A/N: Yo! Second chapter comin' at you! You'll now find out which TDI characters are instrumental in the entire fanfic. And let me make this clear: this is in no way related to my Twisted Dramas series. The real sci-fi part is going to come in two more chapters, maybe even the next one! Either way, this is going to become action packed soon enough. In the meantime, enjoy some nice romance! This is chapter two. Thoughts are italicized, flashbacks are separate italicized paragraphs, and present day is regular text. Review, disclaimer is in the first chapter.

Simone Peters lived on 4040 3rd Street. She worked in UCLA's biochemistry branch, trying to come up with new medicines for life-threatening diseases. Simone Peters was also born in 1991, but she wasn't a child prodigy; just a very smart student. She had rich parents, both involved in the government. She had friends and a social life, unlike Dana Anders, and she had lived in Los Angeles for most of her life. She had previous dreams of going into law, but decided against it after a particularly heinous scandal. After graduating from university, she came back to Los Angeles to work in UCLA.

There are two things to know about Simone Peters: she was paid highly for her job, which she didn't focus on outside of UCLA, and she loved to walk. That was nearly impossible in Los Angeles, but she managed to walk through downtown anyway.

At this point in time, Christopher has long left Singapore. He first searched thoroughly in Southeast Asia, then India, then China, and was now working his way up to Japan. He had his sights set on the United States, specifically Los Angeles. Little did he know that Dana was hiding out there and nowhere in Asia.

It was Simone's 26th birthday, Saturday, February 18, 2017 (she had actually been 26 for a few weeks, her birthday was actually on February 4th). It had only been a year since she had started living in Los Angeles, and to celebrate, she decided to walk through downtown—thoroughly walk. She loved to walk, because she was Dana Anders, and therefore had a lot on her mind. She didn't want to worry too much, but it was in her personality to worry. And of course, she often lost her sense of perception when thinking about such things, and at Rodeo Drive, she was crossing the street—at the wrong time, just when a Metro bus was coming her way. A man in a crowd of people also waiting to cross (the other people were calling out to her to stop; she didn't listen) ran right into the street and pulled her out. She was saved just in time; the bus's side passed within millimeters of her face, almost scraping her nose. When she was brought back to the sidewalk, she fainted. The man felt her body go limp and just barely saved her from slamming her head on the pavement.

"Crap. I save someone, and they faint. I guess karma's still biting me in the ass after all these years." He cursed under his breath. His home wasn't too far away, so he resolved to bring her there. Why not a hospital or a free clinic? Who knows? He felt, for some reason that he HAD to bring her to his shabby apartment. That if he didn't, karma would go biting his ass some more and it might actually kill him. Not that it had come close before (which it did…about, oh, 20 times), but you never know when karma might actually complete its task. So he shrugged and took her to his place.

Surprisingly, his apartment was clean. His ex had rubbed off on him, at least, before she left him. He had never been able to find another girl quite like her, and he was still searching for her. His ex, not another girlfriend. He had given up THAT search a long time ago. But when he set her down on his bed and got a good look at her face, he almost collapsed in shock. She looks just like her. He slowly left the room to cook something for himself and left a little bit for the mysterious girl—another little nuance that had rubbed off on him from his ex.

Simone, when she came to, quietly groaned. Then, she finally summoned up enough courage to ask aloud where she was. She knew she wasn't in a hospital; otherwise, there'd be equipment and everything would be white and light blue. The room she was in was somewhat dark, and for some reason, the walls were olive green and the carpets were beige. Weird color choice. And the bed was just a normal bed—albeit light green and black—but a normal bed nevertheless. These colors don't go together at all. I wonder who's stupid enough to think of these colors.

The man had heard Simone ask where she was and immediately went back to his room, where she still was. If she didn't decide to go wandering around. She hadn't, and when Simone saw the man, she screamed.

"WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE AM I?! DID YOU RAPE ME?!" All of those questions had been on her mind, and they just erupted once she saw him. The man turned on the light in his room to get an even better look at her face. And what he saw almost made him want to turn and run. Oh, fate's a bitch. Same goes for karma. He didn't let his shock show, and decided to play it cool around Simone.

"Calm down," he smirked. "Princess."

Simone didn't know who Princess was. "That's not my name. And who are you?"

"Oh really Courtney?"

"That's not my name either. So who are you?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You're Courtney, my Princess, my ex who left me eight years ago to pursue her career in college. We met on a reality TV show called Total Drama Island and stayed together for the three seasons Chris threw at us. After that, we stayed together for a year until my bad streak started to really crease you and you just up and left."

