Disclaimer: All characters and locations belong to Fresh Tv, Teletoon, Cartoon Network, or whoever owns these rights. However, all OC's belong to me as do any original ideas found in this story...so don't steal them...I'm serious...you have been warned!

This story is rated T for innuendos, cartoon violence, and mild cursing. There will be spoilers for all five seasons of Total Drama, so you have been warned. And just a reminder, do not try any of what you read at home. You could get really messed up.

"Last time on Total Drama: Return of the Underdogs..."

"Our remaining campers were thrown into an all out tranq-ball war to save their kidnapped teammates, courtesy of our special guest, Harold. When it came to teamwork, the Llamas were crushed. Samantha put together a ragtag alliance that soon fell apart at the seams, Justin received plenty of bodily harm, and Eva deserted her team, again! In the end, Eva escaped elimination, and it was pretty boy Justin who took our one-way transportation off the island."

"Now, only fourteen campers remain, and with the team's even in numbers, the race for dominance has begun on Total... Drama... Return of the Underdogs!"

(Theme song plays)

Chris stood on the cliff side in front of the Llamas of Loserdom. "Alright losers, you are done for tonight. Go pick out one of the other crates from the bonfire and head back to your new beds, heh he!"

"Do you have to rub in our loss?" groaned Dakota. "Just let it go."

"Whatevs," replied the host. "Just get some rest. You'll need it."

The seven remaining Llamas solemnly walked down to the bonfire.

Eva grabbed Sammy by the arm and pulled her to the back of the group. "Just what did you hope to accomplish by voting off your best player?" asked the jock in anger. "Tell me!"

"What makes you think that I voted for you?" replied Sammy innocently. "I voted for Brick."

The cadet gazed back towards the two girls and sighed.

Eva gazed into Sam's eyes and dropped her arm, leaving a red mark where she had gripped it. "I'll be watching you, farmer."

Confessional

Sammy: "As if I'd just tell her that I voted for her. I know how to play the game, even with my minimal exposure to the show."

Eva: "Sure, I may have escaped elimination, but that doesn't mean that I'm gonna slack off. This only makes me work harder."

End Confessional

"As will I," mumbled Sammy. "As will I."

Anne Maria was sobbing next to Sadie and Dakota. "When I find out who voted for my Justin, they'll be sorry."

"Why do you care?" asked a curious Sadie.

"You knew he playing you, right?" added Dakota.

Anne Maria gasped. "How dare you!" The Jersey chick pointed to the rest of her team. "You're all villains here! My Justin cared about me over the money! He told me himself!"

"Listen," said Ethan. "He never falls in love. He just used his body to win you over."

Anne Maria's eye shadow was streaming down her tanned face. "Just leave me alone. I never asked for any of this!"

As Anne Maria ran off to the campground, the rest of her team reached the bonfire and grabbed one of their crates from the pile.

Eva quickly took the box on top, but Brick had a warning for the bully. "Wait, Chris said that there was an empty box!"

Eva picked up the other box and shook it in her hands. A rattling sound could be heard from inside the box. The jock shook the other box with the same results.

"Great," groaned Eva. "They both have something in them."

"Just pick one," said Brick. "You may get lucky."

Eva raised an eyebrow and ripped the top off of one of the crates. Inside was a trash bag. The bully pulled it out and spilled its contents across the ground.

"Duffel bags!" squealed Brick. "Nice!"

"Thank God," sighed Samantha. "I'll need this for all the clothes I brought."

"Same here," agreed Dakota as she picked up a bag.

"Ewww," groaned Sadie. "They're barf green."

"Correction, ma'am," said Brick. "It's army green. Now try to be more respectful to our troops."

"As if you know anything about respect," taunted Sammy in disdain.

"Hmph," Brick snorted.

Meanwhile, the Foxes were adjusting to their new digs.

Jordan flew through the cabin door with anticipation. "Ahhh, the great feeling of victory and warmth."

"Oh my gosh, I know," said Katie. "I just hope that Sadie is okay."

Noah walked in next. "I'm sure she's fine. You worry too much."

"Yeah, but we're never apart."

