This chapter probably would've come out a week or two earlier, but the screen to my laptop unexplainably broke and I had to help my brother with his dog walking business, so it took a lot longer. That, and just lack of motivation. For the other competition writers out there, that still have a ton of competitors left to get through, I'm jealous of you.

KirbyStar: It was a lot of fun to bring back MacArthur. Jo and Ambie were easily my favorite parts to write for.

404 and Aidan: Since you both made similar points about Duncan, I'll explain. I never intended to bring in Duncan's parents. The main reason is because, if I was to do it, I want to dedicate a full chapter, or a separate story entirely, to it. With Jo's drama and Sammy's independence, I felt there was already too much going on. IF I do a story between him and his parents, I want to do it right.

GoatedReads: Love the reviews, as always.

Infinity Wizard: I had fun with the challenge, but I knew to keep the attention on the competitors and their loved ones.

Matias: Love the predictions

The McPlane was landing at an airport. Chris kicked things off, as usual. "Last time, on Total Drama Legends. Our next destination brought us to Thailand. Here the competitors were given some much needed motivation when we brought in their loved ones. Duncan was reunited with his pals from season one (DJ and Geoff), while Jo almost lost her girlfriend. Sanders put on the waterworks, after seeing her dad for the first time since starting the competition. Also, Macarthur was there. Sammy, with the help of her mom, had an interesting journey. Not only did she get to meet an internet celebrity (Ambie), she completely changed her look, with new threads, a new do and some much needed confidence. You go girl! In the end, Jo won and no one got sent home."

The camera quickly cut to Chris, who was walking off the now landed McPlane. "I mean, come on, I'm not going to eliminate someone in front of their parents. I'm not that cruel." He put his index finger on his chin and smirked. "Or am I? Someone will go home today and there's no telling who it'll be. Will Duncan and Sanders hold each other back? Does Sammy's new look actually mean anything? And is Jo's big mouth going to land her in trouble, for the last time? We've learned a lot about these competitors, and they're gonna learn a few more things today. Stick around for an all new brain teasing episode of...Total...Drama...Legends!"

It was late at night, when the competitors had made it to their trailers. They were back on the film lot and still thinking about their loved ones. One, however, was finished facing the consequences of her actions.

Jo collapsed onto the floor of the girls trailer. She was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. Sanders and Sammy looked down at her. "I still can't believe she made you carry all those bags."

"I...deserved it." Jo admitted, still catching her breath. "I was...an idiot...so...I had to...make it up to her. We didn't even need the six hours."

"Are you going to be alright?" Sammy asked.

The Jockette chuckled. "Once I get the feeling in my arms again, I should be fine." As if for emphasis, she tried lifting her body off the ground, but could only move her head. After some struggling, she gave up and went back to staring at the ceiling.

Sanders rolled her eyes, but smiled. Then she turned her head to look out the window, near the front door. She could see the light was on in the other trailer. Her mind began to wander.

"Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" Jo mockingly made kissing noises.

Sanders groaned and turned to the still downed Jockette. "Something on your mind, Jo?"

"I just think it's funny, is all." Jo laughed, still looking at the ceiling. "I'm trying to imagine what demented child you two would make."

Sanders flushed, and frowned. "Jo, need I remind you, you're dating an internet vlogger."

"And need I remind you, kindergarten cop, that you're dating an ex-criminal, whose name is Dumbcan."

The Cadet scowled. "His name is not-" She tried to think of a response, but got nothing. Frustrated, she grabbed her PJs and headed to the door. "I'm gonna go brush my teeth. Not that you care..." She walked out the trailer and slammed the door shut.

Silence fell, among the two females. Sammy thought about telling Jo to stop, but didn't think it would help. She looked down at the Jockette. "So...Jo?" She said awkwardly. "How exactly did you and Ambie meet?"

Jo turned her head to face the Twin. "Well, Blondie. Let me ask you a question, first." She narrowed her eyes. "What happens when you see a cute half canadian half indian hottie, who you are aware is my girl, talking to me?" Sammy opened her mouth, but didn't get the chance to answer. "I'll tell you what happens. You turn around, sit down and wait until she's done talking. You do not, under any circumstances, go up to her and act like I'm not there." Sammy gulped, noticing Jo's glare. "If you ever do something like that again, you won't live to regret it."

Sammy still felt uncomfortable, but raised an eyebrow. "That's...a pretty tame threat, coming from you, Jo."

The Jockette went back to staring at the ceiling. "Yeah, well, I'm still debating if I'm gonna be able to use my arms again, so count yourself lucky."

The Twin quickly shut her mouth. Jo's threat wasn't specific, but the message was received. For her own safety, Sammy climbed up to the top bunk.

Duncan had just put on his black tank top. He looked around his trailer, noting how quiet it was.

Confessional (Duncan): "This is the second time I've gotten the trailers to myself. And this time, there's more than two people left." He smirked. "I guess I'm just that good."

Static.

The Ex-Con went over to his bag, and pulled out a pair of headphones and an mp3 player. Been a while since I used this. He thought. He was about to pick a song, when he heard a knock at the door. Duncan groaned. If this is Chris with another challenge He opened the door I'm gonna-

"Hey." Sanders said. She had changed into her PJs and was now standing at the bottom of the steps.

"Hey…" Duncan said, unsure of what was going on. "You need something?"

"Actually...I was kinda hoping we could talk. Nothing serious, just…" She trailed off.

Duncan looked at the girls trailer and immediately figured it out. "Jo?" He figured. Sanders nodded. The Ex-Con stepped to the side and waved her in.

The Cadet took her seat, across from Duncan's bed. Neither said anything for a while, but it was Sanders who spoke first. "How did the talk with my Dad go, by the way?"

Duncan suddenly went pale. He thought back. Duncan hadn't said much. He was too terrified at the sheer size of the Sarge. Michael, however, was as cheerful as could be. Even Duncan had to admit, he was probably being worried for nothing. "It went...pretty well." He finally said. "He seems...cool."

Sanders smiled. "That's good. He really likes you."

I'm sure he does… Duncan said to himself, thinking the worst. He quickly shook his head and changed the subject. "So your first name's really Mikayla?"

The Cadet nodded. "Sanders is what everyone called me at the academy. It was custom for everyone to call each other by their last name."

"So what do I call you then?"

Sanders pondered, before breaking out into a small grin. "Babe?" The two stared, then laughed.

They continued talking for a while. Probably longer than they meant to. It wasn't anything deep, or life changing, but the two were just happy to be with each other.

An hour passed and Duncan felt his eyes getting heavy. "Alright…" He yawned. "I think I'm gonna call it a night. I'll see you in the morning."

Sanders smiled and headed to the door. But as she reached for the handle, she stopped. "Y'know?" She turned. "Jo and Sammy are probably asleep already and I don't want to accidentally wake them up." She paused. "Can I...spend the night here?"

Duncan, who was already laying in his bed, stared at her. "I…" He looked around, then remembered that no one else was in the room. "Sure. You want the top bunk."