"I don't know who she is. I don't know the reality show or who this Chris person is." Simone calmly answered, then scanned the man with her eyes. He was nothing special; black hair, light wash jeans, white tee-shirt, and barefoot since he was on carpet. What stood out most of all were his bright blue eyes—and the faint remains of piercings. "And I'm so sure that she loved a guy who had piercings and probably went to Juvie many times over."

"Read me like a book Princess."

"And stop calling me that!" She huffed. "Okay, I'll tell you my name first."

"I…wouldn't do that. I'll go first." The man sighed. I can't believe I have to tell PRINCESS, OF ALL PEOPLE, who I am. "I'm Duncan Sanders. And what you said is true: I went to Juvie and had piercings on my face. I met Courtney—you—and my life was changed. She kept me from going to Juvie, partly because she literally kept me on lockdown after the three seasons of Total Drama, and because she taught me a ton of things. Things a GIRL would do, but they managed to help me now."

"Duncan! You are so gross!" Courtney yelled when she stepped into his room.

"Aw, and here I thought you liked bad boys who don't clean their room."

"Uh...NO! SO CLEAN IT! Or…" Courtney whispered something VERY explicit into Duncan's ear. Whatever it was, it got him to clean. But his room always fell into a mess after she left, so each time, he'd have to clean his room until it just fell into habit. A habit he wasn't very proud of, but a habit.

"You'd probably be stuck in a pile of trash were it not for her teaching me how to clean, making me clean, all of that stuff. During senior year, we went to the same school and I got framed for something I didn't do. However, you tried to get me out, and failed. You failed so many times, and just gave up. You called me one day, and said you were breaking up with me."

"Duncan!" Courtney sobbed over the phone.

"What?"

"I…we…" She broke into sobs all over again. Duncan knew exactly where this was leading.

"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

"My parents…and my future…" Duncan got enraged at this point.

"DAMN THEM BOTH! Look Princess, you need to focus on now. What do you want right now?" Silence on the other line. Then a slow, quiet, and shaky response.

"I want you out of jail right now. I want you back so much, but I can't. My parents are threatening to disown me if I don't break up with you right now. So right now, I want to break up with you." Courtney didn't even give Duncan time to scream at her, because the line went dead.

"And with that, I never heard from you again—until now, because you're here in my room. After I got out of jail (when they finally found out I was innocent—it took them a year), I moved as far away from Canada as I could get: Los Angeles. I actually took up a number of jobs: one teaching job at a high school, I became a police officer for a short time, and other odd jobs that I could get. I found out after I quit my job as a police officer that I wanted to prevent kids from becoming two things: just like me (without you) and not with a police officer like I used to be. So I got into counseling at the local high school and now counsel the "bad kids" that are so abundant around here. I keep them from turning to gangs, getting out of gangs, all of that stuff. I've been there for around 5-6 years and this apartment for the seven years I've been here." Simone was in shock. Duncan obviously thought she was Courtney, his long lost love, and Simone didn't know what to say. It seemed that he had reformed himself after Courtney left him, and she thought it sweet, but it would've been better if she could see Courtney herself. But if I look just like her, how can I do that?

"Okay. I'm Simone Peters, NOT Courtney. I've lived in Los Angeles almost all of my life and I work in UCLA as a biochemist." Simone was rattling off her fake self emotionlessly. Duncan noticed.

"That's a lie and you know it. Now tell me who you really are, Courtney."

"MY NAME IS NOT COURTNEY! And why should I tell you my real name? You probably raped me for all I know."

"I didn't if it makes you feel any better. I was making food for myself."

"Where's the proof?" Duncan grabbed Simone's hand and pulled her off the bed and dragged her to his kitchen. Sure enough, there was a plate of now cold pasta on the table.

"I left a little for you, but now I'm not so sure I want to leave you any." Simone was in shock yet again. This Duncan character keeps surprising me.

"Oh…um…thank you…Duncan." I can't believe it, she even talks like her. She hasn't changed a bit since I last saw her…but she does look MUCH hotter. Simone had mocha colored skin, onyx eyes, freckles dotting her nose, brown hair that went to her mid-back, but what she was wearing was a little different from what Duncan remembered Courtney would wear. If she's even Courtney, WHICH SHE IS. Simone had a day off, so she was wearing some dark blue skinny jeans and a black tank top with a green long coat over it. Despite it being the afternoon, it was pretty cold.

"Yeah, well, I'm not the same person I was eight years ago." I've gone softer. Damnit. Duncan mentally cursed to himself some more as Simone slowly sat down and ate the cold pasta. She might as well eat it. That was mine, but I can always make more. "So, what is your name then, SIMONE?" She stopped eating.

"I…can't…tell you." She looked down to her plate, defeated.

