Okay, not too shabby of an update time, eh? Time to get back into the competition! We've been down to eight before, right after Shawn got booted, but that was like 7 whole chapters ago! We went from 8 to 11 and now we're back where we started. But I can assure you this is the REAL final 8! Dawn, Bridgette, Jasmine, Owen, Scott, Jo, Lightning and Duncan! How many of you saw that coming a few chapters into this fic? Well…probably none of you considering Dawn entered mid game a'la Blaineley lmao.

Anyways, let's get on with it.

"Last time, on Total Drama Generations!" The plane soared the open skies, before flash cutting to the Final 9 leaving the plane to stand on a sandy beach. "Our Final 9 partook in a boat race around the stupidly gorgeous Barbados! They had to secure coins to buy some rum from an illegal rum runner, and the first two back would win immunity! All the while, they were hunted by pirate Chef!" A mean grin was shown on Chef's face as he sunk the camper's boats with cannonballs. "Some excelled," Lightning, Bridgette, Scott and Dawn were shown each performing a feat, "and some straight up sucked," Jasmine and Owen's boats got blasted into bits. "Lightning and Scott won another immunity each, and it looked to be the end for yet another of our first generation of campers." Duncan was shown sulking. "But things really heated up when Jasmine and Sammy's simmering problems came to a full fledged explosive boil about Scott!" Sammy and Jasmine were seen screaming at each other in the wake of the ocean, the orange sunset lightning them both in a warm glow. "And this caused Jasmine to snap, who swapped her vote from Duncan to Sammy and sent the nice twin home again at the hands of someone she considered a good friend!" Sammy broke down crying and Jasmine looked guilty and conflicted. "Now, well…who the heck knows what's gonna happen!? I for one, can't wait to find out!" The shot cut to Chris, narrating live in the cockpit with Chef. "All I know is, it's probably gonna be juicy. Who will be going home next? Find out right here, right now, on Total! Drama! Generations!"

The eight campers were sitting in the Dining Area of the Jumbo Jet, picking idly at some dinner that had been provided by Chef.

"I gotta say, this is better than the stuff they served last time we were on this stupid hunk of junk," Duncan mused, sticking a piece of grilled chicken covered in rice into his mouth. "I'm kinda digging this Cajun flair. I think Beardo woulda liked this a lot."

"I think he's grabbing ingredients wherever we touch down and using that to spice stuff up," Jasmine agreed, also eating with gusto.

The eight were split into two groups, one of five and one of three: Duncan, Dawn, Bridgette, Owen and Jasmine were at one table, with Scott, Jo and Lightning at the other.

Owen had already scraped his plate clean. "Yum." He let out a small belch and pushed his plate away from him. "I wonder where we're gonna go next?"

"I dunno, Chris has been oddly kind with these challenge locations," Jo said suspiciously. "Transylvania was kinda mid, but South Korea and Barbados were both cool."

Chris voiced crackled over the intercom. "Just a bit of a heads up, camper-inos. We've got quite the hike to our next destination. 17 hours, to be exact. So rest up; get some sleep. We'll be touching down in the middle of the night local time."

"Who's sleeping where?" Bridgette asked the intercom, as if Chris could hear her.

Funnily enough, the intercom responded. "Lightning and Scott are in First Class since they won the challenge."

Lightning kissed one of his biceps. "At this rate, they should just call it Lightning-class, cause he's always stayin' in it!"

"Sweet," Scott smirked, "a little fancy R&R is never a problem in my book."

"As for Loser Class, everyone who got their boat sunk," Chris continued, "so Jasmine, Duncan, Owen and Jo. You guys are going to enjoy Loser Class with Alejandro and Heather."

"Oooh, I can say hi to Al!" Owen said happily. "I wonder how he's holding up? D'you think his voice is still all weird and he's a wimpy version of his old self that gets beat around by some edgy, twiggy guy with grip strength to rival a silverback gorilla?"

Bridgette smirked, "I think you should ask him that when you see him, Owen. And make sure you phrase it exactly like that."

"I second that," Duncan grinned.

"That leaves Dawn and Bridgette as the sole residents of Second Class," Chris finished. "Alright, ya boi Hostman gonna pop some Z's, cuh. Peace out!"

"I hate when he tries to talk young," Jo gagged. She finished up her meal and stood up from the table. "Guess I better go ruin Alejandro and Heather's night."

Scott touched the side of his still bruised face and winced. "Pfft, glad I don't have to deal with those two tonight."

"Yeah, what happened to your face anyways?" Lightning asked the hick.

"Ugh, I don't wanna talk about it." Scott stood up from the table and headed towards First Class. "Let's go enjoy some luxuries while these losers are all jealous of us, Lightning."

Lightning smirked and stood up too, leaving the table empty. "Sounds good to the Lightning. He's gonna enjoy Lightning-Class to the fullest extent!"

"Damnit, stop calling it that," Duncan complained. "So lame."

"Let him have his simple pleasures," Dawn chided Duncan. "Let not the joys of others taint your own mood, Duncan."

Duncan just gave her an unamused stare.

"Ooh, ooh, is that Shakespeare?" Owen asked. He drew himself up and stiffened out his bottom jaw, putting on a truly atrocious British accent. "Do not ask for whom the bell tolls! For it tolls for thee!" He dropped the accent and giggled. "Good ol' Billy Shake-a-spear, what a guy, amirite?"

At Owen's misquote of Hemingway, somewhere, somehow, Noah died a little inside.

"Alright, I've had about enough of this," Jasmine grunted, tired and cranky still from the previous couple days.

"Yeah, who even let you sit at our table anyways?" Duncan said snidely.

"Hey! Jasmine is welcome at my table anytime!" Owen told Duncan.

"Yes, I too do not disapprove of her presence here," Dawn chimed in.

"Besides, doofus," Bridgette jabbed Duncan in the ribs, making him yelp and glare at the surfer, "she's the only reason you're even still here. Without her vote flip we'd be talking to Sammy right now."

Duncan rubbed his sore ribs and moved his glare from Bridgette to Jasmine. "Don't think I owe you anything for that, by the way," Duncan told the tall woman, "because I know you didn't do it to save me, and that you're probably already regretting it."

"You're right," Jasmine shot back, "I do regret it. But it happened and I can't change that," she stood up from the table, "and that's something all of us are going to have to live with."

"Oh, we're living with it," Scott snapped, pausing on his way to First Class to observe the conversation going on between the five. "And you'll be paying for it, soon enough."

"Why dontcha put your money where your mouth is, mate?" Jasmine told him tiredly. "And Sammy's gone now, alright? You can drop this facade that you ever gave a crap about her."

Scott crossed his arms. "You really don't know anything, do you?" He shook his head and turned around, heading towards First Class for good. "You're an idiot, Jasmine."

Jasmine glared after him as the redneck left the room. "What's his deal? Why does he think we all believe his crap?"

Dawn looked like she wanted to say something on the matter, but ultimately kept quiet. Instead, she sighed and stood up. "Perhaps it is time to retire for some rest," she said plainly. "I bid all of you a goodnight, except for Bridgette," she offered the girl a smile, "I suppose I'll see you in Second Class shortly."

"Definitely," Bridgette smiled back. "Be right there."

Dawn drifted off, her small feet barely making any noise on the metallic floors.

Jasmine stomped off to Loser Class, leaving just the three remaining Gen I campers in the Dining Area.

The three sat in comfortable silence for a second. Owen used his finger to wipe up any last morsels from any of the surrounding plates, while Duncan stared off into space. Bridgette stared at the punk curiously.

However, it was the big lug that was first to speak up.

"So, how ya doin', Bridgette?" Owen asked, sucking a few grains of rice off his finger. "I feel like we haven't gotten to talk all that much since you left Team Oddball!"

Bridgette smiled warmly at him, "I'm doing good, Owen. Just trying to help this knucklehead here through all his issues," she nudged Duncan with her foot under the table, making the punk roll his eyes.

