Hey guys, hope you had a fun summer!

I do want to address the elephant in the room though: Noah's elimination. Predictably, several of you guys thought the elimination was 'cheap' or 'too sudden'. I understand these feelings but…that's sort of what I was going for. It's akin to LeShawna's elimination in TDI, Harold in TDA, Noah in TDWT etc etc. It's SUPPOSED to feel cheap. I understand you might not agree with it from a narrative perspective but…sometimes contrivances happen in stories. I know, not exactly the best excuse, yada yada. The most valid argument I saw was cutting two big players right off the bat in the merge in both Gwen and Noah. Gwen was supposed to be a surprise cut with her plots left unfinished. Noah, though? I say his plots were mostly wrapped up. Zoey and Izzy are long gone. His friendship with Owen is repaired. His deceit to Lightning was exposed and punished. Sure, maybe I could've revealed it in Transylvania and had a full episode of Lightning ranting about how he hates Noah and wants him gone before getting rid of him finally…but what's the point? Was there really anything Noah left unfinished? I understand many of you are big fans of him (as am I) but aside from the OG draft of this story where he placed 6th, he's always been early merge material.

Anywho, now that that's out of the way, let's get onto the chapter. Technically, techinically this should be a Rest Day, as we've had three eliminations since the last one (Shawn, Gwen, Noah,) but with the Aftermath and there sort of being a Rest Day/two parter before the Transylvania challenge, I'm postponing it until after this chapter. So the next Rest Day will be after this one, and will take place in the location of this chapter.

"Last time, on Total Drama Generations!" The plane was shown flowing through the sky. "Duncan got drunk, Scott found the idol, and Jo bothered Bridgette…all before we got out of Transylvanian airspace!" Duncan snoring with his half-empty bottle, Scott finding the idol, and Jo mocking Bridgette were shown in quick succession. "We touched down in Seoul, South Korea, one of the technical beacons of the world! There, we had our contestants strap into newly created Virtual Reality technology, and survive a zombie apocalypse along the streets of a ruined Seoul!" The campers strapped in, then zombies everywhere were shown. "Dawn, Jo and Lightning were able to secure themselves immunity, but the real juice came in the form of Scott, who nuked Noah's game by informing Lightning of all the deceiving the egghead had done to him since the early episodes of the season!" Scott and Lightning were in the dumpster, with Lightning speaking earnestly to an increasingly outraged Lightning. "Thus, that sent Noah's game crumbling down around him, and he was booted off the show." The final barf bag was tossed to Scott, and Noah sighed in defeat. "But not before exposing the anti-Gen I alliance of Scott, Sammy, Jasmine and Jo! He also might've planted seeds of doubt amongst the smarter competitors…" Noah's warning was cut short by Scott's barf bag, and he was sent falling. "Where will we take our competitors next? Who will be eliminated next? Find out, right here, right now, on Total! Drama! Generations!"

The shot opened on Second Class, where four campers were currently sleeping. Owen, Bridgette, Jasmine and Sammy each reclined on one of the average chairs. All seemed asleep…until a certain amazonian opened an eye. She raised her head sightly, and surveyed the three sleeping blondes.

Owen was conked out, pretzel crumbs all over his face and a sad expression on his face as he slept.

Bridgette was curled on her side, chest rising and falling peacefully.

Sammy…well Sammy was about to be awake. Jasmine gracefully got to her feet and crept across the room. She tapped Sammy on the shoulder gently, awakening her from her slumber.

"Uhhh…" Sammy groaned as she opened her eyes. "Jasmine? Whut's going on?"

Jasmine lowered her voice. "I need to talk with ya, Sammy."

Sammy turned onto her side, showing her back to Jasmine. "Not now, Jasmine…I'm tired. We can talk in the morning."

Jasmine shook her head, and reached out to jostle her friend again. "C'mon, Sammy…"

Sammy woke up again, this time none too pleased, and leveled a sleepy glare at Jasmine. "Ugh, not now, Jasmine! I'm trying to sleep! We can talk tomorrow!" Her piece said, she grabbed the pillow she had snagged from Wawanakwa to cover her head pointedly.

Jasmine smacked her hand across her face and dragged it down, sighing.

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

"What is it with her," Jasmine sighs, annoyed. "Ever since she's been hanging with Scott, it's like I come second to him! It's really bothering me. Ever since she came back I've been trying to warn her about that dodgy bugger." She crosses her arms, "especially since Heather and Alejandro warned me about him. I need to have a serious talk with her."

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

(Confessional: Sammy.)

Sammy is still in her PJs, and is tired. "I don't know what's up with Jasmine recently. She's been so…clingy. Ever since I came back, it's like she's always checking up on me, especially when I'm hanging out with Scott." She crosses her arms, "it's really getting annoying…"

(End Confessional: Sammy.)

(Confessional: Duncan.)

"Being on the wrong end of the votes twice in a row is really concerning," Duncan grunts, having recovered from his hangover. He cracks his neck. "Not that I care that Noah is gone whatsoever, but the dork did at least spill the beans on the alliance that voted Gwen off." He shook his head, "I need to get some allies together quickly." He crosses his arms and smirks, "if there's one thing I'm good at, it's working under pressure. These losers won't know what hit 'em."

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

Duncan, who had spent the day hungover and napping, wasn't particularly sleepy anymore. If anything, he was annoyed as he leaned against the uncomfortable bench in Loser Class.

He stared across at Scott, who had also been banished to Loser Class. The farm boy was sleeping soundly, sprawled across the bench as if it were some luxurious Queen mattress.

"Can't seep, amigo?"

Duncan turned to the source of the voice. Across from him, on the opposite bench, Alejandro was sat up, green eyes gleaming in the dim night light.

"Ale-Pretty-boy," Duncan rolled his eyes, "here I thought I could go the whole merge without having to talk to your slimy ass."

Alejandro smirked, looking down at Heather, who had her head in his lap and was fast asleep. His left hand absentmindedly stroked her hair. "My old friend…how has life been treating you?"

Duncan made a rather rude noise. "So you leave your friends at the mercy of some mutated homeschooled abomination? At least you did me the favor of ignoring me in All-Stars."

Alejandro rubbed his goatee with his free hand, "surely you understand my strategy. I couldn't risk you winning immunity, Duncan. You're far too strong a competitor."

Duncan digested that for a second. "Yeah…maybe I used to be."

"Ah, you're referring to your troubles with Gwen?" Alejandro nodded, "a truly tumultuous situation." He smirked a little. "And cut so short, too…"

"Pfft, what do you know about my situation with Gwen, dickwad?"

"…Everything, actually," Alejandro said with a chuckle. "Perks of being an Aftermath host. We have access to all the footage."

"Really?"

"Of course. How else could we know what to grill the losers on?" Alejandro returned his focus to grooming Heather's hair as she slept.

A thrilling chill shot through Duncan's spine, the feeling electric. He sat up straighter, now gazing at Alejandro with a keen intensity.

Alejandro noticed, and quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, what's this? It's been quite some time since I've seen this spark from you, Duncan…"

"Wait, was this like in All-Stars? When you caught Mal red-handed?" Duncan asked.

"Si. It's just a separate room off the Aftermath set." Alejandro nodded. "I must admit my curiosity on your curiosity about this…"

Duncan rubbed his chin, not answering the manipulator. His brain was whirring. Without saying anything, he stood up and jogged out of Economy Class.

The ringing of his footsteps on the metal woke both Scott and Heather, who both sat up quickly.

"What's going on?" Heather asked sleepily.

"Damn those bunnies!" Scott cried, still half-asleep.

Alejandro's eyes were on the exit of Loser Class, a smirk on his face. "Rest easy, Chica. I think a shark is going for the minnows now…"

The camera zoomed over to show Duncan hurrying along the dim metal hallway. He pushed aside the curtain and entered Second Class. His eyes zoned in on the sleeping Owen.

"Whaddya doin, mate?"

Duncan jumped in surprise, not expecting to hear anyone talking. He turned to the source of the noise, that being a wary Jasmine.

"I need to talk with Owen," Duncan told her simply. He turned to the big lug and jabbed him in the ribs.

"Ack!" Owen coughed up a couple of pretzels as he woke, rubbing at his eyes blearily. "Whuzzgoinon?"

Duncan clamped a hand roughly over Owen's mouth, silencing him. "Hey bud, let's go get a midnight snack."

Drool began to leak through Duncan's fingers, which were still covering Owen's mouth.

"Dude, gross!" Duncan removed his hand quickly and wiped it off on Owen's shirt.

Owen stood up and jerked his thumb at the exit to Second Class. "Snack?"

Duncan nodded and the two began to move.

Jasmine watched the two, sensing something juicy brewing. She got up and jogged after them. "Oi, wait up. I'll join you."

Duncan quickly turned around and shook his head. "Nah ah, sister. This is some late night bro talk."

"Aw, c'mon, Dunc!" Owen proclaimed, "Jasmine's basically a bro! We're homies!" He offered Jasmine a fist bump, "right, dude?" He giggle-snorted.

Jasmine rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Sure thing, mate." She bopped her knuckles against his.

Duncan rubbed his face, clearly not happy about the turn of events. "Ugh, fine."

The three entered the Dining Area and took a seat at one of the tables.

"What's up, man?" Owen asked his bud. "I was having a dream of eating cheesy balls with Noah…" he sighed heavily, "oh Noah, why must our time on a jet be cut short again?"

"I was just thinking over what Noah had said before he left," Duncan said, before shooting a suspicious glance Jasmine's way. "Do you really have to be here?"

