Thank you for the reviews from the last chapter. Remember to leave a one for this chapter, once you're done reading it.

Now, this is usually where I respond to your reviews, which have been mostly positive and I thank everyone for leaving one, but I'm gonna do something a little different. Real quick though, you will find out what Amy said to Duncan and Mike in this chapter, I'm happy people enjoyed the last chapter and its challenge and Gwen and Duncan's storyline is NOT over just yet.

Now, before you read this chapter, let me recommend you something. I've been reading two fairly new competition stories and both are showing a lot of promise.

Total Drama Voyage by KirbyStarWarrior takes the competition onto a luxurious cruise ship. It's a mix of all generations and some RR. This is Kirbystar's first competition story and it's already off to a good start. Please go check it out.

Total Drama Wars by WhatTheHeck23 is also a really good series so far. Basically, it's a rewrite of All-Stars (without the All-Stars concept). It's showing a lot of promise and would highly recommend it.

I left links to them on my profile, so get to it.

Alright! On with the chapter.

The episode opened with the McPlane, taking off from a runway. The new host, Don, opened with the recap. "Alright, first time doing the recap. Let's go. Last time...on Total Drama Legends. The final ten became the final twelve when Mike and Leshawna were brought back to stir up some old drama. Two friends (Leshawna and Samey) were reunited, while another (Mike) questioned his own relationship. The competitors were split back into teams for this challenge. Tempers flared (Leshawna and Jo), rivalries were renewed (Amy & Samey) and a certain brainiac was forced to deal with not one, but two, ginormous explosions. Amy was on the chopping block, but it was Dawn who took the plunge. I have no idea what she did, but this cheerleader is definitely playing to win."

The camera flashed to Don, relaxing on a recliner chair. "And yes, you are seeing correctly. It is I, Don, former host of the Ridonculous Race, as the new host of Total Drama. Temporary, as I've been told, but leaving a permanent place in your hearts." A scrawny intern walked up to him, with a glass of water. Don looked up, took the drink, frowned and handed it back. "Uh, I asked for a lemon in this, thank you very much." The intern gave a worried look, and ran off with the glass. Don looked back at the camera, and grinned. "We're serving up some spicy drama, and with a "totally original" challenge coming up, one competitor will get burnt, and will have to leave the game. Check it out...right here...on Total...Drama...Legends! I am nailing this!"

The First Class section of the McPlane was filled with happy and relaxing competitors. Most of the members of Red Team were enjoying their reward, among other things, immensely. Jo was relaxing in a lounge chair, away from everyone else, Zoey walked by with a small plate of food, while Leshawna and Samey sat at the bar, chatting to each other.

"Girl, you gotta tell me what's been happening. I was gone for nearly ten episodes." Leshawna said, looking around. "I was surprised both Heather and Alejandro were gone."

Samey smiled at her friend. "Oh my god, so much has happened." She stopped and thought for a second. "Well, I got to direct a scene for one of the challenges, which was fun." Her smile changed to a cringe, having to recall the memory. "That was also the episode that Heather got eliminated."

Leshawna laughed. "I can't say I'll miss her. I like her more than I used to but…" She trailed off, noticing the Twin's uncomfortable expression. "What's wrong, Hun?"

Samey snapped out of her trance and looked back at Leshawna. "Oh, sorry. I was just…" She sighed. "...remembering what happened in that challenge. Heather...blew up...like really bad.."

Leshawna's curiosity was peaking. "How bad are we talking?"

Samey gave another uncomfortable look. "She...scarred Dawn...emotionally."

The Sistah's eyes went wide. "She scared the freaky girl?" Samey nodded. Leshawna didn't know what to say.

Confessional (Leshawna): She looked at the camera, still shocked. "I knew Heather was bad, but I did not think she was capable of scaring Dawn like that." She put her hands to her hips and smirked. "Girl's tough if she's lasted this long. She's got a good friend in Sammy."

Static

On the other side of First Class, Sanders was sitting by herself. She was holding her Shark Cowboy keychain, not sure what to think.

Confessional (Sanders): She was still looking at her keychain. "Last time I talked with Duncan, it was...nice, I guess. I mean, I don't think I made anything...worse for him." She gave a heavy sigh. "I never thought I'd say this, but I'd give anything to talk to him again."

Unbeknownst to Sanders, Duncan was also looking at his keychain. He stared, laying on his back, on the uncomfortable wooden bench. But that wasn't bothering him. He was too busy thinking about what had happened before the elimination ceremony back in Turkey. He looked over to see a very smug, and very proud Amy sitting by herself. Duncan's face immediately scowled. But then he cringed as he started to recall what had happened after the challenge.

(Start of Flashback)

Mike and Duncan gave blank stares at the Twin, who was grinning at them. "So do you guys want to hear about my offer?"

Mike continued to stare, but Duncan scoffed. "What could you possibly have to offer us, Blondie?"

Amy pretended to look concerned. "Well, it's just that...I don't think you guys want to go home just yet." She turned and started to walk away.

Duncan gave a confused look. "What are you talking about?"

Amy stopped, and unbeknownst to the boys, smirked devilishly. Just as she had planned. She turned back with her feigned look of worry. "I promised the girls I wouldn't tell you, but…" She paused, keeping the guys in more suspense. "...they're planning an all girls alliance to vote you off."

Duncan and Mike's eyes went wide. "What? That's crazy." Mike stated. "No way Zoey would try to vote me off."

"Actually," Amy answered, looking at Mike. "You're the last person they plan on eliminating." Then she turned to Duncan. "And you're the first one to go."

Duncan didn't say anything at first, but crossed his arms and looked at the ground. "Why me though?"

Amy knew Duncan was buying into it and took a seat next to him, still acting concerned. "It's...it's actually Gwen." Amy could see Duncan's eyes nearly burst out of their socket upon hearing this. She went on. "She thinks the whole situation with Courtney being gone, and you still being here, is too much and she wants to see you gone." She paused again, letting Duncan think about what she was saying.

"Well, why should we believe you?" Mike butt in. "You seriously got all the girls to band together and vote us out?"

Amy tried to look unphased, but she didn't know how long she could keep the lie going.

"Mike," Duncan spoke up, looking at him. "Vote with us tonight, and I'll give that stupid talk you wanted."

Amy was shocked at what was just said. So was Mike. He was about to say something, but then he realized what Duncan was giving him. He also felt overwhelmed with the two pairs of eyes staring at him. Finally, with too much running through his head, he gave in. "Fine. We'll vote with you tonight." He said, looking at Amy.

The Twin was still in shock. Her plan had actually worked. But not wanting to waste the opportunity, she grinned and leaned in so only the two boys could hear him. "Here's who we're gonna vote for..."

(End of Flashback)

The last few words from Amy lingered in his mind. It bothered him so much, he gripped the keychain in his right hand and slammed his fist, with his left hand, against the side of the plane.