"Aw, poor Dunc," Owen said sympathetically, reaching out and patting the punk on the shoulder with his non-slobbery hand. "I know, you've had a rough go of it this season, huh?"

"Pfft, you can say that again," Duncan scoffed, comfortable enough with the two present to not have to feign strength. "But it's whatever. Now that I squeaked by the last ceremony, I think I've finally gotten the jump to get my head back in this game."

"Especially with Dawn on our side now, too," Bridgette added with a smile.

"Ooh, is Dawn an official ally?!" Owen said excitedly. "That's so cool!"

"Yeah, the little weirdo came up to me that night in Barbados and basically was like 'we should work together'…" Duncan told his fellow finalist. "I wasn't about to turn down an ally."

Owen nodded, taking in the information. "So what's the plan? Who do we vote off next? I doubt Jasmine is gonna vote with Scott."

"Which means we should have majority," Bridgette finished. The surfer tucked her knees up under her chin, a contemplative look on her face. "So theoretically we should have our pick of who leaves…if it wasn't for…"

"Scott's idol," Duncan grumbled. "Which basically means we're gonna have to sacrifice one of us to get rid of it."

"That's not true, Dunc," Owen argued, "Remember the new rule with the idol?"

Duncan and Bridgette were silent for a second, before Bridgette's eyes widened, a lightbulb going off in her head. "Oh yeah! You have to play it before the barf bags are given out!"

"Exactly! Otherwise, you know Sammy would've been saved by Scott last ceremony," Owen said eagerly.

"That's right," Duncan snapped his fingers, "the greasy hick even tried to save her with it!" He shook his head, "I hate the guy, but even I can see that his feelings for Sammy are legit."

"I think they are too," Bridgette admitted, "but anyone who's watched Pahkitew Island knows how stubborn Jasmine can be. When someone is so often right, it's hard for them to accept when they're wrong."

"So all we have to do is not let the other side figure out who we're voting for…" Duncan continued. "Shouldn't be too hard…" he looked out over his allies, "Who do you guys think we should target?"

Owen and Bridgette exchanged a look.

"Look at you, taking in our opinions," Bridgette told him warmly.

"What of it? Last time I tried to be authoritarian, it got my ex-girlfriend hating me even more than she already did." Duncan crossed his arms. "Besides, I know who I think would be best, but I wanna hear what you two think."

Bridgette scratched at her nose, "well, I think you have crappy relationships with both Jo and Scott, so they'll be thinking we'll be targeting them the most."

"So it's probably safest to vote Lightning!" Owen chimed in.

Duncan smirked, and for the first time in a while his confident sparkle was back in his teal blue eyes, "glad we're all on the same page." He stood up. "Alright, let's get some rest."

Owen and Bridgette stood too, and Bridgette bade the two boys goodnight.

"See you tomorrow!" Owen told the surfer, embracing her goodnight.

"Sleep tight, Owen," Bridgette smiled, unlocking from his hug before turning to Duncan.

"I don't really do hugs," he deadpanned.

Bridgette just giggled, "Believe me, I know." She offered him a fist bump. "See you tomorrow."

The two racked knuckles. Bridgette headed off towards the bathrooms, while Owen and Duncan went straight for economy class.

The two entered the class to see Jo, Jasmine, Alejandro and Heather all sitting in frosty, frosty silence.

That silence was of course immediately broken by Owen, who bounded up to Alejandro and Heather with the eagerness of a golden retriever puppy.

"Woohoo! Hey Heather, hey Al….ejandro!" He quickly corrected himself, remembering how much Alejandro hated his nickname.

Alejandro, who's eyebrows had initially furrowed upon seeing Owen, relaxed slightly at the correction of his name. "Owen…" he said tiredly, "it's…been a long time."

Heather smirked at her boyfriend, knowing full well how much she didn't like the butterball. "Hey Owen, you're looking as goofy and carefree as ever."

Owen giggled, settling himself down on the bench next to Heather with a content sigh.

"Blugh, how do you even want to speak to those clowns, Owen?" Jo retched.

Before Owen could respond, Heather chuckled and crossed her arms, staring across the Economy Section at Jo, who was glaring daggers at Heather.

"Clowns?" Heather repeated, glancing at Alejandro before returning her attention to Jo. "These clowns had no trouble giving you the boot in All-Stars, if I recall correctly."

If Heather was hoping to rile Jo up, she was in for a letdown. The jockette just scoffed, waving away Heather's jab. "Old news from the Old Heather, how fitting. At least I got invited back, unlike you two."

Heather opened her mouth to argue, but Alejandro reached out and gently squeezed her thigh. "It is not worth engaging with her," he told her softly. "Let her bluster. Hyenas, remember?"

Heather huffed and crossed her arms. "Fine."

Jasmine was staring glumly at the floor, ignoring the buzz of conversation going on around her. She let out a loud sigh, something that Owen noticed from his position next to the villainous couple.

"Aw, Jazz," Owen said sympathetically, "you still feeling down in the dumps?"

"Of course she is," Alejandro said, a touch of actual sympathy in his voice, "she had to make a very tough decision."

Jasmine lifted her head to glare at the Latin boy, "a decision I made based on your information, which I'm not even certain is TRUE anymore!"

Duncan raised an eyebrow at this. "Yeah, can I get some information? Can't be picking and choosing now, can we?"

"I can tell you Weird Goth Girl hates your guts, but I don't need special Aftermath powers to know that," Heather snapped.

Genuine pain flashed through Duncan's eyes, and he clammed up. This seemed to surprise Heather, and an almost guilty look appeared on her face as she surveyed the sulking punk.

Being kind in a way only Heather could, she scoffed at him. "Oh don't be such a big wimp about it, Duncan. You're many things, but sensitive isn't one of them."

"Stuff it Heather," Duncan told her tiredly, stretching out on the bench across from her and turning so his back was towards the others. "I'm trying to get some shuteye."

Owen gave Heather a disapproving look and stood up, heading across to the other bench where Duncan, Jo and Jasmine were.

"Sheesh," Heather muttered. "What a bunch of babies…"

(Confessional: Owen.)

"Man, everything is so tense right now," Owen sighs. The big lug looks a little gloomy, but only for a second. His face perks up and he smiles at the camera, "but at least I have my pals Bridgette and Duncan! We're working together with Dawn, and hopefully we can go all the way!"

(End Confessional: Owen.)

(Confessional: Jo.)

Jo lets out a haughty scoff. "God damn, everyone except Owen is such a mopey, whiny little baby! Is this called Total Drama Daycare or something!?" She trails off, silent for a second, before sighing. "Though I suppose with everyone down in the dumps, it'll be easier for me to get a step ahead. It's just…less fun crushing the competition when there's so little fight in them."

(End Confessional: Jo.)

(Confessional: Duncan.)

"Stupid Heather, she doesn't know anything," Duncan grumbles, looking off to the side. He shakes his head and smacks himself in the face. "No! The time for sulking is over. Gwen is gone, you guys are done, and it is what it is. It's time to move on. Being sad isn't gonna do anything except get you eliminated. I came back to try and get Gwen back, but if that's a bust then I might as well bag another million."

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

"Ugh," Jasmine sighs, "how can I even go forward like this? I've never been one to sulk about but…things are just different this time around." She leans an elbow on her knee and rests her chin in her hand, silent and glum. "…I guess I understand how Duncan feels now, moping about like a baby who's lost his lolly." She grabs her hat off her head and wrings it, a nervous habit. "I gotta just get a good night's sleep and get my head back in the game. There's nothing I can do about the Sammy situation until after I'm eliminated or win. And I'd much rather talk to Sammy with a million dollar check in my pocket."

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

Bridgette, finished with getting ready for bed in the ramshackle bathroom, headed back down the dimly lit hallways. The plane shifted slightly, and she paused for a second to stare out one of the windows. Despite it being time for bed, the sun was just beginning to shine up over the horizon. There were no nearby clouds, so she just stood and stared over the blood-orange sky for a moment, taking it all in.

