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This chapter's gonna be a little shorter than usual. Not by much, but still. With that in mind, I'd like to ask a few questions regarding the last chapter, that I was hoping people would talk more about.

What did you think of Duncan and Sanders' talk at the beginning?

What about Zoey and Noah's little conversation in the maze?

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"Welcome back to Total Drama Legends, here's what you missed." Don paused for a moment. "...Everything. The competitors fought for immunity in our cops and robbers movie themed challenge. Amy, once again, had her back against the wall, with two very vengeful competitors gunning for her (Duncan and Jo). It was an all out race to the finish, with four lucky competitors (Duncan, Samey, Jo and Amy) taking the win. Unfortunately for the three dudes, Amy was able to convince the others to vote off one of the guys. In other drama related news, Mike finally admitted his suspicions about Duncan to his girlfriend. Unfortunately, he may not be calling her that for long. Speaking of relationships, we may have seen the next step in the unlikely pairing of Duncan and Sanders. Ultimately, the girls agreed to vote off Noah, ending the Brainiac's memorable run."

The camera flashed to reveal Don sitting in a darkly lit room, with several TVs in front of him. "Am I showing a little bias? Probably, but I don't care. I liked the guy." Don looked around the room, looking annoyed. "Where is Chef? He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago." He turned his attention back to the camera, and flashed his traditional smile. "He'll probably show up later. Trust me, he does not want to miss what we have in store. We have one of the most action-packed, heart pounding, jaw dropping challenges in Total Drama history. And it's coming your way...right here...on Total...Drama...L...egends! But seriously, where is he?"

Mike sat solemnly on the side of his bed. Duncan had been pacing around the trailer, clearly frustrated. The Spikey-Haired competitors looked up at him.

Confessional (Mike): He sighed sadly. "I really screwed up. Now Zoey doesn't even want to see me." He sat in silence for a moment. "I guess I kinda deserve it. I just hope she doesn't break things off." He gulped. "Unless she already has…"

Static.

"Ok, we're in trouble." Duncan began, not breaking his pace. "If the girls voted off Noah, they probably realize they can just vote either of us off, whenever they want." Mike kept watching him pace back and forth. "We can probably convince some of them to not vote for us, but I don't think it'll last." He sat on the bed, across from Mike, and sighed.

Mike looked at the downcast Ex-Con. "Hey, Duncan…" The Green-haired competitor looked up. Mike scratched the back of his head. "I just wanted to say...that I'm...sorry."

Duncan looked confused. "What? What are you-" Then he went wide eyed and stood up. "Wait. Did you not vote with us? Is that why Noah got eliminated?"

Mike defensively held up his hands. "No. I voted with you guys. I'm talking about something else."

Duncan exhaled, and eased up. "Alright, what's up?"

Mike took a deep breath. "Ever since I came back," He turned away. "And even before that…" He looked back at Duncan. "I was...worried that Zoey was cheating on me...with you." Duncan gave a confused expression, not sure how to process what was just said. Mike went on. "I recently found out I was wrong and...I wanted to apologize for thinking it."

Duncan didn't say anything. He looked more confused than angry, which made Mike feel a little better. Finally the Ex-Con snapped out of his trance. "Umm...It's all good…I guess." He left the trailer without a word.

Mike felt a little better, but he knew he still had a long hole to dig himself out of.

Gwen was now in a familiar position. For the second time now, she was in the girls trailer, trying to comfort her sniffling friend.

"I didn't think he would ever lose trust in me," Zoey croacked. She sniffed again, and wiped her eyes. "Being apart for so long really did a number on our relationship…"

Gwen couldn't help but look a little guilty. She put her hand behind her head. "Ummm…" Zoey looked at her. "I...talked to Mike about what was going on, and I...I kinda told him that he should talk to you about it." She gathered her thoughts for a moment. "I'm sorry if this ends up damaging your relationship."

Zoey looked away. Gwen could see her face, but was hoping her friend wasn't upset with her. Eventually, the Indie Chick exhaled. "It's fine, Gwen." She turned to look at her. "I don't blame you for what happened. Mike should've talked to me." She stood up, still looking downcast. "I'm gonna go for a walk and clear my head."

Gwen gave a sad smile. "You want me to come with?"

Zoey shook her head. "I'd like to be alone for this."

Gwen nodded. Without another word, Zoey walked out of the trailer.

Once Zoey exited, it was revealed that Jo was sitting on the bed just across from the two. She had a scowl on her face, as she stared at the ground.

Confessional (Jo): "That lame brain cheerleader got lucky. If she hadn't gotten immunity, I would've kicked her sorry butt out, no question." Her glare softened slightly. "Yet again, it was a smart move to get rid of Brain Boy. He'd been doing pretty good and…" She trailed off, realizing she was complementing Amy. She tried to shake it off. "A-And you know what? Her stupid sister is just as bad. Who does she think she is? She should be honored that someone like me would want to train with her. How much does she really think she'll get from jogging by herself?"

Static

Samey wiped the sweat off her forehead as she ran past several trees. Since there was still time before today's challenge, she decided to do some free running.

She saw a small stream up ahead, and sped up. Once she was close enough, she jumped onto a small rock with her right foot, propelling herself to the other side. Without missing a beat, she ran to the closest tree. She jumped again, reaching for a low hanging branch. With help from her cheerleading skills, she swung herself up onto the branch. She quickly checked her surroundings, and took off down the large branch. She jumped off, reaching for the branch from another tree. She held onto it, and the weight carried her to the ground. As soon as her feet landed, she took off again. Soon, she was out of the woods and on the black top. She could see the incredibly tall hill that the teams climbed, in season 2. She grinned and ran towards it. The Twin was immediately reminded of the time she climbed the sand hill in Arizona. She found herself struggling a little, but still pressed on. She intentionally ran in front of some fake rocks, only to jump right over it.

