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.

~A/N~ Sorry it's late. I've been distracted by Pahkitew Island lately and was too bust watching the Italian dub to focus. Hopefully I'll get back on track after this chapter.

Don't forget to R&R if you like where this is going or not. Constructive criticisms are highly acceptable.

"Now," said Samantha. "I need to know how good you are at stealth.

"Don't worry," smiled Ethan. "In Battle-Questers, I'm a level seventy-two rogue with over thirty badges in skill."

"I don't know what you just said, but I think you'll work."

"Now, what's my assignment?"

Samantha smiled deviously.

Jordan piled the final piece of wood onto its respective pile. "That's the last one," said the jock. "Now...what are we gonna make?"

"A boat?" asked Noah sarcastically.

"Oh, let's make a sailboat!" squealed Katie. "Sadie loves sailboats!"

"Well," said Tyler. "Maybe we should vote?"

"Great idea," remarked Dawn.

B nodded in agreement.

"I vote for a sailboat!" squeaked Katie. "And so does Sadie!"

"Katie," sighed Jordan. "Sadie isn't on the team. You two might share a brain, but you don't share this democracy!"

"I vote with Dawn," said Staci. "Whatever she chooses, I'm for it."

Noah sighed in frustration. "You all can't be that dull, can you? Use the blueprint!"

"Oh yeah, the blueprints!" exclaimed Jordan. "Where are they?"

"I thought you had them!" gasped Tyler.

"No, I gave them to B!"

Everyone looked at B, who was hunching his shoulders and pointing at Noah.

"Don't look at me," defended Noah. "I put them down on a rock. I'm sure they're fine. I put a rock on top of them so they wouldn't blow away."

Noah walked over to the rocks on the treeline and impatiently searched as his team looked on in worry.

Suddenly, Noah looked up and screamed, "They're gone!"

Jordan began running towards Noah. "What do you mean they're gone? You lost them!?"

"I left them on this rock," explained the panicking genius. Noah pointed to the ground. "See, there's the rock I used as a paperweight."

"Well, they're gone now!" screamed Jordan in frustration.

The rest of the team walked up to the two arguing geniuses and looked on in confusion.

"Oh no, what are we gonna do?" panicked Katie.

"Yah, those plans were our only hope," said Staci nervously.

"Maybe B has an idea," said Dawn cheerfully.

B pulled out his blackboard. "Nothing."

The team groaned in defeat.

Back at the Llama base, Samantha had just returned to the team.

"Don't worry," she cautioned. "Ethan's going to take a while. He'll be back soon."

"Whatever," sported Eva. "He's not really helpful anyway."

Brick glared at the bully. "Ma'am, I must inform you that everyone on the team serves a purpose. I will not stand for this disrespect."

"And I won't stand for you telling me how to play the game," she replied angrily.

"Could we please get on topic?" sighed Samantha. "We only had three hours."

"She's right," said Sadie.

Brick and Eva snapped their heads away from each other in anger.

"Now, what are we building?" asked Samantha seriously.

"A boat," smiled Sadie.

"Seriously," sighed Samantha. "What type of boat?!"

"We should build a trireme," came a voice from behind the team.

Ethan walked up to the group and tapped Sam on her back as he passed by. The athlete winked back at the nerd.

"What's a tri-thinger?" asked a puzzled Anne Maria.

"Its a boat used in the Persian Wars," explained Ethan. "It used a massive metal hull to ram other boats. If you need to sink a ship, it'll work."

Brick became suspicious. "And how did you get that idea?"

"Does it matter?" quipped Sammy rhetorically. "No, it doesn't. Now listen up."

Brick scowled. "Yes, it does. No one gets such an idea of the top of their head."

"Well, he was knowledgeable about it," insisted Eva.

"But that doesn't mean-"

"Look," snarled Anne Maria. "I know you voted for my baby, so you don't get a chance to speak."

"Just let the team handle this," begged Dakota. "Please."

Confessional

Brick: *Snorts in disapproval* "We'll see how this turns out. If they fail out there, they'll have to let me be captain again."

End Confessional

"Alright," said Brick with a grin. "Just build it. You'll see my point eventually."

The group gathered around Ethan as he explained the building process.

"Now," said the nerd. "First we need a frame to build on. Eva can pick out the longest pieces for the shell while the rest of us build the frame out of the smaller pieces."

Eva saluted, walked over to the woodpile, and began lifting the heavier pieces into the air.

"You heard the man," exclaimed Samantha. "Lets do this!"

"I can't believe you just left the plans on a rock," sighed a peeved Jordan.

"Hey," retorted Noah. "You're the one who gave them away. You should share the blame!"

As Noah and Jordan bickered, the rest of the Foxes sat in a small circle and brainstormed ideas.

"Too bad my gr-" started Staci as Dawn looked her in the eye. "Uh, I mean too bad we lost the plans," she chuckled.

"You can say that again," whined Tyler. "I really wanted that buffet."

"We can still win," assured Katie. "We just have to build a boat in...how much time is there?"

"I lost track about an hour in," moaned Tyler. "My hand hurts again and I can't focus."

"B?" Dawn asked the silent giant. "Do you have any idea? Even a one?"

B thought deeply and nodded his head with a smile.

"Great, what is it?" asked Katie.

B opened his coat and pulled out his blackboard. With a piece of chalk, the genius drew a large square, divided into multiple sections. In the center, he drew a large semi-circle with a smaller circle on the flat edge.

"It's a-" Dawn started.

"Sailboat!" Katie squealed.

B shook his head and wrote "raft" in the sand with his finger.

Noah and Jordan noticed the commotion and joined the group.

"Well," sighed Jordan. "We might as well build it. We have nothing to lose."

"Our lives?!" replied Noah cautiously. "You guys do know that a raft would fall apart in the lake, right?"

"Even if it does," said Jordan. "We might be able to win the advantage. The Llamas don't have a blueprint either, so we're even."

"Well," said Staci. "It would be easy to build."

"Totally," agreed Katie.

"All in agreement?" asked Dawn with her hand raised.