Eventually, the surfer let out a yawn, and snapped out of her stupor. She tucked her hands back into her hoodie pockets and padded back through the Dining Area and into Economy Class.

Everyone was now asleep, though Alejandro's eyes instantly opened upon hearing her footsteps into the room. The two of them made eye contact for a brief second, before Alejandro gave her an awkward nod and quickly closed his eyes again.

Bridgette rolled her eyes, sparing his resting body nothing more than a passing glare as she moved through Economy and into Second Class.

"There you are, I was beginning to wonder!"

Bridgette smiled at the voice and walked deeper into Second Class, settling herself directly across from the only other inhabitant for the night.

"Sorry, I got distracted by the sunrise," Bridgette told Dawn, getting herself comfy in her entirely average seat.

"Isn't Mother Nature magnificent?"

"She really is!" Bridgette said earnestly.

Dawn, dressed in her pink PJ's, peered across at Bridgette earnestly. "So," she said, "what did you, Duncan and Owen discuss?"

"Just our game plan going forward," Bridgette responded, her voice thick and drowsy as she settled deeper into her chair, "we let Owen know you're in the alliance, and we talked about who to target going forwards…"

"Oh, interesting. Who did you decide would be best?"

"Errr, well you probably won't be stoked," Bridgette said, suddenly a little less sleepy and a little more awkward, "but we kind of think Lightning would be the best person to go after."

"…" Dawn remained silent for a moment, a ponderous expression on her face as she stared back at Bridgette. "I see," she said patiently, "and the reasoning behind this is…?"

"Well we know Scott has the idol," Bridgette explained, "and…well…" she faltered out, realizing that what she was about to say would sound…insensitive.

"Go ahead, Bridgette, I can take it," Dawn told her gently.

Bridgette fidgeted in her seat, avoiding eye contact with the other girl. "Well…I guess we just felt that Scott would be less likely to play the idol on Lightning rather than him or Jo because you'd be less likely to target Lightning."

The blond leaned back in her seat, stoic as ever. Her words were anything but, though. "I would have qualms with this, Bridgette. I'm sure you're well aware of my past history with Scott, and how fond I am of Lightning. I would find it extremely difficult to cast a vote for Lightning with Scott and Jo also being available to be targeted."

"I understand," Bridgette said sympathetically, "and I'm sure Duncan and Owen would listen to reason…"

Dawn's stare turned glassy, as if she were suddenly somewhere else. It only lasted a moment though, before she shook her head to clear it and sighed. "Never mind. I will do what is necessary. If the Great Earth Mother deems that voting off Lightning is what I need to do, I shall do it."

Bridgette reached across and pat Dawn's leg sympathetically, "I know it's tough. Maybe Lightning will win immunity again and we won't even be able to vote for him. He's been on a tear with the wins."

"True," Dawn agreed, "three immunities in a row, and he has no intention of stopping there."

Bridgette took her hand off Dawn's leg and leaned back in her chair, letting out another yawn. "Well, I guess we can figure it all out during and after the challenge tomorrow."

"Indeed," Dawn agreed, "I know how badly you want to win a challenge to prove to yourself that you're a worthy competitor. Hopefully tomorrow will be that day."

"Yeah, I do," Bridgette confirmed, "wait…how did you know all that? I haven't told many people about that."

Dawn gave her a warm smile, "oh it's all over your aura."

"I'll never understand how you do that…"

(Confessional: Bridgette.)

"It'll be a little tough to navigate these next few votes," Bridgette says with a slight frown. The surfer sits criss-cross applesauce on the toilet, with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her voice was heavy and croaky, and she let out a large yawn. "And while I do enjoy Dawn on a personal level, there's a certain kind of insecurity when it comes to working with her strategically. Almost like I'm not sure she's gonna stick to a plan…" She shrugs, "but the fact that we seem to have half the remaining people on our side seems to bode well for us…" She eyes the floor, and her teeth catch her bottom lip nervously. "But when is anything on Total Drama ever that simple?"

(End Confessional: Bridgette.)

(Confessional: Dawn.)

"Despite what people may think, I cannot see the future," Dawn says pensively, "however, every thing on this planet gives off energy, whether it be physical or spiritual. Using that energy as a guide to predict what may happen is certainly feasible." She gives a little sigh. "If only I could will the rest of this game to be the way I want…but…" she shakes her head, "no, that would not be right or just. Things shall play out as they are meant to. I will do no meddling."

(End Confessional: Dawn.)

Some hours later, Scott awoke with a groggy yawn. He surveyed First Class, wondering what his first move should be. He turned in his seat to locate Lightning, who was sleeping peacefully three rows behind him. Satisfied, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the Chris McLean Invincibility Statue. He flipped it in his hand, catching it and admiring the fine wooden details of the immunity idol.

"This little puppy is gonna come in real nice," Scott said with a smirk. "Especially now that Traitor-smine is against us." His brow knit into a scowl and his grip tightened on his idol. "Can't wait to send her giant butt sailing out that plane…"

"Who's butt?" Came a voice from right behind him.

"Ack!" Scott jumped in his seat, reflexively flinging the arm holding the idol out in panic. Wood whistled towards the unexpected arrival's head, but the newcomer ducked it easily enough.

"Sha-dang! Cool it, Stinky-man, the Lightning just asked a question!"

Scott turned in his seat to see the crouched down Lightning giving him an annoyed look. "Whoa! Sorry Protein-brains, you startled me." He pocketed the idol. "You was just sleeping a moment ago."

"Yeah, but then he woke up and walked over here to hear you talkin to yourself like some kinda crazy person," Lightning told him pointedly. He regained his full height and walked over to the bar, looking over the menu where one could order food items from the stewards.

"Just venting about stupid Jasmine," Scott told the meathead.

"Awww, you miss your girl," Lightning said, half-teasing and half sympathetic.

Scott looked like he wanted to protest, but after a few seconds of silence deflated, letting a glum look overcome his face. "Yeah, I do. I really wanted to kick butt with her, y'know?"

"Lightning knows exactly what you mean, dude," Lightning told him, leaving the bar to head over to Scott. He put a giant hand on the redneck's shoulder, giving it a sympathetic squeeze. "Lightning thought that he and Sky would dominate this competition, kicking it all the way to the finale." He shrugged his massive shoulders, and took his hand off of Scott. "But this game is fickle. It rarely works out like you want."

Scott looked up at the standing jock, eyebrow raised curiously. "Dang…thanks, Lightning. I'm not used to getting much sympathy…"

"Yeah, that's cause usually you're a mega-jerk," Lightning responded, "but hey, even mega-jerks got feelings." His stomach growled loudly. "Sha-dang, the Lightning needs his protein." He jogged back over to the menu. "But don't you worry, Lightning is on board to get Jasmine outta here. You'll feel way better when you can get your revenge. Lightning got his on Scrawny-Traitor-Guy, and you'll get yours."

Scott turned to look out the window, letting out a heavy sigh. "I hope so…"

(Confessional: Scott.)

"Lightning ain't a half-bad guy," Scott admits, "bout as bright as dirt, but he's grown up a bunch and means well." He shakes his head. "Man, I just want Jasmine out so bad!"

(End Confessional: Scott.)

(Confessional: Lightning.)

Lightning gives the camera a confident smirk. "Lightning knows he talks about it a lot, but he's three for three on immunities as a Solo Act!" He kisses one of his biceps. "It's honestly relaxing to not have to worry as much about the strategy stuff. Shorty's not in the game anymore, and Noah's gone, so he ain't got no one to ally with or target! Yeah, he's kinda aligned with Scott and Jo, but no way does the Lightning trust them! I'm a threat, and it won't be long before Scott and Jo turn on him to get the Lightning outta here!" The jock laughs, though it's rather menacing. "Let 'em try."

(End Confessional: Lightning.)

Finally, mercifully, the plane completed it's 17 hour trek.

"Attention all contestants," Chris's voice came over the intercom, "we will be touching down in Borneo, Malaysia shortly! Prepare yourself for landing!"