"Actually," Sanders walked towards him. "I was wondering, since we're boyfriend and girlfriend, we could…" Her cheeks went red. "...cuddle?"

Duncan's eyes opened wide. When was the last time I cuddled with someone? He turned his head. Do I even like cuddling? He went back to his girlfriend, noting her hopeful smile. Dang it, she's too cute. Without a word, Duncan grabbed his blanket and held it open.

Sanders' smile just grew. She entered under the covers and lay on her back. She made herself comfortable, as Duncan wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Once they touched skin, she felt a tingle ride up her spine. "So…" She panicked. "What do you plan on doing, once the show's over?"

Duncan didn't answer for a bit. "Well," He started. "I definitely want to see you again, so I'm gonna have to get your number." Sanders chuckled. "But, I'm probably gonna have to make up for all my missed hours at my job first."

Sanders raised an eyebrow. "You have a job?" She suddenly realized what she just said. "I'm sorry. I was just surprised since you were-"

"-arrested, I know." Duncan sighed. "I was surprised too. It's a car repair shop and, apparently, the guy thought I was pretty good. So good, he was willing to gloss over my criminal record."

"I'm glad." Sanders put her arm across her boyfriend's chest.

Duncan glanced down at her. Sanders returned the look and they both smiled. Eventually, Duncan looked up at the top bunk. "I've been thinking about this for a while and...I don't think I'll ever forget Courtney or Gwen, but...I honestly think you're one of the best things that's ever happened to me."

Sanders gaped. Did he just say... Her mind trailed off. Water started forming in her eyes, and she turned away. She felt herself being overwhelmed with emotion.

And she loved it.

"Thank you," She croaked, wiping her eyes. "I can say the same about you too. Believe it or not, you're actually the first serious relationship I've ever had. I mean there was this one guy that I met in middle school, but I never thought it was meant to be. We had one date and it went horribly. The waiter messed up our order, we barely said anything to each other and, when he tried to kiss me, I panicked and accidentally headbutted him. I kinda took that as a sign and then..." The Cadet stopped rambling, as she suddenly realized Duncan's hand was limp. She glanced up. Duncan had fallen asleep. Sanders was a little annoyed that they couldn't talk any further, but at the same time, he looked adorable when he was asleep. She sighed, contently, and snuggled in closer. After enjoying the moment for a bit longer, she slowly closed her eyes.

Next morning, all four competitors were sitting at a single table, in the craft services tent, eating breakfast. It was the usual toast, scrambled eggs and bacon, but it was good enough. Sanders and Duncan sat next to each other, on one side, while Jo and Sammy sat across from them.

Sanders looked at the Twin "Hey, Sammy. Sorry I didn't get to say this earlier, but that's a great look for you."

Sammy couldn't help but smile. "Thanks." As if for emphasis, she flipped her newly dyed hair. "I never thought I'd see myself with black tips, but I'm really happy with it."

The Cadet nodded, and was about to say something, when the All Knowing Jockette interrupted. "I couldn't help but notice that you..." She pointed at the Cadet. "...never came back to the trailer, until morning." She eyed the Ex-Con and smirked. "Hope nothing too serious happened."

Duncan rolled his eyes. "You know, you don't always have to make jokes about our relationship. You can just zip your lip and save yourself the breath."

Jo scoffed. "Hey, it's not my fault you can't appreciate good comedy. At least I space my jokes out. Don't want them to get old."

"Too late for that," Sanders mumbled. Duncan gave her a light elbow bump and chuckled. She turned her attention back to the Twin. "But seriously, Sammy, you look awesome."

The Twin just smiled in delight.

Confessional (Sammy): "This is great. I've got a new look and everyone loves it." Her smile fell slightly. "Still wish I could've fixed things with Amy though." She took a deep breath and exhaled. "But I gotta focus right now. Jo, Duncan and Sanders aren't gonna give up so easily, and neither will I."

Static.

"Good morning, Competitors." The four turned to see the host walking into the tent. He had a few books tucked under his arm. "I'll keep this quick because we still have a few things to set up. Tonight's challenge will be a bit different. Tonight is all about Total Drama trivia."

"That's not a movie genre." Duncan noted.

"True, but we have a unique opportunity here. Since three of you have competed in different seasons..." He looked up at Sanders "...and a spinoff, we'll be testing your knowledge on your favorite reality show." He sprawled the books on the table.

Sammy picked one up. "The Unofficial, Unauthorized History of Total Drama and its contestants…" She read aloud. "By…" Her eyes went wide. "Sierra?"

"Yup." Chris nodded. "Our feral stalker is also an author, apparently. These are the only copies we have. There's also a section dedicated to each individual competitor."

Duncan flipped through, read one of the pages and gave a weird look. "Umm...there's a lot of personal stuff in here. Like...really personal."

"OMGEE!" Sammy already had the book open and her mouth was hanging open. She looked up at Jo. "That's why you keep giving people nicknames?!" The Jockette froze and her face went red with embarrassment.

"Don't worry about that." Chris interrupted. "You only need to learn about the stuff that happened on the show."

"There's nothing in here on the Ridonculous Race." Sanders said, holding up her book.

Chris pointed angrily at her. "Spinoffs don't count!" He quickly calmed down. "You'll have six hours to study. So get those brains working and meet at warehouse number four, once time is up." With that, he walked out of the tent.

Sanders stood up, with her book. "Study at your trailer?" She asked her boyfriend. Duncan nodded and got up too. Jo scowled as they left.

Confessional (Jo): "I might be a genius, but I can't go in overconfident. With me still being here, they're gonna try a lot harder to get me off the show. No way am I giving them the satisfaction. I'm gonna study so hard, my brain will need a defibrillator."

Static.

Duncan and Sanders entered the guys trailer. Duncan tossed his book onto one of the beds. "Alright, we've got six hours 'til the challenge starts." He turned. "You wanna make-" He froze.

Sanders had already sat down on another bed and already had the book open. She looked at him, confused. "Make what?"

Duncan flushed, unsure of what to do next. "Um…" He scratched the back of his head. "Make...some...good...studying time." He reached over and picked up his book.

Sanders raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. "You wanna read through the book and I can quiz you in an hour?"

The Ex-Con sat down and scoffed. "Like I need to be quizzed. I'm a veteran on this show. Five seasons and five merges. That's more than anyone here."

"Ok…" Sanders skimmed through the pages. She stopped on one and looked at him. "Who was eliminated in Paris, during season three?"

"Oh, come on. That's not fair. That happened before I came back."

"I thought you were a veteran…" Sanders teased.

Duncan rolled his eyes. "Fine." He thought for a moment. "He wasn't there in London, so I'll say...Harold?"

Sanders shook her head. "It was Lindsay. Even I knew that."

"Well, you actually watched that season. I didn't. I lived it." Duncan objected, slightly defensive.

The Cadet chuckled. "Well, that's why we're studying."

The Ex-Con stared at her for a minute, before sighing. He picked up his book and began reading.

Confessional (Duncan): "Maybe I should've just told her I wanted to make out. I can't imagine her saying no." He pondered to himself. "Yet again, I should probably just appreciate spending any time with her."