Confessional (Duncan): Angrily, he gripped his green mohawk, leaning his elbows on the confessional sink. "I can't believe I actually believed what that stupid cheerleader said." He put his hand down, and stood up. "No way Zoey would try to eliminate me, she's too nice." He paused, thinking of something else. "And I don't think that Cadet would vote for me either, I'm pretty sure. She's too…" He tried to think of a word, but nothing came out. Instead he put his hands in his pocket and frowned sadly. "I was actually starting to like that...weirdo." He cupped his hand over his face, miserable. But a few seconds later, he put them down and scowled. "She caught me at a bad time, and she knew it. I wasn't thinking straight, and she took full advantage of that." He gave a small laugh and a smile. "I'd be almost impressed…" He then changed to an angry glare. "...if I wasn't so pissed off! The next time I see that slimy little cheerleader, I'm gonna-"

Static

Jo was still relaxing in her lounge chair, until she heard a noise. She opened her eyes, and turned her head. Noah had just walked out from the curtain. He was carrying a thin black box in his hand, but Jo didn't notice. She was more curious why Noah had such heavy bags under his eyes.

"You get any sleep last night, Brain Boy?" She asked.

Noah rubbed his eyes. "Yeah-yeah that's it." He mumbled. "And that this show needs a better way of organizing things." He said this part under his breath. Jo either didn't hear, or didn't care and went back to sleep. Noah stared at the box for a bit, before rubbing his eyes again. "I need a nap..." And he went over to the foldout beds.

Zoey had walked into the loser class section, with a small plate of shrimp in hand. Mike smiled once he saw her. He walked up to her, and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. Zoey smiled.

"Hey, Mike." She said, holding out the plate. "I brought some food." Mike smirked, and delighted, took the food and plopped it in his mouth. Zoey looked around, with a curious look. She looked back up at her boyfriend. "Where's Duncan?"

Mike's smile quickly faded and he almost choked on his shrimp. Quickly, he swallowed it down and tried not to look nervous. "I-I...I think I saw him go into the confessional."

Truth be told, Mike kinda wanted to see Duncan too. The Ex-Con had promised him the talk he asked for and Mike still wanted it. However, ever since Dawn's elimination, Duncan was in a noticeably foul mood, and Mike didn't think it was a good time to talk to him.

Zoey looked like she was going to say something, but was cut off.

"I'd like to see him too."

Zoey and Mike turned to see a glaring Australian. Jasmine marched up to Mike, and aggressively shot a finger in his face. "I want to know why Dawn was eliminated."

Mike gulped, while Zoey looked surprised. "Dawn got eliminated?"

Jasmine put her hand down and looked at Zoey. "Yeah, she did." She paused, clearly annoyed. Zoey and Mike glanced at each other, before Jasmine looked at Mike again. "And he was partly responsible for her elimination because I know for a fact that I didn't vote for Dawn. That can only mean you and Duncan voted her off. So tell me…" She leaned in, coming face-to-face with Mike. "...what exactly happened?"

Mike started sweating. Not only was Jasmine in her face, Zoey was just as curious what was going on and stared at him. Thankfully, Mike didn't have to answer.

"You're one to talk."

Zoey, Jasmine and a very grateful Mike all turned to Gwen. She walked up to the trio, looking stern. "Whatever Mike did, it was nowhere near as bad as what you did." She was looking at Jasmine. The Aussie was caught off guard and couldn't find her voice. Mike and Zoey decided it was best to stay out of their business and stepped away.

Finally, Jasmine was able to speak. "What are you talking about?" She said, confused.

Gwen held her glare. "I think you know exactly what I'm referring to. When you stepped in front of the horse, knowing full well Noah wouldn't aim for you."

Now it was Jasmine's turn to feel uncomfortable. "That was…I didn't...Noah did a lot of bad things to me too, so why…" She trailed off, thinking of something else to say. "It was strategy. I was just trying to give our team the win." She said abruptly.

Gwen wasn't convinced. "Yeah, right. You knew Noah was trying to make up for the things he did to you. Yeah, he might've done some crappy things back then, but he's trying to change. But honestly, what you did was lower than anything he's ever done." She turned and stomped away, leaving Jasmine with her thoughts.

She did feel bad about manipulating Noah. She did think what she did was wrong. Maybe he has changed, and I'm just too stubborn to admit it, she thought to herself. With a heavy and sad sigh, she sat down.

Sanders was heading towards the confessional. She didn't have any dirt or anything to reveal. She just wanted to use the lavatory for its original purpose. Once she came to the door she could see it said 'unoccupied.' She grabbed the handle and tried to open it. But before she did, she thought she heard something. It was coming from the confessional itself. Sanders figured someone else was using it, so decided to wait. But as she did, she could hear the muffle voices of whoever was inside. Curiously, Sanders leaned closer and put her ear up to the door.

Confessional (Duncan): At that point, the Ex-Con had been getting tired from his rant, but was still very angry. "Mark my words, I am going to get back at that cheerleader if it's the last thing I do. No one makes a fool of me and gets away with it." His scowl then relaxed a little. He looked a little embarrassed. "Ok...there was that time Alejandro and Heather ganged up to eliminate me...and the time I got arrested on national TV...and the time that-" He shook his head. "You know what? It doesn't matter. If that blonde-haired she-devil thinks she can mess with me, she's gonna learn the hard way that I don't forget so easily…"

Static

As Duncan continued his rant, Sanders listened in amazement. Though she couldn't hear everything clearly, she knew the Ex-Con was in a bad mood. Whatever Amy had done to him, it had really gotten to him. Suddenly, it got quiet. Sanders leaned in closer, trying to hear what he was saying.

WHAM.

At that moment, the door flung open and Sanders was smacked back. A still very grumpy Duncan exited from the stall, not noticing the fallen Cadet. As he walked out, he slammed the door behind him, and glanced to his right. He looked back forward, before suddenly realizing Sanders was there.

The Cadet, who was still on the ground, rubbed her cheek. She opened her eyes and froze once she saw Duncan looking down at her. Quickly she tried to save face. "Oh," she nervously chuckled. "I was just...doing some...sit ups...next...to the...bathroom." She chuckled again, realizing how weird she must be sounding.

Duncan gave a blank stare. For the first time in a good while, he had forgotten to be mad. The two just looked at each other, neither saying a word. Finally, Duncan held out his hand. Sanders stared at his open palm, unsure of what to do. Eventually, she extended her arm to reach his hand. He helped pull her up, and soon Sanders was back on her feet. There was an awkward moment of silence, before Sanders realized she was still holding the Ex-Con's hand.

"Oh," she stammered, pulling her hand away. "I was just...about to...use the bathroom. So…" She shimmied her way into the stall. "I'll...see you later...Duncan." And she closed the door, leaving Duncan alone. Thankfully, he wasn't as angry as he was earlier. But he was now very, very confused.

Confessional (Sanders): She cringed, thinking about what just happened. "I need to learn how to be more smooth, because that was terrible. Hopefully he has a thing for...girls who have no idea how to talk to guys that they like." She sighed, doubting herself.

Before she could say anything else, an intercom went off. "Attention, competitors," Don's voice rang out. "We'll be landing shortly, so I suggest everyone strap in. I hope everyone brought some ice with them...because you might get burnt in this challenge…" He chuckled. "Good work, Don, good work."

The intercom went off, leaving Sanders very confused. "Was he just talking to himself?"

Static.

The competitors were already lining up in front of Don, who was walking and talking in front of the camera. Behind them were a set of small buildings, lined up next to each other.