The entire team, barring Noah, lifted their arms to the sky.

"Fine," Noah sighed in defeat.

As Eva hauled the last piece of the boat's shell over to the pile of planks, Brick realized that there was something missing.

"Halt!" he panicked. "What do we put it together with?!"

"Nails?" asked Eva sarcastically. "And a hammer?"

"Well, where are they?" the cadet whined.

"I... I didn't see any," admitted Ethan nervously. "I guess I wasn't thinking ahead."

"Great," complained Anne Maria. "Now what do we do?"

"Maybe we could use vines?" insisted Sadie. "There are hundreds of them in the woods."

Samantha groaned. "Where's Chris when you need him? Maybe he forgot to give us those supplies."

Dakota screamed at the top of her voice. "Chris! If you can hear this, give us our stuff. This isn't a joke!"

As if on cue, the loudspeaker boomed with Chris' snarky voice. "Alright campers, you have ninety minutes remaining. Ya' better start building, or its gonna be rough waters for you. McLean out!"

"This is hopeless," sighed Dakota in anger with her bald head hung in shame.

"See guys," asserted Brick. "I knew we shouldn't have tried to build such an intricate boat."

"When did ya' say that?" asked Eva as she glared at Brick. "You told us to build it! You agreed!"

"Ethan suggested it, not me," replied Brick in fear.

Eva turned towards Ethan. "What's the big idea?"

"I don't-"

"You don't know," Eva raged.

Samantha stepped between Eva and Ethan and looked Eva in the eye. "Look, he thought we had nails. Blame the plans, uh, I mean Chris. Blame Chris!"

Brick gasped and grabbed Samantha by her arm. "What did you just say? Plans?"

"I meant Chris!"

Brick looked towards Ethan and saw a bulge in his navy blue jacket. "What's that?" he asked suspiciously.

The lanky teen looked down at his jacket and stuttered. "Nothing, it's just-"

Brick dropped Samantha's arm and grabbed at Ethan's jacket. He reached inside and pulled out a paper scroll.

"You stole it! You stole their fairly won advantage!"

"No... I-I found it," panicked Ethan. "It was on the ground."

Samantha intervened again. "Hold on, Ethan. Let's not rush this."

Brick tried to speak but Samantha cut him off with a hand on his mouth. "Yes, he stole it. And it doesn't matter. We need to win and nothing is stopping us." She turned to her team. "Does everyone agree?"

Brick ripped the hand away from his mouth and pleaded. "You have to hear me out! Do want to win by cheating, or do you want to win fairly, as a team?"

With no one taking Brick's side Sam snatched the blueprints from Brick's tight grip and held them in the air. "Now, let's get this thing built!"

Brick once again tried to take a stand. "You will take those back and apologize to the opponents! That's an order, ma'am!"

The cadet stuck his finger in the farm girl's face and asserted himself, but suddenly felt his arm being pulled around by a massive force.

"Look," snarled Eva with teeth grinding frustration. "I'm hungry, and you're not getting in my way. Now, you can either help us build, or I can snap your arm in two!"

Brick whimpered nervously. "Ma'am, though I highly respect your skills, I would find it to be a good decision to let my arm go. I don't think so well...under pressure!"

Eva dropped the cadet, leaving a crimson bruise around his wrist.

"Now stay back," said Eva. "Let the adults do what must be done."

As Eva and the others stormed away, Brick collapsed onto the sand and found himself in quite a predicament.

Confessional

Brick: "This team is the most unfair, dirty, underhanded, uncooperative, shameful mess that I've ever led into battle!"

Eva: "He ain't done. I can see it in his eyes."

Ethan: "Sammy sure had my back. I knew we'd make a good team."

End Confessional

Meanwhile, the Foxes had begun construction on their raft. Instead of nails, B had suggested vines, just as Sadie had. While Dawn, Katie, and Staci left to collect supplies, Noah, B, and Tyler worked on the raft. Jordan, however, decided to watch over the process like a stout military leader.

Noah, in the middle of tying a knot in the vine, looked over his shoulder. "You know that we only have an hour left, right 'Tiger'?

"I know," said Jordan with a flashy grin. "I'm jut watching you guys incase you mess up."

Tyler dropped his vine and turned to face the other jock. "Dude, it would be done faster if you would get down here. We haven't messed up yet."

Tyler turned around and tripped on a spare plank. When he hit the ground, Jordan laughed. "Nice idea, but I'm not convinced."

Confessions

B: *Gives a thumbs down*

Jordan: "Yeah, I probably should've worked a bit more, but this team needs a leader. And who's better suited than the 2006 Putt-Putt Playoff Champion!"

End Confessional

"Are you sure that you're being a leader?" asked Noah. "Because now you're just being a prick."

Jordan sat down in the sand and stretched his legs. "Say what you want, but I know that I can lead us to victory."

"B 's the one who came up with the building plan," said Tyler. "All you've done is argue with Noah and lose the blueprints."

Jordan muttered to himself. "So ungrateful."

Noah and B were finishing up on the base of the raft. With a forty foot length and a fifteen foot width, it wasn't as big as the team had planned.

"Sorry bros," groaned Tyler. "I don't think this will hold all seven of us."

"Well," quipped Noah. "Maybe if someone would get up and actually try, then maybe it could be bigger."

"Oh really," snarled Jordan playfully. "What's with the berating? Do you not remember the Dodgeball game in season one? You can't really-"

"I learned my lesson," snapped Noah in anger. "I'm a changed man! Even though I did nothing wrong, I've changed!"

"Dude," sighed Tyler calmly as he patted Noah on the back. "Don't let him get to you. He's not worth your time."

Noah turned his attention back towards building the raft. Jordan stood up and grabbed a large plank. "You can use this for the plank that you'll be walking after the challenge," he chuckled. "Just a warning, you little punk."

Noah and B rolled their eyes.