Static.

Sammy was sitting on one of the picnic tables, outside the trailers,reading the book. Once she reached a certain page, she cringed.

Confessional (Sammy): "Wow. Sierra, somehow, got every detail of my parents divorce right. Like, 100% accuracy. One has to wonder how she got that information, in the first place."
Static

Alright, where should I start? She landed on the Pahkitew Island page. Hmmm...I don't remember a ton of stuff from my season. Maybe that's what a whole year of trying to forget how your sister cost you the chance at a million dollars can do to you. She found the section that listed every contestant. Let's see...there was a guy who did nothing but make sound effect noises. She thought for a moment. Yup. Don't remember that. She looked at the book again. Ok...Leonard? Don't remember you. Rodney? Oh,right. He kept staring at me, when he thought I was Amy. Scarlett? Oh yeah, she- wait when did she become evil? Suddenly, she went wide eyed.

Confessional (Sammy): "Wait, there was a girl who thought she was a princess? Why didn't I get the chance to meet her? She sounds awesome."

Static

Jo was just finishing ripping out one of the pages in her book. She crumbled it into a ball and tossed it aside next to the girls trailer.

Confessional (Jo): "I don't know where that Freak-ierra got any of this information, but if I ever find this in bookstore, someone's ass is getting sued."

Static.

"Alright," she spoke aloud. "Let's see how much I already know." She looked up and pondered to herself. "Who outlasted Spikey Head, Sargeant Leaks-a lot and Tan in a Can in season four?" She smirked. "Well, obviously, that was me. What else do I know?" She thought again. "Who was the second person eliminated, in the All-Stars season, and got outranked by Jo?" She chuckled and patted herself on the shoulder. "That was obviously Light Bright." She continued to laugh to herself, before turning her attention back to the book.

She was completely unaware that Sammy was sitting at the other table, and had heard everything. She was giving the Jockette a confused look.

As the hours went by, Duncan and Sanders continued to read in silence, with an occasional comment or joke. It was by this point that Sanders had come to a realization.

Confessional (Sanders): She facepalmed. "I'm an idiot. He probably wanted to make out and I didn't realize it." She let out a groan. "Maybe I could still ask him. Or...I don't know, would that be weird? Do couples just randomly ask to make out and it...happens?"

Static.

The Cadet closed her book and put it down. "I don't know about you, but I think I need a break."

Duncan slammed his book shut and tossed it onto his bed. "Same here." The two sat in silence for a bit, until Duncan spoke up. "Actually, I gotta ask something. Am I seriously the first person you've ever had a serious relationship with?"

Sanders gaped. "You-you heard that? I thought you were asleep."

"I was right at the edge of being knocked out, but I remember you saying that."

The Cadet blushed. "Oh...well then, yeah. It's true. First one was set up by my dad." She shuddered. "It was...not something I wanted to go through again."

Duncan couldn't help but chuckle, leading to Sanders to blush even more. But, even so, she also started to laugh. Then an idea struck her. She stood up. "Hey, this might sound weird, but...do you wanna, maybe...do something fun?"

Do I wanna make out with you? Yes please. "Sure, whatcha got?"

"I...I noticed you have your mp3 player with you..."

Duncan smirked. Make out to hard rock music? Even better.

"...and Jo and Sammy probably aren't going to walk in."

The Ex-Con quickly stood up and clapped his hands together. "I'm in. Let's do it."

Sanders raised an eyebrow. "You wanna dance? Just the two of us?"

Duncan's eager smile slowly fell. Needless to say, he was not expecting that kind of suggestion. "...dance?"

"The only person I ever danced with was Macarthur. There's a dance club, in my hometown, but she got us kicked out for too much property damage. I haven't danced with anyone for a while."

Duncan considered arguing, but after seeing the face of his eager girlfriend, he shrugged. "Alright." He grabbed his mp3 player from his bag. "I don't really have a lot of dancing music. It's mostly hard rock and metal."

Sanders stood up. "You can still dance to rock music. Just pick one with a nice beat."

The Ex-Con scrolled for a bit. "I think this one might be good." He tapped on one of the songs, and it began. It started with a bass solo, before the drums and guitars kicked in.

Sanders quickly picked up the beat and started dancing. She looked up at her boyfriend, who stared amusingly at her. She then, suddenly, held up her hands and did the devil horns. Then she bobbed her head up and down to the beat of the guitar.

Duncan chuckled. "You're really getting into this."

Sanders looked up at him. "Why are you just watching? Come on, join in."

"I'm not much of a dancer."

The Cadet stopped and stood up. "I've seen you dance on this show. And, besides, it's not a dance party if I'm the only one doing anything."

Duncan stared at her, before shrugging. He started dancing similar to how he did at the Playa de Losers, with Courtney. Sanders couldn't help but laugh. The two danced for a while.

"I've got an idea." Sanders went to the other side of the trailer. "I'm gonna run at you, and you'll pick me, and hold me, by my waist."

Duncan looked uncertain. "Are you sure that's-" Sanders ran towards him. Duncan was caught off-guard, but readied himself. Sanders jumped to him, and Duncan barely caught her. He tried to hold her up, but it was easier said than done. Sanders started to realize the mistake she made. Duncan tried to hold her up, but the momentum caused him to tilt. He tripped over his own foot and fell onto his back, while Sanders landed on top of his chest. Both let out a loud grunt.

Sanders pushed herself up, before looking down at Duncan. "Are you-" But she needn't worry. There she lay, on top of her boyfriend, who was now laughing hysterically. Sanders smiled, and joined in. It only lasted for a few seconds, but for the two of them, it could've gone on for hours.

Confessional (Duncan): "I would've preferred the makeout sesh, but whatever Sanders wants to do, I'm down with it."

Static

After a few more hours, the competitors headed towards the warehouse. Strangely, when they got there, no one was waiting for them.

"Chris did say this warehouse number four, right?" Duncan looked around.

"Yeah." Sanders responded. "Where is he?"

"Maybe, we're supposed to go inside." Sammy suggested.

Jo reached for the door handle, when it suddenly shot open. The four jumped back, with the Jockette even giving a fighting stance. From the inside, the room was pitch black. A hand slowly appeared from the shadows and gestured for everyone to come in. The competitors nervously glanced at each other. "There's not gonna be some weird, freaky stuff in there?" Jo asked. "I specifically said 'no freaky stuff' in my contract."

The hand continued to gesture them inside. Still unsure, the competitors headed in. Once they were all inside, the door slammed shut. On the inside, the competitors were met with the dark void. Suddenly, they all felt a pair of hands push on their backs.

"What the-" Jo exclaimed. "Who's pushing me?"

"You still there, babe?" Duncan called out.

"I'm here." Sanders answered. "But, I don't know what's going on."

"Just shut up for a few seconds!" A familiar gruff voice shouted. "We're getting you in place, so be quiet and we can start this thing."