"You were last night," added Tyler. "You dealt with it just fine. Now just relax and savour the warmth."

As Dawn and B carried the small crate inside the cabin, the team eagerly gathered around the box in anticipation.

"Open it," demanded Jordan.

"Hold on," replied Dawn. "Let us get it inside and on the floor."

B placed the box in the center of the cabin on top of a ratty rug and pulled a crowbar out of his trench-coat. The genius jammed his iron tool into the space between the lid and the rest of the crate and pushed down with all his might.

When the lid popped off, Jordan quickly pushed Noah and Dawn out of his way and peered into the box.

"I dont believe it," he gasped.

"They're so... beautiful," sniffles Tyler.

"Yah," said Staci in awe.

"It's just...soda," said an unimpressed Noah.

"This is awesome," squealed Jordan. "I haven't had a coke in six years, two months, and nine days."

"That was...deep," said Noah.

"I'm attentive to detail, alright!" snapped Jordan.

Tyler pulled a bottle out of the crate and tried to pop the cap off. "Come on fingers, work."

"Typical Chris," added Katie. "Always making it harder for us."

"Wow, you just figured that out," quipped Noah. "Even after five seasons of the show."

"He wouldn't let me and Sadie be on the same team," she sobbed. "This place blows so hard."

"Don't worry," came Dawn. "Even though you may be jealous of your friend, she's jealous of you as well."

Katie stared at Dawn with an unnerving gaze. "How did you...never mind.

Suddenly, Tyler screamed in pain. "My hand!"

Katie looked over at the jock and fainted. On Tyler's hand was a wide gash, covered in blood. "Stupid bottle!"

Noah was shaken. "Dude, what happened?"

The jock winced in pain. "I cut myself on the cap!"

Dawn walked up to Tyler. "Don't worry, I can help you. I just need some special flowers and some boiling water."

Tyler gasped. "What are you going to do?"

"You'll see," said Dawn calmly. She turned to B. "B, go find some water and boil it over the fire."

The genius nodded and left the cabin in a hurry. "Jordan, you can-"

Dawn paused in shock as she watched Jordan down a whole bottle of soda.

The jock moaned in delight. "Oh yeah, that's the spot. Right there."

"I've been scarred," stated Noah plainly as he sat down on his bunk.

The moonchild walked up to Jordan and asked him for a favor. "Look, Tyler's hurt, and I need your help."

"I know he's hurt, but he can stick it to the pain," snorted Jordan. The jock turned to Tyler, who was on his bed in pain. "Right, buddy?"

"I'm not good with blood," said the queasy athlete. "I just need to lay down."

Dawn turned away from Jordan. "Fine then," she sneered. "Noah, can you go and find some yarrow flowers?"

"Sure, ask the gamer to go find flowers that he has never heard of," the genius retorted. "Smart move."

"Well, I doubt that Staci or Katie know about yarrow flowers. You're smart, so I figured that you would know," she pleaded. "Can you try?"

Noah sighed in defeat. "Fine, if it's for the fangirls. What do the flowers look like?"

Dawn thought for a few seconds. "They're pink, yellow, or white, and they come in little bunches."

"Very helpful," scowled Noah.

Outside, the Llamas were just getting set for bed. They had heard Tyler's scream and saw B and Noah exit the cabin and enter the forest.

"What do you think they're up to?" asked Ethan to Sammy. The nerd opened his duffel bag and laid it on top of himself like a blanket.

Sam rolled over and grumbled. "I don't know. Ask someone else. I just want to sleep."

Ethan spoke to her again. "If I didn't know better, it appears that they're planning something. Maybe they know what the next challenge is. They might be trying to get started early!"

Sammy groaned in disdain. "Or they might just have to pee. Did you ever consider that."

"No, I guess not. Sorry."

Brick butted in. "They might be looking for the invincibility statue too. I know I would if I was a winner."

Sam snapped awake. "Oh really," she told Brick. "Is there anything you might want to tell us."

"Ma'am, if I had a secret, then I would let the team know immediately."

Dakota taunted the cadet. "Just like your bed wetting tendencies and fear of the dark."

Brick blushed in embarrassment. "Not personal secrets! Game related ones."