But as she ran, her mind started to wander. She couldn't help but think of what happened in the last few elimination ceremonies. Amy's been trying to ruin my life for so long now She thought bitterly. But her anger subsided briefly, as she sighed.

Soon enough, she reached the top. She slowed down and started to catch her breath. She took a seat on a rock and looked out beyond the film lot. The view was...big. At the bottom was just a large parking lot, followed by a few buildings in the distance. It wasn't as spectacular as the island's hill view, but she was still proud of herself.

But despite all that, she was still thinking about her sister. What am I going to do about her?

Don had just exited his personal trailer. He had a big smile on his face, as he headed towards the competitor's trailers.

But as he walked past a small shed, he didn't see its door creak slightly open. From inside, Chef was watching him with an evil grin on his face. He looked back at the nervous interns. "Alright, maggots, you all know the plan."

A skinny black-haired intern rubbed the back of her head. "I don't know about this."

A taller blonde-haired intern nodded his head. "Yeah. I kinda like Don, to be honest. Chris kinda scares me." Most of the other interns mumbled in agreement.

Chef angrily shot back and glared at them. "Another word like that, and I'll give you something to really be afraid of." The interns cowered. "Now, are we gonna do this, or not?" The interns looked at each other. "Answer me!" Chef yelled. The interns nodded their head profusely. Chef looked back at the door, and looked out again. He could see Don, and he gave a low chuckle.

Just outside the girls trailer, Sanders was sitting at the picnic table, alone. All she was doing was staring down, looking very annoyed, but also worried.

Confessional (Sanders): She had her elbows on the table. "I hope Duncan's not trying to avoid me again. I really like talking to him and…" she sighed. "He's probably against the idea of dating a cop...but yet again, Gwen said he liked me. Maybe him ignoring me is his way of showing affection?" She paused, processing what she just said. "Or...probably not…"

Static.

As the Cadet thought to herself, she suddenly realized someone had just sat down across from her. She looked up.

"You got a sec?" Gwen asked.

Sanders gave a small smile. "Sure." Then her expression faltered. "Is this about Duncan?" Gwen nodded. Sanders sighed. "I figured. Honestly, at this point, I'm still not sure if he-"

"Sanders," Gwen cut off. "Trust me when I say this, he definitely likes you."

The Cadet looked skeptical. "Are you sure, though? He hasn't said a word to me since the challenge, and...I honestly don't know if I want to keep trying, if he doesn't like me back."

"You make a good point," Gwen said, getting up and sitting next to her friend. "But I may know something that proves he likes you." Sanders raised an eyebrow, as Gwen explained. "Last night, I was in the bottom three. The guys obviously didn't vote for each other because of their numbers disadvantage." She paused, letting Sanders think about what that meant. "I think they all voted together. Since they couldn't vote for Amy, it would have to be between Zoey, you and me. Mike wouldn't vote for Zoey...and I don't think they voted for you either." Sanders' eyes widened. "Duncan probably told them to vote for me...because he didn't want to get rid of you...because he likes you."

Sanders was surprised, but her expression quickly changed to a wide smile. "That's wonderful." She exclaimed. Gwen gave an odd look at the Cadet. Sanders suddenly realized what she just said. "Sorry. That came out wrong."

Gwen couldn't help but laugh. "That's fine. I get it…" She looked thoughtfully at Sanders. "So what are you gonna do now?"

Sanders pondered for a moment. She looked back up at Gwen, smiling. "Well, like you said. I just gotta give him a little push."

Gwen smirked, and the two high-fived. Gwen soon stood up and walked away. Once the Goth was out of sight, Sanders thought to herself. Only question is: how?

Soon, Don had arrived at the trailers. Samey still hadn't arrived back, but Don didn't seem to care. He still had a big smile on his face.

"Attention, everyone." He announced. All the competitors turned to him. "I'm here to bring you to today's challenge." His smile only grew. "And I hope you're all as excited as I am because today's challenge will be unlike any other. This might be one of the craziest, but also funnest challenges you'll have ever been a part of. It will test your strengths, but I guarantee you'll enjoy every second of it." Now the competitors were getting a little excited. Since it wasn't Chris, they trusted Don. They followed him, and the group headed into the woods.

As they left, a fat intern, wearing glasses, peeked around a corner and eyed them. As the competitors walked into the trees, the intern held up a walkie-talkie and pressed the button. "They're heading your way." He said.

Chef could be heard laughing from the other end of the walkie. He told the intern to follow them, and wait for his signal.

Meanwhile, Samey was still sitting quietly at the top of the mountain set. Soon though, she figured that it was a good idea to head back. The challenge is probably going to start soon she thought. She stood up, and started to head down. But as she did, her mind kept racing around. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get Amy out of her head.

She tried shaking it off, but to no avail. She looked to a part of the grassy hill. It looked somewhat familiar.

Then she suddenly saw two little blonde girls running down the hill. Both were wearing red and white dresses, as well as red bows in their hair. They were giggling and laughing. Suddenly the one in front tripped and fell forward. She started crying, as the other girl walked up to her. She looked concerned, and decided to give the hurt girl a big hug. It didn't work immediately but the hurt blonde girl cracked a smile and returned the hug. Soon they got back up and went back to running down the hill.

