AN: It's been a really weird day here…but that's okay. Really. When you're doing the play "The Crucible", everything makes you shiver. And it makes your throat sore from all the screaming. Anyway…

This is a big chapter as far as the situation in the house goes. Pivotal. And it will probably be hard for me to write (partly because I didn't sleep last night), so bear with me here…*Yawn*

                                                                                                                                               

Skittery

            We had been ordered by Davey to all go to separate rooms in the house. I was now sitting against the counter in the kitchen, waiting to be given further instructions.

            "House guests…you are going to be called one at a time into the diary room for the veto competition. Skittery, you're first."

            I slowly got up and walked to the diary room, almost reluctant to go. For one, I just didn't like Davey's unnaturally high pitched voice. For another, I didn't feel all that good. Kinda dizzy. Definitely not like competing.

            I sat down in the diary room and faced the camera.

            "Hello Skittery. It's been a while." Davey said.

            "Yeah. Cut to the chase, Davey." I muttered, propping my elbows on my knees and rubbing my temples.

            "Are you okay?"

            "I'm fine. What's the competition?"

            "It's not a competition. It's a deal."

            That got my attention. I looked up, waiting on him to continue.

            "You can have the power of veto…if you agree to putting everyone in the house except yourself on PB+J for a month."

            Aw, hell no.

            "No way. You've gotta be insane." I muttered, and Davey paused a moment.

            "Well…what if I lowered the time to two weeks?"

            Two weeks. It may not sound like a long time, but on PB+J, it would be an eternity with these guys.

            "Don't think so. I decline."

            Another pause.

            "Big Brother's final offer. One week of PB+J for everyone else, and you've got the veto."

            It would've been a hell of a lot more tempting if I didn't agree with the nominations that were standing. But I, as much as anyone, wanted those guys to go. However…if I took the veto, I could guarantee that it wouldn't be used and I wouldn't be put up. Maybe…

            "Tempting, Davey…very tempting. But…no. My first answer stands." I said, shaking my head.

            "Alright. Your funeral, Skitts. Go back to the kitchen and wait for my word. And don't say a single word about this to the other house guests."

            I got up and went back to the kitchen, wondering just how badly I'd just messed up my chances of surviving the week.

Mush

            "Mush, come to the diary room."

            I got up from the floor in the bedroom and went to the diary room, closing both doors behind me. I sat down and Davey's cheerful voice broke the silence.

            "Hey, Mush. Congrats on your fine catch."

            "My what?"

            "Your boyfriend."

            "Oh…that. Yeah…thanks."

             I wished he would stop talking about my love life and just get to the point. I just wanted to get this done and get out of here.

            "Big Brother wants to offer you a deal. You can have the power of veto…if everyone in the house except for you goes on PB+J for a month."

            "Oh, god, man…haven't you seen these guys on PB+J?!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air.

            "I'll take that as a 'no'. But…what if we lowered it to two weeks?"

            "Still no. Blink acts like Satan on Earth when he has to eat that stuff."

            A pause. At first I wondered if Davey was going to yell at me for insulting his crush…but I had the right to insult him. I was his boyfriend, after all.

            "One last offer, Mushy boy."

            "Don't call me Mushy boy."

            "I'm the host. I'll call you whatever I want, my little TV bitch. Now shut up and listen to the offer."

            Oh my God…I wanted to shoot him. If only I had a gun, I would shoot him right now. Right here, right now. Or…I'd shoot in his general direction. Cause I didn't know where he was.

            "One week put everyone else on PB+J, and you've got the veto."

            Now that was a little more feasible. I could guarantee my safety and Blink's safety…but only for one week. I'd only increase the target on our backs if I did this, cause we were all sick of PB+J by now.

            "No thanks."

            "Alright. Return to your spot and wait for my word. And don't say a single word to the other house guests about your decision…not even your gorgeous boy-toy."

            Yep. I was going to kill him.

Blink

            "Blink, to the diary room."

            The moment I'd been dreading was finally here- a one on one with Davey. I trudged to the diary room, taking my time about it. I was not looking forward to this.

            "Hello, Blink."

            "Hi Davey."

            "Still attached to that bitchy farm boy?"

            "He's not bitchy. You're bitchy. And yes, still attached. Don't get your hopes up."

            "Okay, okay. Official business now. Big Brother has a deal for you. You can have the power of veto…if everyone else in the house goes on PB+J for a month."

            Out of the question. That wasn't even an option. "No way."

            "Alright…what if we lowered the time to two weeks?"

            That was a bit better…I would be able to save Mush if I took the deal, and myself, at least for this week. But after that…oh man, the guys would be so pissed at me.

            "No thanks, Davey."

            "Okay, final offer. One week."

            One week on PB+J for the other guys for the power of veto. It really seemed like a good offer- a great offer. It would definitely be a strategic move for a week like this…but…

            "No."

            "Are you sure?"