"Well," laughed Sammy. "If you find the statue, then I'm sure that you'll let us know."

"Yeah," coughed Brick. "Sure thing."

Confessional

Brick: "Even if I did have the statue, I don't know if I could handle that much power. I'm used to controlling a team, not playing with one."

Sammy: "Brick is the ultimate bag of cats in this game. He has no idea when to shut his trap."

Sadie: "I don't care about the invincibility statue at all. Not unless Katie found it. And if I found it, then I would so give it to her."

End Confessional

"Can y'all shut up," groaned Anne Maria. "Sexy gals like me need their beauty sleep." The Jersey girl sniffled, obviously due to Justin's elimination.

"For once," replied Sammy. "I agree with you. Everyone just calm down. We'll deal with this discussion in the...hey, they're back!"

Sam pointed at the cabin, where Noah and B had returned with something in their hands.

"Listen to them," she commanded. "See if you can hear what they're saying."

Noah and B opened the cabin door and sighed with relief.

"I found some of those yarrow flowers...at least that's what I think they are," said a confused and exhausted Noah. "I looked everywhere around the campsite. They were on the edge of a stream. Does that sound like yarrow? Please tell me they're narrow."

Dawn plucked the flowers from the brainiac's scrawny hand and examined them closely. "They are! Thank you so much!" The aura reader grabbed Noah and hugged him tight before grabbing the cup of hot water from B.

Dawn took the flowers and stuffed them into the cup, letting them sit for a minute. Katie and Staci sat watching as Jordan downed another soda. Tyler casually glanced down at his wound and quickly tried to remedy his situation by starting a conversation.

"So...what are you guys gonna do if you win?"

Jordan immediately shot up. "Get another one of these cokes!"

As Jordan dashed passed Noah and Dawn to get another soda, Noah couldn't resist poking at Jordan's sugar high. "Ah, sugar. Nature's cocaine...in coke form, literally. I think you've had enough of those things."

"No kidding," said Katie. "I tried to take one, but he growled at me."

"Yah," added Staci. "Me too."

"Oh, you guys want some," squeaked Jordan. "Catch!"

The jock flung two bottles at the girls. They ducked below their covers as the bottles smashed against the wooden wall.

"Hey, watch it," Katie told the hyperactive jock.

"Yah," added Staci. "You could have killed me. Just like my great, great, great, uncle Jack who invented murder."

Dawn looked over at Staci and tried to tell her the truth, but wanted it to be a private discussion. "Staci."

"Yah," the liar replied.

"Could I talk to you outside?" she asked innocently.

"Sure."

Jordan cranked up his annoyance. As he jumped in front of the cabin door, he cautiously told Dawn and Staci, "Now ladies, don't go off making alliances and all."

"We're not, Jordan," Dawn scowled.

The moonchild slapped Jordan on the arm, causing the sugar obsessed jock to fall to the ground in shock.

"Yep," said Noah. "That's a sugar-high if I ever saw one."

As Dawn and Staci stepped outside of the cabin, the Llamas were all sound asleep. Dawn motioned for Staci to be quiet and the liar obeyed. The two girls stepped off the the porch and slowly crept around to the back of the cabin.

"So, Dawn," asked Staci anxiously. "What did you want to talk about? Is it about my family, cause I have some interesting stories to tell."

"Yes, it's about your family," said Dawn nervously. "I have to tell you this, but I don't quite know how to say it."

"Go ahead. I'm a good listener, yah."

"Well, sometimes..."

Staci nodded. "Yah."

"Well, sometimes you go overboard with your stories," she whispered.

Staci frowned. "What d-do you mean?"

"All I'm saying is...that you need to start focusing on the game, not your ancestors."

"But, I thought that everyone liked my stories. They do right?"

Dawn thought long and hard. After a few seconds of silence, Dawn sighed. "No." The aura reader hung her head in shame. "We don't."

Staci sniffled in disappointment. "I know," she admitted. "But I don't make these things up. They're true stories."

"Well, where did you hear these...stories?"

"My parents always said that I came from a line of great thinkers. They even had a scrapbook of all of my ancestors and their accomplishments."