"Welcome to Spain," he started. "Home to some of the nicest restaurants in the world. Out of the top fifty…"

As he went on, the competitors finished lining up. Samey looked down the line. She was the last to enter the line, and noticed something as she exited the plane. She looked down at the competitor and counted in her head. That doesn't add up she thought. Then counted again. Including herself, there were only eleven competitors in line. Who was-

At that moment, it hit the Twin.

Confessional (Samey): She had a confused look on her face. "Wait, so...Dawn...was eliminated? Jasmine and Dawn both had the chance to eliminate my sister...but Dawn got voted out?" She tried to comprehend. "H-how?" Then she realized something. "Amy…"

Static

Samey's initial shock turned into sadness. She sniffed a little. Leshawna heard it and turned. She quickly noticed Samey's sad expression and leaned in. "What's wrong, hun?"

Samey began to tear up slightly, "Dawn…" she was choking up. "Dawn's not here."

Leshawna looked at the line and realized that Samey was right. Then Leshawna ended up looking eyes with Samey's smirking sister. Leshawna glared, but soon turned back. Samey was still trying to hold back tears, which caused Leshawna to frown. She put a comforting arm around the Twin's shoulder. Samey leaned her head on her friend, and sighed sadly.

Jasmine, who was standing further down the line, saw Samey's sad state and frowned.

Don walked up the eleven competitors and put his hands to his hips. "Alright," he started, sounding a little annoyed. "Since I'm pretty sure none of you were listening to what I said...Welcome to Spain!" He held out his arms to allow the competitors to admire their surroundings and the colorful buildings. Don continued. "Of the fifty nicest restaurants in the world, seven of them are in Spain, and three of them are in the top ten." He gave a wide grin. "Today will be a cooking challenge unlike any you've ever faced." He started to walk away, while the competitors followed him. "It's unique because you won't be cooking for me." He paused for dramatic suspense. "You'll be cooking for...people. As in...customers, patrons or whatever. Point is, you're going to be working...as chefs in a kitchen."

Most of the competitors looked a little worried.

Confessional (Jo): She had her arms crossed. "Geez, what kinda lame challenge is this? I don't know a thing about cooking food. Especially for people I don't know." She sat in silence for a moment before pointing aggressively at the camera. "In any case, they better like what I give them. I'm gonna cook the crap out of everything."

Confessional (Noah): Weirdly enough, he was smirking. "Alright, this is a challenge I can get behind. I've dealt with bad customers before." He chuckled. "And by bad customers I mean my siblings." Then he pondered. "But why does this seem familiar?"

Static

Duncan looked around. "So are we cooking in one of these fancy shmancy shindigs? I don't think they'd trust an ex-convict to touch their food."

Don pointed at him. "Good call, my friend. And no." He pointed at a nearby building. "You'll be cooking there." The building was only one story, and white. It had large windows and a few plants in the front. Don opened the doors and presented the interior. It was a lot nicer on the inside. The floor tiles, the tables and the ceiling were all white. There was another wall, and some plants, that split the restaurant into two sections. On the other side were two openings on the wall that seemed to be where the kitchens were.

Don turned around. "Now before you worry, you'll only have to cook simple things that even a dummy couldn't mess up." He chuckled to himself, before clapping his hands together. "Alrighty then, let's get everything set up. Like the last challenge, this will be a team game."

Gwen raised an eyebrow. "You know this is supposed to be the merge, right? Why so many team challenges?"

"Relax," Don quickly replied. "This will be the last team challenge."

Gwen seemed satisfied with the answer, but Noah was thinking. "A team based restaurant challenge? Why does that sound so familiar?" He mumbled.

"The rules are easy to follow." Don announced. "The customers will place their order and you and your team will have to cook whatever they want. There are only two ways to win. One, serve more customers than the other team or two..." he pointed to the kitchens. "...make five major mistakes. If that ends up happening, your team will be declared the losers of the challenge and will, of course, have to send someone home." Most of the competitors still weren't sure, but some seemed ready. "Now, for the teams." He pointed at each competitor he named. "Duncan, Leshawna, Zoey, Sanders and...Amy. You'll be known as the Blue Team and you'll be cooking in the kitchen to my left." And he pointed to said kitchen.

Mike immediately cringed as he realized that not only were he and Zoey on different teams again, but also that a certain Ex-Con was also on her team. Amy and Leshawna were in a glaring contest. Duncan seemed indifferent. But Sanders was clearly trying to hold back a smile.

Confessional (Sanders): She was still carrying her smile and shaking excitedly. "Ok, I know this might sound weird, but I'm really excited that I'm on the same team as Duncan. Now maybe we can talk, share our feelings or…" She trailed off and stopped shaking, suddenly realizing how weird she was sounding. "Oh god, what's happening to me?"

Static.

Don continued. "Now for the rest: Mike, Jo, Samey, Gwen and Noah. Henceforth, you'll be the Red team and will be cooking in the kitchen to my right."

Samey looked at the team and frowned at being separated from her friend. Jasmine, on the other hand, gave a confused look. "Wait a sec, I didn't hear my name. What gives?"

Don gave a wide grin to the Aussie. "Jasmine, I'm glad you asked. I have a very special job for you." Jasmine looked somewhat worried, but Don continued. "But before that, everyone get to your stations."

Within a few minutes, the competitors were all getting ready in their respective kitchens. They were all wearing white chef outfits, with a colored line running down the front. The color varied between the two teams. They were looking over the menus. According to them, the customers would have a choice of two appetizers and three main courses. The two apps would be either fried mozzarella sticks or bruschetta, grilled bread topped with chopped up tomatoes and other things. The main courses included spaghetti with sauce, a hamburger with fries or fish and chips. They each had instructions to make every food item.

Jasmine stood at the entrance to the door. She was wearing an all black waiters outfit, standing in front of a wooden podium. She was still unsure of what she was supposed to do. Don walked up to her.

"Jasmine." He explained. "The teams were chosen at random, and since we had an uneven number, we needed someone to do this special job." He pointed to the entrance, which already had a large gathering of people on the other side. "Pretty soon, this restaurant will be filled with hungry patrons." He looked back at Jasmine. "Your job is to send the customers to either the Red Team's side or the Blue Team's. It's entirely up to you. This means you can add more customers to one team's side, or add too many for them to handle and force them to step up their game." He chuckled at the thought. "Any questions?"

Jasmine understood her role and she nodded. But Don had one more thing to say. "Oh yeah, important detail. Whichever team wins or loses, it won't matter for you." Jasmine raised an eyebrow. Don went on. "Because your task is so simple, you will join the losing team in the elimination ceremony and you will be eligible for elimination." And he walked away.

Jasmine suddenly felt nervous.

Confessional (Jasmine): She seemed unsure of herself. "If I wanted to, I could cause a team to lose." She frowned. "But if I do that, I could risk getting eliminated. Maybe I should play it fair for now and not overwhelm anyone...at least, not yet."

Static

The newly formed blue team was getting everything ready. Most of them were walking around, getting familiar with the kitchen itself. Duncan was standing by himself, crossing his arms. Despite his indifferent look from earlier, he was pissed that Amy was on his team. He glared at the Twin, who was setting a frying pan on the stove top.