Samey looked on, and gave a small smile. But it soon fell, as she sighed sadly, and continued walking down the hill. The two girls were no longer there.

Don took the competitors, minus Samey, into the woods. He had a childlike smile on his face, and he was giddy with anticipation. He didn't even notice that Chef wasn't with him.

"You're sure excited for this." Sanders noted

Don turned to her. "Oh, you could tell?' He laughed. They soon arrived at an opening in between the trees. Don rubbed his hands. "Alright, everyone. We'll start today's challenge very soon. Like I said before, this will be like nothing you've ever faced before. But I promise it will be fun." The competitors were getting excited, as Don held his arms out. "Competitors, I would like to introduce you to, what I like to call, the-"

Don and the competitors soom walked through the opening. They were all presented with big, giant...lot of nothing. All that awaited them was an empty patch of grass. The competitors' excitement fell very quickly as they looked around. Even Don was confused.

"Ummm...Don?" said Duncan. "We were kinda expecting more than...this." The other competitors agreed.

"That's what I'd like to know." Don mumbled to himself. He looked around the empty field, before turning to face the competitors. "Has anyone seen Chef?" The competitors shrugged. Don sighed. "Alright then, I guess we'll just have to-"

"I'm right here, Donny."

The competitors looked forward, while Don turned around. There was Chef, carrying a metal bazooka under his arm. He was walking towards them with a smug smirk.

Don was a little confused, but snapped out of it. "And where have you been?" Don demanded, putting his fists to his hips. "And just what are you…" He trailed off. As Chef was walking towards him, interns started appearing from behind the trees. They were carrying a different assortment of weapons, including paintball guns, as well as the leech guns from the All-Stars season. The competitors turned around to notice even more interns appear from out of the woods. They soon realized that they were surrounded.

Don looked again at Chef, and was about to ask him what was going on, but he didn't have to.

"You see, Don." Chef grinned. "We're all tired of the way you've been acting on this show. It ain't yours, and we don't want to see you hosting it anymore." Don looked at the surrounding interns. Most of them gave awkward looks. Don took note of it, but didn't say anything. Chef continued. "So, what I'm gonna do is hold you and the show hostage until Chris is finally brought back."

Don gulped, as Chef stepped towards him. The other competitors watched on. "Well, if you guys are doing that," Gwen spoke up. "We're just gonna head out."

Chef didn't look up at them, so the competitors decided to just leave. Don quickly came up with an idea, and ran to them. "You guys have got to help me. I've been a much better host than Chris. That's gotta count for something." He reached over and grabbed Jo's wrist.

Jo looked back and pulled her arm away. "Dude, this is your problem, not ours."

"Actually," Chef smirked evilly. "It's all of your problems…" He held up his meatball bazooka. The other competitors turned around and went wide eyed. "Get them." Chef said to the interns.

The interns pulled out their paintball and leech guns. The competitors realized their dire situation and quickly ran off, pushing some of the interns aside. Most of them ended up splitting up, as they ran into the woods. Sanders was running in one direction, but when she saw a certain competitor, she quickly turned. Mike kept running too, trying to catch a glimpse of Zoey. Everyone was moving too frantically for him to see her, so he had no choice but to keep running.

The interns aimed their guns. "Leave them," Chef demanded. "We have what we-" He looked down, now noticing Don wasn't where he was before. Chef looked back up. The competitors, and Don, were all gone, having disappeared among the trees. Chef snarled and he turned to the interns. "Find them! And bring them here!" The interns nodded timidly. As they went into the woods, Chef stopped one of them. "And take this with you." He handed him the meatball launcher. The intern struggled to carry it, but once he did, he headed into the woods. Chef watched them leave, and he snickered to himself.

Samey was still heading back to the film lot. She had no idea what was happening. As she reached the forest, she could hear the sound of someone running. She stopped, and readied herself.

Am I really that late to the challenge? She thought.

The footsteps grew louder. Samey realized the noise was heading towards her. She looked around, before suddenly, Amy ran out of the bush in front of her. Samey went wide eyed, as her sister put her hand against a tree and tried to catch her breath. It took a few moments for her to realize that someone was with her. The two sisters eventually locked eyes, and an awkward silence followed. Neither of them knew what to say. Samey could see Amy's dirty boots and her messed up hair. Something obviously happened.

"What are you doing here?" Samey asked cautiously. "Is there a challenge going on?"

Amy blinked, then a cheeky smile formed across her face. "Wouldn't you like to know, Spare-Amy?" She stood up confidently. "You're always the last to know anything."

Samey gave an annoyed look and rolled her eyes. "Fine." She walked past her sister. "I'll find out myself."

As much as Amy delighted in the idea of Samey running into the interns, her smug face fell, once she realized she'd be all alone. She turned to her sister, somewhat frantically. "Fine, if you want to know, some interns are rioting, or something. It's stupid, but they're trying to get revenge on Don."

Samey stopped, surprised by the revelation, but also by her sister's nervousness. She looked at her briefly, then turned back around. "Alright, I'm gonna go help him."

Now it was Amy's turn to be surprised. "What? Why?"

Samey kept walking. "He's a lot nicer than Chris, and he doesn't deserve something like that to happen to him."

Amy wanted to say how stupid the idea was, but her sister was getting further away. She quickly decided being by herself was a worse situation, so she ran to catch up to her sister. She pretended to act like she wasn't scared, but Samey knew. She couldn't help but smirk.