Dawn sighed. "Did you ever think that your parents may have just been lying to you about your family."

"No. My mom always said that they were real people with real accomplishments. Are you saying that my life has been a lie?"

Dawn looked Staci in the eyes and put a hand on her shoulder. "That's not what matters. It doesn't matter if your ancestors aren't amazing. What does matter, is that you're amazing. Be the best that you can be. Focus on what you can do. Not what your ancestors did. Get it?"

"Yah," said Staci in disappointment. "But I'm not special. I've never done anything that people will remember."

Dawn smiled. "Well, it's not too late to start."

The liar smiled back.

As Dawn and Staci retreated back into their cabin a stir of movement flashed from the Llama's camp. A hand reached over to one of the closed duffel bags and unzipped it quietly. Another hand emerged from the darkness, placing a shining can into the bag and closing it again.

When Dawn and Staci opened the door, Jordan was unconscious on the floor.

"What happened?" asked the alarmed teen.

"He tried to jump off of his bed and hit his head on the top bunk," explained Noah. "With the way he acted, I figure that it's best to leave him on the ground."

Dawn smiled and grabbed the cup of water. She looked inside to see that the water had been stained a faint green. She walked over to Tyler, who was barely awake, and told him the good news. "Alright, Tyler. I have the remedy for you, but I need your headband."

The jock slowly pulled his red headband off of his forehead and gave it to Dawn. The brainchild dunked the head piece into the water and grabbed Tyler's wounded hand.

"This'll sting for a bit, but it'll help you heal quickly."

Dawn took the headband and tied it around Tyler's wound. The jock winced in pain, then smiled. "I feel it working already," he exclaimed.

"Good, now get some sleep," replied the aura reader.

Tyler fell back into his sheets and closed his eyes.

Confessional

B: *Taps the side of his head*

Tyler: *Holds up his hand to his face* "I hope this works. I'd hate to be eliminated by injury this early in the season."

End Confessional

Dawn sat down on her top bunk and pulled the sheets over the other side.

"Going to bed already?" asked Katie. "Don't you want a soda?"

"Sorry, but I don't drink soft drinks," she apologized. "I've never liked them."

"I just wish Sadie was here to share them though," she sighed.

"Then save one for her," said Noah.

Katie grinned. "Oh my God, Noah. You're a genius!" The BFFF picked up a bottle of soda from the crate and put it under her sheets.

Meanwhile, Noah had reached into his sweater-vest and pulled out a rather bulky book. He flipped the pages back and forth in boredom, as he had obviously read the novel before.

"What's that?" came a voice from above. Noah looked up to see Dawn peeking into his lap to see the book.

"George R. R. Martin," he replied. "Does it really matter?"

"But...Chris said that luxuries weren't allowed in the game," stated Dawn cautiously. "What if he sees it?"

Noah smirked. "Oh honey, he won't. I never take it out during the day."

"And the cameras." The moonchild pointed up to the hole in the ceiling where the camera was hidden.

"How did you know that there was a camera up there?" asked Noah suspiciously. "Is it your powers again?"

"Yes, I saw it when we walked in. I felt negative energy around that spot, and voila, hidden camera."

"Nice," quipped Noah. "Now tell me, who's winning the season this time?"

"Sorry, I can't see far into the future. I only read auras."

"Uh huh." Noah turned back to reading his book.

Dawn sighed. "If you need to tell anyone about your problems, I'm here."

Noah turned and told her, "I don't have problems. Well, maybe Chris, and Justin...and Alejandro...and-"

"Your family?"

Noah gasped. "No, well sometimes. I really just want to read myself to sleep, okay."

Dawn smiled. "Alright, enjoy your restful sleep."

The entire team, including Noah and Dawn, covered up with their bed sheets and fell asleep in their warm beds.

In the morning, Tyler awoke with the bandage on his hand. He slowly unraveled the headband to discover that his wound had not only stopped bleeding, but almost healed up entirely. He stared in awe at the natural wonder that Dawn had preformed.

"Oh yeah!" exclaimed the jock. "I'm cured."

The other campers awoke groaning and glaring at Tyler.

"That's great," said Noah. "Can I sleep now?"