The competitors obliged and didn't say anything. After a few seconds, the pushing stopped and it got quiet. But after a few more seconds, music could be heard. "Ladies and gentleman," Chef's voice announced. "Live from the abandoned film lot, it's Trivia Time!" Loud applause and cheers could be heard. "Let's introduce our competitors. First, our season one veteran and former ex-convict...It's Duncan!" A spot light suddenly shined right over the Ex-Con. He flinched at the sudden light and shielded his eyes. "She's got the fierceness of a tiger, but the respect of a rooster, It's our resident Jockette: Jo!"

"Did you just compare me to an overgrown chicken?" she snapped, once the light came on.

Sammy and Sanders were introduced shortly after.

The music faded, and a drum roll was heard. "And now…" Chef's voice echoed. "Let's introduce the man of the hour, the host with the most, multi-time gemmie award winner…" A drumroll could be heard. "It's...Chris!"

The lights suddenly all came on. A sliding door opened and Chris walked out. Thunderous applause followed, once he walked on stage. The competitors looked around. Aside from Chris, there were no other people in the room.

Confessional (Jo): "Of course, McLean couldn't actually get anyone real to cheer for him. He's a psychopath."

Static

As Chris talked to the camera, the competitors looked around. The room wasn't big, but there was a lot going on. The floor was made up of white tiles and there was a massive screen on the other side of the room. The walls were made of LEDs and would occasionally flash a stream of purple. They were all standing on a small platform, with podiums in front of each of them. Chris was wearing a blue white suit, and his hair had been slicked back. He was also holding a black cane.

He turned his attention to the competitors. "Welcome to the show, everyone! You excited?"

"Yeah," Duncan said. "Excited to get this over with."

The Host ignored him. "Our trivia game will consist of three rounds. I'll explain the rules of the first round in a minute but, for now, I'll get to the most important rule. Highest score wins, lowest score loses...and is eliminated." The competitors nodded. Chris grinned and turned his attention to the camera. "Alright...let's get to it!"

Chris tapped his cane on the floor. Immediately, the screen behind him flashed and words appeared on it. It said…

"Our first game is called Category Elimination." Chris announced. "How this game works is simple. I'll give you a prompt that has multiple answers. If you get one right, you get a point. Get one wrong and you'll be out until the next question. The round will end once either all choices have been exhausted or if every competitor gets it wrong. Everyone got it?" The competitors nodded. Chris reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card. "Alright. We'll start with Duncan and go down the line." He tapped the cane again, and the words, on the screen, changed to the prompt. "Name a competitor that has made the merge, more than once."

The Ex-Con thought for a moment, before realizing something. "...me."

A ding sounded out, and the number on Duncan's podium went from 0 to 1. Chris gave a thumbs up and turned to the next competitor.

Jo tapped her chin. "Umm…" She suddenly snapped her fingers. "I got it. String-Bean."

Chris gave a weird look, and a buzzing sound followed. Jo cursed under her breath. "Unfortunately, Jo. You're out for this round. So no points." He turned to Sammy.

The Twin looked at Jo, then back to Chris. "Umm...Cameron?"

Another ding sounded, and the Twin's score went up by one. Jo looked at it, her eyes wide. "Hold on a second, that's what I said."

"Actually," Chris pointed. "You didn't answer with the correct name. Nicknames aren't proper answers."

"That's bull!" Jo slammed her fist on the podium.

Chris ignored her and walked to the final competitor. Sanders was able to answer correctly with Courtney, so Chris moved back to Duncan. He scored another point with Gwen. The two other girls also answered correctly.

"...Lindsay?" The Ex-Con answered again, taking his score up to three.

Sammy was having trouble thinking of an answer. "Ummm...DJ?" A buzzing noise sounded, signaling she was out.

"Harold?" Sanders was also taken out of the round.

"Duncan, you're the only one left in the round." Chris announced. "If you wanted to, you could run away with this and take a huge lead."

The Ex-Con thought to himself. "Geoff?"

Chris' face fell. "Ok, nevermind." A buzzer sounded. "So, with that done with, let's see the scores. Duncan has a narrow lead with three, Sammy and Sanders are tied at two and Jo...failed to earn any points."

The Jockette scowled.

Confessional (Jo): "I did get that question right. McLean probably heard me say he was a psychopath and wanted to mess with me. I don't get why he'd be upset. He probably gets called that on a daily basis."

Static.

Like last time, Chris tapped the can on the floor. The next category appeared on the screen. "For our next round, you'll have to name an instance when our loveable lame brain, Lindsay, got a competitor's name wrong."

Jo raised an eyebrow. "Do we have to say what happened, or just say the incorrect name?"

"The incorrect name."

Confessional (Jo): "An entire round where I have to get someone's name wrong? I got this in the bag."

Static.

"Duncan, you first."

"Easy," The Ex-Con scoffed. "Noah." Ding-Ding. His score went up to four.

Jo was next. "Ava." She answered quickly. Ding-Ding.

"Ummm…" Sammy cupped her chin. "Didn't she call Tyler 'Dave' at some point?" Ding-Ding

Sanders took a moment to think. "She called Leshawna 'Lequisha.'" Ding-Ding

Chris nodded, impressed. "Great work, so far. Let's see if you can keep it going."

For the next set, it went about the same. Duncan, Jo and Sammy were able to earn another point, taking them up to five, two and four, respectively. However, Sanders failed to give an answer, so was taken out of the round at three points. Duncan looked at her, nervously.

He didn't last the next round, however, and neither did Sammy. Jo, on the other hand, was on a roll. She had taken her score up to three, and was now the only one left.

"Alright, Jo." Chris said. "Since it's just you, you can list as many as you want."

The Jockette held up her hand and started counting with her fingers. "Let's see, Lequisha, Greta, Jalapeño, Chip, Taylor and Bella."

The other competitors stared at her, slack jawed.

Confessional (Duncan): "Leave it to the chick that purposely gets everyone's names wrong to win that round."

Static.

"Impressive, Jo." Chris nodded. "That's three more points to your score." The counter on Jo's podium went from three to six.

The Jockette grinned stoically, before suddenly realizing something. "Wait a minute," she looked down at her score. "What the hell?! I got six. Where are the rest of my points?!"

"Technically, you only got three. I said to name an instance where Lindsay got a competitor's name wrong. Chip is me, and I'm the host, so it doesn't count."

Jo grumbled, but didn't say anything.

The next round saw a few interesting developments. The task was to name a competitor that was eliminated via not being voted out. Duncan was able to take back his lead and got four more points, answering himself, Lindsay, Zoey and DJ. He now had the highest score with nine points. Jo was close behind with eight points, giving Mike and Cameron as her answers. Sammy only earned one point with Gwen. Sanders didn't have the same luck. She was eliminated in the first round.

"Geez, Sanders." Chris chuckled. "Everyone else is way ahead and you can't even get a single question right?"

The Cadet sighed.

Confessional (Sanders): "Yeah, I'll admit I don't remember a ton from the study session." She paused. "Well, I mean, I do, it's just…" She blushed. "I remember... other things."

Static.

Duncan gave a solemn look at his girlfriend. With only three points, he was worried.