Jasmine just scoffed. "If it's dirt on Scott, I'm ya friend, mate. I can't stand the slimy little bugger."

"Isn't he like dating your best friend?" Duncan asked her curiously.

Jasmine thumped the table with a fist, ratting everything on the tabletop. "Not if I have anything to say about it. He's bad for her, and I want him gone the moment I can."

Duncan and Owen stared at her, alarmed at her outburst. Jasmine slowly lowered back into her seat. "Sorry," she huffed, "continue."

Duncan shook his head, returning to the subject at hand. "Look, Noah was about to say something before he got hurled outta the plane?" He looked to Owen. "You and him were best buds. Did he say anything to you?"

Owen mulled it over, looking nervously from Jasmine to Duncan. "I…dunno if I should say right now." Very unsubtly, he pointed to Jasmine and jerked his head in her direction.

Duncan pieced it together pretty quickly. "What, is Jasmine one of 'the others' that Noah mentioned?"

Jasmine scoffed. "You're really gonna rat me out like that, mate?"

Owen shrugged, a slight frown appearing on his face. "You didn't include me in the alliance anyways. What's up with that?"

"Err…I dunno, I guess I got caught up with Sammy coming back," Jasmine admitted.

"Look, I don't give a crap about your friendship problems or whatever." Duncan grunted. "Owen, what did Noah say?"

"He thinks…he thinks Scott got a bunch of information from when he was on the Aftermaths," Owen finally spilled the beans. "Noah said that Lightning mentioned something he had said in a Confessional. And he thinks Scott knew about it, and told Lightning in order to split them up."

Jasmine and Duncan were stunned into silence at this.

"Shit," Duncan finally cursed, "you mean like when Alejandro snuck into the room in All-Stars?"

"I remember when he did that," Jasmine said, her eyebrows raised in surprise, "you think they had something similar on the Aftermath Set?"

"It's definitely possible," Duncan rubbed his chin pensively.

"That makes him real dangerous, doesn't it, Dunc?" Owen asked nervously. "I mean…he knows everything, then, right?"

"If it's true, he's gotta go," Duncan agreed. "He's way too big a threat."

"There's a way to turn it against him, maybe," Jasmine offered. "We blow his game up."

"We don't have any proof," Duncan shook his head.

"What if Lightning speaks up too?" Owen questioned. "He was the one that actually learned this stuff from Scott, right?"

"Ooh, that could work!" Jasmine agreed.

"Good call, Owen!" Duncan said warmly, offering his friend a fist bump which was happily returned. "We can talk to him tomorrow."

Owen giggled. "Ooh, so is this like an alliance? I'd love to be working with my two best buds left in the game!"

Jasmine and Duncan glanced at each other.

"Fine," Duncan said reluctantly.

"At least until Scott is outta here," Jasmine agreed.

"Yay!"

(Confessional: Duncan.)

"As if I wanna work with Jasmine," Duncan scoffs, "she sent Gwen packing. I won't forgive any of them for that. Not getting to make things right…" his fists tighten by his side, "it's brutal, man…"

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

(Confessional: Alejandro.)

"I of course followed and heard everything. How delicious."

(End Confessional: Alejandro.)

Up in First Class, Lightning and Scott were fast asleep. Only one of the inhabitants was awake, and she was staring out the window into the night sky.

Jo was in a very good mood. She had just won a challenge, and the alliance she had spent the late pre-merge building had just taken out two of the OG contestants. Gwen and Noah, back to back. Two strong players and two thorns in her side were sent sailing out of the plane.

However, there was one thing bugging her. She rummaged into her tracksuit pocket and pulled out the crumped Invincibility Statue clue she had received back on the island. She re-read if for the umpteenth time…but this time something different happened.

Something clicked.

"First Class," she whispered, looking around, "Wait a minute…I'm in first class! Corn and rye, corn and rye…ain't that an alcohol?"

She leapt to her feet and jogged quietly over to the bar. She leapt up onto the bar and quickly began taking bottles off the shelf.

Then…she saw it…she saw…a space on the shelf that lacked a fine layer of dust. There was no bottle that she had removed, and she looked at the bottle that was right infant of it.

"Whiskey…corn and rye…" she groaned. As if to rub salt in the wound, there was a little plaque engraved in the shelf that said "Congrats!" It didn't take a genius to find out that it was gone.

"No…" she whispered, "damn…"

(Confessional: Jo.)

"It's gone?!" Jo hollers, "it's…GONE?! How the hell is it gone?! How could anyone have possible found the idol?! I'm the only one with the clue!"

(End Confessional: Jo.)

The next morning, the nine remaining contestants found themselves in the Dining Area eating breakfast together.

The vibes were solemn and quiet. Lightning, despite getting Noah eliminated, was keeping to himself.

Jo was absolutely stewing, still incensed about her idol. This didn't go unnoticed by the others, and it wasn't long before someone oblivious pointed it out.

"Is your airline breakky not suiting you, Jo?" Owen called across the Dining Area. "Cuz I'll eat it if you don't want it."

"Stuff it, Glutton Boy," Jo grumbled.

"Hey, easy," Bridgette defended her friend. "Back off, Jo."

Jo just sneered at the two blondes and returned to stabbing at her food.

"Hey."

Lightning looked up from his food to see Duncan standing over him. "What?" The jock asked.

"Let's talk."

"About what?"

"Keep your voice down," Duncan shushed him, sitting across from Lightning and ducking his head in. His tone was barely above a whisper. "I need some intel."

Lightning just stared at Duncan, waiting for him to continue.

"How did you find out about Noah backstabbing you?"

Lightning rolled his eyes, returning most of his attention back to his food. "Why do you care, Prison Crybaby?"

Duncan didn't look amused at the nickname, but chose not to comment. "Because I need to know, dickwad. Did Scott tell you?"

"None ya business," Lightning snapped, raising his voice a little, "Go away."

Most of the others looked over at the two, but Duncan paid them no mind. This was perfect. "Tell me, Lightning. Was it him? Does he have more information?"

"Lightning ain't telling you squat!"

"What are you two babies arguing about?" Jo whined.

"Something's weird," Duncan stood up and adressed the room as a whole, raising his voice. All eyes were on him, and he took a deep breath. The punk was strangely calm, mostly because he knew if he played his cards right, Scott would likely be exposed. He was pretty sure he had figured out how Scott knew the things he did, but he needed to get some proof. "There's information out in the open that shouldn't be out in the open."

"Yeah!" Owen piped up, getting up from his seat and smacking his hands on the table, a rare serious expression on his normally jovial face. "That's right!"

Jo crossed her arms, the gears turning in her head. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the whole reason your alliance voted for Noah last night," Duncan countered.

"He was a dirty deceiving liar!" Lightning spoke up, standing up from his chair too. "He got what he deserved!"

"Don't talk about him like that!" Owen barked.

"Fool, you're like the nicest guy ever," Lightning scoffed, exasperation evident in his tone. "How you gonna be best buds with someone like him?"

"Enough with the quibbling, you two," Jasmine shushed them, remaining calm and stoic amidst the growing tensions. "What's this Duncan was saying about information being out in the open?"

Owen tore his frown from Lightning and looked at his Aussie bud. "Well…Noah says that he thinks Scott saw all the footage when he was on the Aftermath set…"

Scott, who had been watching this unfold with only mild interest, choked on his bite of airplane food and began coughing. Sammy, who was next to him, quickly smacked him on the back several times to calm him down.

Once his windpipe was clear, Scott leveled a glare at the pudgy winner. "What the heck are you talking about?"

"Noah said that it was the only way for him to know about what he had done with Sky and Zoey," Owen said stubbornly.

"So he admitted to doing those scummy things?" Scott scoffed. "Why is this even an issue!? You all should be thanking me for getting rid of such an eel."

"Hold on, that's neither here or there," Duncan interjected. "Noah's a piece of crap, sure, but so are you."

"Y'know, I did hear that the Aftermath Studio had access to the footage…" Jasmine spoke up.

Scott just rolled his eyes. "And where'd you hear that from? If I remember correct, you ain't been there."

"Alejandro told me."

The hick just laughed obnoxiously. "Right. Cause Alejandro is a trustworthy source. Aren't you supposed to be kinda smart?"

Jasmine glared at him, then turned to Sammy. "You're just gonna let him talk to me like that?"

Sammy looked down awkwardly. "Uh…why don't we all just calm down?"

"I'm calm!" Jasmine said, suddenly not sounding very calm at all. "Crikey, Sammy, what's gotten into you?"

"Don't you start harping on her," Scott told Jasmine waspishly, instantly coming to Sammy's defense. "Leave her out of this."

Suddenly, a freakishly sharp noise ripped through the Dining Area, forcing everyone into silence as they covered their ears.

They all looked around, expecting to see Chris standing there…but it was not Chris who had made such a noise.

Jo pulled her trusty whistle from her lips. "Are all you babies done crying?" She asked, "or do I need to give ol Bessie here another couple of blows?"

"Put that silver noise devil away," Lightning grunted, cleaning out his ears.

"Lightning's the only one that can confirm what we're suspecting," Duncan grunted, walking over to stand next to his buddy Owen.

Bridgette joined the two Gen I guys. "Look, Owen isn't one to just make stuff up. And if Noah was thinking it, it might be true. He is pretty smart."

"Nuh-uh," Lightning shook his head, "Lightning ain't saying nothing."

(Confessional: Lightning.)

