A/N: This one is kinda short since I couldn't figure out how to work the model challenge in, but I hope you enjoy anyway.
Once the elimination was several hours behind us I took the time to ask the members of Team Warriors what had happened. Well all except Courtney, who was scribbling viciously into a notebook when she wasn't crying, or arguing with Duncan.
Apparently what had happened was all a play by Heather, who wouldn't tell me anything. Ezekiel and Cody had been discussing if they could vote out Sierra with only two members when Heather had offered to be a third vote, provided they agree to an alliance. Cody had been so desperate he agreed, and Ezekiel went along with it.
Duncan had explained to me that he was tired of Courtney's attitude. Apparently she'd been really suspicious and controlling of him lately. I had seen how mad she was when he was sharing cheese puffs with Gwen. That hadn't been the only time. If he said he was worried about how she was doing in economy class she got mad. If he looked happy she hadn't been eliminated she got mad. If he talked with her for more than a minute she got mad. So he really wanted to vote her out.
Then Heather told him she'd help vote Courtney out so he had voted for Courtney, Chris had taken the liberty of showing off the votes last night so Courtney had seen it. I assumed Heather had a plan to expose Duncan's treachery beforehand but Chris had made things easier.
It was a masterful plan. Cody and Ezekiel were now wrapped around Heather's fingers and the only two who could stop her were at odds with one another. Of course this benefited us because the team was not as strong as it once was.
A bit before we landed Tyler was sulking about Lindsay being in first class and him being back here. Owen concurred. "Um yeah, I know exactly what you mean. When I'm uh away from Izzy too long I get really-"
"Happy? Because your girlfriend is a complete and total nutjob? And I'm not talking tiny peanuts that girl is a Brazil nut sized nut job." Noah interrupted. I couldn't help but chuckle.
My moment of joviality didn't last long as Izzy was in the cockpit with Chef. Apparently Alejandro hadn't thought anything of it when she told him about it. The plane started to do all sorts of crazy stunts a craft its size should be incapable of. I grabbed the nearest thing.
When the plane evened out I noticed the thing I had grabbed was Alejandro. I blushed. "U-uh I-i can explain-" Alejandro cut me off.
"No need to apologize, I was more than happy to help." He said staring into my eyes. Chills ran up my spine. I couldn't think.
Heather was not amused. "Having some trouble controlling your team Alejandro?" I quickly scooted away from Alejandro under her gaze. I glanced up to see Owen balanced on an overhead luggage compartment, sucking his thumb. Noah with his head in a birdcage, and Tyler with his upper half in yet another luggage compartment.
"Your attempts to insult my team are cute." He replied smoothly, a taunt in his tone.
"Whatever. My team is going to win. We don't get distracted by anything." Heather retorted.
Alejandro didn't have to say a word, he simply had to point at Duncan and Courtney arguing. Heather took the opportunity to fuel the flames. "Courtney get over yourself, so Duncan tried to stab you in the back. It's not like it worked."
"Shut up!" The type A snapped.
Shortly thereafter we heard Izzy speaking in a gruff manner. "Ahem this is your captain speaking if you look out your window, you'll get to see what happens when a plane does a summer salt."
"Gimme that!" Chef barked as he presumably took the speaker from Izzy. "Uh you might want to hang on to something heavy."
We all grabbed Owen as our aircraft crashed into the Paris canal. Just be clear yes, we were in Paris France not Paris Texas or any of the other cities named Paris. Apparently we were supposed to land next to the Eiffel Tower.
Chris led us to the Louvre. I had always wanted to go look at the Amazing works of art there. Though I was picturing it during a vacation, not as a contestant on a reality show run by a semi-sadist, in the middle of the night.
Chris hadn't had time to plan his speech thanks to the unexpected landing, so he just read a few words off index cards about Paris being the city of love and having a lot of priceless artwork.