Jo soon stopped, once she was sure that no one was chasing her. She was surrounded by trees, all alone. But she soon heard a rustle from the bush behind her. She turned around quickly, preparing for a fight. But she didn't have to as Mike and Gwen ran out from the bush. The two also stopped to catch their breath.

"What the heck is going on?" Jo cried out.

Before Gwen or Mike could answer, Don suddenly ran out of the bush. He tripped forward and landed on his hands. "That stupid Chef," He muttered to himself. "Wait 'til I tell the producers. He'll be fired before-" He looked up, meeting the stares of the three competitors. Gwen walked up, not looking too happy.

"What was that all about?" She demanded. "Is this part of some stupid challenge?"

Don quickly got off the ground and put his hands up. "I swear, I have no idea what's going on. I think Chef's organizing some rebellion against me."

"Could it have anything to do with how you were treating him, and the interns?" Mike asked.

Don just scoffed. "Oh, come on. I've treated them way better than Chris ever did. And I was just making him do his job. The one he's going to lose soon."

"In any case," Gwen interjected. "We can't stay here for too long. We need to find a way out."

"I have an idea," Don pointed. "If we can get to my trailer, I can make a call to the producers and get them to stop all of this."

"Ok," Jo nodded. "Where is it?"

Don's confident smile fell. "It's…" He turned around and pointed. "It's back the way we came."

The three competitors groaned, as they looked where Don was pointing.

What am I doing? I could've taken those guys. I've faced Chef before. Heck, he had a chainsaw and I still beat him.

Duncan had been arguing with himself, while he was still running. The more he thought, the more he was regretting not staying behind. It was just a bunch of out of shape interns, after all. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath. He was by himself, and it was quiet. He looked around, still debating if he should go back and sock one of the interns in the jaw. Then he heard a rustling sound. Duncan froze, before turning his head to where he heard the noise. It got a little louder, and closer. Duncan picked up his fists.

But before he could throw a punch, the person revealed themself. Duncan quickly put his hands down, and groaned. "Of course, you followed me."

Sanders gave an awkward look, and stammered. "Uh, yeah. I mean, no. I just…" She started chuckling nervously. "It's just that I...I didn't want you to be by yourself."

The Ex-Con rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm gonna head to the trailers and let this stupid thing blow over." He turned and started to walk away. But he stopped and looked around. Sanders couldn't see his face, but had an idea what he was thinking of.

"Do you know which way it is?" She asked, a small smirk crossing her face.

Duncan didn't answer, but Sanders heard a sigh. He soon turned around, and she was met with an annoyed expression. "Do you?" He asked.

Sanders thought for a moment. Then she thought about her talk with Gwen. She smiled at the Ex-Con. "I do. But you're gonna have to tag along if you want to get there."

Sanders could tell Duncan was processing what she said. She was a little disappointed that he didn't immediately take the opportunity to spend some time with her, but like Gwen said, he was very stubborn. Finally, he exhaled. "Fine. Lead the way."

Sanders smirked again, turned right, and walked into the woods. Duncan followed her.

Confessional (Sanders): "Ok. To be honest...I had no idea where we were going, but…" She gave an excited look. "I couldn't let that opportunity pass me by."

Static

As the three competitors, and host, walked through the forest, one looked noticeably upset.

Confessional (Mike): He had his elbows on the table, and his hands on his cheeks. "Not being able to talk with Zoey for this long has been...enlightening. It really let me think about how I could let such an awesome girl slip through my fingers." He gave a sad sigh. "I really hope my personalities don't end up coming back because of this. Zoey was the one who kept them down, so maybe if she leaves…" He trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence.

Static.

Soon, the group found an opening. Thankfully, they were out of the forest. And there in the distance, they could see the trailers. They could also see a few interns scouting, not far from them.

"We should hang out in the trailers until they're gone." Gwen directed

"Don't need to tell me twice." Don quipped

Jo looked at the interns. "I shouldn't have to hide. I can kick all of their asses."

"Don't be stupid, Jo." Gwen glared. She carefully headed towards the trailer. Don and Mike followed closely. Jo reluctantly went inside too.

Gwen quietly opened the door to the girls trailer, making sure it was empty. It was and she signaled for everyone to enter. Don was the first to do so.

"I can't believe he would do something like this." He started to rant. "I mean I totally could, he's a fourth rate assistant, working with a one of a kind host. He's just jealous, that's what he is. If he didn't have an army of interns, I'd fire him and…" As he went on, Gwen and Jo just rolled their eyes.

Mike, on the other hand, looked over to one of the beds. He recognized the bag on it, and cringed. He sat down next to it, and looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry about what happened."

Mike looked up. Gwen was standing a few feet away from him. She gave a sympathetic look. Mike blinked. "Sorry, what?"

"Zoey told me about it." Gwen sighed. "You did the right thing in telling her, but I hope it doesn't…" She trailed off, still feeling guilty.

"It's not your fault, Gwen." Mike reassured. "You made the right call, and I don't blame you for whatever happens.." He tried looking confident. "I'm gonna try to fix this...as hard as it might be." He gave a small smile.

Gwen returned it, but still couldn't help but feel bad.

The Ex-Con and the Cadet were still walking through the forest...silently. Thankfully, Duncan hadn't asked Sanders if they were actually going in the right direction. But, for Sanders, she would've preferred to be talking about...something. But didn't know when was a good time to speak, or what to say at all.

After a few more minutes of walking, Duncan finally spoke. "I think our best option is to find a roof to keep lookout." Sanders looked back, as Duncan went on. "I doubt any of them would be able to climb up with their short arms."

Sanders chuckled, and was about to respond, when she turned around. She suddenly froze. Duncan looked ahead and saw what she was looking at.