Confessional (Duncan): He still had his arms crossed, and was frowning. "Honestly, I'd be fine with losing this challenge if it means getting rid of that Cheerleading Chump. Heck, I'll even sabotage the game if I have to. I can easily get Zoey to vote for her and I don't think Leshawna would be upset to see her leave either."

Static.

As Duncan continued his glare, he suddenly felt like he was being watched. He quickly turned around. Sanders jumped at the sudden movement, equally surprising the Ex-Con.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that." She stammered.

Duncan didn't say anything at first. "N-No…I-It's fine." He stuttered. "I...shouldn't have...scared you like that."

Sanders smiled, causing Duncan to blush. He tried to hide it by turning away. But Sanders had a reason for coming up to the Ex-Con. "By the way," She said, rubbing the back of her head. "I hope we win today's challenge because…" She looked away, trying to hide her nervousness, and Duncan knew it. She looked back at him. "...I was hoping we could talk again. You're an easy person to talk to...and maybe we could talk about things like...our interests...and stuff..." She gave a tense chuckle.

Duncan froze, unsure of how to process what was happening.

Confessional (Sanders): She gave an annoyed sigh. "Ok, seriously. I need to work on my small talk. Especially when it's with people I probably have a crush on."

Confessional (Duncan): He stood in front of the camera, thinking. "Ok…" He debated. "Maybe...I won't do the whole team sabotage thing." He stood in awkward silence for a few seconds. "It...it has nothing to do with Cadet...I just…" He coughed. "I just don't think it's a good idea. That's it."

Static.

Meanwhile, the Red Team was also readying themselves. But one competitor looked noticeably eager to get the challenge started. Jo walked up to him.

"You look excited, Brain Boy." She said dully.

Noah turned around, an uncharacteristic wide smile on his face. It slightly creeped Jo out. "Absolutely." Noah answered. "I cook almost all the meals for my siblings, this is gonna be a cake walk. Even if we're not serving cake."

Jo chuckled. "Nice zinger, Head Chef." She slapped Noah hard in the back, causing him to stumble slightly. He looked back at the Jockette, and pretended to laugh with her. But Jo's laugh stopped when she looked up to the entrance. "I just hope Australian Godzilla doesn't try to screw us out of this challenge. Y'know, since you're here."

Noah didn't know what to think. He remembered what happened back in Turkey and how Jasmine tried to stop him from winning the challenge. He admitted it was a smart move, but it was somewhat underhanded the way she did it. Though he wasn't about to say it. "I'm not sure…" He finally answered. Jo looked at him, shrugged and walked away, leaving Noah by himself.

Don soon announced the start of the challenge, and opened the doors. Immediately a flock of customers poured in. Jasmine was surprised by the sudden line that quickly formed in front of her. She looked down at her desk, and saw a clipboard. Thinking quickly, she took it and a pencil. Then she faced the first patrons and smiled. "Hello. If you need a table, I'd suggest taking one on the red side." The couple nodded, and did as instructed. Jasmine said the same thing for the next couple, but told them to go to the blue side. Within a few moments both sides of the restaurant were filling up and orders were being placed.

"Alright, everyone." Noah said to his teammates. "Right now we gotta focus on getting apps out. If we split up, we'll get the food done quicker." His team nodded, and Noah continued. "At some point, we're gonna have to move on to the main courses. Some of us can take care of those, but at least two of us are should stay on appetizers. Samey and Gwen, can you take care of that?" The Twin and the Goth nodded.

Confessional (Gwen): "I gotta admit, it's kinda cool to see Noah take on the role of a leader. He's pretty good at it too." Then her expression soured. "I just hope Jasmine doesn't try and screw him, and us, out of the challenge."

Static

The blue team wasn't having as easy a time. Duncan was cooking a batch of mozzarella sticks in the fryer. "Ok, so when do I take these out?" He asked out loud. He didn't receive an answer. He looked around, and realized that everyone was already working on a station and not paying attention. "Hey!" Duncan called , the rest of his team turned around and looked at him. "When am I supposed to take the sticks out?" He asked annoyed.

Zoey glanced over at the fryer. "Probably now." She answered.

Duncan looked back and noticed the vast amount of bubbles coming out of the fryer. He grabbed the basket handle and pulled it up. As the oil dripped over the sticks, he could see the problem. The mozzarella sticks had been overcooked and all the cheese on the inside had melted out. Duncan cringed at the sight. A loud buzzer sound rang out, and Duncan and his team looked up. A red X had appeared on one of the black screens on the wall.

"Make four more mistakes like that and your team is out." Don called from the kitchen window.

Duncan then noticed most of his team looking at him, some looked disappointed, but he also noticed Amy looking at him

Confessional (Duncan): He groaned. "Yeah, I know my team won the first cooking challenge back in season one, but that doesn't mean I cooked anything after that ."

Static.

The red team had just gotten most of the appetizer done with, some of them moved onto the main courses. Gwen and Samey continued working on apps, while Mike and Jo were working on the burgers and fish, leaving Noah to take care of the pasta. With Noah's guidance, they were able to get the food out to their patrons at a much faster rate.

But back on the blue side, things still weren't going so well. After Duncan's first mistake, Sanders ended up burning some of the bruschetta bread in the oven. She took out the tray, and sure enough, the bread was black as coal. They ended up receiving their second strike.

Leshawna looked at the rest of her team, and sighed. Then gave a more determined look. "Hey, y'all. Stop what you're doing!" She shouted. Immediately, all of her teammates froze and looked at her. "We need to have a plan." She announced and pointed at the others. "Zoey and Duncan, you work on getting those appetizers out. Sanders, you work on the pasta and...Amy, you work on the meats. I'll try to help both of you. Everyone got it?" They all nodded, though some were unsure, but went to work.

At this point, Jasmine had gotten bored of simply telling people to go to one side, and then to the other. It was getting tedious. She looked at her clipboard and realized there were still plenty of empty seats on both sides. This figured she could have some fun and make the competitors work a little harder. She watched a dozen or so people walk in and up to her.

She smiled. "I can send six people onto the blue side, and six people to the red side, if that's alright." Everyone nodded, and they headed to their respective kitchens.

Jo and Mike were working on shaping some patties for the burgers. They had mostly been focusing on the challenge, so didn't say anything to each other.

After a while, Jo looked at her teammate. "You're doing pretty good, Spikey." Mike didn't respond, but winced at his nickname. As Jo was shaping another patty, she continued. "Though I gotta admit I'm surprised you aren't distracted by your girlfriend not being on your team."

Again, Mike pretended Jo's statement didn't bother him. "I already got eliminated once," he said quietly. "Not about to let it happen again."

Jo chuckled. "That's the spirit. Let Duncan get distracted by her or something."

Mike's eyes went wide and he turned to Jo. "What? What are you talking about?"

Jo shrugged. "I don't know. They've been hanging out a lot after you left. I mean, it probably doesn't mean anything, but still." And she went back to working on the burgers.

Mike didn't say anything, but was clearly bothered by what Jo had just said.

Amy was working on the fish station, about to start the fryer. She didn't look very excited.

Confessional (Amy): She groaned. "Geez. We already had an eating challenge, why do we have to have a cooking one? I don't like cooking for other people. I like it when people cook for me."

Static.

As she was waiting for the fish to fry, Amy realized someone was standing next to her. And she knew who it was too.