"Yeah...me too," mumbled Katie.

Suddenly, the loudspeakers squealed with the obnoxious voice of Chris McLean. "Welcome to the final fourteen, campers!"

"Oh put a sock in it," groaned Jordan in anguish.

"The challenge for today is the toughest one yet," said Chris, "and we need to get started as soon as possible. That means no breakfast!"

The campers on both teams gasped.

"He can't just starve us," panicked Staci.

"Relax," said Noah. "He's not trying to starve us. Even if he was, you could last quite a while without food."

"Good thing that I chugged seven pops last night," bragged Jordan. "I'm up and ready!" The golfer jumped out of bed and stretched his arms. Without notice, he winced and grabbed his bicep. "God, cramp!" he groaned.

"That's what happens when you load up on sugar, genius," quipped Noah in delight. "You just need water. And don't come crying to me when you have kidney stones either."

B nodded in agreement.

"What's a kidney stone?" asked a puzzled Katie.

"Well-" started Noah.

"You don't want to know," shuddered Tyler. "No one should ever have to go through something like that."

Confessional

Tyler: "I've been hit by a car, stung by bees, bitten by a snake, blown up by a mine, and fallen down a pyramid. I'd take all of those over another kidney stone."

End Confessional

Chris' voice rang again. "Alright weenies, head to the south beach. It's challenge time.

"Lets get this this over with," sighed Noah.

"Yah," agreed Staci. "I really don't want to play today."

As the Foxes left their cabin, they saw that the Llamas had already left.

"Crap," muttered Jordan. "Were gonna be late again!"

"Don't worry," said Dawn. "There's no rush today."

"But Chris explicitly said that we needed to rush," argued Noah.

"You trust Chris?"

Noah paused. "Good point," he smiled.

When the Foxes arrived at the beach, Chris and the other team were already sitting and waiting for them.

"Wow," said Chris. "Twice in row, you're late."

"Sorry, we had trouble getting up," said Staci sincerely.

"Well, it doesn't matter," replied the host. "Just take a seat. We've got a lot of explaining to do today."

The Foxes plopped down onto the dry sand. On the Llamas, Anne Maria was still scowling, as was her annoyed team. The only attentive camper was, as always, Brick.

"You may start," said the cadet with a salute.

Chris flashed a smile. "Great, now listen up. For the past two challenges, the teams haven't been very unified. The producers wanted to see the entire team work together, so that's where today's reward challenges comes in."

"Reward challenge?" asked Ethan with a faint grin. "So no one goes home today?"

"Nope, no elimination for you," said Chris. "But that doesn't mean that you can outwit the forthcoming pain in today's challenge, heh he!"

Katie and Sadie raised their hands together.

"Yes," reluctantly said the host.

"What is the challenge?"

"Seriously. That's your question?" snorted Chris in disdain. "Fine, since you want to know now, I suppose I can skip the reward part of the challenge."

"No!" screamed the campers.

"Great," said Chris. "Now listen up. Today's reward is something that you all need...food!"

"So that's why you canceled breakfast!" exclaimed Dakota. "You wanted us to win our food."

"Exactly. The winning team will receive an all-you-can-eat dinner, complete with all of your favorite foods."

Both teams cheered.

"But, you'll have to bust your sorry little butts to win it. And you'll do so in an homage to our Viking naval battle in World Tour. Each team will construct a boat and use it to retrieve a set of flags or sink the enemy ship. I'll explain the details later. First, you should find your building sets somewhere on the beach. Oh, and the team with the best boat at the end of the three hour time limit gets a huge advantage in the actual challenge."

Without a word, both teams began running down the beach.

"Hold it, Foxes!" shouted the host.

Both teams paused and gazed back at the Chris, who pulled out a rolled up piece of paper from his shirt.

"Catch!" The host threw the scroll at the Fox team and smiled. "There's a reward for winning the last challenge. It should help ya' put the boat together."

The Llamas groaned is disappointment.

Both teams arrived at their building sets to discover massive piles of wooden parts and pieces.

At the Llama camp, things quickly got heated.

