Hello readers…a new video that previewed Duncan and Gwen's kiss is now on youtube and it confirms my theory that Duncan will have an antagonistic role on the second half of the season. The video starts out with Courtney scolding Duncan for quitting, but she immediately says she was kidding and that she missed him. She treats him nicely and hugs him but minutes later he still cheats on her for no reason by kissing Gwen in the confessional...and a shocked Tyler sees it.

Still, pretty sure that like last season they'll get them back together in the last episode...but they still made the same mistake of altering character personality for shameless drama since Duncan may be a jerk, but he's not a cheating douche...well now the writers have turned him into one but he usually isn't.

You'd think they'd learn from their mistakes.

This episode's name comes from the song "Mujer Amante" by the Argentine heavy metal band Rata Blanca. I used it because I could not come up with a better one.

Well, here goes the chapter.


Friday the 8th of February, 1997. La Défense, Paris, France. Local Time 5 PM.

"Alright DJ, relax. You're just gonna meet again with the woman you love, that you haven't seen in nine months and that's pregnant with yo baby." DJ said to himself as he got off the elevator and approached the large double doors that led into the penthouse on the 35th floor of the apartment building he was in. "On second thought, scratch that. Not even Keanu Reeves could be cool at a time like this...and that dude's the coolest dude ever."

The big Jamaican man sighed and walked up to the door. He took a deep breath. Inhaled and exhaled and then went for it and rang the doorbell.

"Je vais, je vais." He heard somebody say.

He knew who it was immediately.

The door opened and there stood Heather. DJ, looked at her. She looked just the same, she had not changed at all in the last nine months. She was wearing a dark black shirt and pregnancy pants, the latter because of her prominently pregnant belly. She had her eyes closed, which explained why she didn't recognize him immediately.

"Enfin vous m'avez aporté ma nourriture chinoise." She exclaimed, very angry.

"Hey baby." DJ said.

Heather's eyes snapped open and she looked at DJ in shock.

"Oh my god! DJ! Look I can explain this!" She yelled, referring to her belly.

"Heather, Heather calm down...look I know you were pregnant when you elft new York." DJ said.

"How?"

"Gwen found your pregnancy test in Courtney and Bridgette's bathroom." DJ answered.

"Look DJ, I'm sorry for not telling you. It's just that I knew that even if I told you I was pregnant you still wouldn't let me turn down the Paris job and it would only be harder for you if you knew there was a child you couldn't visit." Heather explained.

"Heather, honey calm down." DJ said. "I understand. I figured that out myself and you were right, I wouldn't let you turn down the offer of your life anyway. Which comes to show how you know me."

"You managed to figure out what I had thought of, too." Heather said. "You know me even better."

They both smiled. The girl leaped up and hugged DJ as tight as she could, while he soon returned the affection.

"DJ, I missed you." She whispered.

"I missed you, too." He said, hugging her tighter.

"Um, DJ?" She said, laboured.

"What?"

"You're squashing the baby."

"Oh sorry!" He exclaimed.

He let go of her suddenly and accidentally dropped her on the floor.

"Oh my god, sorry! He apologized.

"Don't worry." She grumbled as she got up.

She dusted herself off and looked back at him.

"So, wanna come in? I had ordered Chinese but they apparently aren't coming around soon." Heather grumbled, angrily.

"Temper baby." He said.

"Sorry, force of habit." She said. "So, seriously, wanna catch up on what's been going on?"

"Sure."

The young lovers walked into her penthouse and closed the double doors.


Same day...New York City, Manhattan, Greenwich Village, Geoff and Duncan's Apartment. Local time: 8 PM.

"You know dudes I had the weirdest dream last night." Geoff said.

"What was it about?" Trent asked.

"Yeah dude." Duncan said.

"We...and by that I mean you two guys, me, Courtney, Bridge, Gwen, DJ and a bunch of other people we know like Noah, Izzy, Owen and Heather...we were all in this kinda, like, reality show and we competed and a bunch of us hooked up; me with Bridgette, you Duncan with Courtney and you Trent with Gwen and had this kinda crummy but at the same time awesome while. Then in the second season it all got kinda shitty and we all broke up but by the end we all got back together except Gwen and Trent and that sucked. Then on the third season I wasn't there and neither were you Trent and Bridgette cheated on me but we worked it out. Duncan also quit but he later came back and was a total douche and cheated on Courtney with Gwen for no reason, even though Courtney was being nice to you...but by the final episode you and Courtney got back together and so did Gwen and Trent." Geoff narrated.