"I really hope you don't become a problem for me, or this challenge." Leshawna stated bluntly.

Amy tried to act like she wasn't nervous, but found herself shaking a little. Thinking quickly, she came up with a response. "Look, I know you're mad at me about getting you eliminated..."

"And for lying to me." Leshawna cut off.

This briefly caught Amy off guard. But she tried her best to continue. "But you and I are on the same team. You probably don't want to lose this challenge, and neither do I. So maybe we can put our differences aside and focus on cooking?"

Leshawna didn't say anything for a bit, which made Amy worry. "Fine," Leshawna answered. "I won't say anything more." Amy's nervousness softened, but Leshawna glared at her. "Don't think this means anything. I still don't like you. If we lose this challenge, you're getting a one way ticket out of here." And she turned and walked away.

Amy, again, tried her best to not feel intimidated, but was finding it very hard.

Meanwhile, Duncan and Zoey had been sending out appetizers at a steady rate. After Duncan's first mistake, he hadn't made any more. They just placed a few plates of mozzarella sticks and bruschetta on a serving tray. A waiter came by and took the tray. Zoey smiled proudly and looked at Duncan. He wasn't looking at her though. He was looking in another direction, almost like he was in a trance. Zoey was confused and looked where he was staring. To her surprise, the only thing she was Sanders, walking to a stove with a big pot. Zoey looked back at Duncan.

"What are you looking at?"

The Ex-Con suddenly jumped, finally realizing Zoey was there. He tried to gain his composure. "Oh...nothing." He said quickly. "I wasn't looking at anything."

Zoey looked back at the Cadet and smirked. "Were you looking at Sanders?"

"No...No, of course not." He turned and started breading a new batch of mozzarella sticks. Zoey knew he was hiding something, but didn't want to pry. She too went back to cooking.

But neither knew that Sanders could hear everything they were saying.

Confessional (Sanders): "Wow, he's just as bad as handling this whole thing as I am." She grabbed her arm and blushed slightly. "Is it weird that I find that kinda cute?"

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Samey and Gwen were working next to each other. Gwen was stirring some pasta sauce, while Samey was frying some french fries for an order of fish and chips. Neither had a word to each other. Not out of anger, they were just focusing on the challenge.

But at some point, Gwen looked up at her teammate.

Confessional (Gwen): "I saw how Samey reacted when she found out Leshawna was back." She shrugged. "Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try and be nice to her."

Static.

Gwen stopped stirring for a second and turned to face Samey. "Hey, Samey. You got a minute?"

Samey pulled the batch of fries out of the fryer. Gwen's sudden question startled the twin. "Oh, did I do something wrong? I'm sorry. It's just that I've never worked in a restaurant before and I…"

As she went on, Gwen was surprised by the girl's sudden outburst. She held out her hands. "Woah, woah, Samey." The Twin stopped rambling and looked at Gwen. "You're doing fine. I just wanted to say that I'm glad you and Leshawna are friends. I've known her for a while and she's the coolest person I've ever met."

Samey stared, slack jawed at Gwen's response. She shook off the initial surprise and blushed. "Oh," she finally managed, causing Gwen to giggle. "Sorry, I didn't know...I…" Finally, she came to her senses and smiled. "Thanks, I'm...happy you feel that way. Leshawna is awesome."

Gwen smiled again, and soon went back to cooking. As did Samey.

On the other side of the kitchen, Jo had just left to pick up some cheese for the burgers, leaving Mike by himself to watch them. He was waiting to flip them soon.

Problem was, a lot was playing on his mind. Jo's comment about Zoey and Duncan didn't actually mean anything, but to Mike it was very unsettling. He would do anything to see his girlfriend...which is exactly what he did.

Not thinking about the challenge, he put the spatula on the table and ran out the door, leaving the sizzling burgers unprotected.

On the Blue Team's side, Sanders and Leshawna were preparing a big pot of pasta sauce. Duncan and Zoey were finishing apps and Amy was making fries.

Sanders couldn't help but look back at Duncan. She was still thinking about what he said to Zoey. She didn't believe it, especially with how Duncan had been acting around her. But the more she dwelled on it, the more she started to doubt her assumption.

She put a pot under the sink and let the water flow into it. She then looked over to her teammate. Leshawna seemed to be enjoying herself as she plopped a few chopped tomatoes into the large pot. "This is gonna knock their socks off." She said confidently.

Sanders thought to herself.

Confessional (Sanders): "Maybe it would help if I actually talked to someone about how I feel." She pondered for a bit. "But I can't just say it directly. At least not...yet."

Static.

"Hey, Leshawna."

The Sistah was just adding some chopped up garlic to the sauce. "What's up?" She said, without looking away from the pot.

Sanders had just put the, now filled with water, pot over the oven and turned on the burner. She took a deep breath and exhaled. "What do you think...about Duncan?"

Leshawna stopped and looked at the Cadet. She wasn't sure how to answer. Finally, she gave her one. "Well...Sanders is it? I'll be honest, I have no idea what you're asking."

"Just...you've known him for three seasons, what do you think of him?" Sanders asked nervously.

Again, Leshawna wasn't sure what the Cadet was getting at, but decided to just give her an answer. "Well..you're right. I've known him for a while now. I didn't always like him, but I must say, the dude's good at the game. I mean, c'mon, he's made the merge five times now." She chuckled a little, but her face frowned a few seconds later. "Though I gotta admit he lost a lot of respect from me when he cheated on Courtney in season three. Girl's crazy, but that's still pretty low, even for him." She stopped and looked at Sanders.

It took the Cadet a few moments to realize Leshawna was done talking, and wasn't sure what to say. Another awkward second passed, and Sanders figured it was best to move on. She saw the pot was now boiling, picked up a bag of raw spaghetti and tossed it into the pot. Leshawna watched, completely confused.

Confessional (Leshawna): She awkwardly stared at the camera. "Ok, I have no idea what that was about." She paused and thought to herself. "Well...maybe I do, I just hope it isn't what I think it is."

Static

Duncan had just finished frying another batch of mozzarella sticks. They looked delicious and golden, but Duncan didn't seem to care. He actually looked deep in thought.

Zoey had just finished baking a fresh batch of bruschetta bread, and placed it on the top of the oven. She looked over and noticed Duncan's empty gaze. She frowned. "What's wrong?"

Duncan briefly broke his gaze and he put the mozzarella sticks in a basket to the side. He turned to his teammate. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Zoey gave a curious look, and took a few steps towards the Ex-Con. Neither of them noticed that the door next to them was opened slightly.

Duncan started by pointing at Zoey. "First off, don't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, got it? You are never going to hear me say this again." Zoey nodded. The Ex-Con gave a heavy sigh and put his hands on the table. "I haven't been the same since Arizona."

Zoey crossed her arms. "When you saw Courtney and Gwen-"

"Yeah, that." Duncan interrupted, then continued. "And it's...really bothering me. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad they're both happy, but…" He looked down, closing his eyes. Zoey thought he was trying to hold back tears. She put her hand on Duncan's and held it. Duncan opened his eyes, and no tears came out. "I've spent so long thinking about Gwen, waiting for the day that I could finally fix things with her...and now that I know she isn't into me anymore, it's…" He cringed, before he spoke again. "This is the dorkiest thing I'm ever gonna say." He mumbled. "I feel this brutal emptiness inside me…" He tightened his grip on the table. "...I hate it, and I'd give anything to fill it again."