"Malaysia, huh?" Jasmine, in Loser Class with the others, looked excited. "Alright then, that's more like it!" She stood up and adjusted her hat, "actual wild places!"

"I wonder what the challenge is going to be," Jo pondered, also standing up and beginning to do some stretches. "I'm tired of sucking in these."

"Haven't you won immunity? In Korea?" Duncan asked her.

"Yeah, but one outta three is terrible, and I did horribly in the other two." She twisted her hips, and grunted in satisfaction as they popped. "Gotta get that ratio up. Already humiliating enough that Lightning is showing me up all the time."

"I wonder what it's like to win individual immunity," Owen pondered.

"It's quite nice," Alejandro said smoothly.

"Yeah it is," Duncan agreed. "Though I guess technically when I won it in World Tour it was with Courtney, but still," the punk shrugged his shoulders, "merge immunity. Don't really care who it's with. Winning it with the two Revenge of the Island doofus's was pretty nice too."

"Look at you two with your tiny handful of immunity wins," Heather smirked, her tone haughty and her expression smug. "As someone who has won it more than anyone ever has on this stupid show, I think you all should bow down to the queen."

Jo made a disturbingly realistic retching sound. "I think I'll pass on that one, thank you very much. You're just lucky we decided to dump Gwen before she could take your record."

Duncan grunted in displeasure at hearing the goth's name. "Can we not talk about her, please?"

"Aww, did I make you sad?" Jo mocked, holding in a laugh. "Get over yourself, Prison Break. She's gone. You can continue to simp after her once the show is over. It's not like she's dead." She turned away from the punk to head for the Dining Hall, but bumped face-first into the chest of Owen, who had moved to stand in front of her. "Ow! What gives, Lardball?" She looked up at the boy to see him glaring sternly down at her, a paternal disappointment etched on his normally jovial face.

Owen didn't say anything, merely opting to put his hands on his hips and continue to look disapprovingly down at the jockette.

Jo's shoulders scrunched up and what could almost be described as a pout appeared on her face. "What?" She whined, "I'm just busting his chops! Don't take it so seriously!"

Owen continued to remain silent and unmoving.

Jo glared at him for a few more seconds before letting out a sulky sigh and turning back to Duncan. "Fine. I didn't mean to hurt your fragile, wimpy feelings. I didn't realize how much of a little bitch you are, and for that I'm sorry." She turned back to Owen. "Happy?"

Owen stared for another second, before breaking into a grin and crushing Jo in one of his signature back-breaking hugs. "Awww, good job, Jo! That wasn't so hard, was it?!"

"Yeah, it was real heartfelt," Duncan said sarcastically, brushing past the rest and heading towards the Dining Hall.

Owen giggled, released Jo, and jogged after Duncan.

(Confessional: Jo.)

"What is it about that fat, fatty, fatterson that makes me wanna be nice?" Jo scoffs, disgusted. "He's like your uncle that's basically your third parent, if you're lucky enough to have both." She rolls her eyes, "whatever, you know what I mean. He just oozes positive energy, and I don't know whether I respect him for it or if it pisses me off…" Her eyes widen, "wait, did I just say positive energy?! Oh no, I'm starting to sound like Dawn!"

(End Confessional: Jo.)

(Confessional: Owen.)

"I just want everyone to get along, for the most part," Owen sighs, "but it's so hard when everyone is so competitive!" He shrugs, "but at least if they're all angry with each other, they're not angry with me!"

(End Confessional: Owen.)

The door to the plane opened up.

"Alright, everyone hop out!" Chris ordered, "it's only a 15 foot drop down and we put some mattress down below. Chop chop!"

"First out, Sha-BAM!" Lightning dove out the door, somersaulting midair and landing perfectly on his feet.

Jo, not one to be shown up, also jumped out.

One by one, everyone found themselves out of the plane and down on…the sandy beaches of Borneo.

"Welcome to Borneo, Malaysia!" Chris announced, having lowered himself down on a rope.

"Beaches again? Didn't we just do this?" Bridgette asked Chris, raising an eyebrow.

"Perhaps, but Barbados was a water challenge. No one will be getting wet here, don't you worry."

"Bet he's used to that," Duncan said to Owen out the side of his mouth, making Owen giggle profusely.

Choosing to ignore the punk's remark, Chris continued on his little spiel. "Borneo is known for a smattering of tiny, deserted islands, much like the one we're currently standing on. As a homage to classic reality television, today's challenge is going to be super simple!"

The eight contestants cheered at this.

"Ah-ah-ah, just because it's simple doesn't mean it's not painful," Chris tutted, enjoying the way their faces fell. "If anything, this challenge is brutal in it's simplicity."

Jasmine looked around the beach. "Well what is it, then? I don't see anything set up."

"It's a little ways into the jungle," Chris explained. "Follow me, and I'll lead you to the site." He jogged past the small group and headed in towards the jungle.

The campers followed him, and beneath their feet the ground went from fine white sand to dry, dusty dirt to a thick covering of leafy, watery plants. Wet foliage crunched under their feet and the light dimmed significantly from the trees and vines that hung above them.

"Bet you feel right at home, huh Jasmine?" Owen asked, looking around in awe at the tropical scenery.

"It's oddly comforting," Jasmine admitted. "And whatever it is I'm glad the challenge is in here. Having to do something in that hot sun would be brutal."

"Yeah, it's weirdly…not hot," Bridgette noted.

Dawn brushed her hand across a vine as she walked, a content smile on her face. "That is because these wondrous plants are absorbing most of the harsh sunlight. She stroked the trunk of a nearby tree, "thank you, Mother Earth, for your protection."

Scott rolled his eyes at this, choosing to address Chris. "Are we almost there?"

"As a matter of fact, we are!" Was Chris's response.

The group entered a clearing. In the center of a clearing was what looked like an Ancient African Totem, about six feet tall. Set up around the African Totem were wooden pegs, sticking up out of the ground about six inches high. There were eight pairs of two, so sixteen in total.

Unlit tiki torches lined the outside of the clearing, and the overall vibe of the area was mildly eerie.

"Oh my, there is strange energy here," Dawn said, a little concerned as she approached the totem.

Bridgette gulped, "like…bad energy?"

"Not necessarily," Dawn frowned, running her hand over the totem with her eyes closed. "But there certainly is a lot of it…I've never sensed anything like it. This is extremely interesting." She turned to Chris. "Where did you find this Totem, Chris?"

Chris shrugged. "It's always been here, actually. I sent interns to scout a bunch of these islands ahead of time to locate the best one. This was the only island with this cool totem thingy, so we chose this one. Saved me some money having to import my own, so I was stoked."

"Man, can we just get on with the challenge already?" Lightning said impatiently, "Lightning's ready to win!"

"Sure thing," Chris acquiesced. "Now, incase you haven't figured it out. This is a raw endurance test. First things first, I need everyone to remove their shoes."

"My shoes?" Jo asked, looking down at her trainers. "Dude, there's probably a bunch of nasty, bitey bugs in this jungle grass. No way do I want my feet exposed to that!"

"Lucky for you, that won't be a problem," Chris told her. "Once your shoes are off, you'll be climbing up on one of those wooden pegs. Each foot goes on one of them.

There was silence for a minute as everyone took their shoes off, discarding them in the nearby grass.

"So, raw endurance?" Duncan asked for clarification. "What do you mean?"

"Everyone must lean forward and keep one hand on the totem at all times." Chris explained. "If you fall off the wooden pegs or remove your hand from the totem, you're out."

Jasmine eyed the geometry of the pegs to the totem pole and frowned. "Jeez, mate. This ain't gonna be easy on my back."

"Yeah, we had to make the pegs close enough so the shortest person could reach it," Chris explained, "and, in case you haven't noticed, Dawn is pretty freaking short." He turned to look at the moonchild. "Ain't that right, shorty? You short, shorty, Shorterson?"

Dawn frowned at the host, but said nothing.

"Don't pick on her you...uh…old, oldy, Olderson!" Lightning defended his friend, struggling for a minute to come up with something good but eventually spewing something he deemed acceptable.