"Now for the final topic." Chris said, tapping the cane. The question appeared onscreen. "Who are the top ten contestants that hate Chris McLean?"

The competitors gasped. "What kind of question is that?" Jo spluttered. "You have, like, a million enemies, how are we supposed to know who the top ten are?"

"There was an entire section dedicated to it. I'm assuming no one actually read it." The competitors feebly looked down. "That's what I thought. Duncan, as usual, we'll start with you."

The Ex-Con smirked. "Too easy. Ezekiel." A buzzing sound went off. Duncan's eyes widened. "What? How the hell is he not in the top ten? You turned him into a feral freak."

"Technically, that wasn't entirely my fault." Chris mumbled. "But the guy got out of rehab a year ago, and...he apparently doesn't hate me. Believe me, I'm just as surprised as you." He turned to the next competitor. "Jo, whatchu got?"

"If I'm not on there, I don't know who is, so I'll just go with myself." Again, another buzzer sounded. The Jockette groaned.

"Well, considering she wrote it and denounced you on live TV..." Sammy pondered. "...Sierra's gotta be on there." Ding-Ding

"Dakota." Sanders answered, also earning a point. Both were able to earn one more point, taking their score up to five, for Sanders, and seven, for Sammy. Duncan let out a sigh, happy that Sanders was, at least, still in the game.

"Alright, now that the first game is over," Chris started. "We'll move on to the next round. Everyone get on stage. It's time for the physical challenges!"

The competitors did as instructed. Jo excitedly punched her fist as she walked up. Chris had them all stand at different corners on the panel floor. "Our first round will be similar to the first All-Stars challenge. The rules are simple, find the correct key and unlock the box." He tapped the floor, and a small hole opened up, in the center. A stand, with a small treasure box on it, rose from it.

Sammy looked around. "Ok, where are the keys?"

At that moment, a clicking sound went off, and Jo looked up. She went bug eyed and nearly fell backwards. "Holy Sh-"

The other competitors glanced up, just in time to see a huge pile of golden keys fall from the ceiling. They jumped back as it crashed onto the ground around the stand. Chris just grinned. "Find the correct key that opens the box, and you'll earn two points."

The competitors put aside their shock and quickly dove towards the pile. Everyone grabbed a key and tried it on the box. It didn't work on the first try, so they all tossed it to the side, once finished. They did the same thing with their next keys. Duncan kept nervously glancing at his girlfriend.

Confessional (Duncan): "I honestly kinda hope she wins this challenge. I'm almost tempted to try and help her find the key, but...I don't want a repeat of what happened in Rome."

Confessional (Jo): "I'm probably gonna win this one. I helped my team win the original challenge, and the only reason we didn't win sooner was because I was pushing the carriage." She smirked to herself. "I've got a pretty good eye when it comes to finding things. Trust me."

Static.

The Jockette brushed aside some more keys, before locking her eyes on one. It was a slightly different shade of gold, which was enough to convince her. She picked it up and headed towards the box. Sanders and Sammy were already there, with keys of their own. Sanders' attempt was met with failure, so she quickly went back to searching. Sammy walked up next.

Jo rolled her eyes. "Hurry it up, BlueBerry. I've already got the winning key, so there's no point in-"

Click

Jo looked and saw that Sammy's key was in the slot. She had turned it, and the chest opened. It let out a small victory tune. "And Sammy wins the first physical challenge," Chris announced. "Taking her from seven points to nine. Now she's tied with Duncan. Things are about to get interesting. Let's move on to the next challenge." Sammy stepped down, proud of her win. Jo angrily tossed her key to the side, as she stepped off the stage.

A few minutes later, once the keys were cleared, Chef wheeled in a large machine. It looked like a modified baseball launcher, but with several holes for more balls to be launched from. A few interns were also rolling in a container of red balls.

"For this next challenge, we're paying tribute to an old classic." Chris announced. He pointed at the machine, with the cane. "This is our, one of a kind, dodgeball launcher. It can fire multiple balls, at once and at tremendous speeds. The point of this challenge is to not get decked with a dodgeball. It'll be a time challenge, so the longer you avoid getting hit, the better chance you'll have at winning." The competitors nodded and Chris told Jo to start things off.

The Jockette confidently made her way up. From the bottom, Duncan slided up to his girlfriend. "Hey," He whispered. "How are you doing?"

Sanders turned and shrugged. "Pretty good. This challenge looks tough, but I think I can manage." She smiled, but when she saw Duncan's worried look, she immediately knew what he was thinking. She put her hand on his shoulder. "Hey, listen. I'm gonna try my hardest in the other challenges. It's early, so I can still make up the points. Don't worry about me, I'll make it through."

Duncan was still looking down, but managed a smile. He touched the Cadet's hand and stared at her.

Sanders couldn't help but chuckle. "If you really want me to win, now might be a good time to take things easy on me. I am your girlfriend after all." The two shared a laugh.

Confessional (Duncan): "Yup...she's awesome."

Static.

Their tender moment was soon interrupted. "Oh come on!" Jo shouted. "That one barely grazed me!"

"Doesn't matter, it still touched." Chris said. "You still have an impressive time of a minute and thirty five seconds."

The Jockette grinned at her time and walked off the stage. Duncan was next. Unfortunately, he failed to impress, as he only lasted forty seconds before getting nailed in the face with a dodgeball. Sammy was able to reach the one minute mark, but only lasted a few seconds after that. She slipped on the floor and a stray ball hit her in the shoulder.

"You wannabes should've given up and saved yourself the embarrassment." Jo mocked.

Sanders rolled her eyes and turned to her boyfriend. "Some her what you got, babe." Duncan held out his fist, which the Cadet bumped.

She stepped onto the platform. Seconds later, a timer appeared and the machine started. It quickly shot a ball towards her. She got on her knees and leaned back, narrowly avoiding it. She quickly rolled out of the way to dodge another.

The other three competitors watched on, amazed. Duncan was also nodding his head, clearly approving what was happening.

Sanders managed to avoid the next set of dodgeballs and wasn't showing any signs of letting up. She jumped from left to right, gracefully dodging the oncoming projectiles.

Jo nervously glanced at the timer. It was almost at a minute and, still, Sanders wasn't showing any signs of getting tired. But, at one point, the machine launched two balls at once. Sanders was in the middle of dodging one ball and barely avoided the other two. Now she was starting to sweat.

Duncan gulped as she narrowly jumped out of the way of another ball. Jo had her eyes deadlocked onto the Cadet. Sanders saw another ball coming towards her and just quickly stepped to the side. However she ran right into the path of another ball. The Cadet had to suck in her gut to avoid getting tagged. She dodged one more, before finally getting hit in the arm.

"Impressive run, Sanders." Chris complimented. He turned to the screen. "Let's see if you did better than Jo." The Jockette and the others all stood in silence, anxiously awaiting the results. "And it looks like...Jo...is...not winning this round. Sanders wins by three seconds."

The Cadet exhaled and smiled. The number on her podium changed to 7. Duncan offered her a high-five, which she gladly accepted. Like last round, Jo just seethed quietly to herself.