In front of them was a large group of interns. They looked up and noticed the two. Though they didn't seem very intimidating.

"Now what?" One of them whispered.

"Chef said to get them." A blonde one answered. "Should we use our weapons?"

A chubby one nodded his head. "I think so. I'm kinda scared of Chef. If we don't bring back at least one, what will he do to us?" The other interns nodded in agreement and readied their guns.

Sanders seemed nervous, but Duncan stepped forward. "Alright, I don't know about you, but I think I can take them on."

Sanders looked at the interns, then at Duncan. "I'm not sure. They outnumber us, and they have the leech guns. What's stopping them from-" Suddenly, a leech flew by Sanders' nose, missing it by inches. Duncan saw it, and the two looked at the interns. The group was now walking towards them, weapons aimed.

"Alright," Duncan gulped. "They know what they're doing, we should probably go." With that, the two turned around and ran off, leading the interns to give chase. They started firing their paintball, and leechball, guns. A few paintballs struck Sanders in the arm, and she winced slightly. Duncan noticed this. They kept running for a few more seconds, getting pelted a couple more times. Duncan looked back at Sanders, and thought of something. He suddenly stopped, picked up a fallen tree branch and threw it towards the interns. It hit two of them, and they both fell over. The rest of the interns stopped, and looked at them, then at Duncan.

"Hey, what was that for?" A girl yelled. "We were just doing this because Chef told us to."

"Let's get him!"

Duncan turned back around, and ran through the woods. The two fallen interns got up, and they all went after the Ex-Con. Once they were out of sight, Sanders popped her head out from behind a nearby tree. She walked over, and looked to where Duncan ran off. She couldn't believe it.

Did he...did he do that...to protect me?

Samey and Amy's walk had mostly been quiet. Well...with the exception of Amy's occasional passive aggressive remark.

"Did you get us lost again?" She asked snidely. "Like you did in South Dakota?" She started laughing. "Daddy was so mad at you. It took three hours just to get back on the highway..."

As she went on, Samey just rolled her eyes. She'd heard the story many times before, and at this point, was used to it.

All the same, it did hurt her feelings slightly.

Samey looked up, and stopped. She had passed by several trees already, but one of them was different. It had a treehouse on it. It had a tilted roof, two windows in the front and a door. It was painted white, with pink flowers on it. The sound of two girls laughing could be heard from the inside. Maybe they were playing with their dolls? Maybe they were reading books about princesses or knights? Maybe they were doing each other's hair? Or maybe they were-

"Um...excuse me?"

Samey was quickly broken from her trance. She looked around, noticing Amy wasn't behind her anymore. She turned, and saw her sister, standing a few feet ahead of her.

"Are just gonna stand there all day, or what?" Amy barked.

Samey didn't answer. She looked back at the tree. The treehouse was gone, and the only sound she could hear now was some birds chirping. She gave another sad sigh, then continued. She walked past her sister. Amy was confused how downcast her sister was, but didn't say anything about it. She followed soon after.

Back at the trailers, the girl's door opened slightly. Gwen poked her head out, and she looked around.

"All clear." She whispered. The Goth tiptoed out, followed by Don, Jo and Mike. They inched across the trailer. They peaked their heads out from the side of the trailer. There were no interns in sight, so they kept walking.

"Why didn't you just bring a cell phone with you?" Jo asked Don

Don's eyes went wide. "Actually…" Mike and Gwen suddenly turned around. Don reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone.

"Are you kidding me?" Mike blurted out. "You had that the entire time?!"

Don gave a sheepish chuckle. "Yeah...I guess with all the excitement I forgot-" He looked at his phone, frozen. The three competitors waited for a response. After a few more seconds, Don put his phone down, and looked at them. "It's...dead. The battery's dead."

He received glare from the trio, who were about to tell him off when…

"There they are."

The four turned to see a large group of interns, all with weapons in hand. They aimed it towards them, and opened fire.

Don and the competitors turned and ran. They were able to avoid the projectiles for the most part, but they needed a plan.

"Let's split up." Gwen called. "Jo and I go left, Mike and Don go right." They all nodded, and ran back into the woods. Once they were under the cover of the trees, they split off.

After a few seconds of running, Gwen looked back. "I don't see them, maybe we should-"

WHAM

Gwen fell back, having run into something. She rubbed her head. Jo stopped too, and looked at what caused Gwen to fall. "Redhead?"

Gwen opened her eyes and, sure enough, there was Zoey, who was also rubbing her head. "Zoey!" The Goth forgot to be hurt, and jumped up. She wrapped Zoey in an excited hug. She released it soon after. "Where have you been?"

"By myself, mostly." Zoey answered. "I almost ran into a few interns, but they didn't see me."

Gwen smiled. "Well, we're glad to see you." She looked back. "Right, Jo?"

Jo gave a confused look, before shrugging her shoulders. "Ummm...I guess."

Sanders continued walking down the forest. You can probably guess what she was thinking of.

After she and Duncan had split up, she was too worried to look out for any interns.

Why would he go off like that? She thought. Unless he was trying to protect me… This idea actually made her smile a little, but she quickly shook it off. I hope he's alright…

As if on cue, Duncan suddenly appeared out of a nearby bush. Sanders jumped back.

The Ex-Con was panting heavily, and lying on the ground. He had leeches all across his back, and he had a few paint blots on his shirt and pants. Sanders quickly ran to him, and helped him up.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

Duncan sat up, chuckling in the process. "Yeah, I'm fine. A little light headed, but that was actually kind of fun."

