After the very awkward events after the last challenge, everyone dispersed to their devices. The last two to leave the escape pod room were the challenge winner Archie, and his visitor Jianne. He was still in disbelief that she was here, even as they walked side by side to the Guppies side of the rooms.

"Can you believe that we've been living and teaming with an assassin this whole time?" Jianne questioned, looking back on all the time she and Archie spent around Thomas.

"Deep down I knew something was amiss regarding him, it was small but I sensed this darkness in him," Archie said, "The same darkness I've seen in all my old families, but this was much worse."

Jianne then stopped, Archie wondering what was up stop to.

"Archie, I know you don't like to talk about your past. But I gotta know, who did all this to you?" she grabbed his hands, roaming all the cuts on it before she gestured to his face burn. "I never asked this because I knew at the start of the show you had some trust issues."

"That's putting it mildly," he muttered, looking down at the floor.

"You know what forget it, lets just go do something else," she said with a sigh, but before she could start walking again he grabbed her arm.

"Alright, I'll tell you."

Jianne went wide-eyed, "Really? You don't have to if-"

"No," the poet shook his head, "I want to do this, after all you told me your secret. Its only fair I return the favor."

Archie took her to his room, to tell her something that he's been keeping inside himself for so long. Something no one on the show knows, he never even told March or Damien. The girl scared about what he'll tell her, but whatever it was she's willing to listen.

(5 minutes later)

Jianne sat on Archie's bed, the poet took a breath before he picked up his poetry book. Turning to a certain page, he spoke.

"They say you have to give something, to receive something.

In June 1997, my mother gave her own life, to receive a son."

Jianne gasped at this.

"Since then, my father turned to the devil's water to coupe.

Anger, grief, sadness. He let it all out on me, the boy he blames to this day for her death.

He beat me up, he starved me.

But one day, it happened."

Archie touched his scar, Jianne braced herself for what she was about to hear.

"When I woke up, I felt the touch of hell itself.

My father, the man I wanted to love me.

Left a permanent reminder of his pain and anger, on my face!

The scar has remained a part of me ever since.

The first of many in the nightmare that is my life."

Archie's eyes watered, the day he received his face scar has haunted him forever. He was then wrapped in the arms of the girl he won a visit from, "Jianne?"

She lifted her head up, revealing her own crying eyes and running mascara. "When was this?" she puffed out.

"2... 3..." he looked into Jianne's eyes before gulping, "14 years."

Jianne gasped, "Oh Archie!" she cried as she dug her head into his chest, the boy who's been through so much pain and trauma for nearly his entire life let all the years of abuse and depression out as he hugged the girl he's grown to love like his life depended on it. "I-I-I'm so so-so-sorry you had to go through that! No kid should ever have to go through what you did!"

"I know, after that my father was arrested for severe child abuse and neglect. Since then I've been tossed around orphanages and foster homes like fresh gossip at a nail salon, no family I had lasted more than a week. Each one worse than the last, each with their own scar on my body. That combined with nonstop bullying, fake friendships, and an assault accusation. I was so close to just ending it all, losing my life long war with depression."

Jianne hugged him tighter after hearing that, after her own war she had her family to help her. But this boy had no one, he was all alone.

"But." Jianne looked up to Archie again, who's mouth formed just the tiniest bit of a smile. "Then a miracle came." he pulled out a picture from his poetry book and showed it to Jianne, who saw a woman with shoulder length brown hair, a black shirt underneath a navy blue jacket, jeans with a brown belt.

"Who's that?"

"Her name is Wilma... she's my adoptive mom. And the reason why I'm here at all, she saved me from the void. She's the reason why I'm here on the show, everything I've done here is because of her."

Jianne sniffled before smiling at him, "She seems like a really cool lady."

"Yeah she is, and its because of her why I have so many friends now. March, Damien, Natt, Anne, but most of all. Because of her I met you." Jianne blushed at how he singled her out of the people he calls his friends. "Because you and me are one in the same, we're survivors of this cruel world we call life. You're strong, kind, funny, and the most beautiful girl I know. You didn't judge me by my scars, you saw me as a person. Not as a freak. Its one of the many, many reasons I lo-"

Archie was interrupted when Jianne pulled him in and hugged him tightly, looking up at him after with a look of uncertainty on her face. He looked down, returning the very same look to her. After an awkward pause, she pecked his lips with hers, backing away awkwardly afterwards. Tears flowed from both their eyes as Archie blushed from the small kiss, unbeknownst to the two that some others were standing outside the door, listening in on what happened. Standing there were March and Anne, both with bloodshot eyes having overheard Archie's poem. The two nodded to each other to give the reunited pair their space.

Archie only had one thing on his mind that night: 'Best... reward... ever.'

This is another mini that Zoryan wrote for this story, I only tweaked some things here and there, but all credit goes to him for the premise of it. This also gives some explanation as to what Archie and March were talking during the last episode.