Confessional (Jo): "It's pathetic. I failed to win both physical challenges. I gotta make sure the next one will be mine."

Static.

Chef handed a jug of disgusting dark green liquid to each competitor. They were all facing each other, all sitting in metal chairs, at the center of the stage. "For our last physical challenge," Chris started. "You just have to drink whatever gross thing Chef just gave you. From there, the only objective is to not throw up. Last person to upchuck the contents of their drink, earns two more points."

The competitors nodded and, at Chris' signal, they chugged down their drinks. It was disgusting and all of them winced when it touched their tongues. However, all four were able to down their 'beverages.' After that, they relaxed. No one showed any signs of gagging or wanting to vomit.

Jo grinned mischievously. "How's everyone feeling?" No one answered. "I'm probably used to Chef's cooking at this point. That tasted more like a fruit smoothie, if I'm being honest."

"This is my fifth season," Duncan interjected. "Don't tell me how bad of a cook Chef is."

The Jockette's smirk just widened. "I don't know. I'm pretty sure I saw some gross things in there. Maybe some mold...some snail slime...heck, maybe Chef put his used toenails in there." Duncan and Sanders just rolled their eyes, but Sammy clutched her stomach nervously. Jo continued. "I, on the other hand, can take it. I've got a stomach made of steel and I'm feelin' A-OK. The rest of you should stop pretending and just- BLARGH!" The Jockette suddenly leaned forward and threw up all over the floor.

Duncan, Sanders and Sammy all laughed, though the Twin was still holding her stomach. The Cadet noticed. "You alright, Sammy?"

"I'm...I'm fine." She managed a smile, but was sweating heavily. "I-I just- BLARGH!" Like Jo, Sammy also upchucked her drink.

"And just like that, it's down to the power couple." Chris commented. "Whoever holds on longer, wins."

Sanders and Duncan stared at each other. "How you feeling, Babe?" Duncan said playfully.

"Just fine," Sanders answered, playing along. "Unlike Jo, I don't plan on throwing up any time soon."

The Jockette, despite her pained expression, glared at the Cadet. "That's not- BLARGH." More vomit covered the floor.

"Watch your feet," Sanders pointed. "You don't want to get puke in your shoes."

Duncan raised an eyebrow. "Are you my mom now? Are you gonna start telling me to brush my teeth and cut the crusts off my sandwiches?"

Sanders laughed. "Don't you dare talk back to your mother."

"Whatever you say...Mikayla."

Jo, who was growing noticeably pale, gave a confused look. "Ok. First off, who the hell is Mikayla? Second, would you please shut up, you're gonna make me-BLARGH."

Chris stepped in. "Ok, guys. For the sake of Jo's health, I'm gonna have to stop it here. Both of you earn two points. Congratulations. Once we get this cleaned up, we'll move to the final round."

Sanders and Duncan high-fived. But as soon as they did, they spewed vomit all over the floor. They stared at each other, once they were done, and laughed.

"Wait," Sammy interrupted. She looked at Sanders. "Are you Mikayla?" Sanders nodded. "But I thought your name was Sanders."

"It's my last name." The Cadet said. "And probably my stage name. I don't care what you call-"

"Everyone shut up!" Jo interrupted. "I'm trying not to-" The Jockette felt the vomit and covered her mouth with her hand. She got up and ran towards wherever Chris could help her, leaving behind a trail of vomit foot prints. Sanders and Duncan both chuckled.

Confessional (Duncan): He was laughing hard. "Ok, that was too good. Chef. For once, your food actually did something good."

Confessional (Sammy): "Man, I didn't think I would feel bad for Jo. I mean, she's kind of a jerk, but I don't think she deserved that." She paused. "Ok...I did find it…a little funny."

Static

After a quick flash of white, dramatic music started playing and a camera swung from the ceiling towards Chris. "Now, we move to the final round." He explained and turned to the competitors. "For this game, It'll be all about the past competitors. You choose the competitor, and I'll ask a question about them. But, remember, as soon as I ask the question, anyone can answer it. A correct answer will earn you a point, but get it wrong, and you'll lose one instead. Everyone got it?"

Sanders nodded. "Easy enough."

"I thought so too." Chris tapped his cane on the floor.

The numbers on the podiums, displaying each of the competitors' scores, suddenly disappeared. "What gives?" Jo said. "Are we starting from zero?"

Chris shook his head. "Your score is the same as it was before, but you won't be able to see it, until the round is over." He paused. "And to make things even more interesting, the game won't end on my watch." The competitors looked confused, until Chris tapped his cane again. A small red button popped out from the podiums. "The game will only end, once someone pushes the red button."

Duncan quickly realized what that meant, and cast a devilish grin at Jo. The Jockette looked nervous. "Easy there, guys." Chris reassured. "The button will only come into play after ten questions." The Jockette let out a sigh of relief. Chris turned to Duncan. "Since you had the highest score, you'll pick the first competitor."

"Gwen." Duncan said.

Chris sniggered. "Your first pick is your ex? And right in front of your girlfriend too." He chuckled, while Duncan just rolled his eyes. The Host picked up and read a card. "Where did Courtney place Gwen on her elimination chart, in All-Stars?"

Seems more like a Courtney question… Duncan thought to himself. He was about to buzz in, when another one suddenly went off.

"It was third place." Sanders answered. Ding-Ding. "That was easy. Macarthur went on a huge rant about that, and how the show was clearly-"

"Yeah, I don't care." Chris deadpanned. "Just pick the next competitor." The Cadet chose Noah. "This is a multiple choice question. Where were Noah and Owen eliminated, in the Ridonculous Race?" He suddenly went wide eyed. "Wait a minute, I didn't approve of this. There wasn't supposed to be any Ridonculous questions." Behind the screen, three interns were chuckling and high-fiving each other. Chris groaned. "Whatever. Was it Alberta, Las Vegas, Indonesia or the Arctic Circle?"

Sanders quickly buzzed in again. "It was…" Her mouth hung open. "Uhhh…"

Confessional (Sanders): "Can you honestly blame me for not remembering? We spent the majority of that competition running. I don't even think we spoke to Noah or Owen."

Static.

"...Alberta?" A buzzing sound played.

"Incorrect." Chris pointed. "Anyone wanna steal?"

Jo shrugged and took the opportunity. "Uhh...Indonesia?" Ding-Ding. The Jockette pumped her fist in celebration.

Confessional (Jo): "That was a total guess, but they don't need to know that."

Static

"I'll pick...Amy." The other competitors looked at her, in surprise. Jo, however, just smirked.

Confessional (Jo): "Yeah, I still hate that backstabbing traitor. But here's how I see it. Cop Lover is probably still bitter about how he got outsmarted, and is probably too mad to answer the question. Then there's Bluebell. She's probably too upset about what happened in Rome, so isn't going to answer the question either. That gives me the chance to get the point." She confidently put both her hands behind her head. "Sometimes my genius is almost frightening."

Static.

"By how many minutes was Amy born, after her sister?"

The Jockette thought for a moment, before suddenly hearing a buzzer go off. She turned.