            "I'm sure."

            "Okay…go on back and wait for my word. Oh, and Blink?"

            I sighed. "Yeah Davey?"

            "Check on Skittery. He doesn't seem to be feeling so good, but you know him. He wouldn't talk to me."

            "And you expect him to talk to me?"

            "I was gonna ask Mush, but he's already pissed as hell at me."

            I raised an eyebrow. "And why is he pissed as hell at you?"

            "Go to your spot, Blink. And don't say a single word to the other guys about what happened in here."

Spot

            "Spot, come to the diary room."

            Finally, the waiting was over. It was my turn. And I was ready. I sat down and flashed a smile at the camera, not letting my weariness shine through.

            "Hey Spot."

            "Hi Davey. How have you been?"

            "Not bad. Listen…Big Brother is going to offer you a deal."

            "I'm listening."

            "You can have the power of veto…if you agree to sentence every house guest except for yourself to a strict diet of PB+J for a month."

            The veto…the guys on PB+J for a month…no contest.

            "I'm not going for it."

            "Okay…two weeks. Just two weeks of PB+J for everyone else, and you're basically off the block."

            Hey…that was better. That was much better. I could deal with those guys bitching for two weeks. Or at least I thought I could.

            "I'll take that offer, Davey."

            "Okay, Spot. Go to your…um…spot…and don't say a word about your decision in here."

Race

            I had to get off the block. I had to. No question.

            "Racetrack, come to the diary room."

            And now was my chance to do just that.

            I went to the diary room and sat down, eager to hear what I had to do.

            "Hi Race."

            "Hey Davey. What's the competition?"

            "No competition. A deal."

            Okay. A deal I could contend with. I was good at dealing.

            "Big Brother will give you the power of veto…if you agree to subject everyone except yourself in the house to a diet of PB+J for a month."

            "Done."

            A pause.

            "Race…a month is a long time…you're going to rub a lot of people the wrong way…"

            "Shit if I care. Lock them in a cage for a month for all I care. I said I accept."

            "Okay. Go back to your spot and wait for my word. And don't say a single thing to the other house guests…they'll find out soon enough."

Mush

            "All house guests go to the sitting room. And do not speak to anyone else."

            I met the other guys in the main room, sitting beside Blink and lacing my fingers through his. He suddenly took me by surprise by grabbing my chin and kissing me just on impulse, and I realized that Davey must have really ticked him off. He needed a nice kiss.

            Besides, kissing didn't count as speaking.

            "Alright, boys. At least one of your fellow house guests accepted the offer." Davey said, and I rolled my eyes. Of course. I should've expected one of the other guys to be a moron.

            "Everyone except for Racetrack will be on PB+J for a month now. Race, you have the power of veto."

            "Holy shit…" Skittery snapped, standing up and walking out. Just like that. He went to the backyard and slammed the door, and we realized that Davey was done talking with us. That was that.

            "What did Davey say to you?" Blink asked.

            "Don't we have worse things to worry about?"

            "What did he say to you?"

            I sighed, and then I told him the whole thing. Even the part where I insulted him (which he laughed about), and then the little comment that Davey mentioned about me being his 'little TV bitch'. I begged Blink not to do anything about it, even telling him that I just didn't care, but he was mad as hell, just the same.

            He looked up at the camera, his jaw set. "Davey…when I get out of here…you're as good as dead."

            With that, he turned around, dipped me over backwards, and kissed me. I swear, he kisses me about fifty times a day, if not more.

            Not that I'm complaining…as usual…

Race

            For once I didn't care that Skittery was mad at me. I was safe for another week. Deciding who to put up…that was a whole different ball park. But I made my decision, and now it was time for the veto to be used.

            "Okay guys…time for the veto meeting."

            I looked around the circle, seeing that no one was really very happy. I guess that was because they had all been on PB+J while I had been eating whatever I wanted.

            Hey, I didn't have any regrets.

            "I have chosen to use the power of veto. And in my place…I'm putting up Blink."

            It was done. Now all I had to do was sit back and watch Kid get evicted. I knew it would happen.

Blink

            "Blink…"

            I turned around to see Mush standing in the doorway, his usual smile not there. And I knew why.

            I was leaving. I knew that as well as he did.

            I motioned for him to come to me, and I pulled him into a tight hug, running my fingers through his feather-soft hair. We stayed there for a while, just content to hold each other in the face of what was happening.

            "You've gotta keep fighting for me. No matter what happens." I whispered, and he nodded.

            "Do you think…I mean, there might be a chance…" he stuttered, grabbing at straws in a hopeless effort to make the situation seem less dire. But with my only votes being Race, Skittery, and Mush…hope was out of the question. Mush was outnumbered.

            "There's always a chance, Mush."

            I didn't want to make him feel worse, though. He smiled, looking into my eyes. God…he has beautiful eyes, I thought, my breath catching in my throat.

