Drumheller? I've been looking forward to writing this one for awhile. Still haven't really figured out the dinosaurs, but once that's done, I've got to do some work on how I will end it. And yes, I just made an incredibly obvious reference. On a side note, I did some research on dinosaur eras to check Noah's facts. By chance, I found out that Alejandro's dinosaur is from the Jurassic era. A lot of the dinosaurs people remember now came after the Triassic period.

Thanks for reviewing, OmniUIShaggyOverexaggerated and EeveeSweet777 (You'll see, but he could easily trick Lindsay since she's a very trusting person).

I didn't leave First Class for the whole flight. Lindsay and I had not had time on our own to be ourselves since the merge, and so we treated our First Class treatment like a sleepover.
"But we should have a real sleepover when we get home." Lindsay said. "I could invite Beth, too – we could watch our premiere together. I know you'd like her just as much as I do. And then you'll have to meet all my other friends at some point, and I'll have to meet yours – this is going to take, like, five sleepovers!"

"I'd like to meet Beth." I told her. "Anyway, I should meet her. We'll lock in the premiere date for the first sleepover." I giggled. "You know, my friends who watch Total Drama will be totally starstruck when I introduce you. My friend Kara watched the show religiously – she even asked me if I could get Duncan's autograph, but I'm pretty sure she'll be lost for words when she meets you. Even more than when I tell her I wasn't exactly Duncan's favourite person on this plane."

"He wouldn't have really done anything to you." Lindsay said confidently. "So far, he's never done worse than prank people. And it wasn't even the girls, just the guys." She started telling me some long story about some of the things Duncan had done to Harold. To be honest, it sounded more like bullying than pranks. Maybe if it was just one or two, but Lindsay listed things like stealing Harold's clothes because he was leaving his underwear lying around the cabin, and putting peanut butter in his bed. Then Harold got back at him by rigging the votes to get Courtney kicked off, and the season after, Duncan did worse things, including lassoing Harold, trying to use a rectal thermometer on his mouth when he was temporarily blind, and stuffing burritos into his pockets. Not to mention telling everyone in the show that one of Harold's middle names was Doris (I found out later Harold had said that in the confessional, then made another confessional blaming the audience for telling Duncan when he begged them not to).

Eventually, we talked more about where else we'd like to go, as opposed to where we were going next. "Hawaii." Lindsay said dreamily. "The shopping on Honolulu is supposed to be so good, and Waikiki beach looks like paradise."

I laughed. "Paradise at the beginning of April, Linds? I think it would be more fun to go to Spain or Italy. It's warm both places, and Italy has the best ice-cream and gelato in the world. And Spain has some really cool stores. Although apparently, if you go to a snack bar in the evening, they expect you to throw all your trash on the floor – isn't that gross?"

Lindsay shuddered. "But the shopping sounds good." she admitted. "Italy's supposed to be the place with the most stylish women in the world, right? I see why you'd want to go."

"I guess I can see your point of view, too." I admitted. "Hawaii does look like a tropical paradise, and if you can shop there, too..."

"We can go both places once one of us wins the money." Lindsay grinned, looking a little dreamy.

I shrugged. "Okay, Hawaii on summer break, Spain during fall break. Deal?"

We knew that might not actually happen, but it was fun to pretend.

As it was, we landed in the dusty middle-of-nowhere, but at least we were a little closer to home than usual.

"Welcome to Drumheller, Alberta," Chris said in his introduction, "A world heritage site. It has the biggest set of dino bones on the planet." Our first challenge was to use any dinosaur bones we could find and stuff in the cargo hold to make a life-sized fictional dinosaur.

All of us went to the cargo hold first. There were actually a few things there, so I snatched up the glitter glue and some canvas and stickers, and pulled Lindsay out with me to confer.

"So what are you thinking about building with the dinosaur bones?" I asked her quietly.

Lindsay frowned in thought. "I guess I was going to try making, like, a giant butterfly thing-"

I nodded. "Perfect! I've got glitter glue and I think I saw some paint in the cargo hold, so if you take some of the canvas and glue it on, you can decorate it too. We better start finding bones. If I find any good butterfly bones, you can have them. Just – if you find any that look sort of like they belong to a face and chunky legs, pass them over, okay?"