"Lightning figures he owes Scott one on account of him showing the light to the Lightning," Lightning explains, "but if he really does know everything…that makes him sha-dangerous. Lightning will have to stay on his toes around the smelly guy."

(End Confessional: Lightning.)

"Well here's what I think," Jo snapped, digging into her pocket and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. "I think that Noah was right, because it's the only thing that makes sense."

"What is that, a used napkin?" Bridgette muttered, a little grossed out.

Jo unfurled the paper and waved it around. "No, this was a clue to the immunity idol I got back when we voted for those prizes."

Gasps.

"Hold the gasps, I'm not finished yet," Jo said irritably. "I found out where the idol was supposed to be, and it was already gone. I was the only one with a clue…unless someone else watched me get it! I only talked about what it said in Confessionals!"

"Oh please," Scott scoffed, "this could all be a ruse to make people think you don't have the idol when you actually do!"

"Where was the idol supposed to be?" Duncan asked, ignoring Scott.

"First Class," Jo grunted. "Behind a stupid bottle of whiskey."

"And Scott was up there after the first challenge!" Duncan gasped. "He definitely has it!"

"I don't have the idol, you guys are being way too paranoid!" Scott exclaimed, frustration and nervousness starting to edge into his tone a little.

More and more people were turning to Lightning now.

"We have to know, Lightning!"

"What did Scott say?"

"Is it true? Does he know everything?"

Lightning bit his lip, looking around at all of them. He eventually caught the eye of the one person who had yet to say a single word during this whole altercation.

Dawn peered back at him, and it was as if he could hear exactly what she was going to say to him.

Cheaters never prosper.

She gave him a tiny nod, and his resolve crumbled.

"Alright alright, stop badgering the Lightning!" Lightning exclaimed, putting his hands over his ears to stop the onslaught of questions. "The truth is…Scott did tell Lightning that he saw all the footage!"

Scott blanched, and Sammy covered her mouth in shock.

"I knew it!" Jasmine snapped. "I knew he was a cheating little weasel!"

"Give me my idol," Jo snapped, advancing on the still sitting farm boy.

"I don't have the idol, and Lightning's lying too," Scott spat, edging his chair away from the jockette.

"Now I know you ain't calling Lightning a liar," Lightning scoffed. "Lightning appreciates you exposing Noah's dirty laundry and all, but at least man up to what you did."

Scott groaned and slapped his forehead. "Me and my big mouth…okay fine. I saw most of the footage when I was on the Aftermath set! Happy?"

"Very," Duncan said smugly. "Happy to send your ass packing this challenge, that's for sure."

"It's really not that big of a deal," Scott huffed. "The only valuable thing I learned was the Noah thing, and I got that little twerp outta here. Which is a benefit to us all," he added. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out the Invincibility Statue. "Oh, and I got this little baby, of course."

Jo cracked her knuckles. "You little turd…give that here!"

"It's mine," Scott said snidely.

"Don't try and flex it like it'll save you," Duncan scoffed, "if we have to flush the idol out then so be it."

"Sure, but which one of you unlucky dorks is gonna take the fall when I play this bad boy?" Scott asked. "Besides, you guys might not wanna be so quick to vote me off…not that you'd know why…heheheheh…"

There was a brief silence as the others digested his words.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" Bridgette asked.

"I mean, taking me to the end might be your best bet…" Scott said cryptically. Then, much less cryptically, he added, "especially cuz it's a jury vote to decide the winner of this season."

"A jury vote? Just like in Total Drama Action!" Owen gasped. "Is it true?!"

"He's probably lying to cover his butt," Jo snapped.

"I'm not lying, but there's no way for me to prove it to you," Scott shrugged. "You'll just have to take my word for it." He pocketed the Invincibility Statue. "But yeah, whatever. Thanks a lot for ratting me out, Lightning. See if I ever help you out again."

Lightning looked away, conflicted.

"Do not chastise him for telling the truth, Scott," Dawn said sharply, walking up to Lightning and putting a comforting hand on his arm. "Your misdeeds are coming back to haunt you. After all your time on this show and the cruel things you have done, I doubt this comes as a surprise to you. It is not the first time."

"Whatever," Scott scoffed. "Can we just land already and get this stupid challenge done?"

"Sounds good to me, Scott!" Chris agreed.

Everyone but Dawn turned in surprise to see Chris chilling at one of the tables, eating some popcorn.

"How long have you been there?" Owen asked curiously.

"About ten minutes or so," Chris said, popping a few kernels into his mouth. "Great TV, by the way. The audience really eats up these group arguments. Nice work."

"Stuff it," Duncan rolled his eyes. "Just tell us where this stupid challenge is already."

The plane shuddered as it touched down onto land, and the campers all tensed in anticipation.

"Alright, let's head out and see where we are at," Chris smirked, "something tells me you guys are gonna like it."

(Confessional: Scott.)

"So, that didn't take long for my game to get blown up," Scott groans. "Whatever, I knew it was probably gonna happen. Hopefully the threat of a jury vote keeps them off my back a bit." He looks at the camera, as if it's speaking to him. "Is there actually a jury vote? Heck if I know, but it sounded good at the time, so I just threw it out there. Anything that'll give them a bit of doubt it good in my books."

(End Confessional: Scott.)

(Confessional: Sammy.)

"Ugh, how did that get so ugly," Sammy sighs, rubbing her face tiredly. "I thought coming back would be fun, but Jasmine really seems to have it out for Scott. Like, he's just playing the game and getting the best advantages he can. I don't see why she's so upset about it. Oh well, I'm sure we can smooth things over and go forward with out alliance. With me, Scott, Jasmine and Jo…all we need is Lightning, who owes Scott big time, to join with us and it's a 5-4 majority. Those old schoolers don't stand a chance."

(End Confessional: Sammy.)

(Confessional: Duncan.)

Duncan doesn't look particularly happy. "Great, so Scott has an idol. That makes things more difficult. But, I can shake things up maybe, as long as Lightning doesn't align with that other side." He shakes his head, "if he does, we're screwed."

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

The eight contestants walked out of the Jumbo Jet to pearly white sand, cerulean blue sky, and an absolutely delightful warm breeze. They gazed out over palm trees, crystal clear water, and litter beach shacks.

"Wow…" Sammy whispered.

"Welcome, to Barbados!" Chris introduced. "One of the worlds most popular vacation destinations, Barbados is absolutely gorgeous in both its scenery, weather, and inhabitants!"

Bridgette's smile was radiant, and her eyes were huge as she looked around. "It's paradise!" She exclaimed.

"That it is," Chris agreed. "Today's challenge stems from some of Barbados's most famous history: Rum running!"

"Rum-whatting?" Owen asked, confused.

"Rum running," Chris repeated. "Back in the 1900's, America went through what is known as 'Prohibition', where all forms of alcohol were illegal."

"Sucks to be them," Duncan remarked.

"You're telling me," Chris agreed. "Much like Duncan here, the Americans didn't like that, and would find ways to drink. One such way was sailing out into international waters off the East Coast of the United States to collect rum from other countries. One of the most common? Rum from…you guess it, Barbados!"

"So what, we're smuggling booze into other countries for our challenge today?" Jo asked impatiently, "skip the history lesson and get on with it!"

"You are a rude lady," Chris told Jo placidly.

"Rude indeed," Bridgette agreed.

"Super rude," Chris confirmed.

"The rudest," Bridgette continued.

"Her favorite restaurant is Rude-y Tuesday's," Chris guessed.

Bridgette smirked, "nice one."

"I know."

"I will hit both of you," Jo warned.

Chris held up his hands innocently, though his shit-eating smirk kind of ruined the effect. "Anyways, your challenge today is simple. Change into your swimsuits and meet me down by the beach, and I'll explain it."

(Confessional: Owen.)

Owen is unusually relaxed and stoic as he sits in his bathing suit. "I gotta win this challenge and avenge my little buddy!" He says determinedly, "Scott may have been crafty and one-upped Noah, but I can play this game too!" He punches his palm with his hand. "Scott better watch out!"

(End Confessional: Owen.)

(Confessional: Bridgette.)

"Hopefully this will be some sort of water challenge!" Bridgette says excitedly, picking at her wetsuit, "I really want to win a challenge or two and prove to people everywhere that I can play this game and be a competitor! This seems like a great chance to do just that!"

(End Confessional: Bridgette.)

Down in the surf of the beautiful beach, the eight contestants were ready to start the challenge.

"Here's how it works," Chris explained, "when I blow the airhorn, you all must race into the water and dive down to the floor. There are keys to boats scattered around the ocean floor. Grab one, and swim off to the motorboats." The camera panned farther into the ocean to show eight smaller motorboats floating in the water. "Once you're on your boats and have it started up, you need to sail around to three small islands and complete the challenge there to grab your casket of rum. Load all three caskets on to your boat and sail into International waters to sell the rum. Bring the gold coins you receive as payment back to the beach here to win."

"Seems simple enough," Jo admitted.

"Maybe," Chris admitted, "but be warned! There are pirates out there looking to pillage your rum!"

"And by pirates you mean Chef, I assume…" Sammy sighed.

"Pretty much. He'll be shooting canon balls and grappling hooks from his own boot. If he catches or sinks your boat, you're out."

"But how many people win immunity?" Dawn asked, not-so-subtly staring at Scott.

"First two back will be safe from votes tonight," Chris confirmed.

"Ugh," Duncan groaned, "when will the solo immunity challenges start?"

Scott smirked, "the more immunity available the better in my book."

"You would think that," Jasmine glared at him.