            "I'm taking you up in the Cessna when we're both out." He said, referring to his 'baby' back home. Sometimes I thought he loved that plane even more than he loved me, even though that may have seemed ridiculous.

            "You know I don't like planes, Mush."

            "You'll love her though. Flies like a dream, really."

            "It's still a plane."

            "It's a special plane, you dork."

            I laughed. "Okay…I'll make you a bet."

            He grinned and I laughed again, not able to help it. I was betting him on an idiot proof basis.

            "If I don't get kicked out this week…I mean, if Spot gets kicked out instead of me…then I'll step into that God forsaken plane and let you take me for a spin." I offered, and he smiled even wider and stuck his hand out.

            "You're on."

            I grabbed his hand and pulled him to me, kissing him and then pulling away and licking my lips.

            "Mmm…peanut butter and jelly."

            He laughed again, music to my ears. "Yeah, well, get used to it."

            "I think I could manage that." I whispered, pulling him into another sweet kiss.

The Votes

Mush

            I hated Race. I hated him so much that I could taste it. Well…when Blink's tongue wasn't in my mouth I could taste it, anyway.

            Yeah. Enough of that. Sorry mom, I know you didn't want to hear that.

            A month on PB+J was bad enough…now Race goes nominating my Blink? What was he thinking?

            I voted to evict Spot.

Race

            I was about to break an alliance that everyone else had let slip. Once Blink was gone, Mush's spirit would be broken. Then Spot or I would win the next head of household, put up Skittery and Mush, and we'd evict Mush. Then I'd get rid of Spot, because I could definitely beat Skittery in the finals. I mean, who would choose him over me?

            I voted to evict Blink.

Skittery

            Breaking up the alliance of the couples. That had been the unspoken plan all along. And it was logical- get rid of Blink, and Mush would no longer be a threat. Perfectly logical.

            But if Race ever comes after me, I could claim temporary insanity from lack of normal food. Race obviously doesn't know that when you lack real food, the common sense section of your brain goes into hibernation.

            So, just to spite the little fucker, I chose to evict Spot.

The Eviction

Skittery

            It had to be the tensest situation in the house since Specs was evicted. Mush and Blink were sitting without a millimeter of space between them, Mush leaning his head on Kid's shoulder and Kid's hand on Mush's leg. It was an almost cute scene if you didn't know the background to it- why they felt the need to be so close now. In five minutes, they may be separated for quite a while.

            Even the guests were feeling the strain. Reno had basically condemned herself in her own mind, inspecting her fake nails as she muttered about Blink not being able to handle anything right. Austin looked pretty confident, while Toby was shooting glances at Mush and Blink with absolute contempt.

            "Hello, house guests."

            Blink cringed at the sound of Davey's voice. I smirked knowingly- I was the only one here who knew what was about to happen.

            Mush would've voted to Spot to leave. Race would've voted for Blink to leave.

            And I was the deciding vote.

            This was…oh so sweet. I would get to see Race cringe once again, and this time I would be ready to throw him that trademark smirk that said, 'I got you, you bastard'.

            "Are you all ready to hear the eviction results?" Davey asked, and we all nodded.

            "By a vote of 2 to 1…Spot, you are evicted from the Big Brother house."

            Complete shocked silence. Race's jaw was practically at the floor. Then, when he had gathered his wits, he ever so slowly turned his gaze to me.

            "You…you…"

            I smirked. "What's the matter, Race…had a taste of your own medicine?"

            His mouth curled into a sneer, and he shook his head. "You're dead. You're dead, man."

            "I've heard that so many times, it has no effect, Race. Nice try."

            With that, Spot said his goodbyes, and he and Austin left the Big Brother house.

            Mush turned to Blink, who I was surprised to see had a pretty terrified look on his face. But what Mush said next made it all clear.

            "Looks like you're taking that plane ride after all, Kid."

                                                                                                                                               

AN: I told you I would be breaking some hearts here. But someone had to go. And things are only going to go downhill from here…but I'll keep it lighthearted. This was a very depressing chapter, wasn't it? I'm sorry…and I'm sorry to all you Spot fans, but when it's his time, it's his time!

Also, at the end of the fic, we're going to have two special chapters. The first will be a reunion one year after the last episode in the house to find out what happened to all the guys after they left. The second I will call 'Outtakes'- things that happened in the house that the cameras caught but we didn't get to see. That way the whole fic will end on a happy note. My point in telling you this is for you guys to give your opinion. From here till the end, if you think of anything funny that could've happened from the first day to the last, send it to my e-mail! (NOT in the reviews…we don't want to spoil it for everyone, do we?) This gives you guys the freedom to think of ANYTHING hilarious that could've happened! Come on, this is your FREEDOM time! Send me anything- absolutely anything- that you've thought about! Make me hit the floor laughing, people, cause the other readers will do the same thing and I want as many scenes as I can get!