"That cuts me deep, Lightning," Chris deadpanned.

"Can we cut the playground squabbling already?" Jo asked. "How do we win this challenge?"

"The last two people up there will receive something in return for winning the challenge," Chris told the group. "Now listen up because this is very important! The second to last person in the challenge wins invincibility! They will be immune tonight, and cannot receive the vote!"

"Well then what does the last person up there win?" Lightning asked.

"Wait a minute," Owen interrupted, "Chris just said the vote, not votes, plural…"

"Remarkably perceptive, my obese oba-chan," Chris praised the OG winner. "The last person up there will NOT receive invincibility!"

Lightning still wasn't getting it. "Sha-HUH?! What's the freakin' point of winning the challenge then?! Winners ALWAYS receive immunity!"

Scott's eyes widened. "Not always. Remember the go cart race in Revenge of the Island?"

Chris's wrists flicked out, shooting finger guns at the redeneck. "Bingo, Scott! The last person touching the Totem Pole will receive the ONE AND ONLY VOTE at tonight's elimination ceremony!"

Everyone gasped.

"Shit," Duncan muttered.

"Oh no," Bridgette gulped.

"YES!" Jo whooped, turning to Lightning and slugging him in the shoulder. "Let's go, Jockstrap! Guess those muscles finally will come in handy!"

"Sha-please, they always come in handy!"

Jasmine was glaring daggers at the Revenge of the Island trio. "You lot better prepare yourselves. It's gonna be a real humbling experience for ya."

"As if!" Jo just laughed, "you're a good foot taller than that Totem, even without the pegs! You're back's gonna be on fire within a couple hours."

Jasmine's eyes flicked to the totem. She hopped up on the pegs and craned her neck down to look at the top of the Totem. "Crikey…" she muttered, reaching out and leaning on the totem.

"You're pretty tough," Jo conceded, "but I think I like mine and Brightning's odds on this one."

"Look at 'em, just discounting us like that," Duncan scoffed, elbowing Owen lightly in the ribs. "We're gonna smoke 'em."

Owen looked down at himself, then back at Duncan. "Dude, I'm fat."

Duncan looked back at Owen. "Oh. Yeah."

"Yeah."

(Cockpit Confessional: Owen.)

Owen has a very stoic expression on his face, and rubs his face in contemplative thought. In the background, Chef is reading a magazine in the cockpit, humming to himself.

"This challenge is tough," Owen admits, oddly philosophical. "I give myself six or seven."

Chef peeked up from his magazine. "Hours?"

"Minutes."

(End Confessional: Owen.)

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

"Right, I'm pretty terrified," Jasmine gulps, "because if Scott wins, he's definitely gonna vote me out! I know I'm stronger than him, but this challenge isn't built for the super tall!" She takes a deep breath, "I'm just gonna have to dig deep. I've never excelled at enduring pain, which is why I take such strives to have skills to avoid pain. On the other hand…Scott's a bloody pain MAGNET." She shakes her head. "Hoo boy…"

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

(Confessional: Lightning.)

"Hmm. Lightning don't know who he's gonna boot off when he wins." Lightning admits. "That's a whole lotta responsibility. But winners got responsibility! That's especially true in this game!"

(End Confessional: Lightning.)

"Alright, everyone up on the pegs," Chris clapped his hands together rapidly. "We haven't got all day…" he paused, "okay well technically we do, but still get on the pegs."

Jo winced as she stepped up onto the pegs. "Man, these things are not comfortable."

"The downside of always wearing athletic shoes, I guess," Bridgette smirked, hopping up with ease. "My feet are callused as heck."

"Everyone lean forward and touch the totem." Chris announced. "There will be no food or bathroom breaks during this challenge. You'll get some water if you need some, though it's not recommend unless you're content with peeing yourself."

"Good thing Cody's not here," Duncan joked, "or we'd all be in trouble. Dude's always been comfortable peeing in his pants."

Bridgette laughed, then immediately looked guilty. "Haha, jeez, Duncan. That's not very nice."

"Still laughed though," Owen pointed out, teasing.

"The humor in it is because there's truth in it," Dawn said unnecessarily.

Everyone touched the podium. There was silence for a few minutes, the only sounds being the natural, naturey noises from the jungle around them.

"Wow, this is gonna be boring, isn't it?" Bridgette grumbled.

"Maybe we could tell stories to pass the time!" Owen said optimistically.

Jo shook her head, "Or we could not."

"Don't really care what you guys do," Chris told the group. "The episode will be stitched together with just the highlights shown."

"So there's not gonna be any 'surprises'?" Dawn asked skeptically. "I know how much you love those."

Chris shook his head. "Nope. No surprises or incentives. You know the rules and what's at stake. You just gotta dig deep." He looked around the clearing, "though honestly, there isn't anywhere too comfy for me to set up shop while I watch you guys duke it out." A smirk appeared on his face. "Fortunately, I have just the solution for that!" He lifted his arms above his hands and clapped his hands. "Ohhhhhhh interns!"

Duncan craned his neck to look at Chris, a wolfish grin appearing on his face. "Oh don't tell me…"

Alejandro and Heather emerged from the jungle, laden down with lawn chairs, a drinks cooler, a battery-powered fan, and other luxury items that Chris would likely want to use.

"How humiliating," Alejandro groaned, "to be used as mere mules for this wretched man…"

Heather walked over to Chris and dumped everything messily at his feet. "Here's your crap. I'm going back to the Jet."

"Ah-ah-ah," Chris tutted, "you guys gotta set up my spot. And I think I'll keep you guys around for the challenge too. Bossing you around will help keep the boredom away."

Alejandro also dumped the load he was carrying and put his hands on his hips. "Despite what you think, you cannot force us to be your slaves."

"Perhaps not, but I do get to decide when the Jumbo Jet drops your asses off at the Aftermath set," Chris smirked, "so you might want to think about being a little more obedient."

Alejandro and Heather glanced at each other, defeated.

"That's what I thought," Chris smirked. "Now set up the lawn chairs over there…"

As Chris began to boss the villainous couple around, the camera panned back to the eight campers, still in a circle still touching the totem with their feet on the pegs.

"How ya holding up, Owen?" Jasmine asked, looking to her left at the tubby boy.

A thin sheen of sweat had appeared on Owen's face, but otherwise the big guy looked unbothered. He used the arm not touching the totem to wipe it away, and shot the Amazonian a thumbs up. "Hanging in there! I don't think I'll be able to win, but I still wanna last as long as I can, y'know?"

"You five might as well literally hop down now," Jo scoffed, looking between Owen, Duncan, Bridgette, Dawn and Scott. "There's no shot any of you beat me. Like literally none."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Duncan warned her. "You got little baby princess feet. Give it a couple hours and you'll be in agony. We'll see how tough you are then."

"What did you just call my feet?" Jo spat at him. "You take that back! My feet are as tough as my fists!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever," Duncan rolled his eyes.

Bridgette wobbled a little, but regained her footing. "Ugh. Stupid clumsiness."

"Are we standing on pegs?" Lightning asked rhetorically, "are we having to lean a bit? Lightning can't tell, because this so shh-easy!"

Everyone ignored him, though Dawn turned to look up at Jasmine. "How are you holding up, Jasmine?"

"I'm fine," Jasmine said easily. "Sure this position hinders me a lot more than anyone else, but I'm still tough as nails. It'll take a lot to take me out this challenge."

"So I guess we wait," Scott said, eyeing the others.

(Confessional: Scott.)

"I was pretty confident in at least getting second," Scott tells the camera, "but I really wanted to win to get that sole vote," he smirks, "sending Jasmine plummeting would be awesome."

(End Confessional: Scott.)

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

"Honestly, I don't think there's a chance I beat Lightning," Jasmine admits, "but they're gonna be gunning for me now that I sent Sammy home, so I need to get second to at least get immunity."

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

"Four and a half hours in," Chris narrated, "and surprisingly, all eight competitors are still standing in the challenge."