Zoey stepped back from the Ex-Con. Her eyes started to water from Duncan's revelation. "Duncan…" She stepped forward again, her arms outstretched, and wrapped her teammate in a tight hug. Duncan didn't return it and kept looking down.

The two stood in silence for a bit, not moving. But again, neither of them noticed the slightly opened door next to them. And sitting at the other side, watching them, was Mike. He had a look of absolute shock plastered on his face.

Confessional (Mike): He was hyperventilating and spluttering like crazy. "He. Wants. Fill. Emptiness. Zoey. Hugging. Duncan. Duncan. Hugging. Zoey. Hugging. Holding. Hands." He continued to splutter, before grabbing his hair, leaning back and finally letting out a paranoid scream.

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At that moment, Mike started to push the door open, ready to catch them in the act, until he felt a tug on his collar, and he was dragged backwards.

Zoey was still hugging Duncan. Finally, the Ex-Con had enough and rolled his eyes. "Can you stop hugging me now?"

"Not until you feel better." Came the reply.

Duncan didn't say anything for a bit, then he sighed. "Ok, I'm better. I'm better." Zoey slowly released her grip, and stepped back. Her eyes were still watery, so she wiped them with her arm. Duncan looked at her. "Talking to someone about that actually did help a little, so...thanks." He gave a small smile and held out his fist.

Zoey's gave a hopeful smile back, and she happily returned the fist bump.

Mike found himself being dragged away from the door. He wasn't thinking about it though. The scene of his girlfriend hugging one of Total Drama's most notorious chick magnets. His thoughts were interrupted as he was shoved through a kitchen door. He quickly turned and came face to face with his dragger: an angry faced Jo.

"What is wrong with you?" She shouted.

"W-What's the problem?" Mike stammered.

Jo facepalmed. "The problem is that you thought it was a good idea to leave the kitchen and make googly eyes at your girlfriend. Also, look!" Jo pointed at the stove top.

Mike looked at it. He could see the burgers still cooking. The tops were pink. He shrugged. "I don't see the issue." Jo's eyes narrowed. She pulled out a spatula, and flipped over one of the patties. Now Mike could see the problem. The burgers were left, unflipped, on the stove top for too long. Half of the sides were still pink, but the other sides were black as hockey pucks. It was the same for the rest of the burgers as well.

Mike tried to think of an excuse, as Jo yelled at him. Two loud buzzer sounds rang out, and the two looked up. Two large red X's had appeared on the black TVs.

Jo looked down at Mike, and pointed a finger at him. "I want to keep a winning streak going, and that ain't gonna happen if you keep acting like this. Either step up, or your comeback isn't gonna amount to much, Moron Mike." And she pushed the burnt burgers into the nearby trash bin. Mike thought about what Jo had said and realized she was right.

Confessional (Mike): He nervously scratched the back of his head; "Geez, Jo is focused...and maybe I should be too." Then he put on a stern face. "Maybe after this, I can have a little chat with Zoey...my girlfriend"

Static.

As the challenge continued, more and more patrons came and went. The competitors were getting the hang of cooking and serving food. However, it was not without any mistakes. The blue team received two more strikes after Amy ended up serving undercooked fish, and Zoey's bruschetta was sent back because it was "too salty." Now they only had one strike left.

The red team, on the other hand, had been on a roll. With Noah's direction, they were keeping a steady pace and hadn't made a single major mistake since Mike's incident.

Because of that, the red team had far less patrons to serve compared to the blue team. Amy realized this and tried to think of a plan.

Confessional (Amy): "I can't risk losing this challenge. There's at least two votes against me with Leshawna and Jasmine, and they can probably get Zoey or Sanders to vote for me too."

Static.

Amy then heard a loud groan and she turned. Duncan was still at the mozzarella stick station. He turned around. "We're out of cheese for the sticks." He said, to no one in particular.

Suddenly, an idea struck Amy. "I'll get it." She said. Before anyone could say anything else, she had already run out. She knew where the pantry was just outside the kitchen door, but she instead went the other direction towards the entrance to their kitchen. She walked out and walked into the crowds of seated people. She had to duck and sneak around them, so her team didn't see what she was doing. It worked, and she was exactly where she wanted to be: at the front of the restaurant. She hid behind the small wall, and peered out.

Jasmine was still at her podium, looking slightly disinterested. Amy saw the clipboard, and quickly came up with something. But she knew she couldn't stand there for too long. She needed to act quickly.

At that moment, Jasmine looked up. She could see an old man, struggling to open the door. "Hold on." she said, and left her podium to help.

Without wasting a second, Amy jumped to the podium and looked at the clipboard. She then took the pencil and started erasing some of the tallies, on the red team's side, that Jasmine had been taking. Then, like a snake, she put the clipboard back, ran behind the wall and then back to the kitchen.

Jasmine returned to her podium and picked up her board. "Now let's see where we can…" She trailed off, giving a confused look at her board. I could've sworn the red team had more- her thoughts were cut off.

"Excuse me?"

Jasmine looked up. Standing next to the old man, was a smartly dressed woman, with a monocle and a giant fur coat. She also had a very snobby voice. "I was to believe we would be seated immediately." She flounced. "And, as far as I'm concerned, your definition of immediately is rather slow. Are you serving snails on the menu? Is that why it's so slow?"

Jasmine froze. She was still thinking about her clipboard, but the strange woman threw her out of whack. She also noticed another line, forming behind the woman. With too much going on, Jasmine made her choice "I'm sorry," she said to the woman. "I...if you're looking for a seat, you should be able to find one on the red side." She then looked at the other groups of people. "In fact, I think the rest of you can also go there as well.."

The woman, followed by the old man, then the other patrons headed into the red team's side. Jasmine smiled and made some more tallies, unaware of anything going on.

Amy returned to her kitchen, with a brick of mozzarella and a big smile on her face. As she walked towards Duncan, Leshawna noticed the smirk. "What are you smiling at?" she questioned.

Amy held her grin. "Oh, nothing...I'm just feeling pretty good about our chances of winning." And she headed back to her station. Leshawna watched her, being more confused than mad.

Noah looked at his team's order tickets. They only had a few left and with the pace they were moving, he was certain they could win. Just then, Jo came by, placing a plate of fish and chips on the front table. She smirked. "I gotta say, this cooking thing isn't as hard as I thought it would be. But yet again, I'm good at everything." She then looked at Noah. "Gotta admit, you're pretty good at this game, Brainiac." And punched him in the arm. She didn't mean any harm, but Noah was clearly wincing from the pain.

He held it back, and smiled. "Thanks." Then he thought of something. "Though I swear I've seen something like this on TV. Like, a show where two teams cook in a restaurant. They get punished for making mistakes. I think it's called…"

He stopped, noticing Jo wasn't looking at him. She was looking towards the front of the restaurant. "What the…" She whispered.

Noah looked where she was looking and went bug eyed. At least a dozen patrons were entering their side of the restaurant. Then Noah realized it was way more than a dozen. Within moments, they were taking their seats. Pretty quickly, they had filled almost every table of their side, with more still coming. Soon after that, orders were being taken.