"Enough….chitter chatter," Chris Mal'd, "Blackbeard Chef will start hunting you in fifteen minutes, On your marks…get set…go!"

"SHA-BAM!" Lightning blew past the group and dove into the surf, powering through towards the marked off area to begin searching for keys.

"Oh no you don't" Bridgette cried, running in after him and gliding through the water at remarkable speed. "You might be more fit, but I know how to swim!"

The rest of the group clambered in after the two, and began searching for their keys.

"Alright, we gotta win this immunity," Duncan said to Owen as they swam towards the designated area. "If you and I both win, we can burn Scott's idol and neither one of us will be at risk for going home."

"Yeah," Owen agreed as he doggie-paddled. "I wonder who Scott would vote off in that case?"

"Who cares, probably Dawn or something," Duncan replied. "But then we could just get him out next round. We'd still have the numbers. I doubt Jasmine is gonna be voting with them any more, right?"

"I dunno," Owen said, a little nervous. "She and I are pals, but she and Sammy are wayyy closer, and Sammy and Scott are joined at the hip."

Duncan cursed under his breath, "you're right. Well, we'll figure something out." They arrived at the spot with the others, and began diving for keys.

One of the latecomers got extremely fortunate, and found a key resting on the white sand on their first dive-down.

"Woohoo!" Sammy cheered, emerging from the water and padding off towards the boat.

Lightning sprung up right behind her with a key of his own. "Not so fast, uh…" he trailed off, not remembering her name, "you! Lightning's gonna catch ya!" He blitzed after her, throwing up waves in his wake.

"Sammy and Lightning take an early lead," Chris narrated from his spot on a nearby floating dock. The host was reclined on a lounge chair, sipping a fruity cocktail from a coconut. "But there's still a long ways to go in this challenge!"

Jo surfaced from the water, annoyed and rubbing at her eyes. "Gah! Stupid salt water in my eyes. It makes seeing tough!"

Bridgette emerged right next to Jo, "Not if you're used to it," the blonde smirked, holding up a key. "See ya!"

Jo growled curses under her breath and dove back beneath the surface.

As Lightning clambered upon his boat, Duncan and Jasmine both retrieved their own keys and made their way towards the boats.

"First place for the Lightning! Sha-Bizzle! Sha-Boozle! Sha-Wooptoozle!" With the keys in the ignition, Lightning sped off towards the first island.

"Lightning widens the lead," Chris narrated, "and Sammy finally approaches her boat. Bridgette has made good ground right behind her, and Duncan and Jasmine are no slouches either!"

Owen, Jo, Scott, and Dawn had managed to finally get their keys, and were puttering off towards their boats and varying speeds.

Sammy clambered onto her boat and looked across the water to see Bridgette already riding off in hers. "Ugh, c'mon Sammy!" She chided herself, "move faster!"

One by one, everyone made it onto their boats and sped off towards the mainland. The current order was as follows:

Lightning, Bridgette, Sammy, Jasmine, Duncan, Scott, Jo, Owen, Dawn.

(Confessional: Lightning.)

"Lightning was zooming into the lead," Lightning says proudly. "He was cutting through the water like wham! Then his boat was like vroom! And he was thinking, 'who needs that little backstabber anyways? Lightning's always been good as a team of one…and now he can actually BE a Team of One because he don't HAVE a team no more! It's one thing when you got official teammates, but now we're in the merge! It's every playa for himself, and Lightning's the playa-est playa!"

(End Confessional: Lightning.)

(Confessional: Scott.)

"I'm not worried about going home tonight," Scott says honestly, "because if I don't win immunity, I'll just play my idol tonight and I'll be fine. But I'd really rather save it for another time. I think this all might blow over if I play my cards right, so buying some more time with a challenge win would be sweet. Didn't have the best start to the challenge, though. I've always been a bit sketched out by water since Fang…"

(End Confessional: Scott.)

Lightning was approaching the first island, and he was ready for his challenge. He leapt onto the sandy beach and looked around.

The island was small, about the size of a football field, but covered in dense, leafy foliage.

"Lightning don't see the challenge," Lightning frowned, craning his neck into the jungle. "How the heck is he supposed to know what to do? It's too green up in there!"

The sound of another boat alerted him, and he saw Bridgette and Sammy pull up Ito shore in their boats. Across the water, more and more boats could be seen approaching. Lightning was losing his lead.

"Sha-crap! No more time to waste!" Lightning dove into the dense jungle and began fighting his way through the thick plants. "C'mon, barrels! Where ya at!"

Sammy and Bridgette jumped onto shore and, seeing Lightning dive in, also jumped into the jungle.

Soon, all nine campers were digging around in the foliage, back on even footing as they searched and pawed through the plants in an effort to locate the barrels.

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

"We didn't know where those first barrels were," A disgruntled Jasmine explains. "All we knew was that this tiny island was covered in plants and that the barrels were hidden somewhere on it. It was a madhouse."

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

"Heh," Scott chuckled, digging through the sandy dirt in his search for barrels. "This ain't so tough. It's just like Easter egg hunting back on the farm!" As if to prove his point, his fingers jammed into something wooden and he withdrew them with a sharp hiss. "Yeowch! Jackpot!" He unearthed a barrel and hoisted it over his shoulder. As each barrel was about the size of a medium dog, it wasn't too difficult to carry.

He began shouldering his way through the leafy jungle back towards the shore before bumping into Jasmine. Literally. His barrel bonked her on the shoulder despite the fact that he was carrying it at head height, and she glared down at the top of his ginger head.

"Watch where you're going, mate," she said shortly.

"Right back at ya," Scott said snidely as he regained his footing. "What's with your sour attitude with me, anyways? We're in an alliance together, y'know. You didn't have to come at me that hard back in the Dining Hall."

Jasmine glared at him. "I know your game, Scott. I know you're just using Sammy to get further in the game, and I will stop you."

Scott looked genuinely surprised by this, and a little hurt as well. "Look, Sammy doesn't need you babysitting her," he told her sharply, "and for the record, I am not using her."

Jasmine barked out a disbelieving laugh. "You actually expect me to believe that, you little codger?" She shoved the farm boy out of the way and continued her trek into the jungle. "Get outta my way, and stay away from Sammy."

Scott glared at her retreating back, but said nothing else. He turned back towards shore with his barrel and continued onwards.

As he emerged back onto the sand of the beach, he saw Lightning, Bridgette and Owen tossing their barrels onto their boats and speeding off as well.

Scott sped off after them.

Duncan and Sammy emerged after him and headed for their own boats.

"You're going down, sister," Duncan told Sammy as they waded into the surf, the beautiful sunshine beating down on them. "I know you were a big part of Gwen going home."

"And you were a big part of me going home," Sammy huffed, struggling a bit with the barrel and the waist-high water.

"So why not vote me off, then?" Duncan panted, "why take it out on her?"

"Because she still cast the vote when she didn't have to," Sammy told him bluntly.

"She was just following her word!"

"Well, look where that got her," Sammy's tone had gotten a little waspish, and Duncan felt his temper rising.

The two had reached their boats, and they each tossed the barrel on board before clambering in themselves.

"I'll avenge her," Duncan vowed.

"I'll send you after her so you can finally make up," Sammy shot back, her own temper flaring. She revved her boat and sped off, and Duncan turned his boat just in time to avoid getting soaked by her wake.

(Confessional: Sammy.)

"Ugh!" Sammy has her arms crossed and is tapping her foot on the ground angrily. "Duncan is such a baby. I understand he's upset about voting Gwen off. I still feel bad about it myself! But he needs to understand that it wasn't just a personal move, but a good game one as well!"

(End Confessional: Sammy.)

Lightning, Bridgette and Owen arrived at the second island within seconds of each other, and this time the challenge was much more evident.

There were eight large wooden structures. Each one was a table about three fight high with 15 flat, sliding wooden blocks on it. Each block had something different painted on it.

"A slide puzzle!" Owen gasped, "I haven't done one of these in ages!"

Lightning smacked his face, "A puzzle?! Sha-laaaaame."

Bridgette jogged over to the nearest one and began sliding stuff around. "Okay, it's tricky…but not stupidly hard," she muttered to herself, continuing to slide it around.

Lightning and Owen arrived at their own tables and began sliding it around, with little success.

Chris sped by on a boat, "and Owen, Lightning and Bridgette stall a bit at the puzzle! The others are gonna have time to catch up!"

"Man, why couldn't this challenge have been before we kicked off Traitory Smart Guy?" Lightning complained, wiping some sweat from his brow as he glared down at his puzzle.

Soon enough, Scott, Sammy, Dawn, and Duncan had arrived.

"Crap!" Lightning cursed, looking over as Dawn took the puzzle table next to him. "Oh, hey Creepy Girl!"

"Greetings," Dawn greeted quietly, peering down at her table. She began moving tiles around, and Lightning looked on in awe.

"Sha-dang! You're doing that pretty quick!"

"Yeah, these aren't super hard," Scott boasted from the table next to Dawn. "Used to do these all the time back home when-"

"I don't recall anyone asking, Scott," Dawn interrupted, her tone a little snide. "Keep your tidbits to yourself."

Scott closed his mouth, looking a little offended, and didn't bother offering a reply.

"Sha-dang. Shut down," Lightning whistled.

"And Dawn is the first to finish her puzzle!" Chris exclaimed.

As Dawn clicked the last piece into place, a draw on the side of the table opened up, revealing an old, withered key.

"That key will unlock one of the nine barrels of rum," the host explained.