We both managed to do what we wanted. Lindsay's butterfly dinosaur was gorgeous, even if it resembled a pterodactyl more than I would have liked. I'd used the canvas and glitter glue to make a sort of mic for my dinosaur, which was nothing more than a face with three legs, one that had an opposable thumb and where it held its microphone.

When Chris called for time, he asked to see Alejandro's first. "I can do better than imaginary." he said airily. "This impressive fellow is the Allosaurus. And yes, that's its real name."

We were all impressed, even Chris, who said "It's going to be tough to beat that right out the gate."

I showed off mine. "I called mine the Truthsingertops. It sings the truth, and it never ever cheats or lies and you can totally trust it."

Lindsay showed off her "Butterodon – the prettiest dinosaur to ever fly around."

Noah was not artistic, and hadn't bothered with the art materials Lindsay and I had, same as Alejandro. But his one was imaginary, claiming it as the "Teenyosaurus. It's small, but it's very smart and that's how it survived the Triassic and Jurassic periods before extinction in the Cretacerous period. It avoided predators-" And here he glanced at Alejandro, "And had the genetic mutations to survive natural disasters, like the one at the end of the Triassic period." Yikes, he had put more thought into the history than the design.

As it was, Chris told us we were judging each other's. We had to get hooked up to a lie detector so we didn't just choose our allies in case of getting an electric shock, and we couldn't vote for our own, so we just had to go up one by one and choose.

I jumped up first. "Let's get this over with." When I was hooked up, I said, "While I really like Noah's detailed backstory, I still think Lindsay's is by far the prettiest. And it sort of looks like it was one of the first birds, and I'm pretty sure birds were around during dinosaur times."

Alejandro actually said he was going to vote for mine, but got a shock and said "Fine. I appreciated Lindsay's artistry."

Noah, too, said he was most impressed with Lindsay's. "Just because I didn't know she had it in her to have good ideas."

Lindsay didn't get a shock when she said she liked mine best, so I guess she really was telling the truth on that. But she'd won, and so she got a post-digger for the next challenge. Who knew what she was going to do with that? But as it was, we got a lunch break on the plane while Chris was getting the challenge arranged.

The four of us sat together while we ate sandwiches Chef had let us prepare for ourselves. Alejandro said very little, lost in thought. Once or twice I caught him glancing at Lindsay with a mix of anxiety and hostility. I knew why, but I couldn't warn her while we were all there that something might happen to her. She was happily talking to me about her plans for the trip we were planning if we won the money. "So I thought we'd go to Europe first, cause it's nearest." Lindsay said. "And then we'll stop in Honolulu on the way home. Once we get home and I can use my Smartphone, I'll make a list of all the shops we have to go to and where we'll travel."

"Just make sure you keep in a reasonable area." I warned. "We can't go everywhere in Italy or Spain, but if we stay in Waikiki in Honolulu, we can go pretty much anywhere, but Pearl Harbour will take a while if you want to go there."

Lindsay frowned. "What's Pearl Harbour?"

"It's where the Japanese attacked America in December of 1941 during the Second World War." Noah said, not looking up from his food or the book he was reading.

"We don't have to go." I shrugged. "The biggest mall in Hawaii is, like, ten minutes from the beach. Anyway, let's focus on the other stuff after we book the flights. Remember in Germany you said you shop at the Khaki Barn? We should totally pick out outfits there!"

"We have to go shopping anyway." Lindsay agreed. "And I should take you to Albatross and Finch. It is, like, the most in shop. They hardly ever have sales, but I know this girl who works there and she tips me off whenever there is one."

(I knew of Albatross and Finch since it was in the Galleria Mall, but I'd hardly ever gone in because the salespeople looked at me like I was pond life. And I once tried to buy a short skirt and a tank top and they refused to let me do that because apparently only their hired girls could wear that combo).

Anyway, despite our chatting, I still felt tense. Most of the time I'd spent with this group, Alejandro would have said something, but he remained unreachable for the whole hour, and Noah didn't seem to care what came next, reading the whole time (granted, that was pretty normal behaviour for him, but still). As for Lindsay, she remained oblivious to it all. It was like I was the only one who really felt like I was in the final four, and I didn't like the way that felt. I couldnt even muster a nervous giggle, I felt so tense.