As the Foxes made progress, the Llamas continued to craft their trireme. The frame of the boat was shoddily tied together by vines are varying length, and the wooden planks that covered half of the boat were almost falling apart. The oddly shaped frame itself wasn't anything to be proud of. While it was definitely able to fit all seven team members, it would leak heavily with a large load. For the ramming rod, Eva had found a sturdy log and carved the ends to a point using a clam shell.

Ethan and Samantha were tying the last few pieces of the shell together as Brick unwillingly fastened them to the rest of the boat.

Confessional

Brick: "Though I may have toned down my code, my tolerance of cheating remains the same."

End Confessional

The cadet sighed to himself and hung his head in shame. Dakota noticed his darkened mood and came over.

"Brick?" She asked softly. "What's wrong?"

Brick looked up with sadness in his eyes and spoke. "You don't know? It's the team. They just won't listen to me. I'm trying to help them and make it easier for everyone, but they don't care."

Dakota smiled. "I care."

"Yeah, right," he snorted back. "You don't mean that at all."

"Maybe I don't, but you can't give up because of what doesn't go your way."

Samantha looked to the bald, tail-wielding teen and laughed. "Don't give him any attention. He's gonna be fine after he eats the dinner that we're winning today."

Dakota sighed and walked away, leaving Brick to hang his head once more.

Anne Maria was fiddling with her hair, which had lost its form and fallen into a mess of tangles. She groaned under her breath. "Oh, my poof."

Confessional

Anne Maria: "When I find out who took my hairspray, someone's gonna wake up in the ICU!"

Sadie: "Snook...uh, I mean Anne Maria is totally rude. I wish Katie was here to keep me company. Everyone on the team is scary. Well, not Sammy and Dakota. They're my friends, for now...oh Katie, I need you!"

End Confessional

"Hey, tan-in-a-can!" shouted Samantha. "We need your help over here! We're almost done!"

"Eh, you eva' had your style melt like this," she sneered as she grabbed her hair and pulled it up. "If not, then keep ya' trap shut!"

Samantha sighed in frustration and ignored the Jersey chick.

"Don't worry about her," Ethan told the gymnast. "She's not much of a team player. Of course, you would've known that if you actually watched the show."

"Trust me," she grinned. "Even though my knowledge of this rundown excuse for a show is, um, limited, my wits and athletic abilities can keep me afloat."

"Whatever you say."

"Last one!" shouted Tyler in joy. "Dinner, he we come!"

"Could you keep it down, boom-box?" Noah quipped. "We really don't want the other team to know that we're in the lead."

"Why does it matter?" asked Jordan. "The advantage goes to the best boat, not the first one there."

"But the question is," added Staci. "Is it good enough?"

"She's right," said Dawn cautiously. "I sense major turmoil in the near future."

"Yeah," agreed a snarky Jordan. "For them!"

Confessional

Jordan: "As a natural born leader, it's my duty to not only lead my team to victory, but contribute as well."

Katie: "Jordan is so selfish. All he ever does is... "*sniffles* "Oh, Sadie. Why can't we just be together!?"

End Confessional

"That attitude isn't exactly the best one to carry around here," said Noah. "Overconfidence leads to failure. Just look at Tyler."

"Hey," whined the red-clad athlete.

"No offense," said Dawn calmly. "But I have to agree with Noah."

"Come on guys," whined Tyler again. "I might not be the smartest crayon in the crate, but at least I have one thing that sets me apart from everyone else on the island."

"Your pain threshold?" laughed Noah. B and Jordan laughed as well.

"No," sighed Tyler. "My determination."

Noah thought for a few seconds. "Wow, I can't really argue with that. Good boy." The brainiac walked up to Tyler and petted his head as Tyler groaned.

"Great," exclaimed Jordan. "Let's get that last plank in place and hit the beach!" The jock grabbed the large piece of wood and, with B 's help, set it in place.

Dawn and Katie pulled the vines over the plank and fastened them to the side of the raft.

"There," squealed Katie. "We're done!"

Staci and Jordan nodded in content. With two layers of wood and multiple vines to hold it together, the raft was almost perfect. Almost.

"Oh no," groaned Noah.

"What's wrong?" asked Jordan playfully.

"We forget to make a mast, smartass!" he shouted.

"I know, I was-"

"You mean...you knew you were handicapping up the whole time," sneered Tyler.

Jordan rolled his eyes. "It's fine. All we have to do is row. We don't need a sail, or a mast, or anything but manpower."

"You realize that you and B are the only people on this team that have biceps, right?" asked Noah rhetorically. The genius sat down in the sand and put his hands over his face. "We screwed ourselves into a corner."

"Jordan?" asked Dawn. "Did you see anything in the woodpile that we could use as a sail?"

"Well..."

"Spit it out!" came Tyler. "We need to hurry.

"I...found a a big sheet," coughed Jordan as he closed his eyes.

"Where is it now?!" gasped Dawn.

"In the bushes," the jock said while pointing to the forest.

Noah looked up. "Dude, you're gonna have to be specific."

"Yah," started Staci. "Too bad my gr...uh, I guess we're gonna have to go find it, I guess." The liar chuckled.

Confessional

Staci: "It's so hard to keep my stories to myself. I just can't fight it."

End Confessional

"I'm gonna dismiss that advice for now," replied Noah with a scowl. The bookworm looked to Jordan. "Show us where the sheet is, now!"

"Alright," he mumbled. "Don't get your granny panties in a knot."

Jordan led the group to the woods where he reluctantly searched for the missing sail. After a few minutes of looking, loudspeakers boomed once more. "Warning campers, you have ten minutes to finish up. When you're done, bring your creations to the starting line."

Katie screamed to the sky. "Hurry!"

"I'm trying," came the jock from within the shrubbery. "This stuff is just to thick to see through!"

"Pretend you're tracking a wounded deer," suggested Staci. "Look for signs."

"Yeah," snorted Noah. "The sail is going to leave a bloodtrail."

Dawn shuddered. "Can we please change the subject, now?"

"Sure," said Noah with a laugh. "You really need to-"

"Found it!" came Jordan in excitement.