Dawn grabbed the key, but instead of heading to the barrels, she walked over to Lightning's table and began showing him how to complete the puzzle.

"Hey, that's cheating!" Jo cried, having just gotten to her own table.

"No rules against helping," Chris told Jo. "I'll allow it."

"Done!" Scott cried, grabbing his own key.

"Sha-done!" Lightning cried, having finished quickly with Dawn's guidance.

Those that were done unlocked their barrels, but most of the others were struggling.

"Ugh, this is so hard!" Sammy muttered under her breath.

Scott, who was running by with his barrel, stopped in his tracks. He turned to look at Dawn and Lightning, who were running toward their boats, and back at Sammy. With very little hesitation, he ran over to Sammy, startling her.

"Hey," he said breathlessly, "need some help?"

"Me? Oh! Uh, no, I'm okay," Sammy said quickly, smiling shyly at him. "You already have your barrel, and I know you really wanna win. It's okay, I'll be fine."

Scott set his barrel on the ground and pointed at certain tiles. "It's fine. Just move that one and that one and…"

As he continued to guide Sammy, the nice twin's blush increased, and her little smile grew larger and larger.

Across the beach, a certain Australian's glare got angrier and angrier as she watched them.

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

"He's despicable." Jasmine growls. "And now after knowing that this footage room exists, I know Alejandro was telling the truth about him! Sammy is the sweetest girl I know, but she's also so naive, too. This is the last straw. After the challenge, we're having a serious conversation."

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

Soon enough, it was just Owen and Jo left on the island, shrugging with their puzzles.

"Uh oh, Owen and Jo are in for a nasty surprise," Chris narrated, glee creeping into his voice as he looked out over the water. "It seems Chef Blackbeard has caught up!"

"No!" Jo turned towards the ocean just in time to see a larger boat, manned by several large cannons and Chef in a scarily authentic looking pirate costume, blast two holes into her boat. She could only watch from the island as her boat sank into the ocean. "Crap!"

"Great sandy beaches!" Owen cried as his boat was similarly obliterated. "Now what?!"

"Now nothin, punks," Chef pulled out a megaphone and yelled at the two from his boat. "Y'all butts are out the challenge! Sucks to suck!"

"Damn it!" Jo cursed.

Pleased with himself, Chef set off after the other seven boats. Currently in last place and only a little ways ahead of his boat? Duncan.

The punk sniffed the air, and his eyes widened. "I'd know that BO scent anywhere…Chef!" He turned around, and ducked just in time to avoid a canonball that would have otherwise smacked him off the boat and into the water. "Christ!" He straightened up and leveled a glare at the oncoming danger. "Nice try, Chef! You almost had me!"

Chef just grunted and reloaded his canons.

Up ahead of the pack, Lightning and Dawn were approaching the third and final island. Dawn was actually the first person to set foot on the island, though she looked none to pleased at the challenge awaiting her.

Nine tall flagpoles lay buried in the sand. At the top was a key. At the base of each flagpole was a locked box, presumably containing the third and final barrel of rum. Scattered around the small island were heavy crates that could be stacked to get to the top of the flagpole.

Dawn stared at her own skinny arms and sighed. "Wondrous."

"Sha-JACKPOT!" Lightning cheered, running up beside Dawn and offering her a high-five. "This is easy!"

"For you, perhaps," Dawn told him. "I think I will have much trouble here."

"Pshaw, don't you worry, girl," Lightning assured her. "Lightning always pays his debts! Observe!" Ignoring the crates completely, the big jock leapt up the nearest flagpole and shimmied his way up it, scaling it in no time and removing the key from it's perch. "Heads up!"

Dawn raised her hands in surprise and caught the key, Lightning having tossed it down to her. "Oh wow, thank you Lightning!"

Lightning nodded and slid down, and as Dawn made her way to her boat he climbed the next one and grabbed his own. He jumped down, dashed past Dawn, and made it into his own boat to leave just as Scott and Sammy were arriving.

"Ugh, we gotta hurry!" Scott remarked as he saw Lightning enter his own boat.

Dawn was wading into the water with her key when Chris suddenly sped by on a jetski. "Hold the phone, missy!"

Dawn just stared at him, confused.

"You didn't get that key yourself, I'm afraid I can't let you progress without touching the perch."

"What? But you said we were allowed to help each other!"

"Help each other out, sure. Not do the actual challenge for someone!" The host pointed a stern finger back towards the island. "I won't say it again."

Dawn sighed in defeat, quickly turning to look for Lightning's assistance. Unfortunately for her, Lightning had already sped off, and was well out of earshot. She sighed again.

Scott and Sammy were grunting as they stacked the crates into a tower to stand on. Both of them were surprised to see Dawn rejoin them.

"Didn't you already get your key?" Sammy asked, pausing in the act of picking up a crate.

"Apparently not," Dawn said, a touch bitterly.

Jasmine soon joined them on the beach, but they were all soon distracted by a loud splintering and a frustrated scream from Duncan, as one of Chef's cannonballs finally crunched through his wooden hull.

"Damn it," Duncan muttered as he sank, "I really wanted to beat Scott!"

Scott smirked, but didn't offer any verbal boast at seeing Duncan tank out of the challenge. Instead, he redoubled his efforts on making his tower and grabbing his key.

"Whats the matter, Scott?" Jasmine taunted, going Lightning's route and scaling the pole by herself, "not enough grip strength?"

"Not everyone can be freakishly athletic," Scott scoffed.

"Lucky me, then." Having grabbed her key, she thudded down into the sand and took off into her own boat.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Scott said under his breath. "Not with Chef camping the shores…heheheh."

Sure enough, as Jasmine released her barrel and returned to her boat, she found herself set upon by Chef.

"Whoa!" She swerved her boat out of the way of his onslaught. "At least give a girl a chance to get going, prick!"

Chef, predictably, ignored her and continued firing cannonballs at the survivalist. Despite Jasmine's solid sailing skills, Chef was just too close and too persistent. Within minutes, her boat was in tatters and she was in the water.

"Bugger!"

The radio at Chef's hip buzzed to life, and Chris's voice crackled through. "This is McHottie to Chefita. Lightning's closing in on the trading port. Scott's a bit behind him. Don't let them get an easy win, man!"

Chef eyed Bridgette and Dawn's boats, empty and easy pickings. "But…the blondie's boats!"

"No one cares about them! They're not challenge beasts! Go get Lightning and Scott! Break out the Widowmaker!"

Chef grumbled under his breath, but complied. He walked over to the ned of the boat and ripped off a tarp, revealing a large boat motor. He revved it to life, and sped off into the water.

Far up at the front pack and a decent ways ahead of anyone else, Lightning was approaching the floating platform, where Chris was waiting in an old-timey 1920's outfit.

Lightning pulled up to the platform, grabbed his three barrels, and jumped onto the platform. "Here's your booze, dude! Give Lightning the cash!"

Chris tossed him three gold coins. "Thanks for your services, ser. Can't wait to get sloshed!"

Lightning ignored him and quickly leapt back into the boat. "Here comes victory! Aw yeah!"

As he sped off, Chris sighed and checked his watch. "Where's Chef?! This challenge is in risk of having a seriously boring ending!"

A couple minutes later, Scott showed up with his barrels.

"Scott, you're the second one here," Chris told him, giving him the coins.

"Hah, and there ain't anyone close behind me either," Scott cackled, "I got this immunity in the bag, baby!"

He was soon gone, and Chris was left sighing again. After another ten minutes, Chef finally showed up.

"Took you long enough!" Chris whined, "they're already long gone! What the hell happened!"

Chef glared at Chris and pointed to the motor, which was smoking and sparking. "Maybe if you hadn't cheaped out on the motor I coulda got here quicker!"

"Whatever," Chris scoffed. "This challenge is gonna be anticlimactic."

"You got that right," Chef grumbled. "Sammy's on her way, but Dawn's still stuck on that last island, and Bridgette only just left."

Chris left the platform and hopped onto his jetski. "Let's just head back. Lightning should be back any minute." The host sped off, soaking Chef with a wave of water as he drove by him.

Chef spluttered water and glared after the host. "Pretty boy prick," he grumbled, slowly puttering after the host with his busted motor.

(Confessional: Chris.)

"All I'm asking for is a little dramatic tension in these challenges," Chris whined, "who wants to see Lightning win a million challenges in a row? So boring!"

(End Confessional: Chris.)

(Confessional: Lightning.)

Lightning kisses his biceps. "Lightning does, sha-DUH!"

(End Confessional: Lightning.)

Chris sped back to the start/finish line just as Lightning arrived too.

"And Lightning wins the first immunity spot and gets first place in the challenge," Chris announced, hurrying onto the beautiful beach in an attempt to look put-together and presentable. "Congratulations!"

"Woooo!" Lightning cheered, "another W for the Lightning! Three in a row, baby!"

After a few more minutes, the second person showed up, claiming their immunity.

"Scott, you are also immune tonight. Nice job," Chris congratulated the farm boy.

Scott grinned and pumped his fist. "Let's go!"

Chris turned to Chef. "Aright, challenge is over. Let's get everyone back to the Jet. I have an announcement.

Half an hour later, the nine campers were standing outside the Jumbo Jet. The sun was beginning to set, casting everyone in a warm, orangey light.

"Alright, congratulations again to Scott and Lightning for winning immunity today," Chris told the group.

Jasmine rolled her eyes, and Duncan scoffed under his breath.

"When do we go back up in the sky?" Jasmine asked the host. "I need to talk to people."