The sun had begun to dip below the horizon, making the already dim jungle even darker. Alejandro and Heather, who had spent most of the last four and a half hours lounging in the grass or doing menial tasks for Chris, were lighting the tiki torches around the clearing.

Of all eight competitors, only two looked to be less than 100%

Sweat dripped down Owen's face, and every once in a while his arm wobbled. He had his teeth set, determined to last as long as he phsyically could.

Bridgette too wasn't fairing too well. Not because her endurance wasn't great, but because the stress of falling prone to a bout of clumsiness was tiring her out more than usual.

"You got this Owen," Jasmine encouraged her friend, "channel your Naturalist energy!"

"I'm…I'm trying!" Owen panted, his arm wobbling again. He managed to steady it, but it was clear that he didn't have much left in the tank.

"You got it Owen!" Bridgette told him, despite being in not so great shape herself. "Hang in there!"

But it was all for naught. His arm wobbled again, and this time he was unable to re-straighten it, and his arm folded into his body. With a yelp, he lurched forward towards the totem and smacked face first into it. His face slid down it as his body fell off the pegs, and he hit the ground in a heap with a pained grunt.

Chris winced at the impact, "oooh, and we have our first casualty of the challenge! Owen, you're out my man."

Owen picked himself off the ground and plucked a long splinter from his cheek. "Ouch! Aw, well good luck guys! I tried my best!"

"Good try, bud," Duncan told him.

"Owen, you can head over to our loser area," Chris pointed to a spot in the grass where some blankets and snacks had been set up. "There should be sleeping bags over there too, there's a good chance this goes all night."

Owen peered up through the trees to see the rapidly darkening sky. "Woohoo! It'll be just like camping!"

"One down, seven to go, then Lightning wins victory!" Lightning hooted.

Bridgette ran some quick numbers in her head. "Uh, if seven more people go, there will be no one left."

Lightning blinked, then used his hand not touching the Totem to run some calculus. "Eight…thirteen…divide by twenty, carry the two…" he muttered to himself, "uhh…you sure about that?"

Bridgette blinked back at him. "Uh…pretty sure, yeah."

"Hmmm…Lightning'll get back to you on that one…"

(Confessional: Jo.)

"It's crazy how quick this challenge got tough," Jo gripes, "I think I actually would've preferred it if Chris was throwing things at us or something to keep it interesting, because once you get bored your focus slips really easily.

(End Confessional: Jo.)

(Confessional: Duncan.)

"If I wasn't so stressed about this 'sole vote' crap I would've jumped off ages ago," Duncan tells the camera, "that shit was booooooring."

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

"Congratulations campers, you've now hit the eight hour mark!" Chris told the seven campers still in the challenge.

It was now officially night time. The tiki torches crackled merrily, casting a warm glow over the circle of campers and the Totem. Owen was dozing in a sleeping bag, empty snack wrappers littered around him. Alejandro and Heather were standing behind Chris, waiting for the next chore that the host wanted them to do.

"Shoot, I'm starting to get a little sleepy," Bridgette muttered, giving her head a good shake.

"And my feet are starting to kill me," Jo muttered, shifting her weight on the wooden pegs. "They really start to dig into your soles after a while."

"That they do," Chris agreed.

Dawn let out a small little sigh, and stepped off the pegs, surprising most of the others.

"And Dawn is out!" Chris exclaimed, also surprised. "After showing no struggles whatsoever, she decides to just step off."

"It was my time," Dawn said cryptically, drifting over to loser area and sitting lotus-style next to the dozing Owen. "I wish those remaining the best of luck."

"Welp, I'm gonna go get some shut-eye," Chris told the others, "Alejandro and Heather, you're in charge until I get back. Just no interfering in the challenge."

Alejandro and Heather eyed each other. "Giving us hosting responsibilities?" Alejandro questioned. "An unexpected gesture, Chris…even by your standards."

"Oh please," Chris laughed, "As if I'd give you two bozos that kind of power. Just keep an eye on them and make sure they don't take their hands off the Totem." He got up from his lawn chair and headed back down the path towards the beach and the Jumbo Jet. "Later gators!"

Alejandro and Heather turned back to the six reamining campers in the challenge.

"Any guesses on who is next to go?" Alejandro asked Heather.

"Probably Bridgette," Heather shrugged, not seeming too interested in the challenge.

"I guess we shall see," Alejandro mused.

The camera panned to the moon as it passed through the sky.

Back with the six campers, it was clear that one person was reaching their limit, and it wasn't long before they slipped off their peg and took their hand off the totem to stabilize themselves.

"And after almost ten hours, Bridgette falls," Alejandro remarked. "A valiant effort."

"Ah well, I knew I probably wasn't gonna win," Bridgette, ever the good sport, merely shrugged before heading to the loser area to join the sleeping Dawn and Owen.

Scott looked out over his remaining competitors. The hick himself seemed completely unfazed.

Jo was beginning to shift her weight more and more, but seemed okay for the most part.

Jasmine was doing a good job at hiding her struggling, but her back was seriously starting to stiffen up.

Duncan seemed fine, a little disgruntled but hanging in there.

Lightning, like Scott, also seemed unfazed. The jock was humming merrily to himself.

"Seems like the real battle is going to commence now," Jo grunted, twisting her back.

"Maybe a battle for second," Lightning smirked.

"We get it, you're strong," Duncan snapped, "stop jerking yourself off, man. It's getting old."

"You think Lightning cares what you think?" Lightning scoffed, "Sha-please, fool."

Duncan just shook his head.

"Don't bother, Duncan. It just goes in one ear and out the other," Jasmine advised him. "Save your energy. We'll need every last drop."

"Oh, so you two are allies now?" Scott sneered at her. "How fitting."

"I wouldn't say that," Jasmine grunted, "I just figure he's got bigger fish to fry if he wins. And right now he's the only other person in this challenge that doesn't send me home if they win."

"She's got a point," Duncan admitted.

"Whatever," Scott scoffed. "You two ain't gonna stand a chance."

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

"I had to really dig deep," Jasmine tells the camera earnestly. "It was so stressful, going up against those three twats and knowing that if any of them were to win, I'd be out." She rubs at her eyes, refusing to get emotional, "god, how did my game go from so good to so utterly shite?"

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

(Confessional: Duncan.)

"Yeah, Jasmine's all convinced she's a goner if one of those three win," Duncan states, his arms crossed as he stares sternly at the camera, "but I wouldn't put it past either Scott or Jo to throw their vote my way. I've got beef with both of them, and I'm arguably in a better position in the game than Jasmine." He shakes his head, "it was definitely a long shot, but I had to do my best to win."

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

"Well well well, only one drop since the night, huh?" Came Chris's voice from the outskirts of the brush.

All five campers, bags under their eyes, turned to look as Chris emerged, sipping a coffee. "Gee whiz, guys," the host continued, smirking at them, "I thought this would be an endurance challenge, not another dang Awakeathon!"

His voice stirred Dawn, Owen and Bridgette from their slumbers. Owen noticed the host holding a drink tray. "Ooh, did you bring coffees for the remaining players? That's so nice, Chris!"

"Not for the remaining players, but for you losers," Chris told them, walking over to the loser area and handing Owen, Dawn and Bridgette some coffees. "We might have a while to wait still."

"Wow, thanks Chris!" Bridgette exclaimed, taking a cup and giving it a sniff, trying not to be outwardly suspicious. "It's uh…normal coffee?"

"Relax, it's untainted," Chris rolled his eyes.

"Do we get one?" Heather asked, also looking tired.

"No, but you can go back to the Jet and make some yourself," Chris told the two, "your services are no longer required today."

The two villains nodded, and wasted no time hurrying out of the area.

Chris turned to look at the five, and whistled. "Wow, all of you aren't looking so hot…except for Lighting, unsurprisingly."

"Man, this is cake!" Lightning boasted. "I could be up here all day! Sha-bam!"

Jo, Scott, Duncan and Jasmine were definitely looking worse for wear, with Duncan and Jo especially really starting to wobble.