"Dude, that has got to be the most half-assed dream ever." Duncan proclaimed.

"Why would Gwen break up with me?" Trent asked.

"Because you had gone all crazy and obsessed with the number 9." Geoff explained.

"Why would I cheat on Princess for no reason?" Duncan asked.

"Because you had out of the blue turned into a total douche." Geoff answered.

"Dude, who makes your dreams...retarded monkeys on crack?" Duncan exclaimed.

"Hey, it was just a crazy dream...don't blame me." Geoff said.

All of them then proceeded to take a chug out of their beers.

"I don't know what I'd do without Gwen. I mean she's perfect for me. She's nice and smart...plus she's hot." Trent said.

"Dude, how many of those did you drink?" Geoff asked.

"Don't know...but I'm getting a little tipsy." Trent admitted.

"'Tipsy'? What are you a chick? Say you're getting drunk, wasted, fucked up...not 'tipsy'." Duncan mocked.

"You could afford to not be a jerk, you know?" Trent asked, rhetorically.

"Don't think so."

He took a swig.

"I'd never cheat on Princess, I mean she's perfect. Smart, tough, sassy, nice when she has to be. Plus she's got the finest ass I've ever seen." Duncan commented.

"Looks like he's drunk already too." Trent said.

"No, Duncan is actually like that when he's sober too." Courtney said as she walked into the apartment, followed by Gwen.

"Mind if we join you?" Gwen asked, already picking up a beer regardless of their answer.

"Sure."

She tossed Courtney a bottle of Bud and both the girls sat next to their respective boyfriends on the different couches and sofas they were on to continue the discussion.


France, Paris, La Defénse, Heather's Penthouse. Local time: 5:15 PM.

"Wow...it's a really beautiful view you've got here." DJ said.

It was. From the balcony of Heather's place you could see the Eiffel tower, Notrê Dame, the Louvre and the Arc de Triomphe.

"Well, when you're the most up and coming fashion designer in the fashion capital of the world you often can afford a swanky home." Heather commented.

"Speaking of your fashion line...did you name if after me?"

"Do you really need to ask, Deejie-bear?" Heather teased and kissed DJ on the cheek.

Both of them continued to look over the city.

"Remember our first date?" DJ asked.

"That's a fond memory." Heather sighed.


(Hey children...it's time for a flashback! Yay!)

- Flashback -

"We're here." DJ said as he opened the car door for his date to step out.

"Thank you, DJ." Heather said.

It had been about two weeks after Heather had come to the pet shop that DJ asked her out. After her rabbit got better, she routinely paid visits to the pet shop when DJ worked there and both of them would talk. DJ realzied that Heather was actually being nice to him...only to him because when anybody tried to interject in their dialogue she would furiously snap at them.

DJ couldn't believe it at first, but he found out that he was actually getting to like Heather Satana, his and his friends' biggest high school nemesis. After moral thought was brought in, DJ decided to build up courage and ask her out. She gladly accepted and he only asked for her to try and not snap at people, which was fair enough.

Heather was, at first, into getting DJ to like her for part of her and Joanie's plan...but she soon began to have doubts. She found she was enjoying her talks with the tall boy and was actually relieved that somebody she knew was actually being kind despite knowing what she'd done in the past. Very much like Courtney towards Duncan at first, she would not admit she was smitten with DJ Bennet, not even to herself.

They made it to the lobby line and got to the front.

"So, what do you want?" The attendant asked.

"I'll have a small popcorn and a medium coke." Heater said.

"Do you want a drink with that?"

"Um, yes I ordered a coke! That's a drink!" Heather exclaimed.

"Heather, chill, chill. What did I tell you 'bout snappin' at people?"

"Huh...fine. You have to bear with me Deej, it's a force of habit." Heather said.

"OK."

"That's all of it." Heather told the attendant.

"OK miss, do you want popcorn with your drink?"

"Motherfu..."

DJ coughed and Heather contained herself, refraining from tossing every known English and some Cantonese insults at the attendant.

"Sorry."

Hours later after the movie and a pretty quiet dinner, DJ drove Heather to her building and walked her to her apartment door.

"Well, here we are." Heather said.

"Yeah." DJ answered.

"I had a nice time DJ, thanks."