After lunch, Chris informed us that the interns had made a screw up that meant we had to get this right. The interns were meant to bury these barrels full of sugar, rattlesnakes, spiders and the like, but they'd actually buried the barrels of fuel instead, and we had to dig them up. First one back won invincibility.

Then, he tossed me a rusty pickaxe, and Noah a bucket and spade. "And for coming in dead last..." he added, looking at Alejandro.

"How am I last when I created the only realistic dinosaur?" Alejandro complained. "That has to get me something."

"Yeah, you'd think so." Chris chuckled.

I gave Alejandro a sympathetic look ."It's cause of the lie detector. I said I liked Noah's and Lindsay voted for me, so I guess him getting a mention but no votes was enough to make him third. Sorry, but I didn't want to get an electric shock. I couldn't lie, and I didn't know."

All the same, I went off on my own to dig, after Chris warned us of two more things – one: he'd be catapulting boulders at us every so often. Two: This was sudden death. The last person to bring a barrel back, or the one person not to bring one back, was automatically eliminated.

I didn't see too much of the challenge. I spent most of the time attacking the earth with my pickaxe and having very little luck. The barrels really could have been anywhere. I had finally hit what appeared to be oil, and I was about to pick it up, but as I went to start unearthing the barrel it came from, the boulder came towards me. I dived for a safe place and...this really sucks.

The boulder didn't hit me, but it did hit a little crater area that I had dived into. I wasn't hurt, but there wasn't enough room for me to squeeze out of it. I was stuck, wedged between the boulder and the crater wall. And I was totally on my own, knowing that it was very unlikely that anyone would come looking for me.

So I did the only logical thing – scream the place down until I saw a figure approaching. Of course, I knew that no one was bound to help me, but the person was walking towards me purposefully. And as they approached, I saw their features, rather than just the silhouette against the sun.

Alejandro walked across. He glanced over at me, then looked over where the top of my barrel was just unearthed. He knelt down to get a closer look at it.

"You can have it, if you want," I said, "But could you please help me first? My pickaxe is there – if you just moved the boulder out of the way a little bit-"

Alejandro stood up and came to stand a little closer to the crater. "Jemma," he said, "Do you remember when I said that winning means a lot to me?"

"Yes..." I said uncertainly. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but I knew I wasn't going to like what he was going to say next.

But he didn't get the chance. Ding-ding! It looked like I had a duet to sing. Fair enough – mostly up until now I'd only had to sing in ensemble numbers. This was my first one with just one other person.

And I didn't have to sing first. Alejandro sang the first line, and I felt absolute shock at the words he sang. "I left Bridgette stuck to a pole, tried to take Leshawna's fabulous soul, almost made Courtney lose control,

Now I'm gonna leave you wedged up in a hole!

This is how we will end it, this game we have played!

This is how we will end it, your bill must be paid!"

"Ooh..." I held the note, trying to think of how to respond. Now I knew. He really had caused Bridgette to get her tongue stuck. The way he'd spoken to Leshawna was an attempt to get her voted off early. And I already knew he almost got Courtney – I'd practically helped. But now...now he was just going to leave me here?

I settled with singing "Knew you were trouble, but said you liked me

Why didn't you tell me who you'd turn out to be?"

"You think I would have told you that?" Alejandro replied melodiously. "Ain't an icebreaker, it's combat!

This is how we will end it, this game we have played!

This is how we will end it, your bill must be paid!"

"Ooh..." I hummed the note again, trying to think of what to say to that. "I'm stuck in this place, this isn't right! If I'm losing, will need one flight!

You wouldn't just, leave a girl to moulder away – please just help me, I have no more to say!"

There was a lull, and I said "Please, Alejandro. You can't just leave me here. Even if you don't really want me, you don't want me dead, do you? Please don't say that?"

However, all I got was one more verse, and after repeating the three girls who'd fallen victim, Alejandro said "And I'm still leaving you, wedged in a hole!

This is how we will end it, this game we have played!
This is how we will end it, and your bill will be paid!"