"This is gonna get interesting real quick," Chris noted, looking at them all. "Can't wait to see who is first to drop!"

The first to drop turned out to be Duncan, who fell about forty five minutes after Chris arrived.

"Damn it!" The punk cursed, instantly sitting down in the foliage and rubbing his sore feet. "God, my feet are killing me."

"Just one more and then we're golden," Jo grunted, clearly in a lot of pain as she leaned forward.

"You've still got a ways to wait, mate," Jasmine panted.

"Yeah, well guess what, Giantess, it won't matter…when we…ugh…" Jo slumped forward, and slipped off the pegs, catching herself before her face smacked into the Totem. "Damn it…"

"Down to three, just like that!" Chris whooped. "Well well well, things just got interesting!"

"How you holding up, Scott?" Lightning asked his alliance mate.

Scott shrugged, "oh, I'm in agony. But I ain't a stranger to pain. If you remain mentally tough, you can last a long time on this type of stuff."

Lightning nodded. "Then we should have this in the bag."

Jasmine's face furrowed in determination. "I won't let you two beat me!"

"Unfortunately, that ain't entirely up to you," Lightning told her.

While the three squabbled, the five out of the challenge were sipping coffees and eating snacks as they observed the three.

"I mean, Lightning has to win this, right?" Bridgette asked. "I know Scott is gritty, but come on…even grit has its limits."

"Lightning absolutely has the endurance needed to pull off the win," Dawn agreed, "it all comes down to whether or not Jasmine can secure second place and immunity to protect her from the vote."

"Honestly, I kinda hope she goes down," Duncan admitted, "because if she's safe, I'm probably hosed."

"Who knows where Lightning's votes gonna go, don't stress too much," Bridgette consoled him.

"Yeah! Hopefully both you and Jasmine can still be here after tonight," Owen said nervously.

Jo remained silent, eating from a bag of chips as she observed everything going on around her.

(Confessional: Lightning.)

"Lighting would like to say it was on, but he wasn't even getting tired by the time all these babies started dropping out!" He scoffs, "Sha-pathetic!"

(End Confessional: Lightning.)

(Confessional: Dawn.)

"Oh my…"

(End Confessional: Dawn.)

A few more hours had passed. The sun was now high in the sky.

"We've just about reached twenty four hours," Chris whistled, "and it looks like Scott and Jasmine are this close to losing!"

It was true. Jasmine had gone rather pale, and her eyes had glazed over. Scott was panting heavy and letting out long groans of pain.

"Man, just drop already!" Lighting pouted, "Lightning's getting hungry!"

As if spurred by his command…someones sweat-slicked hand slipped off the Totem and they fell face first into the grass. Both Lightning and the other person gasped, as did the others at the loser area.

"And with that…Jasmine is out!" Chris announced, the camera panning to the crumpled girl. The host looked a little put out. "Great…so Lightning and Scott are our winners…again…"

"Uhhhh….noooo…" Jasmine groaned, still dizzy and weak from her exertions.

"Lightning," Scott grunted, clearly at his limit. "Let me take this one."

"Sha-what?! No way! Lightning's gonna win!"

"C'mon, man! You still won immunity! I want this! I want it to be me!"

Lightning chewed his lip, clearly conflicted. "…y'know what? Fine."

Everyone gasped as Lightning took his hand off the podium, and gracefully leapt down from the pegs. "It's all you, man. Get your revenge."

Scott fell backwards off the pegs and landed on his back in the grass, letting out a content sigh.

"And that's that!" Chris announced, "in a shocking turn of events, Lightning lets Scott get the sole vote! He can vote for anyone except for Lightning!"

Everyone except for Jo and Lightning groaned at this.

"Alright, let's get back to the Jet!" Chris smirked. "Chop chop!"

(Confessional: Lightning.)

"Man, as much as Lightning would've liked to take first place, he thinks it's probably a better move for him to let Scott take this one," Lightning admits, "because if Scott's the one voting someone out, he's the only person that can be blamed! Why would Lightning get all that blood on his hands when he can just let Scott do it instead?"

(End Confessional: Lightning.)

(Confessional: Scott.)

"Yes!" Scott whoops, "the power is mine! Let's go, baby!" He points to the camera, "Sammy, this one was for you!"

(End Confessional: Scott.)

(Confessional: Jasmine.)

Jasmine looks utterly defeated. "I didn't even beat Scott. Lightning I could stomach, but Scott?! It's like this challenge was made against me!" She thumps the wall of the Confessional, and the whole camera shakes. "I won't lose my dignity by begging Scott to keep me around, especially when I know he won't. I'll just have to look ahead and try to fix things with Sammy. Once I get to the Aftermath Set I can ACTUALLY get some answers about how Scott feels about her."

(End Confessional: Jasmine.)

(Confessional: Duncan.)

"Phew," Duncan says, wiping sweat from his brow, "I guess that worked out okay. We'll go into the Final 7 in a strong four with no wildcard. Could definitely be worse."

(End Confessional: Duncan.)

(Confessional: Owen.)

"Aw, Jasmine," Owen says, looking glum, "man, this sucks!"

(End Confessional: Owen.)

The shot cut to the Jumbo Jet, flying through the air once again. Another quick cut showed the Dining Area, where the eight campers were sitting at the tables. Chris stood in front of them.

"Alright, Scott will again be enjoying losers class. He'll choose one person to join him. Who's it gonna be, Scott?"

"I'm gonna pick…Jo," Scott said.

"Aw man, c'mon dude! The Lightning got second!" Lightning protested, "you really not gonna take him?"

"Nothing personal, bud," Scott shrugged, "besides, you've been in there enough. Let some of the other people get a turn."

Lightning crossed his arms and huffed.

"Elimination ceremony is in a couple hours. See you guys there," Chris told them. "Happy scrambling."

Everyone dispersed, and the camera chose to focus on Scott as he headed straight for First Class. He immediately collapsed into one of the plush, luxurious chairs, a pensive look on his face. The redneck leaned his elbow on the arm rest, and rested his chin in his palm, his eyes glazing over as he began to think. And think hard he did. After about five minutes, he jolted up, eyes wide, as if he had suddenly been shocked by something.

"Shit," he cursed, though there was no anger in his voice. "…shit, that's…wow…"

"You talking to yourself, Greaseball?"

Scott turned to see Jo entering First Class.

"Yeah, just thinking," Scott told her.

"Thanks for taking me up here, I thought for sure you were gonna take Lightning," Jo told him.

"No worries, you're better to talk strategy with."

Jo nodded. "Yeah. Speaking of, is it even worth talking about for this vote? I assume you're just gonna boot Jasmine."

Scott nodded, "that's what I'm thinking, yeah. I think it's what Sammy would want." He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. "What do you think?"

Jo settled herself in the chair across from him, tapping her chin in though. "Honestly? Jasmine's a pretty good bet, but you could definitely make an argument for Duncan. Jasmine's pretty isolated, but Duncan has his First Generation butt buddies."

"True…"

"And if they recruit either Jasmine or Dawn, we'd be hosed 4-3 and have to rely on playing the idol correctly," Jo pointed out. "But removing Jasmine from that equation keeps the numbers the same, so I guess it doesn't really matter." She scoffed, "and the girl deserves to get booted after that asinine move she pulled."

"You can say that again," Scott told Jo haughtily. "I've got some ideas movin' around the ol' noggin, but I'm pretty sure on what I'm gonna do."

"Cool, as long as it ain't my ass going out I don't give a shit who goes."

Scott snorted, "yeah, don't think you have to worry about that one."

"Good."

(Confessional: Scott.)

"Welp, I know what I gotta do, I think," Scott says, tired and cranky. "Let's just get this over with, I guess."

(End Confessional: Scott.)

"Attention campers, please report to the Elimination Area for the ceremony!" Chris announced over the intercom.

All across the plane, the nerves of the campers picked up as they stopped what they were doing, and filed off towards the dreaded event.

They walked in single file: Dawn, Jasmine, Lightning, Scott, Owen, Bridgette, Jo and Duncan.