The rest of Noah's team had stopped what they were doing to see the large amount of customers pour in.

"What is she doing?" Jo shrieked, grabbing her hair.

"I have no idea." Noah said. "Someone stop her."

"I'll go." Samey quickly answered, already heading out the door.

Jo looked at Noah. "I knew she would do something like this."

Noah didn't have a response.

Samey ran to the front of the restaurant, to see Jasmine still casually sending patrons to the red side.

"Jasmine?!" Samey shouted.

The Aussie turned, slightly confused by the presence of her friend. "What's up, Sam?"

"D-Do you not realize what you're doing?" Samey asked, slightly gobsmacked by Jasmine's casualness.

The Aussie raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Samey pointed to her side. Jasmine, still confused, walked to where Samey was pointing. When she finally saw what was going on, she went wide eyed. "Wait. How did- But I-"

Samey was surprised. "You didn't know how many people were on our side?"

"I thought I did…" Jasmine said, still shocked. Then she thought of another plan. "I'll take some of your customers and send them to the blue team's side."

"No can do." Don cut off, suddenly appearing next to the Aussie. "Once a customer has been seated, you can't do anything about it."

Jasmine felt guilty over what she had done, and looked at Samey. The Twin felt bad for leaving her friend in an awkward predicament, but knew she had to head back to the kitchen. Which is exactly what she did.

Jo, from her window, gritted her teeth. "She's gonna pay for this…"

Now that the red team had a boatload of new customers, the Blue Team had a much easier time getting through their orders. Leshawna just poured some tomato sauce over a hot plate of spaghetti. She smiled proudly. Sanders was preparing a new batch of spaghetti in a boiling pot. As she stirred, she looked over at Leshawna and thought of something.

Confessional (Sanders): She gave a heavy sigh. "I can't hold it back anymore. I need to actually talk to someone about how I feel." She stopped and considered it for a second. "Yet again, how well are people gonna take the idea of a police cadet having a crush on an ex-convict...no, I need to do this. Besides, Leshawna's pretty trustworthy."

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Taking another deep breath, Sanders looked over at Leshawna. "Leshawna, can I talk to you again?" The Sistah had just placed the plate of pasta on the counter. She looked at Sanders and nodded. The Cadet took a few moments to think about what she would say, and inhaled. "There's a reason I asked you about Duncan earlier…" She could see Leshawna cringe slightly, but she continued. "I...I think I might actually...like him. Like, like him."

Leshawna froze for a second, clearly processing what was just said.

Confessional (Leshawna): She slapped her hand on her forehead. "Dang...that was my second guess. The first was that I figured Duncan had a warrant and Sanders was brought onto the show to bring him in."

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"Does he...like you back?" Leshawna asked, unsure of what else to say.

Sanders was surprised by the question. She was certain Leshawna would ask more, so didn't know what to say. Finally she found her answer. "I-I think so. I mean, we've had a few talks before and he definitely feels...something for me." She held her arm and looked down. Leshawna gave a look of sympathy and stepped forward.

"Listen, girl." Leshawna started, putting a hand to the Cadet's shoulder. "I'm not sure what's going on with you and that Ex-Con, but I should warn you. That guy has gotten himself into so much trouble with relationships. He could very well just be playing with you for the attention." Sanders' face frowned upon hearing this. Leshawna realized she may not have said the right thing, and continued, putting her hand down. "But yet again. That dude has surprised me before. Jail changes people. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. And he's stubborn as heck. He might like you back, and just doesn't want to admit it. So maybe you do have a chance. Just do yourself and keep an eye on him." She finished with a small smile.

That last bit of advice made Sanders feel a little better. Leshawna could see she was happy and went back to working at her station. Sanders was about to return to hers, when she saw her aforementioned teammate.

Duncan and Zoey were about to send out another batch of appetizers. A waiter came and took the waiting food away. Zoey went back to chopping up a few tomatoes, while Duncan leaned against the table, wiping his brow.

"Oh, man." He sighed. "I have an all new respect to the people that made my food. Except Chef, he still stinks."

Zoey chuckled as she tossed her chopped up tomato into a bowl. "At least we're still in the game." She looked at the black boxes. "Though if we make one more mistake, we'll lose the challenge."

"That wouldn't be so bad…" Duncan mumbled to himself.

Zoey heard him and was about to ask, when an almighty crash rang out, surprising both of them.

The crash ended up coming from Jo. She had been carrying some clean plates around for next orders. But she was in too much of a rush, and she ended up dropping all of them on the floor. Noah cringed at the sight, especially when he heard a buzzer sound, giving them their third strike. But he knew they weren't done yet.

"Jo," he ordered. "Clean up those dishes." Then he turned to the rest of his team. "The rest of us will get the appetizers out. That way we can get back to the pace we were earlier."

His team nodded, though they weren't sure. Quickly, they got to work, and were able to serve the new patrons. However, in the process of getting food to the new customers, they had neglected the patrons that were already waiting for their main courses. It ended up taking too long, and the red team got yet another strike.

Now Noah was nervous. They only had room for one strike left and a lot of patrons to get through. "Guys, we gotta get through this. We had such a big lead, and we can't lose it now. We're just gonna have to do as much as we can and hope that the other team-"

At that moment, a loud buzzer sound went off. Noah and his team looked up at their black boxes, hoping for the best. Much to their dismay, their box now had a fifth X, which meant one thing.

"Noah, my man." Don announced from the front. "That was a nice speech, but I think it might've been a better idea to pay attention to your food, otherwise, you may have prevented that grease fire over there."

Noah turned, now seeing a panicked Mike holding a frying pan that had a large blazing fire in the middle of it. He groaned in defeat.

Don announced the winning team being the blue team, who all sighed in relief at finally being done with the challenge. Sanders was noticeably happier than everyone else. Jasmine watched from her podium, realizing the trouble she was in, especially with Jo staring daggers at her.

"Alright, everyone, let's head out." Don started walking out of the restaurant. The seated patrons watched him leave, wondering what that meant for them.

"Excuse me," the snobby woman from earlier got up from her chair. "We were all promised a meal and I don't think this is good business, quite frankly. You're just gonna leave all of us? While we're still hungry?"

Don thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "I'll be right back." And he left the building. After a few minutes, he re-entered, with Chef and half a dozen interns in tow. The Host walked up in front of the patrons. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have good news. This humble chef and his colleagues have graciously volunteered to cook the rest of your food."

Chef Hatchet went wide eyed, as did the interns. "What?! What are you talking about?!"

Don just grinned. "C'mon, Chef, you don't want to disappoint all these lovely patrons, do you?"

Chef looked up and saw all the glaring eyes that were now on him. He gulped, realizing his predicament.

Later, back on the plane, Jasmine and Samey had changed out of their restaurant outfits, and were back in their regular clothes. Needless to say, neither of them were in high spirits.

"So what exactly happened?" Samey asked.

Jasmine sighed. "I have no idea. I thought I had everything under control." She looked up at her friend. "You know I'd never try to sabotage you, right?"

"Of course you wouldn't." Samey replied, then frowned. "But now what are we gonna do? Jo's really mad at you…"

"And so is Gwen, probably." Jasmine mumbled.