Then she mean girl leaned into the tall boy and planted a soft, brief kiss on his lips. Half a second after pulling away she shot back in and locked lips with him as the small kiss she gave him felt too good and thus she wanted more. So did he, evidenced by the fact he wrapped his arms around her and kissed back. They had to pull apart eventually though, duh.

"So, I'll call you." DJ said.

"Wanna hook up next Friday?"

"Hell yeah."

- Flashback over -


"You had some anger problems back then." DJ said.

"Hey I sorted them out, didn't I?" Heather questioned, rhetorically.

"You did." DJ said.

"You know something funny. After our first date, I wasn't really that sure if I wanted to go out with you again." Heather confessed.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean, let's face it...we didn't connect too much during it, we barely talked." She explained.

"That's true."

"I probably wouldn't have kept seeing you if it hadn't been for..."

"The kiss." He finished.

"Yeah." She replied.

"And after that kiss, on the next date we really did talk." DJ said, amazed.

"Wow."

"I guess that proves how much a kiss can do." DJ said.

"Well why don't we prove it again?" Heather teased and leaned into DJ, kissing with dead-on passion, something he returned. They pulled away.

Heather snuggled up to DJ's arms and both of them stared at the sunset over Paris.

Yes ladies and gentlemen...the city of love had never been so corny and clichéd until those two came along and began to get all damn lovey-dovey.


Back in New York. The Apartment. Local Time: 10 PM.

"It so does not!"

"I'm telling you Geoffy, you look like a male Reese Witherspoon." Courtney stuttered drunkenly. "You even have that same pointy chin."

By now, after drinking God-knows-how-many beers the entire gang was drunk off their wits.

"I think Courtney is right." Gwen said.

"She is Geoff...you could be Reese Witherspoon's brother." Trent claimed.

"OK, maybe." Geoff surrendered.

"That's my Princess. She's so smart." Duncan mumbled.

He took Courtney by the cheeks and placed a drunkenly passionate kiss on her lips, which she sloppily returned. They pulled apart after a brief bout of making out.

"Is he hot or what?" Courtney stuttered.

"You're so hot, much more than me." He returned.

"Please in any case if you want to know who's hotter between us we should ask Gwen." Courtney said.

"Watchoo mean?" Geoff asked.

"Oh yeah." Gwen said. "You know back then when I was all mad at Trent because he trusted Lindsay more than me and all the stuff? Well I was really depressed and one night I was hanging out with Duncan and Courtney and we all got kinda drunk together and wound up, kinda having a threesome."

"What?" Trent exclaimed.

"Oh don't worry Trent...it was still much better with you. I mean what I did with Courtney and Duncan was really hot, but there was no love. Not like with us." The goth said.

She leaned into her boyfriend and gave him a soft peck, which soon turned to a sloppy make out run like Courtney and Duncan's but shorter.

"Man, it must've been pretty hot to see you two make out." Geoff said. "You chicks are hot. No offense by checking out your girls' buds."

"None taken." Trent and Duncan answered.

"And it was the hottest thing ever." Duncan replied." Duncan answered. "That was one of the best lays of my life."

"Hey, if you wanna know how hot it was we can show you." Gwen said.

"Really?" All three guys exclaimed.

"Sure."

Gwen got up and walked over to Courtney, moving Duncan aside and sitting next to her. Courtney put her hand behind Gwen's head and forced their lips together, pulling herself and Gwen into a hot kiss. Soon the girls were making out as the guys cheered on.

God bless liquor, the source of most dumb but effective humor in the world.


The next day...Paris, France. Heather's Penthouse. Local Time: 9 AM.

DJ woke up. He was at first confused, not recognizing his surroundings but soon remembered that he had come to Paris and had spent the night with Heather. They hadn't done it, no, that would've hur the baby. They just cuddled, but for DJ it felt great to have her in his arms again and Heather loved to be with him once more.

Fluffy thoughts much?

He got off the bed, seeing that Heather wasn't anywhere to be seen. He walked out into the living room and then into the kitchen where he saw his pregnant girlfriend frying some eggs.

"Good morning Deejie." Heather said, hearing him come in.

"Good morning, babe." He replied.


Back in New York.

Everybody was hung over.

"Do you guys remember anything about last night?" Trent asked.

"No." They all answered.