"Alright," boomed Brick. "This is war, people. And as your captain, I say we-"

"Don't care," quipped Samantha as she rummaged through the pile of wood.

"Well ma'am," so ad Brick slyly. "If you refuse to work with the group, you go hungry tonight when we win."

Dakota tapped Brick on the shoulder. "Brick, I know you have the best intentions, but some of the worst things in history have been done with the best intentions."

"What do you mean, soldier?"

"I mean that you might want to let the team have a say. Just for this first part of the challenge."

Brick gasped in shock. "Are you telling me to...relinquish my duty as team captain?"

"Well...n-"

"Oh yes," said Sammy, butting into the discussion. "That's exactly what she means. It's for the better, right Dakota?"

"Yeah," the bald teen sighed.

Confessional

Brick: *Sighs* "This went downhill fast. But I won't give up on them. Without my leadership skills, the team is doomed to failure."

Ethan: "Normally I wouldn't mind having someone else in the spotlight, but with Brick, he just takes it too far."

Anne Maria: "Oh, Justin. Why did ya' have to go!"

End Confessional

Brick walked away in seeming defeat and sat down on a rock with his head in his hands. Sammy smiled and began sifting through the pile of wood.

"Alright team, let's get this boat started!" She chanted patriotically.

The rest of the Llamas cheered in agreement, barring Brick, who sat scowling at the rest of his team in vain.

Back at the Foxes' camp, Jordan quickly opened the blueprints he had received from Chris.

"Oh yeah baby!" squealed the jock. "Were gonna rock their world now!"

"Yeah!" bellowed Tyler in agreement. "Lets do this!"

Noah snapped the jocks to reality. "Guys, you do realize that we still have to build it first? In three hours too."

"Don't worry, Noah," said Katie. "We have a map. We'll finish this in no time."

"Yah, my gre...uh, I mean...yah," Staci fumbled.

"First," asserted Jordan as he walked up to the pile of wooden parts.. "Lets separate all these pieces. That'll make it easier to find them."

The Foxes followed Jordan's order immediately. The jock set the blueprints on a stump and put a rock on top of it as a paperweight before joining his team.

Meanwhile, the Llamas were becoming confused over what their boat should look like.

"We should build a aquadynamic boat," insisted Sadie. "That way we'll go faster."

"That's not even a word, Sadie," sighed Ethan. "It's aerodynamic."

"Well, I say that we just build something already," demanded Dakota. "It's been twenty minutes and we don't even have a plan."

"I'm with you," smiled Samantha. "If we don't get a boat built, we'll starve it here tonight."

Eva reluctantly spoke up. "We needed that blueprint. It was a golden ticket to dinner."

"Well, they have an engineer too, so we have plenty of competition," explained Dakota. "B is a total genius."

"Guys," said Samantha. "I need to use the ladies' room. I'll be right back." As Sam stood up she tapped Ethan and the shoulder with her index finger.

"Whatever," said Dakota. "Just hurry back."

Ethan coughed. "Actually, I have to go too."

The team stared at Ethan suspiciously.

"Yeah," said the nerd nervously. "I'm just gonna go now."

The lanky teen jumped up and ran into the bushes where Samantha had entered.

Ethan crawled through the thick brush and reached a small patch of open ground where Sam was eagerly standing.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"This team," she snarled. "We're falling behind and we need another win, even if it is just a reward challenge."

"And what do I have to do with this?"

"I have a plan, but I need your help to make it work."

Ethan's heart skipped a beat. "Me...you need me?"

"Yeah, but I need you to do me a favor."

"Sure, anything."

"Well, listen up..."

Chris was sitting in his hidden control room. The host stood watching the many screens in front of him. With a flick of his wrist, he whipped out a small remote and paused the recording.

The host turned to the camera and flashed trademark smile. "Just what does Samantha have in mind? Will Ethan follow her plans? And who will win the challenge and the amazing buffet? Stay tuned for all answers on Total... Drama... Return of the Underdogs!"

~A/N~ Hope this wasn't too boring. Opening chapters will be full of character development, so hopefully my readers are into that stuff. I hope the OC's are settling well you you guys. I spent a couple of months planning for this story, so I hope it pays off.

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