Sanders was relieved, but also still upset. "You did something really stupid, y'know? You shouldn't have ran off like that."

Duncan laughed again, sounding drunk from the amount of blood that was drained from the leeches. "You sound like Courtney…"

Sanders froze.

Confessional (Sanders): She had a big smile on her face. "Did you hear that? He said I sounded like one of his ex-girlfriends!" She jumped a little, in excitement. But she soon stopped, and her smile fell to a look of sudden realization. "Oh...I sound like one of his ex-girlfriends."

As the two continued through the forest, Amy was still berating her sister. At this point, it was starting to get to Samey. They had managed to avoid the interns (even though Samey was sure Amy would give their position away). But, weirdly enough, Samey was thinking about her past memories with Amy. She suddenly stopped. Amy noticed it, and stopped too. She couldn't see her sister's face. She started to get a little worried what was going to happen next.

Confessional (Samey): She let out a heavy sigh. "I can't believe I'm about to do this. I really can't." She paused, before taking a deep breath and looking at the camera. "But it's the right thing to do...at least, I think it is."

Static

"Amy," Samey started, turning around. "I'm sick of fighting." Amy raised an eyebrow, as her sister went on. "I'm just tired, alright? I don't want to argue with you anymore." She paused, considering her next words, but Amy spoke first.

"Well, I can't help it if you're a loser." She laughed. "If you want to stop fighting, just admit that I'm the better sister."

"You're the better sister." Came the quick reply. Amy was completely caught off guard by the response. She tried to think of something clever to say, but nothing came out. Samey wasn't done though. "Anything is better than the two of us fighting all the time. I...I just want things to go back to the way they were, when we were kids. And if admitting that you're better than me gets you to not hate me anymore, I'm fine with that." Amy was still processing what was going on. "And I'll make an offer for you too. One you might agree with."

Amy broke from her trance. "And what's that?" She asked, skeptical.

Samey breathed through her nose, and exhaled. "You and I form an alliance. You'll have an extra vote, and I can probably convince Gwen to also vote with me. You'll need it with Duncan and Jo going after you." She paused. "I'll even vote off Gwen, if it comes down to it. And if it comes down to you and me in the finale, I'll...I'll forfeit the challenge and let you win."

"You're gonna give up five million dollars?!" Amy gasped. Her sister just nodded. Amy was still shocked over what was just said, but tried to act like she was unimpressed. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that? After all we've been through?"

Before Samey could say anything, a few interns appeared from behind a bush. They saw the two sisters, and one of them aimed the meatball launcher. Samey noticed that it was pointed in Amy's direction, and she quickly jumped in front. The intern fired, and a large ball of spaghetti and meatball shot out. Samey took the oncoming projectile, as Amy watched, astonished. The spaghetti carried Samey, until she hit a nearby tree. She tried to free herself, but she was stuck. The Twin then looked over to her sister.

"Run!" She yelled.

Amy, who was still shocked over what just happened, decided not to waste anymore time and took off back into the forest. Samey watched her disappear and let out a sigh of relief. But she gulped as she saw the interns closing in on her.

Gwen, Jo and Zoey were able to avoid being spotted. They were heading towards Don's private trailer.

"I think that's it, over there." Gwen pointed.

Sure enough, they could see a trailer with Don's face on the front of the door. (It actually looked like his picture was taped over a picture of Chris).

The trio looked around for interns, and headed towards the trailer. Gwen went in first, and immediately went for the phone on the table. Jo looked inside.

"Why can't we get a room like this?" She mumbled.

"Well, he is the host." Zoey added, also looking at the interior. The room was fully furnished, and had a nice lounge chair and a fold out bed. "It kinda makes sense that he would have the nicer trailer."

Jo scoffed, and was about to follow up, when they heard a noise from behind them. Jo and Zoey quickly turned around, and readied themselves.

"It's just us." Don said. Mike appeared behind him. He and Zoey briefly locked eyes, before turning awkwardly away. Don walked to Gwen. "Alright, time to kick Chef off the show for good."

"The line is cut." Came the blunt reply.

Don's jaw fell open. "What?"

"The phone line is dead." Gwen repeated, frustrated. "They probably knew we would do something like this."

Don didn't immediately answer, but thought of another idea. "Alright. Our best bet is to head off the set, and find a phone from there. Then we can finally put that ego-maniac back on the unemployment line."

"I have a better idea."

Don's face went pale. He turned around slowly, hoping one of the competitors was playing a joke on him. But they, too, nervously glanced at the doorway.

There was Chef, with a few interns. They all had leechball launchers pointed at the competitors. Chef grinned. "How 'bout you...come with me?"

Still surrounded by the trees, Sanders was removing the last of the leeches off of Duncan's back. The two had been silent, while also watching for any interns, or Chef. Even though it wasn't what she had imagined, Sanders was enjoying herself.

Confessional (Sanders): "Ok...so it's technically not a date, but at least I get to spend some alone time with him." She paused, suddenly becoming more nervous. "It's as good a time as any to give that little push." She looked up. "Please...let this go well."

Static

The Cadet had just finished removing the last leech. She threw it to the side and stood up. Duncan did the same, and turned to face her. "Thanks." He nodded. Sanders smiled back, but when Duncan turned back around, her smile fell. She thought to herself what her next move would be. She took a deep breath and took a few steps forward.