"Seventeen minutes." Sammy answered plainly. Ding-ding. She looked at the now stunned Jockette.

Confessional (Sammy): "Jo thinks I'm afraid to confront my past. She's wrong. I realize I can't change anything, and I've accepted that. But I'm not going to just ignore it."

Static.

The game continued as normal. While some had done well, Jo and Sanders had both gotten a few questions wrong. Both were starting to get nervous.

"Your turn to choose, Sammy." The Twin picked Jasmine. "What was the dream store that Jasmine wanted to open?"

Sammy quickly pressed the button, before anyone else could make a movie. "It was a cage fighting school/flower ship." The competitors gave her weird looks. "I'm her friend, I'm supposed to know this stuff." Ding-Ding. "I'll pick Dawn next."

"What is Dawn's Mom's favorite animal?"

Everyone thought for a moment, until Jo suddenly went wide eyed. She quickly pressed the buzzer. "Easy. It was a bobcat." Ding-Ding. "Let's go with…" She shuddered. "Lightning."

"You're really desperate for the points, aren't you?" Chris laughed, picking up a card. "How many rings did Lightning's dad have, before he lost them because of his son's loss?"

The four competitors looked confused, as they tried to think of an answer. "Three?" Duncan guessed, after buzzing in. Incorrect.

"Five?" Sammy answered. Also incorrect.

Jo then shrugged and buzzed in herself. "Four?" Ding-Ding. The Jockette clapped her hands together. "Let's Go! Two in a row."

"And with that," Chris started. "We've hit ten questions. The red button is officially in play. Whoever presses it, ends the game and we'll determine the winner and loser."

The Jockette confidently looked down at the device. She shot her thumb towards it. Sanders let out a gasp.

"Are you seriously gonna settle with just getting by?" Jo stopped, her hand inches from the button. She turned her head. Duncan gave 'tsk.' "I'm surprised. I thought with all your talk about how great you are, you'd aim for first place. I'm pretty sure I have a higher score than you. Do you really want to risk getting beat by me?"

The Jockette was frozen in place. Duncan could tell she was contemplating her next move.

Confessional (Jo): "Damnit!" She slammed her fist on the side of the wall. "I hate that sniveling little criminal, more than anything on this planet…but he's right. I can't just settle for not last place, I said I would show everyone why I'm the best and that's exactly what I'm gonna do!"

Static.

With a lot of hesitation, Jo grunted and pulled away from the button. Duncan let out a light sigh and looked at his girlfriend. She was smiling and mouthed a 'thank you' at him. The Ex-Con winked.

"Alright. It doesn't look like anyone's pressing the button." Chris interjected. "So let's move on."

"The red button will remain in play for however long the game lasts," Chris announced. "Jo. You answered the last question correctly, so you pick the next competitor."

The Jockette let out a loud sigh. "I didn't want to do this, but I'll pick Heather."

Chris turned to the screen. "How many different wigs has Heather worn?"

Jo quickly buzzed in. She counted in her head. "Three?" A buzzer sounded and Chris shook his head.

Sanders saw the opportunity and pressed the button. "Four." She answered.

"That is correct," Chris pointed. "Most people forget about her wearing a Gwen wig. Pick the next competitor."

"Noah again."

"True or false: Noah was the first person voted off, in both of his seasons, out of the first three."

Duncan pondered about this for a second, before quickly buzzing in. "False."

Another buzzing sound was heard. Sanders quickly pushed her button. Before she could answer, Chris held up a finger. "Sanders, since the answer is obvious, you have to answer a follow up question: While Noah was the first one voted off his team in World Tour, he was the first to get the boot. Who, on his team, was eliminated and how did they leave?"

"Izzy. And she was taken off by the military, after getting crushed by a plane and becoming super smart." Ding-Ding. Sanders grinned at her victory.

Confessional (Sanders): "Two in a row. I still don't think I should risk hitting the button just yet. If I get a few more, I should be fine."

Confessional (Jo): "This is bad. I shouldn't have let Dump-can talk me out of ending the game. Kindergarten Cop is already on a streak. From now on, I'm only going to answer questions I'm 100% sure about."

Confessional (Sammy): "I think I should stay quiet for the rest of the round . As long as I don't come in last, I should be safe." She giggled. "I feel so smart with this strategy. Maybe it's the new look. Does blue make people smarter?"

Static

"I'll go with Gwen again." Sanders said

"Which was Gwen's worst season…"

Sanders buzzed in. "World Tour."

Chris shook his head. "...in terms of placement."

Confessional (Sanders): She slapped her forehead and groaned. "Dang it. I thought I could keep my streak going. I guess that's what I get for getting too excited."

Static

Jo was thinking to herself. If it's not World Tour, that only leaves three other options. She thought for a bit, before realizing. She was about to buzz in when…

"Duncan, what's your answer?"

Jo looked up to see the Ex-Con with his hand already on the button. "Season two, Action." Ding-Ding. He turned his head and smirked at the Jockette, who just glared. "I'll go with Alejandro."

Chris turned to the screen. "Where is the place that Alejandro would've been eliminated had Sierra...not blown up my plane?" The Host cringed at the thought of being reminded.

None of the competitors answered immediately. Eventually, Sanders buzzed in. "It was Drumheller, right?" Ding-Ding

Duncan sighed in relief, as Sanders picked the next competitor.

"What was Zoey's biggest fear, before entering her first season?"

The Ex-Con looked puzzled. Who would- He heard a buzzing sound. He turned and saw that the Jock had just pressed the button, with an excited look on her face. "It was getting voted off by a jock. Which is exactly what ended up happening to her." Ding-Ding. Without wasting another second, the Jockette pressed the red button. Duncan gasped and nervously glanced at Sanders.

"Jo has hit the red button!" Chris exclaimed. "That means the game is over." The screen, behind him, suddenly went black and the four profiles of the competitors all appeared on it. "Now is the time to find out who's staying and which unlucky loser will be leaving the competition." He smirked. "Anyone nervous?"

Duncan continued glancing at his girlfriend. He was biting his bottom. Sanders was equally worried. Jo tried acting confident, but was clearly having second thoughts on her decision. Sammy remained calm.

"Duncan." Chris turned to the Ex-Con. "You did well in the first round, but failed to win any of the physical challenges. However you made up for it in the final round...and that was enough to land you in first place with ten points." Duncan's profile went grey and a green number '10' appeared over it.

The Ex-Con exhaled, but was still thinking about his girlfriend. Chris then faced The Twin. "Sammy. You've been remarkably quiet for this last portion. You got most of the questions correct, and won a physical challenge. This was...good enough. You're safe from elimination." Like before, Sammy's profile showed a green number '9.' The Twin beamed in delight.

Confessional (Sammy): "I'm in the final three!" She squealed. "I can't believe I made it this far." Her expressions softened slightly. "But now I know I'm going against Duncan, so I really gotta focus. It's time to show them that my new look isn't just for looks."

Static.

Chris' smirk widened as he walked up to the last two competitors. "Jo," He started. "You did reasonably well in the first round, failed to earn any points in the second and...I guess it all comes down to how well you performed this round. So I gotta ask, ya nervous?"