The song was over. "Please!" I begged Alejandro. "You really won't free me?"

Alejandro was as cool as ever. "I'm just going to take this barrel back. I'll tell Chris and Chef where you are, so someone will free you. Just not until after the challenge, once you've lost." He smirked at me, and added "Don't feel bad. I was surprised you made it past the merge, which is when I decided to keep you around as an ally. I never planned to take you any further than this, either. And we agreed not to become official until after the game unless we broke up before that, so...no hard feelings, right?" And he walked away.

"I can't believe you would do that!" I screamed after him. "You played me that whole time! You didn't have to pretend to crush on me to get me to vote with you – that wasn't fair! How many more lies have you told?" He completely ignored this verbal assault and just kept walking away, so I gave up and just decided to think things out for myself

As it was, Alejandro must have told someone, because an intern did eventually come and free me, and he even gave me a bottle of water, so I felt at least a bit human when I reached the plane again. We weren't flying, though. I appreciated the lack of humiliation, especially since I knew not having brought a barrel back killed my chances dead.

"Sorry, Jemma." Chris said happily. "You're out. But since we're not going anywhere until the next challenge, you don't have to take the Drop Of Shame. You can go straight to the nearest airport and board a plane back to the Aftermath studio. We'll see everyone back at our last destination."

I sighed. "Can I at least say goodbye to everyone?"

Chris shrugged. "Be my guest."

I went to Noah first, hugging him. "Thanks for trying to warn me." I breathed into his ear. "I'm sorry I didn't take you seriously. Good luck."

Noah tensed at first, but then shyly wound his arms around me too. "Sorry you got kicked out." he muttered to me. "And just so you know, you can count me as a friend. Some of the time."

I managed a smile, and then let go of him. I turned to Lindsay and pulled her into a tighter hug. She hugged me back. "You better win." I whispered to her. "When we see each other again, you have to be the one with the million dollars. Then we can start planning the World Tour premiere sleepover."

"Will totally miss you, Jem." Lindsay whispered back. "Don't worry, I'll win for both of us."

"And make Alejandro pay for what he did to me." I added. "Don't trust him an inch."

Lindsay giggled. "Don't worry, I'll give him hell!"

Finally, I turned to the man himself, the one who'd lied to me so many times, and let me down. "I guess this is it." I said, my voice strangely formal and unemotional.

"I suppose." Alejandro replied, his voice as neutral as mine. "For what it's worth, I didn't dislike you. You were a tougher competitor than I thought. Still not tough enough to see through me, but I expected that. Honest people are so much easier to manipulate."

I smiled sweetly at him. "I really hope you lose. And while we're on the subject, I'm totally over you. I mean, who would want a guy who spends all his time flirting, lying and making fake friends anyway?"

Those were my last televised words of the episode. Then, I had to walk away from Total Drama World Tour, with no money and no win.

*Singing Condor tune* Sorry to Jemma, she's not in the Final Three! *end singing* But it's not over yet! This was my longest chapter for a reason. I really wanted a big scene of Alejandro finally showing Jemma his true colours. In case you're wondering, she's mostly over him, but she hasn't forgiven him for using her. Her moment of yelling at him was cathartic, even though he wasn't listening, and she had a couple of hours to think it over. Since Alejandro wasn't the guy she thought he was, she decided losing him is not much of a loss. She isn't quite over finding out what he was really like and it hurts, but she spent a short enough amount of time infatuated with him that it's a bit easier than she expected to get past it.

Hope you didn't mind my rewrite of "This Is How We Will End It". I amended Alejandro's first verse to reflect the fact that his intervention is not what got Leshawna and Courtney eliminated, and the "icebreaker" line was a point that he wasn't going to tell anyone real stuff about himself, like his skill at lying and manipulating.

Oh yes, and I referenced 6teen once again. Albatross and Finch is a clear Abercrombie and Fitch knockoff from the show, often shown to be the favourite shop of rich kids. Caitlin Cooke, one of the six main protagonists, is obsessed with it, and in fact, TV Tropes suggest that the spoiled sweet side of her character may have inspired that side of Lindsay. Anyway, don't go away, because there's a few people I've hinted a mystery destination to, and we haven't reached it yet...