"I don't see any of them," The Ex-Con peered out from the tree. "If we can get our hands on one of leech guns, we can probably take them on." Unbeknownst to him, Sanders was slowing walking up from behind him. "I'm pretty sure it was that chubby one that got me. He's just lucky he had a weapon, otherwise he'd be dead meat." Sanders was now to the side of the Ex-Con. She started leaning closer towards him. "Alright, I think now might be a good time to head out, so let's-"

Sanders pursed her lips, closed her eyes and quickly snuck a kiss on Duncan's cheek.

The Ex-Con went wide eyed and froze. Sanders stepped back, trying to comprehend what she just did. Seconds later, Duncan turned to her, still looking shocked.

Sanders could see his expression, and almost immediately regretted her actions. "Ohmygod, I'm so sorry," She stammered. "I just figured it was the right moment, and I wasn't really thinking straight, and I kinda had an idea that something was going between us, and I thought you'd share the same feeling, and that you were only hiding them to preserve your image, and that..."

As the Cadet continued to blurt out her apology, Duncan just stared blankly. He put his hand to where he was just kissed

Confessional (Duncan): "Alright, so out of everyone that I've kissed, or been kissed by on this show, Courtney was an 8, Gwen was a 9, Chef was a 3 and Heather was a 2." He thought for a moment. "Sanders was a…" He trailed off, not sure how to answer.

Static.

As Sanders continued to blabber, Duncan heard the sound of a bush rustling. He looked back. He couldn't see anything, but didn't want to risk being seen. He turned back at the Cadet and put his hands up. "Ok, I get it, please stop." He whispered. Sanders did stop herself and she looked up at Duncan. The Ex-Con looked back to see if he was spotted. Thankfully no one was there, but he didn't want to waste any time. He turned back to Sanders and sighed. "Look...Sanders. I...I think- I'll admit, you're...a pretty cool cop. Probably one of the coolest I've met...and I don't say that about a lot of cops...or any, for that matter. "

Sanders felt her heart racing. She couldn't help but get excited. Was he about to admit it? She held her breath and waited for his response.

"But I don't date cops...it's...it just wouldn't work. I've built up too much of a reputation to do something like that."

The Cadet's excitement and heart was suddenly shattered into a million pieces. Her hopeful smile fell, as did her arms. Duncan could see her face change, and he turned away. "I'm...I'm sorry it had to happen like this, but I didn't want to play this game anymore." He looked, stone-faced, at the fallen Cadet.

Sanders' initial shock turned to sadness. But she wasn't about to show it. She wiped her eyes, and nodded her head. "It's fine...I...I understand. Let's just focus on getting out of here." She walked past the Ex-Con, still trying to put on a brave face.

Duncan watched her go by. Then he looked solemnly down at the ground, and sighed.

The captured competitors were all sitting in a circle, in the middle of an open field. Don was sitting from a few feet away. It was the same field that Chef had announced his rebellion. A few interns came from behind the trees, pointing their guns at their newly captured competitor. Samey uncomfortably walked in front of them. She was covered in pasta sauce, and meat drippings. Gwen looked up, and saw the sorry state of her friend. The Twin sat next to her.

"Are you alright?" Gwen asked.

Samey turned, but didn't say anything. She looked like something was bothering her. Gwen wasn't sure what it was, but didn't get the chance to ask.

"What are you going to do, Chef?" Don asked, annoyed.

Chef faced him. Behind where he was standing, some interns were setting up a camera on a tripod. The rebellious co-host smirked. "What I should've done when you first got here." He turned away. "Once the interns finish setting up, I'll be making a little ransom video." He spun around, and angrily pointed at the current host. "You shouldn't even be here. You don't deserve to be the host of anything."

Don defiantly stood up. "I brought this show back from the dead. Ridonculous Race reminded the producers just how successful Total Drama could be. But I don't get why they still decided to bring back a two-bit host."

Some of the competitors snickered at this, which resulted in a sharp glare from Chef. He looked back down at Don. "Well, if it makes you feel any better…" A smirk crept across his face. "...You'll be the star of a new show."

Don raised an eyebrow. "W-What show?"

Chef grabbed the host's wrist, and pulled him towards the camera set up. "I'm gonna make a video for the producers. If they don't bring back Chris, I'm gonna humiliate you on international television. The whole world will see you for the fool you are."

Don's eyes went wide. "Hey, I've got a reputation to keep up." He tried pulling away, but Chef's grip was too strong.

Chef chuckled. "I've had a few ideas ready. We're all gonna take shots at you with the leech guns.."

Before Don could protest again, the wind suddenly picked up. Chef stopped, and shielded his eyes. The other competitors did the same, and they looked up. A helicopter had suddenly appeared, hovering low to the ground. Chef looked confused. Soon the chopper landed, and the door opened. Out stepped a figure. Chef, Don, the interns and the competitors all gasped.

"Well, well, well..."

It was Chris.

Chef was in too much of a shock, and he released his grip. Don stepped back, also surprised. But he quickly hid it, once he saw Chris heading towards him.

"It's good to be back." He took a deep breath through his nose, and exhaled. "I missed this place." He first looked at Chef, smiled, and nodded. Chef tried to hold back a smile, but it was clearly showing. Then Chris turned to the host, and smugly smirked. "I knew this show would fall apart with me gone, but I didn't think you'd screw up this badly."

Don didn't look impressed. "Didn't you lose this job, or something?"

Chris' smirk only grew. "That's the thing, Donnie. I'm back. The producers are unsuspending me, and I'm here to take back what's mine." Don didn't respond. He was secretly bummed at the fact that he would no longer be hosting. Chris continued to mock him. "Don't be too sad, maybe they'll do a season two of your spinoff and you can have something to keep yourself occupied." He mockingly patted Don on the shoulder. "Then you can go back to playing second fiddle to a real host, like me."