"That's the thing, we're not going back up in the Jumbo Jet tonight," Chris told her.

That got some confused reactions from the group.

"Suffering Succatash!" Owen smacked his forehead, "don't tell me this is turning into Total Drama Barbados!"

"Calm your massive man-boobs, Owen, it's just for a night," Chris told him calmly. "Remember how you guys had a rest day every three challenge back on the island? Well, that's still gonna happen. Except now, you'll be spending that Rest Day in the country of that third challenges location."

"Transylvania, Seoul, Barbados!" Bridgette counted off her fingers. "Yay! We get to relax tomorrow here!"

"Alright!" Jo grinned, a rare sign of happiness from the moody girl, "now that's a solid vacation!"

Chris looked pleased with himself, "yeah, I set that up myself. You're welcome."

"Please, I bet you only did it because you wanted to stay in Barbados for a day." Duncan scoffed, crossing his arms and staring at the host skeptically.

"That may be true," Chris admitted, "but my gain is also your gain this time, so a little gratitude doesn't hurt. We're staying at the Crane Hotel, a fancy five-star luxurious wonderful time I can guarantee."

"Nice, can we go there now?" Sammy asked excitedly.

"Not yet," Chris told them. "Someone is still getting voted out tonight, and I only rented four rooms with two beds each. You guys can putter around the beach or the Jet until the Elimination Ceremony, which will be on the beach here TDI style, campfire and all."

"Wait, how does the eliminated person leave if we're not gonna be in the sky?" Scott asked. "I mean, we can't do the Drop of Shame."

"They'll be escorted to the Aftermath set by production," Chris informed them, "no sticking around for the Rest Day."

Scott nodded. "Good."

The host clapped his hands. "Alright. Elimination will be in a couple hours. Get any strategizing done ASAP. I'll be relaxing in my fancy hotel room. Suckers."

The nine collectively flipped him off as he turned his back, but when Chris whipped around the middle fingers were nowhere to be seen. He gave them an "I'm watching you" gesture with his fingers and left.

Jasmine was first to react. She walked up to Sammy and grabbed her arm. "We need talk," she said firmly, "alone."

Sammy shrugged, "okay, sure thing."

The two walked off, and the seven others eyed them warily…but none moreso than Scott.

(Confessional: Scott.)

"Jasmine is a serious thorn in my side," Scott grumbles, "she seems to have it in her head that I'm just using Sammy. Which is NOT true!" He drums his fingers against his crossed arms, annoyed. "Like, I actually really like her, okay! But I can't just let that get out and around, because then we'll be targeted more than we already are! Besides, I don't know how she feels about me…I mean, I think she likes me? But like," he shakes his head, "girls can be tough to read!"

(End Confessional: Scott.)

(Confessional: Dawn.)

Dawn takes a deep breath, as if trying to calm herself. "Brace yourself," she tells herself calmly, eyes closed. "The storm that is about to rock this game will not be a pretty one."

(End Confessional: Dawn.)

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

Jasmine glares at the camera. "It's time to put a stop to Scott's charade. This ends now."

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

While Jasmine and Sammy walked off down the beach, Jo shot Scott a knowing look. The two turned at the same time to look at Lightning, who was jogging in place.

"Yo, jockstrap!" Jo walked over to the alpha male with Scott in tow. "Let's chat."

Lightning turned to see his old teammates approaching him. "What do you two want?"

They led Lightning down the beach, away from prying ears. "Let's talk the vote." Jo told him. "As much as it makes me wanna hurl, it looks like you might be the swing vote in this nine person shitshow."

"What do you mean?" Lightning asked, "Lightning ain't so good with numbers. He's gotten better, but he still ain't great with all this strategy numerical mumbo-jumbo."

"I'll paint in real simple for ya, then," Scott told the jockstrap. "We've got me, Jo, Sammy and Jasmine in an alliance. Then Owen, Duncan and Bridgette on the other side. Dawn hates my guts probably, so she ain't voting with us. And if she ain't with us, then she's with them. That's 4-4. Then you come in."

Lightning rubbed his chin. "So Lightning gets to decide who's going home? That's kinda cool."

"Cool only if you side with us, dork," Jo scowled.

"Who would you guys wanna vote for tonight?" Lightning asked.

"Definitely not Dawn," Scott said quickly, knowing full well how close she and Lightning were. "She's the least of my worries on the other side."

Lightning visibly relaxed. "Sha-good."

"I think the obvious choice is Duncan," Jo offered. "The other three aren't really threatening."

Scott nodded. "Agreed. All he's done is mope around and sulk since Gwen left. We'd practically be doing him a favor by sending him to go be with her so they can figure their stuff out."

"Put, that's fine with the Lightning. He's tired of his stanky attitude anyways." Lightning agreed. "He can't promise anything long term since he don't exactly like you two, but he's with you tonight. Athlete's word."

Jo and Scott shot each other a grin.

"Excellent," Jo told him, "pleasure doing business with ya. Can't wait to see Duncan outta here."

"You can say that again," Scott remarked happily.

(Confessional: Jo.)

"Yes!" Jo smirked, "I love it when a plan comes together!"

(End Confessional: Jo.)

Duncan found himself leaning against the back of a palm tree, staring out over the water at the rapidly setting sun. The orange light bathed him in a melancholy glow, and the punk sighed heavily, lost in thought.

"Hey."

Duncan did his best not to roll his eyes as he heard the person's footsteps in the sand. "What do you want, Bridgette? I'm trying to be alone right now, in case it wasn't obvious."

"Well, now you're not," Bridgette told him, settling herself down in the sand next to him. "Scooch over."

Duncan scoffed, but scooted over so Bridgette could also lean against the palm tree.

"How're you holding up?" The surfer asked.

Duncan was silent, and that was all the answer Bridgette needed. She figured he'd talk eventually, so she just sat there in silence with him until he was ready.

After about a minute, her prediction came true.

"I just don't get why she barely even said goodbye," Duncan finally ground out. His hands dug absentmindedly in the sand, creating little pits. "Like yeah, we had been through some bullshit, but like…I dunno, man. Damn it."

Bridgette tucked her knees up under her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs, staring out over the setting sun. "I know."

Duncan shook his head. "It's stupid."

"No."

"Yeah."

"She was planning on talking to you about it all."

Duncan turned to face Bridgette for the first time, surprise evident on his face. "She was?"

Bridgette nodded, which was a little tough given the fact that her knees were right under her chin, but she got the message across. "Yeah," she said glumly, "after the elimination ceremony where she went home, actually. But she got blindsided and didn't get the chance."

"What did she want to talk about? Did she tell you?"

"Not really, and if she did that's not for me to say. I'm sure she still wants to have that talk, Duncan. She probably just didn't want to do it in front of everyone after having been completely blindsided and eliminated."

Duncan rubbed his face. "Well, I guess that makes me feel a little better."

"It doesn't matter if it makes you feel better," she told him honestly. "Look, you've been nothing but a big sulk ever since she got eliminated. You think that's what Gwen wants? Or anyone? You gotta pull yourself together."

Duncan returned to sifting sand through his fingers. "Don't lecture me, Bridgette. You know it doesn't work."

"Ugh, if you could stop being so defensive for two seconds," Bridgette sighed, a little exasperated.

They were quiet then, for a moment. But the silence was more comfortable.

"Alright, I guess I'll get my act together," Duncan finally grumbled. "There is a million bucks on the line after all."

"It's about time," Bridgette smirked. "So who're we voting for tonight?"

"Oh, the great Bridgette finally deigns to take my opinion into account?" Duncan mocked, shooting the surfer his signature smirk.

"Don't get used to it," she joked back. "I figure we have you me and Owen. You think we're hosed?"

"Who knows," Duncan shrugged, "there's definitely some tension between Scott and Jasmine, so their little alliance might blow up whenever. If we can get the duo of Lightning and Dawn on our side, we'll have five and it'll be enough."

"You think they're a duo?"

"Maybe," Duncan shrugged. "If we can't do it, then I'm probably hosed due to being the biggest threat out of us remaining OG contestants."

"Well at least you'll be able to talk to Gwen, then," Bridgette said with a dry smirk.

"Damn, that's grim," Duncan said, cracking a smile for the first time in days.

(Confessional: Bridgette.)

"I think I got Duncan to come around a little bit," Bridgette says happily, "he acts tough, but he really needs a friend right now. We may have a rocky history, but I still love the guy like a brother, even if he can be a big baby sometimes. I just hope we can scrounge up the votes to get him to stay."

(End Confessional: Bridgette.)

(Confessional: Duncan.)

Duncan shakes his head, "Malibu just can't seem to get the memo when I want to be alone, huh?" He scoffs fondly, "naw, not that I'd ever tell her, but I appreciated her coming up to talk to me. I've always been able to count on her to give my head a good shake when needed. It's time to start playing this game again. First step? Voting out Sammy. She betrayed Gwen, so it's time to send her ass packing, again." He glares at the camera, "you're going down, toots."

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

"Whassap, girl?!" Lightning exclaimed, jogging up to a meditating Dawn.

The two were currently in the lobby of the Crane hotel. A few people milled around, but it was pretty empty for the most part.

"Greetings, Lightning," Dawn told the boy warmly, opening an eye to smile at him. "Congratulations on your immunity win. I know how much it means to you."

Lightning puffed his chest out proudly, "Sha-thanks, girl! Say, Lightning actually wanted to talk to you about some strategy stuff."

"Go ahead, I am listening," Dawn told him patiently.