The jock emerged from the forest, pulling a massive white sheet behind him. It's twenty foot long mass was caught in the brush, forcing Jordan to rip and tear it as he pulled it along. When he heaved the sheet out of the thicket it was full of holes.

The team stared at the sheet until Tyler broke the silence. "No time to waste. Get it on the boat!"

"How?" groaned Noah. "We don't have a mast to put it on."

Suddenly, B ripped out a pocket knife and slashed holes in the corners of the makeshift sail. The giant genius pointed at Dawn and then to a pile of vines.

The moonchild quickly returned and handed B the vines. The giant pulled the sheet to the edge of the raft and fastened the vine to the plank that jutted out of the front of the platform. He tied the other end to the hole he had cut in the sheet. The genius, with the help of the other campers, did the same with the other bottom corner. Finally, he tied two vines to the other corners and let them hang free.

"Uh, what do we do with this?" asked a clueless Tyler.

B held up a finger, signaling for his team to wait. He suddenly grabbed Jordan and pulled him over to the boat and plopped him onto the deck. When he stood up, the silent genius put one of the loose vines in his hand while he held the other one himself.

"Oh, I get it," smiled Noah with a jolt of enthusiasm. "You'll hold the vines while the wind catches the sail. Nice idea, Beverly."

Confessional

B: *Hunches shoulders and holds up his blackboard* "Doesn't matter."

End Confessional

"Alright," shouted Jordan to his team. "Let's get this thing to the starting line! We're bringing home the bacon tonight! Or whatever they're serving."

B and Jordan grabbed the front side of the raft and slowly pulled it into the surf. When the raft was in the water, the team began walking along the beach with B and Jordan steering the raft alongside them.

"One last piece and we can finish this piece of crap," mumbled Samantha to herself. "Just one more piece."

The llamas had only two minutes at the most to finish their trireme. It wasn't as graceful as the plans had shown it to be. While it was originally streamlined, organized, and sturdy, the version that the campers made was less so. It held together well, but an overabundance of vines made it nearly impossible to not get tangled up when stepping inside. Eva put planks on top of the vines to cover then up, but had since run out of large supplies. Aside from the vine problem, the boat was leaking in multiple spots and the sail was small and torn.

Ethan looked upon the ship with blueprints in his hand and sighed.

"Oh, don't worry," he was told by Sadie. "It's gorgeous."

"Yeah," agreed Dakota. "It's at least something."

"I don't know if this could hold all seven of us," Ethan admitted.

Brick entered the conversation. "As a military cadet, my knowledge of naval warfare and shipbuilding is confirming your worries, whether you like it or not. That's what you get for stealing."

"And you know what you're gonna get if you blab to Chris?" asked Eva with a snarl.

Brick shook his head in fear and confusion.

"You'll see in time," she said as she walked by the cadet, jamming her elbow into his ribcage. Brick looked at her nervously.

Confessional

Brick: "I hate to say it, but Eva's our best player. Sure, she's a bit hard to work with, but she's all worth it in the end.

Eva: "I'm not going hungry, so that punk-ass cadet better stay out of our way, or he'll go home in a casket."

End Confessional

"Sure thing ma'am!" Brick saluted reluctantly. "Sure thing."

"Done!" came Ethan loudly. "We need to hurry, we only-"

Time's up!" boomed the loudspeaker. "It's all out war now, so get your rears in gear for the most epic challenge ever!

"Quick," instructed Samantha. "Get it into the water. We gotta go!"

Eva singlehandedly pulled the boat into the surf and positioned the mast. The boat took of down the beach at a comfortable pace as the rest of the team headed to the starting line.

Chris was laying on a wooden lawn chair that overlooked the edge of the lake. A hundred yards out into the lake were two buoys with flags attached, one red, one green. Two more sets were placed at three-hundred yard intervals.

"Yeah, I know," said Chris with his phone at his ear. "We've searched everywhere."

The host scowled as the man on the phone berated him.

"Yes, we should have tied them down. It wasn't our fault. The contracts specifically stated that contestants agreed to being put in the balloons."

The host sighed. "Yes, I know what they were filled with...no it's not torture."

Chris growled and snapped his phone shut. He peered down the beach to see both teams and their watercrafts slowly moving towards the battlefield.

"And here they come!" he said to the camera. "Its on like Donkey Kong." Chris snatched up his megaphone with a sneer on his face. "If they would hurry up!"

The faint groans of the cast were heard by the host, who sat back and flipped out a pair of sunglasses and put on a captain's hat. "While we wait for our teams to arrive, let's take a quick commercial break. Stay tuned for all the answers right here, on Total... Dra-"

"Hold it, don't cut out!" screamed Jordan as he approached the host in a mad dash. "We made it."

Chris looked behind the jock to see the Foxes pulling their raft to shore.

Chris then looked towards the Llamas. They had just hit the shore about twenty yards away. Eva and Brick had steered their boat, and when Brick jumped out, he caught his foot on the side of the rail and fell into the water, coaxing laughs out of Samantha and Eva.

"Fine, we can do the challenge now," sighed Chris. "I'll just take the extra funding out of the editor's paycheck."

"Well, get on with it," demanded Jordan. "I want to eat!"

"Patience, my child," explained Chris. "First, we must judge the boats to determine who gets the reward."

The 'llamas looked at their trireme nervously as Chris walked over and tapped it. The host grabbed the side of the boat with his hands and tried to shake it. "Sturdy," he smiled. "Nice job."

Suddenly, a plank fell off the boat and landed at Chris' feet. "Uh huh, sturdy," he snarked. "I give it a seven.

Confessional

Brick: "See what I mean? Without my leadership, the team can't stand on its feet."

Ethan: "Yeah, I probably should've just came up with an original design."

End Confessional

Samantha pouted. She then noticed Brick trying to say something. Beads of sweat dripped down his face. She leaned over to the ears of the cadet and whispered a threat. "Blab, and you're going hungry when we win. If you live, that is!"

Brick dropped a tear down his cheek as Chris began to walk towards the raft the Foxes had made. He stepped forward and spoke as the host barely touched the raft.

"Sir! I have something to say!"