Jo suddenly found herself sweating. "I...I uh-"

Chris didn't let her finish. He went up to the Cadet. "As for you, Sanders. You didn't have a great start, but made up for it by winning two physical challenges. And just like Jo, it might come down to how well you did in this last round."

Sanders remained stone faced, but cast a worried look at her boyfriend, once Chris went back to the stage. He turned on his heel and faced the competitors. "Now it's time to find out who's staying and who's going." The screen behind him flashed and showed only the portraits of Sanders and Jo. Duncan tapped nervously on the podium. Jo watched, with her eyes glued onto the screen. Sanders stared nervously at it, while Sammy looked at the two nominees surrounding her. A series of rapidly changing numbers appeared over both of their profiles. Chris pointed at the screen.

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The numbers suddenly stopped, revealing the number 7 over one of the competitor's and the number 9 over the other. Chris turned back to the competitors. "Jo, congratulations, you're going to the final three."

The Jockette processed what had just happened, but excitedly raised her hands. "Yes!" She shouted. "I'm going to the-" She froze, suddenly realizing something. "Wait a sec," She pointed at Sammy. "Bluebell had the same amount of points as me. Why was I in the bottom two?"

Chris just shrugged. "Thought it would be fun to make you squirm. Better for ratings and all that."

Confessional (Jo): The Jockette was gnashing her teeth. "Who does that little pipsqueak of a host think he-" She paused again, and suddenly grabbed her hair. "Wait a minute. I had to share my placement...AGAIN?! What the hell, that's like the third time this season!" She slammed her fist on the table, then pointed at the camera. "That's the last time I'm sharing anything with anyone. Mark my words, the only thing I'll be tieing...is Jail Breath and Tweedle-dee's intestines together."

Static

As Jo continued to rant, Sanders stood in silence. She wasn't that surprised she was eliminated, but she was still upset. She turned her head nervously. Duncan was clutching both sides of his podium. Sanders knew he was not taking it well. Before she could do anything else, Chris interrupted. "Sanders, you're obviously eliminated. We'll give you 'till the end of the day to pack your stuff and say your goodbyes." He paused, looking down at his watch. "But, considering it is the end of the day, you're gonna have to make it quick."

Sanders sighed and looked back at Duncan. He was now staring at her and Sanders could see just how disappointed he actually was. She gave a sad smile, but it didn't change anything.

As Chris had said, it was night time when the competitors made it to the Gilded Chris awards. Sanders had her bag ready. She was definitely bummed about being eliminated, but tried to put on a brave face. The three remaining competitors were already standing in front of the waiting lamo-o-sine. Sanders first walked up to Jo.

"Well, I can only assume you're here for one reason," She said bluntly. "So, if you have any jokes to make about me and Duncan dating, now's the time. I'll let you have this one."

Jo didn't say anything. She just stared plainly at the Cadet. Sanders raised an eyebrow. After a moment, the Jockette held her hand out. "I'll see you around...Mikayla."

The Cadet went wide eyed. Of all the things Jo could've said, she was not expecting that. She hesitated, but returned the handshake. The Jockette nodded, and Sanders moved to the next person in line.

"I wish you could've stayed longer." Sammy sighed, giving Sanders a hug. "I felt like I was just getting to know you."

Sanders smiled. "Same here. But you deserve to be here, just as much as everyone else. Don't forget that." They released and bumped fists.

Finally, Sanders let out a heavy sigh. Be strong for him. She said to herself. Duncan was trying his best to stay stone faced, but was clearly upset. Sanders gave a sad smile. "We knew it might come to this, right?"

Duncan wiped his nose, with his sleeve. "Yeah...I know. Doesn't make it any easier." He said solemnly.

"Maybe this will." Sanders reached into her pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. She handed it to her boyfriend. "You said you wanted my number."

Duncan opened it and chuckled. "You sure this isn't the phone number for some detention center to turn myself in?"

Sanders laughed and went for a hug. Duncan tightly accepted it. "I can't wait to see you again once this is over." She whispered.

The Ex-Con opened his eyes, and thought for a moment. "Yeah…" He put his hands on the side of her shoulders and pulled back. "But there's one thing I'm not waiting for."

It took a moment for Sanders to realize what he was doing, but gasped, once she did. The two leaned towards each other, closed their eyes and kissed. It lasted for a good bit. Sammy smiled at the two, while Jo remained respectfully quiet. Even Chris allowed them to continue their kiss for a bit longer.

However, after a while, he had to put it to an end. "Alright, guys. I know this is a big moment for both of you, but we still have a show to run." Finally, Sanders and Duncan released. Chris turned to the Cadet. "The lame-o-sine awaits."

Sanders sighed, and picked up her bag. She gave one last smile, and wave, as she entered the waiting vehicle. The other competitors watched it leave. Sammy kept waving, when she heard a sniff. She turned to see Duncan, clearly trying not to get emotional. The Twin gave a knowing smile. "You ok?"

Duncan jumped and wiped his eyes. "I'm fine. Just got something in my eye."

The Twin reached over and held onto his hand. "You'll see her again. Don't worry."

The Ex-Con remained silent. He glanced down at his hand and pulled away. "Don't...don't touch me, she might be looking."

Sammy realized what he meant and quickly put her hand to her side. Chris watched all three of them, from the bleachers. "And with that, the second, and last, Ridonculous Race competitor has been eliminated." He shot a cheeky grin at the camera. "How about that, Don? Neither of your gals are winning my season." He chuckled. "But, now, we have the final three. Two more challenges left, but only one can come out on top. Find out who's going to the final two, on the exciting penultimate episode of...Total...Drama...Legends!"

Probably not the most exciting chapter, but it was still pretty fun. Anyways, now with Sanders gone, I figured I owe everyone an explanation as to where I came up with the idea for Duncan x Sanders. Basically, my original plan was to have Duncan get back with Gwen, right before she was eliminated. The problem arose when I realized that I couldn't have them get back together again AND be on good terms with Courtney. That eventually led me to having Gwen and Courtney being a couple, but I didn't want to leave Duncan alone. I thought of a few options, but I eventually landed on Sanders. I figured Duncan needed a girlfriend who was willing to tell him when he was being an idiot, but who was also fairly laid back. And that led me to creating Danders: the crackiest of cracked ships.

I think I asked this before, but I'll ask again.

- What do you think of Duncan x Sanders overall?

- Who would you like to see in the final two?

For now though, we've got two more chapters left (not including the alternate ending). I'd like to thank anyone and everyone who stuck with me for this long. I'll see you next time!

Final Three: Duncan, Jo and Sammy

Placement:

22nd: Sierra

21st: Lightning

20th: Tyler

19th: Cody

18th: Heather

17th: Alejandro

16th: Owen

15th: Macarthur

14th: Scott

13th: Courtney

12th: Dawn

11th: Jasmine

10th: Leshawna

9th: Noah

8th: Gwen

7th/6th: Mike

6th/7th: Zoey

5th: Amy

4th: Sanders