"Well, Scott and Jo talked to Lightning about joining them on this vote. They probably want to make it long term, but Lightning ain't so sure."

"I see. What did you tell them?"

"Well, they wanna take out Duncan. Lightning's kinda okay with that considering he's a threat and a big pouty baby lately. You wanna join the Lightning on it?"

"I'm afraid my vote lies elsewhere tonight," Dawn told him bluntly. "And I have qualms with voting with Scott on anything, I'm afraid I really can't stand him."

Lightning digested that before nodding, not looking too bothered. "I feel ya, girl. We don't have to be allies in this game to still be pals, y'know?"

Dawn beamed at him, a rare toothy smile. "I'm glad we can agree on that, my friend."

Lightning reached down and gave her sitting body a one-armed hug. "Well, Lightning's gonna go for a run. Have fun with your meditating or whatever it is you do!"

Dawn returned the hug and waved to him as he took off.

(Confessional Dawn.)

"I do adore Lightning," Dawn says fondly, "he has come such a long way since I first met him. I also respect immensely the fact that he does not think we need to vote together to be friends. I think Sammy is a kind sole, but I can't let the others get a large numbers advantage this early in the game. I sense there is a chance for a fracture on the other side, and I can't risk throwing away my vote. It's unclear to me if Sammy will actually go home tonight, but it is not impossible…"

(End Confessional: Dawn.)

"So, what's up, Jasmine?"

Sammy and Jasmine had walked far away from the others, and were now standing with their feet in the warm surf, looking out over the vibrant ocean.

The sun was partly dipped below the horizon now.

Jasmine turned to face Sammy, her expression and tone unusually stern as she stared down at her longtime friend.

Sammy noticed the look in Jasmine's eyes right away, and was immediately concerned. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"We need to talk," Jasmine said shortly. "About Scott."

The effect was immediate. Sammy's shoulders scrunched up defensively, and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she averted her eyes from Jasmine's. "Look, Jasmine, I-"

"Hold on," Jasmine held up a hand, interrupting the blonde. "I go first, got it? I need you to hear me."

Sammy forced herself to look into Jasmine's eyes, and mustered up a nod.

"Alright," Jasmine took a deep breath. "He's bad news, Sammy. We already found out the guy cheated while he was voted out to get back into the game, and his actions on past seasons prove he's not a good person."

"He's not a bad person," Sammy interjected, a bit of heat in her voice. "I don't understand why you can't just be happy for me! I really like him and-"

"And that would be fine, Sammy," Jasmine interjected back, "if he felt the same way towards you! But he doesn't."

"You don't know that."

"I do! Alejandro told me so when I spent the night with him and Heather in Loser Class!"

Sammy looked at Jasmine as if she had just sprouted another head. "I can't believe you're still believing him. It's Alejandro, Jasmine. He lies for the fun of it!"

"Why would he lie?" Jasmine protested, her serious look turning more into a glare as Sammy continued to defend Scott. "He's not in the game, he's got nothing to lose."

"Because he's a bad person!" Sammy exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation. "I can't believe you're falling for his lies! I thought you were so much smarter than that!"

"Excuse me?" Jasmine was definitely full on glaring at Sammy now. "Keep the snarky remarks to yourself, Sammy. Alejandro was the one who interviewed Scott in the Aftermath set. He knows everything."

Sammy just wasn't buying it. "Look, I get that you don't like him, Jasmine. But as my friend you're going to have to just accept that we're working together in this game and we have feelings for each other!"

"No way, I can't accept that," Jasmine snapped, "you can't be with him."

Sammy felt the blood rush through her ears as her temper flared. "Uh-huummm, newsflash, Jasmine! I don't need your permission! I don't need you to like him! And I've already had one controlling sister in my life, I don't need another Amy in my life!"

As soon as the words were past her lips Sammy regretted them, but it was too late.

Jasmine took a step back, as if Sammy's words had physically struck her. Her mouth was open in shock as she processed what the shorter girl had just told her.

"Wait, Jasmine, I didn't mean-"

"How DAREyou compare me to her?!" Jasmine suddenly bellowed. Sammy jumped at the sudden loud volume and stumbled back, losing her footing in the ankle-deep water and wet sand and plopping onto her bottom in the surf. She stared up in fear as Jasmine towered over. Palpable rage seemed to ooze out of the Aussie as she loomed over the younger twin, and angry tears dusted her eyes.

"I am LOOKING OUT for you!" She continued to scream at Sammy. "And you compare me to that abusive bitch? How DARE YOU!"

A combination of her previous anger, and fear of her friend's anger sent Sammy into a fight or flight response, and she found herself screaming back at Jasmine.

"THEN STOP ACTING LIKE IT!" She shrieked, and this time it was Jasmine's turn to look shocked. "Ever since we've been back you've been trying to control what I do and keep me away from him! You don't get to decide what's good for me! I'm my own person now! I make my own decisions! You can't stop me!"

The two glared at each other in silence for a good ten seconds, before Jasmine finally scoffed and turned away. "Fine. Get your heart broken, then, Sammy. See if I fucking care." She began to storm away. "SEE IF I CARE!" She shouted over her shoulder.

Sammy regained her feet, ignoring her soaking wet pants as she glared at Jasmine's retreating form. She couldn't bring herself to say anything, so she just turned on her heel and stomped in the opposite direction.

(Confessional: Sammy.)

Sammy is crying softly into her hands. "How did that go so awfully?"

(End Confesional: Sammy.)

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

Jasmine's eyes are dry, but it's clear by her puffy eyes and stuffy tone showed that it hadn't been long since she was crying. "Crikey, she really is stubborn. I guess she's beyond my help. I don't know why she can't see what's so obvious."

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

(Confessional: Dawn.)

Dawn stares sadly at the camera. "Oh dear," she mumbles, "two very hurt hearts, and the wounds are so fresh…"

(End Confessional: Dawn.)

"Loving the Wawanakwa vibes, Chris!" Owen exclaimed, looking around at the makeshift elimination area.

"Thanks, Owen my man."

The nine campers plus Chris were currently outside the Jumbo Jet on the beach. Benches had been crudely set up, and there was a crackling campfire between the contestants and the host. Chris stood at the podium which had been hastily taken from the Elimination Area inside the Jumbo Jet, and eight barf bags were on it.

Nighttime had fallen, but the air was still warm and cool. The gentle sound of waves from the ocean permeated the air, as they were but thirty yards form the shore.

With no other light besides the campfire and the dim lights of the inside of the plane, everyone was cast in shadow.

Despite Owen's cheery proclamation, the mood of the group was extremely somber. Sammy and Jasmine still looked miserable, Duncan was gnawing the inside of his cheek, Scott was glaring at Jasmine as he rubbed Sammy's shoulder consolingly, and Bridgette, Lightning and Dawn looked visibly uncomfortable. Only Owen and Jo seemed unbothered by the bad vibes circling around; one because they were oblivious, the other because they just didn't care.

"Alright guys, let's get those votes in," Chris told the group.

(Voting Confessional: Owen.)

Owen stamps Sammy's passport. "Sorry Sammy, you're pretty cool! But we gotta give ourselves a shot here, y'know?"

(End Voting Confessional: Owen.)

(Voting Confessional: Jo.)

Jo stamps Duncan's passport. "Smell ya later, Jailbait! Heheheh!"

(End Voting Confessional: Jo.)

The shot cut back to Chris looking through the votes, and once he was finished he nodded solemnly. "Alrighty, let's start handing these barf bags out. Before I do, though, I gotta say it. If anyone has the McLean Invincibility Statue, now is the time to play it."

No one said anything, so Chris picked up the first barf bag. "Scott and Lightning, you two have immunity, so you're safe."

The two boys happily caught their bags.

"Dawn and Jo, no votes for you either. Congrats."

Jo smirked and caught her bag. Dawn merely nodded as she caught hers.

"Owen!"

"Woohoo!" Owen cheered, "Final Eight, baby!"

"Bridgette!"

Bridgette let out a relieved sigh, then returned the hug Owen gave her.

"And finally…Jasmine!"

Jasmine's expression was unreadable as she caught hers. She dropped it onto the sand beside her uncaringly, instead focusing on the last barf bag on Chris's tray.

"Sammy, Duncan, this is the final barf bag of the evening. Both of you racked up quite a lot of votes."

Duncan looked unsurprised, but annoyed. Sammy didn't seem nervous, but it was clear from her miserable expression that she was feeling bad.

"Just get this over with, McLean," Duncan scoffed, "If I'm gone, I'm gone."

"You've played this game long enough to know that I'll drag this dramatic tension out as long as I can, Dunc." Chris smirked, picking up the bag and tossing it lightly up in the air a couple times. "Alright, let's get this show on the road. The final barf bag goes to…

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Duncan."

"What?!" Pretty much everyone exclaimed as Chris tossed Duncan the barf bag. Only Duncan and one other person looked unsurprised…

Scott had gone white as a sheet, and the hick leapt to his feet. "No, this has to be a mistake!" He spluttered, "There's no way!"

"Who the hell flipped?" Jo snapped, also having leapt to her feet as she glared at the others. She reached over and grabbed Lightning by the front of his shirt, yanking him close to her. "You think you're funny, Brightning!?"

Lighting slapped Jo's hands away, freeing himself from her grasp. "Get a grip, Jo! It wasn't the Lightning!"

Sammy recovered from her shock and turned immediately to one person. "Tell me, Jasmine," she said hollowly, "tell me it wasn't you."

Jasmine matched Sammy's hollow gaze with one of her own. Then she said it.