Chris impatiently faced the cadet. "What? I'm kinda in the middle of giving out a reward here!"

"Brick," warned Samantha. "Don't you dare say anything." She pinched his arm from behind.

Jordan lunged forward. "What is it?" He asked suspiciously. "What's wrong, Brick? Have a secret?"

Brick snapped the blueprints from Ethan's jacket and ran forward, tripping over himself. "They stole it!" Brick pointed his shaking hand at the two newcomers on his team.

Sam and Ethan shot each other a nervous glance. Jordan snarled and tried to tackle the thieves, but B held him back. "You son of a... no, let me go, Beverly!"

"Hold on," sighed Chris. "I can resolve this here and now." He turned to Jordan. "Did you see them take it?"

Jordan thought and replied nervously. "No. I didn't see them take it. But you-"

"Then you have no proof," Chris grinned. "I see no reason why they couldn't take it though."

"But it was our reward," pleaded Dawn. "They must be given their karma."

"Look," Chris said to both teams. "We have a challenge to get through, and I don't want to get behind. So, I've already settled on a winner."

Both teams silenced themselves as Chris raised his arm in the air.

"The winning team is..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"The Llamas of Loserdom!"

The Llamas cheered in delight as Noah stumbled forward to protest.

"Wait," asserted the genius. "Our boat was flawless. They have a dozen leaks in theirs. Not to mention that they cheated."

"Yeah," snorted the host. "Remember when I said that you had to build a boat?"

"What do you think we built?" sneered Jordan.

"Yeah, you guys built a raft, which by technicality is not a boat."

Confessional

Noah: "Okay, now that is just pretentious!"

End Confessional

"But if it floats, then it's a boat," argued Noah.

"Eggs float, oil floats, root beer floats," the peeved host groaned. "Do those things sound like boats to you?"

"Well, no, but-"

"But what? Is it the fact that you and your team lost the reward, because we have to get on with the show! Now go stand with your team and zip it," Chris said, tracing a line across his mouth with his fingers.

Noah shot Chris a glare of hatred and slowly joined his team near their raft, which according to Chris, wasn't a boat.

Chris looked to the camera and smiled. "Now for the rewards."

The host turned to the Llamas and clapped his hands. "Congrats on winning the reward, which should be here in three... two... and one!"

The buzz of a helicopter could be heard in the distance. Both teams looked over the inland to see a chopper carrying two crates, one larger than the other. As the aircraft hovered over the beach, sand whipped around both teams, causing them to cough and hack.

"Thanks, Chef!" shouted Chris through his megaphone. "I would I owe you one, but I just don't have the time!"

Chef mumbled curses from within the cockpit and dropped the crates. Once both hit the ground, he piloted the helicopter back over the Island.

"Great," coughed Noah. "If the embarrassing loss wasn't enough, now we have lungs full of sand to worry about."

"We have a medical station if you need it," explained Chris. "We were hoping that no one would need it, but with our budget, that's probably not how things'll go."

"Well," sneered Jordan. "I personally believe that a certain few of the people on this island have more to worry about than a bit of sand." He stared down Eva, as did she.

Chris sensed the hatred and laughed. "Heh he, yeah, I know. Don't worry though. You guys will have plenty of time to maim each other in today's challenge. But first, let's hand out rewards.

Chris walked up to the smaller crate, which at about the same height as the host, was dwarfed by the larger crate. "Alright Llamas. For building the only boat today, you guys get..."

Chris smacked the side of the crate causing one panel to fall off and reveal the reward.

"A cannon!" Chris finished.

"Oh yeah," grinned Eva devilishly. "Now we're talking!"

"Trust me," said Chris. "This is going to help you."

Dawn looked at the host and spoke. "Chris, what's in the other box?"

"I was getting to that," replied the host arrogantly. "For losing the first challenge, the Foxes still get a reward, but not a very good one."

The host tapped the side of the larger crate, revealing a large catapult. "You get this catapult. It's not as good as you'd expect, so good luck finding a way to make it work, heh he."

"At least we get something," said Staci with cheer. "Right guys?"

The Foxes, especially Noah and Jordan impatiently ignored her.

"Well," said Chris. "I'm bored with this day already, so I say that we get the battle started."

"As do I," groaned Noah. "I just want to go back to our cabin."

"Don't you mean our cabin?" asked Samantha rhetorically. "You don't stand a chance."

"Yeah, right!" taunted Tyler. "When we're done with you, you'll be so, uh, not happy!" The jock slapped his forehead in embarrassment.

"Ahem," coughed Chris. "If the ladies are done squabbling, I'd like to explain the rules of the challenge, thank you very much!"

Both teams stood in silence, glaring at each other with icy stares of hatred.

"Alright," Chris said as he pointed out to the lake. "Do you see those flags? They're your tickets to dinner. Each team will use their boat to collect all three of their banners and return to the shore and tag my hand. And if you aren't really a collector, you have the option of sinking the your opponents ship instead."

"Definitely," smiled Eva. Brick looked upon her nervously.

"Once all players on one team are in the water or on the beach with their three flags, the winners will be declared."

"Hold on," pointed out Ethan. "Our boat won't hold seven of us. It's not good enough."

"Oh yeah. I forgot that you guys didn't have nails...not! In this case, only four members from each team will actually be on the boat. The rest will act as a cheering squad. So go ahead, pick your crews!"

"Brick MacArthur, reporting for duty!" exclaimed Brick as he raised his arm to the sky and grinned at his team.

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Cheering squad," she told him.

Brick gasped. "You guys said that I could lead the team in this part of the challenge! You promised, and promises are never nullified!"

Sam ignored Brick' s argument and selected notable crew members. "Eva, are you up for it?"

Eva smiled. "It's skull-smashing time!"

Sam backed away cautiously. "Okay, what about Sadie?"

"Oh my God, yes! She squealed. "Yes infinity!"

"Then," finished Samantha. "I guess Dakota and I can finish up."

"Hold on," Brick asserted. "That's four women. Not to offend you, but you'll need a man to do the heavy lifting!"