After settling themselves on the bench, Chris entered the room, a solemn expression on his face. "Jasmine, you're looking especially over it," he noted. "It seems pretty obvious that you're getting the boot. Too obvious, perhaps?"

"I don't think so, Chris," Jasmine shook her head. "I made my move and I have to reap the consequences. It sucks, and I regret it, but that's life. If Scott actually does have feelings for Sammy, I won't blame him in the slightest for sending me home tonight."

Scott gave a stern little nod at those words, as if to say damn right.

Chris nodded, turning to Bridgette. "Bridgette, you a little worried tonight? You seem to be flowing through the game with relative ease. Does that make you a dark horse contender?"

Bridgette hunched her shoulders defensively, annoyed at being singled out. "Uh, no, Chris. No I don't think it does."

Chris nodded. "Welp, I guess I'll ask the question, even though it's pretty redundant this time around. If anyone has the Chris Mclean Invincibility Statue and wants to play it, now would be the time."

All seven heads turned to Scott, who rolled his eyes. "Yeah," he deadpanned, "I think I'm good."

"Figured that much," Chris smirked, "alright Chris, head into the Confessional and cast the sole vote. You can choose anyone except for Lightning."

"Sha-bam!"

"Shut up, Lightning," Chris said pleasantly, "off you go, Scott."

Scott nodded, took a deep breath, and hoisted himself off the bench. He padded past the others and into the Confessional.

(Voting Confessional: Scott.)

Scott, with no hesitation, walks into the booth. He picks up the stamp, does a quick once-over of the passports laid out for him, and quickly stamps a passport. He drops the stamp, scoffs, and leaves.

(End Voting Confessional: Scott.)

Scott returned to the Elimination Are and retook his seat.

"That was quick," Chris noted, "not much deliberation there, huh bud?"

Scott just shrugged. "Let's get this over with."

Chef walked on screen and handed Chris the singular passport.

"No need for marshmallows," Chris explained to the group. He held up the passport and gave it a waggle. "I'll just read out the vote. And if it's you, you're donezo."

Everyone looked nervously amongst each other.

"Alright, let's get this over with," Chris told them. He slowly opened the passport, angled so the other campers couldn't see, and cleared his throat. "The fourteenth person voted out of Total Drama Generations is…

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Chris turned the passport around, showing the group. "Owen."

The whole group gasped.

"WHAT?!" Owen, Bridgette, Duncan, Lightning and Jasmine yelped in unison.

"Me?!" Owen's jaw was nearly on the floor, "I mean…what…but…why!?"

"Yeah, what the hell are you playing at?" Jasmine asked, turning to look at Scott, "why didn't you vote me out?"

"Seriously, what's the matter with you?" Bridgette, who looked absolutely devastated, asked Scott.

Scott sighed and stood up. He walked over to Owen, who was looking more confused than upset, and clapped the guy on the shoulder. "Look, Owen, it ain't nothin personal, bud. If anything, you're one of the people I like the most out of everyone here."

"So why'd you vote me off?"

Scott shook his head, "because, you bunch of idiots, Owen's gonna sweep the jury vote! And at this rate no one even seems to be TARGETING him!"

"The jury vote?" Duncan repeated, confused, "you mean you voted out Owen for…for being a threat?"

Scott nodded, "Damn right. Jasmine's pissed off half the people here. Sure, I don't love my chances of going up against her in a challenge, but Owen here was getting a little too powerful for his own good. If he kept going, he woulda had this game easy."

Jasmine blinked. "Cor blimey, mate…if you took Owen out instead of me…there actually is a jury vote?"

"Yup!" Scott said quickly, "and you best thank your lucky stars, Jasmine. Otherwise I'd be waving you goodbye tonight."

"Aw man this sucks!" Duncan complained. He stood up and clapped Owen on the shoulder too. "I'm gonna miss you, bud!"

Bridgette walked over and gave him a hug, as did Dawn.

"Aww, I'll miss you guys too," Owen whimpered, doing his best to keep the tears in. "And no hard feelings, Scott, I respect your move on a strategical level." The big guy stopped his embrace of Dawn and stood up, walking over to where Chris was. "I was really hoping to make it further, but I guess it doesn't always work out like that, huh?" He grabbed the parachute from Chris. "I'm gonna miss you all."

Jasmine stood up and walked over to Owen as he was putting on his parachute. "Say hi to Shawn for me, mate, will ya?" She asked him, taking off her hat and wringing it between her hands. "Tell him…tell him I did what I thought I had to."

Owen nodded, and the two hugged. "You got it Jasmine, don't worry," he told her warmly as they hugged, "It'll all turn out okay."

"Thanks, Owen," Jasmine mumbled into the top of his head.

As they separated and Jasmine returned to her seat, Duncan walked up.

"Shit, man, this sucks," Duncan told Owen, holding out his hand.

The two clapped hands, and pulled it in for a bro hug.

"I know, I wish I could stay longer too," Owen sighed. "But you gotta keep fighting. On all accounts, okay? Remember, Gwen's watching."

Duncan nodded, "I gotcha, big guy. Safe landing, okay?"

Owen nodded. He turned to the group at large and gave them a wave. "Take care everyone! See you guys soon!" He turned to the open door and gulped. "Aw jeez…here goes nothing!" He plugged his nose, took a deep breath, and jumped out of the plane. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh…"

Chris peeked his head out until the fan favorite disappeared from view. Then, he retracted his head and closed the door. "Well, well, well," he dusted his hands off as he turned to look at the Final Seven. "Color me shocked too. Well played, Scott."

Scott just shrugged. "Just thinking long term is all."

"You guys can go, get some sleep. We have another hard challenge tomorrow," Chris told them.

One by one, the seven trickled out, the mood severely dampened by the loss of their jolliest member.

Chris turned back to the camera once he was alone. "Wow, and here I thought Owen had a serious shot of making the finale again! Guess Scott finally saw through the consistently underestimated Owen and sent him packing, huh? Who will be next to go? Where will I take these goobers next? Find out right here, next time, on Total! Drama! Generations!"

Drop of Shame Clip:

Owen shrieked as he free-fell through the sky, his eyes shut tight to protect against the biting wind. His hand fumbled for the chute cord, and upon finding it he yanked it hard. The parachute exploded open, and Owen's momentum slowed abruptly, making the big guy grunt from the change in velocity.

"Aw man, I really didn't expect that," Owen sighed, looking down in the dumps. "I guess I should be flattered though that Scott considered me enough of a threat to kick me out over Jasmine, who just sent his girl packing." He kicks his feet idly as he slowly descends towards the ground. "Ooh, speaking of girls, I'll get to see Izzy soon! Ooh! and Gwen! And Noah!" He grins broadly, "Woohoo! This is awesome!"

Passport Stamps:

Owen - 1 Stamp (Scott)

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

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

Reasoning for Elimination:

Aw, Owen! So sad to have to cut him here. Going into this story I was a little tired of how everyone tends to write Owen off as fodder in comp fics (something I myself have been guilty of in the past) for being a canonical "screen hog" (a valid claim, mind you).In this story, though I really wanted to try and show the best of Owen. Sure he had his comedy and his farts, but I wanted to showcase what I consider to be his strongest trait, his kindness. Originally, I had him go mid/late pre-merge, but pretty early on I decided he was going to make it quite a bit further. I'm really happy with how I handled him, and to be honest the way this story was going if Scott hadn't taken him out here he probably would've been a lock into the finale, due to his general consensus as a non-threat and his plethora of allies. I hope I did him justice, and I hope you guys enjoyed him.

Welp, that's that! Down to 7. Really getting close to the end, huh? Man oh man, crazy to think for me, at least.

- What did you think of Owen in this story?

- Are you happy he made it far, or do you think he overstayed his welcome?

- Who do you think will go next?

Alright guys, I'll catch ya on the next update. I'll probably try to crank out an episode or two of Total Drama Nobodies before I come back to this, but hopefully I can get an update out in another month or so! Ciao!