his cheek in her hand. She remained still like that for a few seconds before gently caressing his face. She leaned forward and captured his lips in hers. Her body was pressed up against his, partially her own decision, but Duncan's hand was firmly pressed on the small of her back. They continued laying there, pressed up against each other and making out, for a few minutes. Courtney then leaned back, seductively smiling at Duncan.

"What?" he murmured, leaning forward and running his un-cast hand all around her midsection, from her waist to her sides to her stomach to her bellybutton.

She then slowly leaned back, carefully watching her she slid. She grabbed the top of his boxers before looking up at him. "Ready?"

"Oh, my God! Look at them!"

"What?"

"They're adorable!"

"Mom, don't wake them up."

Suzie and Danny were currently peering into Duncan's temporary room. He was staying in the guest room downstairs, for it would be impossible for him to try and continuously walk up and down the stairs. Plus, all of his belongings were packed for what would have been his and Courtney's big move. Suzie was gushing at Courtney and Duncan, who were asleep on his bed. He was on his bed, his leg propped up above a few pillows. Courtney was snuggled up against him. He even had an arm wrapped around her. Her legs and his right one were entangled.

"You know, you don't have to wake them up," Danny quietly said.

"Oh, I know," Suzie said. "I never wake them up while they're asleep. I just love to watch them, though..."

Danny sighed. He muttered, "Mom, you are such a creeper sometimes..."

Suzie playfully and softly hit her son on the arm. "Oh, hush."

"You are, though."

"Go wake up your older brother."

"If you're not going to wake him up, I surely won't..."

"No! Dylan!"

"Will you two be quiet...?" Duncan loudly groaned. "Damn it," he sighed, slowly opening his eyes. He wanted to turn onto his left side to turn away from his brother and Ma, but he knew turning onto that leg would cause it an incredible amount of pain.

"Did we wake you up?" Suzie softly asked, taking a couple of steps into the room.

"Kinda," Duncan murmured before letting out a yawn. He pointed at Courtney and said, "Try not to wake her up, though."

"Aww..." Suzie quietly said, smiling happily at her son.

Duncan rolled his eyes as he slid out of bed. While keeping his left leg propped up, he slid around and plopped into his wheelchair. He looked at the bed and was relived to find Courtney still asleep. He wheeled out of his room, following his Ma into the kitchen. He asked her, "So why were you staring in my room like a creeper?"

"Danny was there, too," Suzie simply pointed out, gesturing towards her youngest son.

Danny scoffed at his Mom. "Really?" he asked.

"You were, though."

"It was definitely your idea to stare into the room. And then you were the one to go on and on about how cute they are..."

"You think we're cute?" Duncan asked his brother, slightly freaked out.

"No, you idiot," Danny said, glaring at his brother. "You know what I meant."

"Ma?" Duncan questioned, referring to the woman and not talking to her.

Danny nodded. "Yep."

"What would you two like for breakfast?" Suzie asked.

"Eggs?" Danny asked.

Suzie nodded. She turned to Duncan and asked, "Are eggs okay?"

Duncan nodded. "Sounds good."

"So... Did you and Courtney sleep well?" his Ma questioned, beginning to cook the eggs.

"Not really," Duncan admitted, shrugging. "Wearing this cast sucks, and she had a nightmare."

"Poor thing," she quietly said, shaking her head. She then sympathetically smiled at her son and said, "Poor thing to you, too."

"She got more sleep than I did, at least."

"I bet you can't wait to get that thing off," Danny said, gesturing to the cast.

"The arm one sucks, yeah, but the leg one..." Duncan shook his head before continuing, "As soon as I saw that thing, I knew I wanted it off."

"Explain to me why you don't like wearing an arm cast," Suzie said, turning around and curiously staring at her son.

Duncan sighed. "Yes, I'm ambidextrous, but I write better with my left arm. I was a leftie as a child, remember?"

Suzie paused for a few moments before saying, "That's right." She apologetically smiled at her son and explained, "You've been ambidextrous since you were six, so it's been a long time since you've written with only one hand."

"Why are you ambidextrous?" Danny questioned.

Duncan shrugged. "I think it had something to do with kids at school..."

Suzie nodded. "You got picked on a bit because of being left-handed, so you wanted to be better than them and show them that you could write with both hands."

Duncan shrugged. "Writing with both hands isn't that cool, anyway."

"Uhh, yeah it is," Danny said, raising his eyebrows. "I can't write with my left hand at all. I don't think I know anyone else who can actually write with both their hands. That's a pretty cool thing you've got going on, bro."

Duncan shrugged once more. "I guess."

"Oh, Mister Modest," Suzie said, grinning at her sons as she set down two plates. "Well, I hope you two get lots of rest today and tonight. Tomorrow's going to be a big day."

Duncan furrowed his eyebrows. "How so?"

Suzie winked at her son. "You'll see."