"Eva has that role filled perfectly," snarled the athlete. "Plus, you're not exactly safe around heavy objects."

Dakota tapped Samantha on her shoulder and nervously admitted her thoughts. "Well, I don't think I can do it. Brick should do it instead."

Brick shone with a heartwarming smile. "See, someone believes in me!"

Sam curled her lips and sighed. "Fine, it's just a reward challenge. No one can go home, so go ahead. Get on the boat."

Confessional

Samantha: "He thinks he's actually getting on my good side. Once Brick the Dick is universally hated on the team, he'll be gone in no time."

End Confessional

On the Foxes, Jordan had already volunteered to be in the challenge, but needed three more members.

"Count me in," exclaimed Tyler, giving Jordan a high five. "I'm ready to kick some llama tail."

"Great," praised Jordan. "So, who's next?"

B raised his hand and joined the jocks on the boat.

"Well," begged Tyler. "Someone come up here. I want to get started."

"I'm not very good with boats," said Noah dryly.

"Can I join?" asked Staci. "I have really good nautical skills. It comes from my, uh, studying. Yah, studying," she chuckled.

Jordan raised an eyebrow.

Confessional

Jordan: "Even if I was the last man alive, I wouldn't let Staci on any boat of mine. The girl's just annoying and useless to the team. I'm still shocked that she didn't get the boot first. Plus, I'd rather have the attractive chicks around, if you know what I mean."

End Confessional

"I don't-" Jordan started as he was cut off by Tyler.

"Sure, the more the merrier!"

Staci smiled and jumped on the boat as Jordan glared at Tyler in honest disagreement.

Chris picked up his megaphone again. "Alright campers! Who's ready for the most epic naval battle ever! With a minimal response from Eva and Jordan in the form of bicep flaunting, Chris quickly continued.

"But first, you guys are going to need some ammo for your weapons. Heads up!"

Suddenly, a small yellow plane appeared overhead. It dropped two couch sized crates that floated down to the ships using their expanded parachutes.

Chris explained again. "In those crates are small, yet deadly smoke balls. However, not all of them contain smoke, heh he."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Brick suspiciously.

"Lets just say that some of the stuff in those balls isn't approved by the government," smiled Chris. "And just to let you know, I'm not liable for any injury received from this challenge, so be careful and go break a leg!"

Jordan and B tied the loose vines that hung from their sail to one of the planks that jutted up from the deck and waited for the challenge to begin. Staci and Tyler were ready to push the raft into the water.

Brick sat on the deck of the Llama's trireme, ready to open the sail as Eva put both hands on the stern, prepared to give it her all.

Chris raised a hand and began the countdown. "Three... two... one... and go!"

Both teams set their watercrafts in motion as the peanut gallery eagerly watched the challenge unfold.

The raft that Jordan and the Foxes had built was much faster than the frail trireme of the Llamas, and in less than a minute, the wind had carried them to the first buoy.

"I got it!" squealed Jordan in anticipation as he stumbled to the port side to grab the first flag. He reached out as far as he could, stretching his arm to its limit. Sadly, it was just out of his reach.

"Damn!" he cursed to himself.

Staci fumbled up to him. "B said that we can get it on the way back!"

"Great," he quipped in return.

The Llama's boat, although it was slow, was just slow enough to allow Samantha to reach out and time her chance at grabbing the green banner. She managed to grasp a corner and let the wind push the boat along, taking the banner with it.

"That's one for the Llamas," blared Chris. "The Foxes might have just cost themselves dinner!"

Anne Maria, Dakota, and Ethan cheered from the beach as Noah, Katie, and Dawn sighed in fear as they watched Jordan beat the deck with his palms.

"Jordan," said Tyler. "Get the catapult ready!"

Jordan looked up at the fail-prone and nodded in confirmation. With his large hands, he pulled the seven foot tall wooden weapon to face the starboard side and the other boat.

"Staci!" Jordan yelled in command. "Load it up!"

Staci, without a saying a word, opened the chest of ammo and pulled out two black spheres. She put the cue ball sized balls into the catapult and loaded more, two at a time.

When there were about twenty balls loaded, Jordan pulled the lever on the side of the frame and the contraption sent the black balls hurdling at the Llamas.

"Watch them fly!" Jordan screamed as the balls pelted the side of the trireme. Eva ducked below the side of the boat and saw the balls explode on the deck, releasing a thick black smoke. Brick wasn't able to duck and was berated by the heavy cloud of fumes. Samantha and Sadie threw themselves behind the cannon.

When the smoke cleared, Brick, full of rage, grabbed a pair of smoke balls and loaded the cannon.

Sam grabbed his arm and stopped him as he dropped both balls into the chamber. "No, don't use it yet!" She commanded. "We need to get the next flag!"

"They're going down," raged Brick.

"I know," Samantha argued. "But not now!"

The cadet dropped his hands and nodded his head in disdain before heading to the other side of the ship.

On the Foxes' raft, Jordan was already about to fire another round of shots. As their craft approached the second buoy, B grabbed a spare vine and tied the end to make a lasso. When the raft was only feet away from the red banner, B swung his rope and caught the top of the buoy, allowing B to pull it towards him as Jordan let his second round fly.

"Incoming!" Eva bellowed harshly as she flew behind the mast of the ship. Sadie was a bit too slow and got hit directly in the stomach, sending her tumbling over the side of the boat, eliminating her from the challenge. Sadly, no one noticed when the smoke cleared.

"Oh yeah," Tyler cheered. "One down, three to go!"

Back on shore, Chris updated the scores. "It's one flag each, but the Llamas are down one BFF.

Katie started to shudder and whimper, but Dawn calmed her down.

On the Llama' s boat, Samantha was finally ready to load the cannon. Brick grabbed another ball to add to the chamber. As the two rivals were preparing to take revenge of Jordan, Eva was leaning over the opposite side of the boat to grab the second flag. Using her man-hands, she ripped the banner away from the buoy, but put a massive tear down the middle.

Back on the raft, B had stuck the banner inside the team's box of ammo and prepared to snag the next one.