The two sat in silence, trying to think of something. Eventually, Samey spoke. "What if we talked to Noah? He probably still wants to help you."

Jasmine cringed at the mention. She thought about it for a moment, and sighed. "To be honest, Sammy, after what I did back in Turkey, I don't think I can. It wouldn't feel right."

Samey looked upset, but remembered something. "Oh...I forgot..." Jasmine looked up. "Noah...Noah spoke to me before we landed in Turkey. He wanted me to tell you how he wanted to say he was sorry. He wanted my help and…" She didn't bother finishing. She could tell her friend was thinking about what that meant.

"You can't vote for Mike."

Duncan had just snuck to the loser class to talk to one of the two other remaining male competitors. Noah stared at him, mouth agape. "Wait, why not? He's just as responsible for my team losing today. And why do you care anyways?"

Duncan shot a finger at the Brainiac. "I need him so the three of us can vote off that stupid cheerleader chick."

Noah backed up slightly. "So who am I supposed to vote for?"

Duncan put his hand down. "I don't know and I don't care...why not just vote off the Aussie-"

"No." Came the blunt reply. Duncan stepped back slightly, surprised by Noah's defiance. "I'm not voting her off, no matter what. Beat me up, stuff me in the toilet, I don't care." He narrowed his eyes. "I'm not voting for Jasmine."

Duncan was still processing what was going on. Defensively, he raised his hands slightly. "Fine. You don't have to vote for her." He said calmly. "Just don't vote for Mike. If he goes, we're screwed. "

Noah didn't say anything for a bit, he looked away from Duncan and sighed. "Alright." He looked back, frowning. "I won't vote for Mike. But I'm letting you know I'm not happy about this."

Duncan exhaled. "Yeah, I'm not happy about what I had to do either."

Noah raised an eyebrow. "You mean Dawn? Were you actually friends with her?"

Duncan gave a cold glare back at the Brainiac. "I want that Cheerleader out of the game…"

Noah was surprised, and took a step back. Duncan's mean look gave him his answer. The Ex-Con grunted, turned and walked back to first class, leaving Noah to think about what he would do.

At the elimination ceremony, the red team had all gathered. Jo was noticeably more angry than usual, Noah wasn't looking very comfortable and Samey, Jasmine and Mike all looked nervous. Gwen was also looking bitter.

Confessional (Gwen): She sighed, annoyed. "I don't get it. I was a finalist in season one and I made the final four in All-Stars. How is it that I lost both team challenges? I gotta step it up in the next game. Like, seriously."

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Don walked up, standing next to a very exhausted Chef. He was carrying a plate of barf bags filled with peanuts. "After today, we'll only have ten competitors left. Five of you will be safe, but one of you will not." The competitors eyed each other. Don tossed the first three bags. "Gwen, Jo and Samey, all three of you are moving on." They all caught their bags, but Samey looked noticeably worried. Don gave a confused look at the next competitor. "Noah." The Brainiac looked up. "I don't exactly understand the need to vote for yourself, especially since it didn't work." He tossed the bag, which Noah caught.

Jasmine realized what that meant and looked back at Noah. She hadn't expected him to do anything like that. Had he done it, in an attempt to save her?

She looked back at Don, and awaited the final result. Mike was equally as nervous. Don looked back at them. "Jasmine, I don't know what happened, but if this team has anyone to blame for their loss today, it's you." Jasmine sighed, then Don turned to Mike. "And you, Mike. I have no idea what's going on with ya. You were responsible for three of your team's strikes, so you're also partly to blame for losing the challenge."

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The spiky haired competitors sighed in relief as he caught his bag. But he regretted it almost immediately. Jasmine sat in stunned silence. Samey was on the verge of tears. Jo and Gwen weren't as caring. With a heavy sigh, Jasmine stood up and turned around. "Good luck, Sam." And she hugged her friend, who was bawling at this point. Then she turned and walked sadly towards the open door.

"Wait."

Jasmine turned and saw Noah standing up. He had a black box in his hand. "Jasmine...I owe you something." And he walked towards Don.

Jasmine sighed. "Look, Noah. I'm sorry for what I did back in-"

"Hold that thought." Noah interrupted, with a grin on his face. "Ready, Don?"

The Host gave a thumbs up and pushed a button on a remote. A TV screen lowered down in front of them. Jasmine was confused by it, until the picture appeared.

"When I look out at all of you…"

Jasmine's jaw nearly hit the floor. There on the screen was herself, dressed in her war outfit from the scene challenge. The same performance that she was so proud of. The same that everyone praised her for. The one that Noah had accidentally dropped in the fire. There it was.

Once the performance finished, the screen went black. Noah put the DVD back in its case and walked up to Jasmine, who was still trying to comprehend everything.

"Wha- How-"

Noah proudly handed her the DVD. "Don let me go in the editing studio. I found the footage and...well, I think you know." He smiled.

Jasmine didn't take the box immediately. She just stood in place for a few seconds. Suddenly, she wrapped Noah in a tight hug. The Brainiac winced, as he felt a bone make a violent snapping sound. Jasmine soon released it, ecstatic, and took the DVD.

"I don't have the words." She exclaimed, tears forming in her eyes. "Thank you." She gave a more awkward look. "I just wish it was under better circumstances, though."

Noah chuckled. "Same here. Hopefully, we can meet again, if that's alright."

Jasmine beamed. "Of course. I still have to introduce Owen to Shawn."

Noah smiled and held out his hand. Jasmine smirked too, and held her hand out too. The two gave a hearty handshake, finally erasing the bad blood between them. They released, and Jasmine looked forward. She waved goodbye to Samey, grabbed the nearby parachute and jumped out. Once the door closed, Noah sighed loudly and collapsed onto the floor.

Don walked up to him. "Noah, how are you feeling?"

The Brainiac laughed. "Pretty good, Don. Pretty good."

The Host smirked and looked at the camera. "Well, that ends that. Noah and Jasmine are finally on good terms. The final ten are set. Who's gonna make it to the end? Honestly, Noah's made it this far, I've got my money on him." He smirked. "And, for pete's sake, who's gonna tell Duncan and Sanders to just admit what we already know?"

"Wait, what?" Gwen asked.

Don ignored her. "Find out on the next episode of Total...Drama...L...egends! I am crushing these outros!"

Wow. This was a fun chapter to write. I did something a little different in my writing process which made it so much easier to get through. I'm sorry I uploaded this a day late. I intended to upload it Friday, but some things came up and I didn't have time to finish it. As for Jasmine, I think it was a good time to send her off. Her storyline with Noah has finally ended. Please let me know what you thought of it. Not just this, but the entire storyline between them. I have no idea when the next chapter will come out, but I'll try to get it out sooner rather than later. I'll keep you guys updated.

Oh, and for anyone that didn't figure it out, the challenge is based off of Hell's Kitchen, my favorite reality TV show.

Say it with me: Peace be with ya.

Merge: Amy, Duncan, Gwen, Jo, Leshawna, Mike, Noah, Samey, Sanders and Zoey

Blue Team: Duncan, Sanders, Amy, Leshawna, Zoey

Red Team: Mike, Noah, Jo, Samey, Gwen

Waitress: Jasmine

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

Votes:

Jasmine: Gwen, Mike, Jo

Mike: Jasmine, Samey

Noah: Noah