"It was me."

A deafening silence blanketed the group. Duncan watched with\ a wolfish, predatory grin on his face. Owen and Bridgette clutched each other, sweating nervously.

Then, as if someone had snapped their fingers and released everyone, all hell broke loose.

"HOW COULD YOU!?" Sammy screamed, leaping to her feet.

Her screaming jolted Scott from his stupor, and he leapt to his feet and lunged at Jasmine. He felt strong arms wrap around his midriff as Lightning, with his usual Lightning-fast reflexes, leapt up and caught him around the middle before he could collide with the much larger woman.

"I had to!" Jasmine yelled back at Sammy, choosing to remain sitting. "You need some time away from him to clear your head."

Seeing red, Sammy approached the still sitting Jasmine and got up in her face. "THAT'S NOT YOUR DECISION TO MAKE!" She screamed at her, angry tears spilling down her face. Jasmine stared back, unflinching, and that seemed to make Sammy even more upset.

The nice twin turned away, tears continuing to gush from her eyes. "You betrayed me!" She sobbed, the anger fading quickly as it was overwhelmed by grief. "My b-best friend, you voted me out. I w-was so h-happy to come back and have a second chance to play with you and you v-voted me out." She fell to her knees and buried her head in her hands as the sobs overtook her.

For the first time, Jasmine looked guilty, but she quickly masked it with fierce indifference.

Scott just stared at the collapsed, broken Sammy, and felt his own anger disappearing. His hands fumbled for his pockets, and he withdrew the Invincibility Statue. "Wait, Chris, I play this for Sammy," he managed to get out.

Chris just shook his head, though. "I know you're rattled, bud, but you can't. The time for that is past. You can only play it before the votes are read out."

"I'm playing it for someone else," Scott protested, though it sounded more like pleading, "can't you make an exception!?"

"No can do. The rules are the rules," Chris shrugged.

Scott jammed the idol back in his pocket and turned to the still crying Sammy. He quickly approached her and crouched down next to her. "Hey," he said gently, "hey, I'm here."

Without really looking up, Sammy reached out, her body shaking with sobs, and wrapped her arms around the redneck.

It was an awkward embrace, with Sammy on her knees and Scott squatting down, but Scott returned in and brought her head into his chest.

"It's okay," he whispered into her hair, "it's gonna be okay."

His presence seemed to pacify Sammy, and the sobs slowly stopped wracking through her. She eventually lifted her head from the embrace and stared at him through red, watery eyes. "I don't want to go yet," she said in a trembling voice.

There, staring at her devastated face, Scott felt himself making a split-second decision.

"I'll go instead."

"WHAT!?" The group collectively exclaimed.

Even Chris looked shook, and quickly raised a finger to dig into one of his ears. "Come again, Scott? What did you just say?"

"I said-"

"No!" Sammy quickly interjected. "No way. Scott, I appreciate you so much, but no. No way."

Scott looked down at Sammy, "I'm serious, Sammy. I know how much this means to you."

"And I know how much this means to you," Sammy said firmly. She reached out and cupped his face with her hands. "That is the sweetest gesture everyone's done for me, though." She gave him a pruny smile, "so thank you."

Jasmine watched this interaction, and a crack of uneasiness appeared through the indifferent mask she was wearing.

"Are you sure?" Scott asked.

"Yes, you clown," Sammy chuckled, wiping at her wet cheeks.

Scott relaxed a bit. "Okay. Good, cause I kinda regretted it the moment I said it." He gave her a teasing smile.

Sammy laughed again and shook her head. "I'm not surprised. You kick all their buts and win for me, okay?"

Scott lifted himself to his feet and helped Sammy's to her. "That's the plan, and I tend to follow through with my plans," he boasted, "err…except for when I don't."

Sammy brushed the sand off her knees and wrapped Scott in a large hug. "I'm gonna miss you, but I'll be cheering you on."

Scott buried his face in her neck and held her tight. "Alright. I'm sorry Jasmine did that to you. I'll make her pay."

They separated. "Please do," Sammy told him. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye."

Scott flushed and quickly moved his hand to the spot Sammy had pecked. "B-bye…" he stammered.

Sammy wiped at her eyes again and finally turned to face the others. "Well, bye guys…"

"See ya," Jo saluted, "don't worry, I'll make sure you get avenged." She glared at Jasmine. "You are so dead, Outback Steakhouse."

Jasmine scoffed. "Get bent, Jo."

It was Sammy's turn to glare at Jasmine. "You were my best friend, Jasmine," she told the Aussie. "And I never, EVER would have voted for you, no matter how bad things got between us."

Jasmine didn't answer, but she did have the decent to drop her gaze in shame. "I still consider you a friend, Sammy."

"That makes one of us," Sammy told her.

Duncan let out a low whistle, "Damn, brutal."

Sammy turned to Duncan. "Like you're one to talk, Duncan!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I got my revenge for Gwen, I don't care what you think."

"Ugh," Sammy snapped. "I really don't like you, you know?"

"I'll call Playa Des Losers when I care," Duncan told her, making a mocking phone with two of his fingers and brining it up to his ear. "See ya."

Sammy just scoffed and turned away, bumping right into Owen, who was standing next to her with outstretched arms.

"Aw, bye Owen," Sammy said, quickly embracing the larger boy.

"Take care, Sammy," Owen said gently, giving the girl a warm hug.

The two separated, then Sammy walked over to give Scott one more hug. The two didn't say anything, just remained locked in a long embrace. Once they separated, Sammy turned to the rest and offered a general wave. "Bye, guys."

She received a chorus of farewells, then turned to Chris. "Alright, how do I leave since this plane isn't going anywhere?"

Chris pointed to the water, where a Production boat was heading towards them. "That boat will get you to the Aftermath Set."

Sammy nodded. "Alright then." She headed towards the boat and clambered on.

"Bye, I'll win for you!" Scott called out.

Sammy waved and, feeling a little frisky (by her standards), blew a kiss to Scott. She enjoyed the way his cheeks flushed.

Chris whistled as the boat sped away, taking Sammy away. He turned to the group of eight.

"Man," the host chuckled, "you guys are great. S-tier drama, I gotta give it to you."

"Just shut up, Chris," Jasmine growled.

At the sound of Jasmine's voice, Scott tore his gaze from the slowly disappearing boat and whipped around to stare at her. "You're dead, Jasmine."

"I second that," Jo spat. "What kind of braindead moron votes out their best friend on a 5-4 split!?"

"Get bent you two," Jasmine told them angrily. "You don't know anything."

"I know she loved you," Scott snapped. "And you just broke her heart."

Hurt flickered across Jasmine's face, but instead of retaliating, she turned her heel and stomped off towards the hotel. "Whatever," she said over her shoulder, I'm going to bed."

"I think all of you should," Chris advised, "the game only gets tougher from here, so enjoy the day of rest tomorrow."

The campers began to disperse from the makeshift Campfire ceremony, and Chris turned to the camera.

"Well, there you have it folks. Another camper bites the dust. Eight remain, and what kind of new development will happen during our Rest Day? Find out right here, next time, on Total! Drama! Generations!"

Drop of Shame Clip (Kind of):

The Production boat glided through the water, and Sammy stared glumly out over the night sky.

"I just feel empty," Sammy said glumly. "I can't believe Jasmine voted me out. I don't know if I can ever forgive her for that..." She shakes her head and sighs. "I was so looking forward to playing this game after getting a second chance, and to have it be cut short is so upsetting...But I'll be okay. I have Scott, and I really hope he wins this game. As for Jasmine..." she sighs yet again, "I don't know...we will have to have a serious talk when this is all over."

Passport Stamps:

Sammy - 5 Stamps (Bridgette, Dawn, Duncan, Jasmine, Owen)

Duncan - 4 Stamps (Jo, Lightning, Sammy, Scott)

Remaining Contestants: Bridgette, Dawn, Duncan, Jasmine, Jo, Lightning, Owen, Scott.

Eliminated: Anne Maria, Brick, Scott (1), Sky, Rodney, Zoey, Sammy (1), Izzy, Beardo, Shawn, Gwen, Noah, Sammy (2).

Reasoning for Elimination:

And the first of the three returnees fall. I would guess Sammy would not be most people's first guess, but it is what it is. As brutal as it was to say, Sammy only really came back to serve as a plot device for other characters. I mean, she had her beef with Jasmine and he relationship with Scott, which are entirely her own, but still. She came back and got Gwen voted off and is now the reason the 5 person non-OG alliance is blown to pieces. All in all, she left her mark on the game.

I know her slightly villain-tilt storyline rose some eyebrows, but I do feel I kept her believable. I wonder if people will question Jasmine's decision to eliminate Sammy here but I honestly see it as in-character. We've seen how hot-headed she can be in TDPI with Shawn after she thinks he's betrayed her and this is something similar. Being compared to Amy plus thinking a break away from Scott would be good for her culminated in her deciding to cast her vote towards Sammy, knowing full well that it would be the deciding vote. A conversation between Jasmine and another camper will be shown in a flashback next chapter that will hopefully clear things up!

All in all, 9th place is where the nice twin lands. I hope you all enjoyed her.

Dang, this was WAY too long an update. Sorry, guys. Life has been tough recently and I haven't had a lot of time for writing. Hope the chapter was worth the wait, because I'm honestly pretty happy with this chapter.

-What do you think of Sammy's elimination.

-Did Jasmine make the right call, or did she screw up big time?

-Who do you think will be eliminated next?

See you guys next time!