"Quick," said Staci. "They're gonna fire!"

Staci was correct. Brick pulled the ignition cord and sent four balls careening at the raft. When they collided with the raft, B was hit in the back unaware and collapsed into the water.

"B," panicked Tyler. "We lost B!"

Surprisingly, the other three balls didn't explode. Staci ran over to investigate. The liar picked one up.

"It's a dud, yah," she laughed too soon. The ball detonated in her hand, covering her with thick yellow goo. The other balls exploded too, covering Jordan and Tyler with similar substances.

Jordan let out a feminine yelp and paused to sniff his jacket.

"Mustard!" he gasped. "I hate mustard!"

As Jordan shuddered in terror, Staci began to lick her hands clean as Tyler watched in confusion.

"Its two to one, Llamas," Chris boomed. The players are tied, so it's anyone's game now!"

"Load it up again!" demanded Brick.

"Way ahead of you," replied Samantha. The athlete reached into the box and pulled out two more cannon balls. However, these balls were far heavier than any others, is if they were filled with solid metal. Even though she knew that they were dangerous, Samantha went ahead and loaded them anyway.

"Brick?" She asked the cadet loudly. "Go get the last flag. I'll deal with this shot."

Brick saluted. "Aye aye, Captain, uh, no not captain. No wait, I didn't mean to-"

"Just help Eva!" Sammy screamed in Brick's face. The cadet stumbled away.

The athlete carefully positioned her weapon to fire at the Foxes' catapult, and Jordan too. "Bingo," she said with a grin as she pulled the rope.

The balls were coming closer by the second, and Tyler noticed that his friend was in the way. Using his powerful legs, the jock propelled himself in front of Jordan and took both balls to the his leg and stomach.

"Tyler!" Jordan shouted in fear. He tried to grab the athlete's hand, but Tyler has already fallen into the cold water.

"Awesome!" Chris exclaimed. "Ratings, here I come!"

"He could be hurt!" panicked an alarmed Dawn. "Maybe even dead!"

The rest of the peanut gallery gasped as Chris blew it off. "He's fine. The dude's went through worse."

"If by that, you mean this show," sneered Noah. "Yes, he has been through worse."

"Oh, Noah," taunted Chris. "You're words can never hurt me, yet you try so hard. Maybe I should give you a gold star for persistence."

Noah rolled his eyes and brought his attention back to the challenge.

On the raft, Jordan was under fire once more. Staci had been hiding behind the catapult since Tyler went down, and refused to come into the open.

"Staci, load it. Now!" he pleaded impatiently.

"I can't," she replied. "I'm scared!"

Jordan heard the boom of the cannon and barely dodged the shot. One shot hit the catapult, cracking the frame and putting it out of commission.

Staci screamed and ran away from the incoming shots as Jordan batted away ball after ball with a piece of the catapult that had been snapped off.

"Keep firing!" Brick told Samantha. "The next flag is up, and its the last one!"

"You don't have to tell me twice," she replied. "This is pretty damn fun!"

Confessional

Samantha: "I was always great with archery, so my aim is spot on. Plus, that cannon was just so powerful that it gave me chills when I shot it."

End Confessional

Sam took careful aim and fired another shot that crashed into the deck of the raft and lodged itself into one of the planks. Jordan backed away and common sense set in. The jock, along with Staci, covered their faces as the ball exploded into a massive fireball that consumed half of the deck in flames and smoke.

"Burn!" yelled Eva patriotically. "Burn it down!"

Staci jumped into the water to avoid the flame, but Jordan refused to leave without a fight. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a large piece of the raft that had been blown off by the explosion and plopped it into the water. Using his pockets as pouches, the jock hurriedly grabbed as many balls as he could, along with the team's only banner.

Back on shore, Chris was having a ball over the events unfolding. "This is awesome. Jordan is actually leaving the raft on a piece of wood! He refuses to go down with the ship!"

"No way am I losing this!" thought the golfer. "No way." Jordan snapped a loose plank off of the raft as the sail caught fire and the entire ship sank below the surface.

"Yeah, we won!" exclaimed Ethan as Anne Maria and Dakota fist pumped in the air.

"Not so fast," interrupted Chris. "Jordan may have abandoned ship, but he still needs to fall in the drink to lose."

The campers on the peanut gallery stood up, trying to get the best look possible at the last seconds of the challenge.

Eva stepped away from the side of the trireme and grabbed a heavy black ball from he crate.

"Eva, get that flag!" panicked Brick. "Were passing it up!"

"No worries, cadet!" She grunted as she chucked the ball at Jordan, who had just reached the last flag on his piece of driftwood. He reached his arm out and yanked the red banner off of the buoy. After smiling in relief he looked over in horror to see a flash of black that smashed into his face, sending him spiraling into the lake.

Silence followed as Chris smiled in mad satisfaction. "Its over! The Llamas of Loserdom win!"

After a good half hour, all the contestants had made it back to shore safely. All but one.

"Llamas," said Chris. "Congrats on the win. As your reward, you'll enjoy a full course meal of the finest dishes our ridiculously small budget could afford. Eat it like champions!"

"Thanks, I guess," said Samantha slyly. "It better be worth it."

"I don't care about the food," asserted Anne Maria. "I want my can back already. My hair's a distastah'."

"Well, if we find it, we'll let you know," said Sadie sweetly.

"Yeah, thanks for the help," the Jersey chick droned sarcastically.

"Oh no!" came Dawn, suddenly in shock. "Where's Tyler?!"

"I thought he came to shore," said Chris without care. "Its not my fault if the guy can't swim well."

"He can swim, but he got hit really hard out there," said Jordan with his hand to his cheek, wincing in pain with every movement of his lips. "I never saw him swim back."

"We have to look for him," panicked Katie.

"I'm with you," said Dawn as both girls went off down the beach in search of their friend.

Chris turned to the Llamas and faintly sighed. "I guess you guys can head to your cabin. Your dinner will arrive later tonight."