Lindsay was ecstatic. "Paris! There's only one guy I wanna share this with. The guy I've been dreaming about since we've been apart! Where's my Tyler!"
Tyler cleared his throat and approached her. "Hey Linds."
Lindsay looked confused. "Are you sure that's you? cause you look slightly different in my head."
"Everything looks slightly different in her head." Alejandro whispered to Noah. He nodded and I had to cover up a laugh. I didn't want to be mean to Lindsay, but she really was dense.
Our objective this time was perhaps the most straightforward of them all. Each team had to assemble a statue, the parts of which had been hidden around the museum, in the courtyard. The first one done would win. Of course the statues were fake, I think? Chef ran away in a panic so I wasn't sure.
Team Warriors got the statue of David, Team Victory got the thinker. We got the venus de milo. Two of the three couldn't even be found in the Louvre, so they must be fake right?
Of course Chris couldn't have a challenge that simple. Which is why he gave us a motivation to finish as quickly as we could. Team Warriors got a bear with a chainsaw, we got a yeti, and Team Victory got a baby seal?
Lindsay gasped. "That's the seal DJ ran over in the Yukon!"
"But DJ isn't here so maybe it won't attack us?" Gwen asked. The seal growled. "Or not!"
As we were running from the Yeti Owen cried out. "I don't wanna be yeti poop!"
"I've got you ginormous back big boy! Watch this!" Noah told him. In a completely uncharacteristic move Noah confronted the yeti. "Totally works on my dog." He pretended to remove a ball from his pocket and waved it around in front of the Yeti. "Who wants the ball? Who wants it?" To my surprise the yeti got on all fours a began wagging his tongue. "You want it don't you? Go get it!" With that he pretended to throw the ball. The Yeti ran after it.
"Well played Noah, now onwards!" Alejandro complimented.
"W-wow I've never seen you so happy before." I told him.
"I like my dog." He shrugged.
We took a while to search the museum. At one point Alejandro had to tell Izzy we were playing sculpture piece bingo and Chef was winning. She wouldn't focus otherwise. Eventually we had all but one piece. It just so happened our last piece was through a laser web.
"How do we get our last piece from behind those security lasers?" Alejandro questioned.
"Guess who was captain of his gymnastics team in kindergym?" Tyler asked. Evidently it was a rhetorical question as he didn't wait for us to answer. He knocked himself out against the wall.
"Noah you will have to move through the lasers, Owen's girth and my muscled chest will not fit." Alejandro explained.
"I-I'll do it." I found myself volunteering.
"Are you sure Quill?" Alejandro asked me.
"W-well I'm as skinny as Noah, and women are more flexible." I told him.
"Very well, I respect your decision." I took a deep breath and began to slowly make my way through the lasers. I was partly through the lasers when I heard the music tone. I couldn't make out the lyrics well, but it sounded like Courtney was singing about Duncan breaking her heart.
"Qui my friend you are going to make it through." Owen sang to me.
"Uh no my friend I'm not sure that's true." I replied also in song. Luckily the song finished shortly after that. We managed to get the pieces to the courtyard but they all ended up in the same pile as the Warriors.
We tried to put the sculpture together but we kept adding unnecessary pieces. Meanwhile Team Victory was happily putting their sculpture back together. Not only did they win but we lost. It couldn't have been by more than a second or two, but Noah had yet to screw on the head when Team warriors finished.
Back on the plane I had already decided who I was getting rid of. Izzy had crashed the plane and mostly done nothing but mess around all challenge. At elimination Chris announced the loser. "And with four votes against her Izzy will be saying Au revoir!"
"No! Iz! You can't go!" Owen cried out.
"Don't worry big O! You'll see me again soon!" Chef tried to hand her a parachute, but she pushed it away. Then she backflipped out of the plane. I had made the best choice, but I'd be lying if I said seeing Owen's face didn't make me feel bad.
A/N: Izzy seems like the obvious candidate to go home if Team Chris lost this episode.