"I could've gotten hit by a truck last night and I wouldn't remember it." Duncan said. "My head hurts so fucking bad. I think maybe I did get by a truck."

"Me too." Geoff said.

"I bow we make a pact." Courtney said. "Never drink again."

Everybody hesitated and didn't say anything.

"You really can't live without booze?" Courtney asked, indignant but unable to yell because of her hangover.

"No." They all answered.

"Fine. Neither can I anyway." Courtney confessed. "I have to head to my place."

"So do I." Gwen said.

Both girls walked out of the apartment, leaving the hungover party dude and their boyfriends inside.

"Courtney, do you remember what we did last night?" Gwen asked, a little nervous.

"Yes."

"Did we really make out?" Gwen asked.

"I think you played with my breasts too." Courtney added.

"Didn't need to be reminded of that." Gwen said.

"Think the guys really don't remember?" Gwen asked.

"They don't. If they did they'd be begging us to do it again." Courtney stated.

"True."

"We'll never talk about this again...ever." Courtney commanded.

"Agreed." Gwen said. "Now I really must be going."

"OK."

The two girls leaned in to give each other a goodbye hug but changed their minds and instead opted for a goodbye handshake.


One week later. Some hospital in Paris.

"Monsieur Bennet, vous pouvez entret maintenant." Said the doctor.

"Thanks."

DJ stepped through the white double doors and entered the spick-spam sterile hallway. He was led to a door which he opened, revealing behind it Heather sitting against her pillow on a bed, with a little baby boy in her arms. On a minor detail, there was also an intern standing enxt to her bed,

The tiny human being had Heather's pale white skin and dark eyes. He looked a lot like her.

"Hey." Heather said.

DJ walked up to the bed and then sat down next to her.

"What are we going to name him?" DJ asked.

"I don't know." Heather said.

"How about we name him after you?" DJ asked.

"Um, DJ...You do know he's a boy, right?" Heather asked, rhetorically.

"I know...what I mean is how about we name him Heath." DJ suggested.

"Sure...Heath is a perfect name." Heather said. "Because you came up with it and you're just perfect, Deejie-bear."

"After Heath Ledger?" The intern asked with a british accent.

"Who?"

"Some dude from the future." The intern answered.

The couple looked at him with confused stares.

"Who are you exactly?" Heather asked, angrily.

"Oh, I'm Eric Praline. I'm a patient here who escaped from the psychiatric ward of this hospital and have been posing as a nurse intern all day." The man answered. "...And now I have to go buy a fish liscene for my pet halibut, Eric."

"You have a pet halibut?" DJ questioned.

"Oh yes. I bought him after a fiasco with my last pet. I bought a parrot off of some place but it turns out it was dead when I bought it. I didn't realize until after a week." Praline explained.

"Get out of here!" Heather snapped.

"Fine, you stupid gits." Praline stated before leaving.

"Heather, what did I tell you 'bout snappin' at people like that?" DJ asked, rhetorically.

"Sorry...you have to bear with me Deej, it's a force of habit." Heather replied. "Wow...Déjà vu."

"So, do you know anywhere a veterinarian could get a job 'round here?" DJ asked.

"What? Why?"

"Well, I have to move here and I'm gonna need a job." DJ said.

"Woah...DJ, you can't move here." Heather said.

"What? Why not?"

"DJ, your whole life is in New York." Heather said. "You can't leave that. I had nobody there but you have too many people to leave behind."

"Heather, I want to. I can't leave you and lil' Heath!" DJ exclaimed.

"DJ, my company only needs me here until 1999. I just have to stay here for two more years. You can't just erase all you've got back in New York. You'll have to wait." Heather said.

"But..."

"DJ, starting a new life here will be harder for you and will take longer than waiting for me to come to New York. It's not worth it." Heather said.

He sighed and nodded. Tears began to come to his eyes.

"Deej, calm down. It's only two years. After that we've got all the time in the world to be together." Heather said.

He sobbed and stopped.

"Yeah."

He hugged her. She smiled at him as he took their baby boy in his arms.

"Guess that while I'm here we might as well enjoy all the time we've got. All three of us." DJ said.

Heather nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a soft peck on the lips.

"Asian girl and Jamaican dude sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Eric Praline chanted from the door.

"GET OUT!" The couple yelled at the man.

"Fine...ya moggy wankers." He muttered.


Let's see who can figure out what the whole Mr. Praline thing was about, OK? It's pretty easy.

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