"See you guys," Ethan said to the Foxes with a gentle smile. The team turned their noses up at his polite remark, causing the nerd to sigh.

When the Llamas had all retreated into the forest, the Foxes were left to look for Tyler, and it didn't take long to find him.

Katie's scream led the entire team to find Tyler sprawled upon the sand in a heap of wet clothes and bruises. B grabbed the arm of the unconscious jock and felt for a pulse.

"Oh God," squeaked Katie with tears running down her face. "He's dead!"

B looked at the BFFF and gave a thumbs up, signaling that Tyler was in fact alive. The genius rolled up the pant legs of the jock to check for any injuries, but soon wished he hadn't.

Tyler's right leg was not only bruised, but immensely swollen. Noah looked on in fear.

Confessional

Noah: "Tyler isn't really a friend of mine, but-"

Katie: *Cries in shock*

Jordan: "He took that shot...for me. For me. He saved my bacon, but I guess I can't save his now."

End Confessional

Chris suddenly appeared behind the group with a pair of interns and a stretcher. "We can take him in for treatment, if you want," he said solemnly. "We'll see what's wrong and try to fix it."

"I'm sorry," murmured Dawn. "I don't think blood bags and needles can fix this. Not even yarrow could fix this."

"We can try," said Chris. "I might have a cold heart, but I know when someone is on death's door."

Katie gasped and fainted as Staci wiped a tear from her plump cheek.

"Take him," sighed Jordan. "We owe him treatment for his bravery today."

The two interns lifted Tyler onto the stretcher and wheeled him into the forest as the Foxes watched their teammate disappear into the unknown.

"You better get some rest," said Chris. "It might be awhile."

As the Llamas sat inside the cabin, eating their hearts out, the Foxes silently moped around under the large tree in the clearing, eagerly awaiting the news about Tyler.

"You know what?" said Jordan, breaking the silence. "Even though we didn't win, I feel as if we're stronger as a team after today."

Noah looked up. "What a prick," he mumbled under his breath.

"Hey," Jordan angrily told Noah. "You didn't put much effort into the challenge. You have no room to speak."

"Says the guy who bailed," said Staci rudely.

"No, you bailed, Staci. I gave it my all! You jumped ship!"

"Yah, so I wouldn't die!"

"Cut it out!" screamed Dawn in a surprisingly aggressive tone. "Tyler is horribly maimed, and all you can argue about is who got a little wet first! This is unbelievable!"

Confessional

Dawn: "I don't know what came over me. I just snapped all of the sudden. Maybe being around Noah has made me less caring."

Jordan: "As screwed as we are, I can't help but give fairy girl some credit. She really knows how to be assertive. I like that!"

End Confessional

Jordan hung his head, as did Staci. Neither said another word until Chris showed up with the news.

When the host walked up to tree he had wiped the solemn look off of his face and swapped it with a McLean style smile.

"Well," sighed host. "I've got good news and bad news." Everyone's attention was peaking as Chris answered the questions that everyone was dying to know. "First of all, Tyler is alive and can still compete. All he has is a broken femur."

Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, as did everyone else.

"But," continued Chris. "I have to know. Do you want him on your team now that he's injured?"

"What kind of question is that?" asked a heartbroken Dawn.

"Face it guys," concluded Chris. "He's deadweight now. He'll just slow you down unless you send him home today, so head off to the confessional and cast your vote. Yes, or no?"

Chris walked away as the team looked at each other with nervous and guilty eyes.

Confessional

Dawn: "Even if he's hurt, I won't send him home. I refuse to crack under the pressure of life."

Noah: *Sighs* "I suppose I don't have a choice. Sorry buddy, you're done for this season."

Jordan: "He can't leave. It's my fault that he's hurt, so I'll carry him to the finale on my shoulder...but I won't let him win."

Katie: "If I see that leg, I'll have a seizure. I can't let him suffer though. Sorry Tyler!"

Staci: "I just don't know what to do. If I send him home, he'll be really sad and we'll lose a teammate. But if we keep him, he'll cost us more challenges. I can't decide!

B: *Shrugs shoulders*

End Confessional

The wheels of Tyler's wheelchair noisily rolled across the deck of the boat of losers. The jock's sedative kept him from speaking, but he let a single tear drop as he rolled past his former team.

"I'm sorry dude," said Noah as he patted Tyler on the back. "Maybe you'll win next time. Take care."

Dawn smiled as Tyler slowly rolled by, but Katie looked away as if Tyler was a monster, ready to devour her at any moment.

Jordan gave Tyler one last thumbs up before Chef started the engine and drove the boat into the sunset. He struggled to hold back his tears, but Jordan couldn't help it. With one single drop, his guilt was washed away.

The Foxes left after a quiet wave goodbye, except for Jordan, who stayed behind to watch the sunset. He turned at the sound of rustling sand and saw Samantha standing over him with a plate of cake.

"I brought you some red-velvet cake if you want it," she cooed. "It's really good."

Jordan looked back at the neon red sun setting behind the lake.

"I know you feel bad, but you have to get back on your feet. If you and I are going to go to the end together, then you have to let it go. It's not your fault."

"I know," he sighed. "But it's sad to see someone go like this, who just saved your life."

"What happened?" Sammy asked. "You can tell me."

Jordan took his cake and told his story as the bushes rustled at the edge of the forest. "Oh no you don't you slimy dog," whispered the figure. "Just wait until the team hears about this."

Eliminated: Debbie, Justin, Tyler

Foxes of Failure: Dawn, B, Jordan, Staci, Noah, Katie

Llamas of Loserdom: Samantha, Ethan, Eva, Anne M., Brick, Sadie, Dakota.

~A/N~ Yikes, that was a long one. Sorry Tyler fans! I hope no one hates me for putting Tyler through this. It was all part of the plot. Hopefully, the plots are interesting and the OCs are written well enough to feel like actual Total Drama characters. Drop a review and fav the story if you like it so far.

Also, I've seen Pahkitew Island in Italian and its REALLY good. Even if you hated All-Stars, don't skip this season. If you want to talk about the Italian dub, send me a PM.