Don was annoyed, but continued to act unphased. Then he had an idea. He looked back at the other competitors, smirked, then turned back to Chris. "Alright, Chris. You win." He pretended to sound intimidated. "I guess you can tell the competitors who won the challenge."

Chris suddenly stopped laughing. "What? What are you talking about?"

This caught the attention of the other competitors, and they started to stand up. Don continued. "Oh, don't act like you didn't know. I wasn't allowed to tell the competitors about the 'interns rioting' challenge. I guess you can announce the winner."

Chris didn't know what to say. He started to stammer, as he noticed the glares from the other competitors.

"What was that?"

Chris and Don looked. There was Sanders, Amy and a pissed off looking Duncan heading towards the two. The Ex-Con walked right up to the newly returned host. "Are you saying I got shot with paintballs and leeches because of a stupid challenge?!"

Chris was at a loss for words. The competitors started surrounding him, glaring and demanding an answer. Suddenly, they stopped when they heard the helicopter again. Everyone turned, to see the heli taking off again. And there was Don, sitting in the back, mockingly waving at the returned host. Soon the chopper flew off, and was out of sight.

Chris realized his issue, and quickly came up with an idea. "Yes! This was a challenge, and uhh...you all won. Therefore...no elimination today. You all get to stay."

The competitors looked annoyed at him, but didn't speak. They soon figured it wasn't worth it, and went to the trailers. Chris sighed with relief. Once the competitors were out of sight, Chef walked up to him.

"It's good to have you back, Chris." He smiled.

The Host raised an eyebrow. "What's this Chef? When did you become so sappy?"

Chef's smile soon fell to a dull glare. He turned to walk away, but stopped. He suddenly turned back around, and locked Chris in a hug, releasing it, almost immediately.

Chris was surprised, and just looked at Chef. His co-host walked off. Now, by himself, Chris smiled.

"Missed you too, Chef."

It was early afternoon, but most of the competitors were tired after the day's events. The guys had decided to go and take a nap and most of the girls did too. Gwen was heading to the trailer to do just that. But as the trailer came into sight, the Goth saw something else. At the picnic table in front, sat Sanders. She looked down in the dumps. Gwen frowned and walked up to her friend.

"Hey, Sanders." She said carefully. "What's wrong?"

Sanders looked up. Now that she was closer, Gwen could see just how upset she really was. Sanders wiped her eyes and choked out a response. "I...I took your advice about...giving Duncan that little push, but…" She gulped. "It didn't work. He...he says he doesn't date cops." She slunked down, resting her chin on her forearms.

Gwen just stared, somewhat shocked, but also annoyed. She put a comforting hand on Sanders. "I'm...sorry that it didn't go well. But I-" Gwen stopped. She took another look at the depressed Cadet. She wanted to tell her that Duncan was still trying to hide his feelings, but figured it would only make things worse. She sighed. "If you need me, I'll be in the trailer." She didn't get a response. As she headed inside, The Goth frowned.

Confessional (Gwen): She looked pissed. "That...dunderhead. Why can't Duncan put his pride aside for one second and just admit he likes Sanders?" She thought for a moment, still annoyed. "I didn't want to get involved, but...I can't let Sanders tackle this alone."

Static.

Later, Amy was sitting in front of the girls trailer. She was still thinking about what her sister had said. Could she really be willing to give up five million dollars? She thought. She remembered another thing her sister said. When we were kids…

Amy looked up. Suddenly, she could see two little girls walking towards her. They had their arms across their shoulders, and were laughing as they walked.

Amy turned away, scoffing to herself. She could still hear the giggling though. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore it.

"Amy?"

The Twin broke from her trance, and she looked up. There was her sister, standing in front of her. She only had a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was still wet. The two little girls were gone. The two awkwardly stared at each other. Finally, it was Samey who broke the silence.

"Did you think about my offer?" She asked

Amy didn't give an answer immediately. She wanted to say 'no,' but something was telling her to think it over again. For whatever reason, it was a really hard decision to make. After a few more seconds, she looked at Samey. "Do you swear to stay loyal to me, and only me?"

Samey simply nodded her head. "I swear." She held out her hand.

Amy looked at it, still debating if it was a good idea. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand up, and the two shook hands. Samey smiled. Amy was still suspicious, but allowed herself to smirk.

The screen suddenly paused on their hand shake and zoomed out. It was revealed that Chris was watching them the whole time, from the editing studio. He turned to the camera. "Wow. I'm back for, not even, twenty minutes and we already have a huge implication for the next episode. Let's see how long this alliance lasts. What will become of Mike and Zoey? How will the guys survive another day with the numbers game against them, and will Duncan and Sanders ever actually become a thing? At this point, probably not. But find out, next time on...Total...Drama...Legends! I'm back baby!"

Another chapter down. This one was fun, and a little different from the others. Chef forcing a rebellion, to bring back Chris, was an idea I had since the beginning. I think it came out pretty good. But I'll let you be the judge of that. I'll leave you with a quick question though: Who's going next? Next chapter will be an elimination round, with a little twist to keep things interesting. I won't tell you here, but stay tuned.

In the meantime, stay safe and peace be with ya.

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

Placement:

22nd: Sierra

21st: Lightning

20th: Tyler

19th: Cody

18th: Heather

17th: Alejandro

16th: Owen

15th: Macarthur

14th: Scott

13th: Courtney

12th: Dawn

11th: Jasmine

10th: Leshawna

9th: Noah