"It's not like you're being protected by the FBI or something." She kept looking down, and Duncan took the hint. "What's your real name?"

"We're not being watched, are we?" Duncan shook his head. "I'm Dana Anders. I've been placed under the Witness Protection Program to keep myself safe and away from Christopher Maclean, my boss."

"What? Chris Maclean?"

"Yes. Do you know him?"

"Know him? I hated him. He was the host of the reality show we met on. But him? Being a biochemist? Impossible."

"Well he is. He's my boss, and he was making a deal with the Chinese to spread some sort of biochemical weapon through their toys." She continued eating Duncan's pasta, and Duncan took a seat at the table.

"This is weird. And I know you're Courtney. So don't try to lie to me just to block me out of your mind."

"FOR THE LAST TIME, MY NAME IS NOT COURTNEY!"

"Oh, I know you're her. You talk like her, you act like her, but as for the job choice…Courtney was into government and law, not so much science. But it doesn't matter. I know you're her. So if you ever get a flashback about me, give me a call." Duncan got out a small piece of paper and scribbled his name, address, and phone number on it. Simone took the paper and stuffed it into her coat pocket.

"And goodbye." Simone huffed before she turned to the door, walked out, and slammed it. Simone took a deep breath in before walking out of the apartment building and walking back home. She didn't feel like celebrating her birthday anymore.

Up in his apartment, Duncan realized that she probably didn't know her way back home. Where he lived was a pretty confusing place, so despite every fiber in his being telling him not to, he took a coat and his car keys and headed out to find Simone. As he was about to walk outside, Simone was coming inside—coincidentally—to find Duncan and ask him where the nearest bus stop was. They both bumped into each other, and while Duncan managed to stay on his two feet, Simone didn't, and she was falling down to the pavement—again. And Duncan managed to keep her from slamming her head—again.

"Wow Princess, you're becoming just like Bridgette." He chuckled as he brought her back on her two feet.

"Who's Bridgette?"

"Uh…never mind. I'm driving you home."

"NO!" Simone suddenly yelled. Duncan turned around, looking at her with an eyebrow—or brow (he still had his trademark unibrow, but the Mohawk was long gone)—quirked. "I mean…who's Bridgette?"

"Bridgette was one of your best friends from TD. You don't remember her? Hmph, you must have one serious case of amnesia Princess." He looked at her quizzically again. "I'm still taking you home." He grabbed Simone's hand (she was frozen in shock) and started to lead her out the door to his parked blue Toyota Avalon. He would've gotten a Prius (due to Courtney's influence; the car was also much cheaper than it was a decade ago), but an Avalon was cheaper still. When Simone finally regained her senses, she started arguing with Duncan.

"I'm not going! I just want to know where the nearest bus stop is so I can take the bus."

"You don't want to take the bus at this hour. It's getting dark, and there could be predators lurking about."

"You mean people like you?" Simone said, although she was unconsciously getting into the car with Duncan.

"Looks like you're gaining back some of your memory. Let's go." Duncan turned the key in the ignition and started backing out of his parking space.

"You don't even know where you're supposed to take me!"

"Well then, why don't you tell me, darling?"

"Just drop me off at the Grove. Surely you know where that is." Simone spat with disgust.

"Nope. You're telling me where you live, because I'm not going to risk you being in a hit-and-run accident."

"Fine. First Street."

"Well alright then. Was that so hard?" Yes. But at least you don't know where I really live. However, Simone got a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach as she stole glances at Duncan for the entire car ride. She soon found that she couldn't lie to him for some strange reason.

"Wait!" She suddenly blurted out as they were about five minutes into their drive.

"What is it?" Duncan breathed out, somewhat frustrated by Simone. He knew she was Courtney, but as to why she seemed to have a bad case of amnesia…that was certainly the million dollar question.

"I changed my mind. Drop me off at the Grove."

"So you don't REALLY live on First Street, do you Princess?"

"Third Street. But you don't breathe a word of this to anyone. I don't want US Marshals breathing down your neck—or mine."

"Aw, you really care for me. Considering that you only met me about five hours ago, you're placing a lot of trust in me. Sure you still don't recognize me?"

"I'm positive." Simone looked out the passenger window, at the lights of the city passing by. It was silent for the rest of the car ride; only shallow breathing and the hum of cars could be heard. Once the two arrived at the Grove, Simone told Duncan one last thing before she left. "Don't come looking for me."

"Well, do I get a goodbye kiss?" Duncan smirked for the first time in a long, long time.

"Dream on. I'm not Courtney, so don't come looking for me."

"I have every intention of doing so." Simone rolled her eyes before slamming the passenger door and melting into the crowd of people walking about. Duncan smiled to himself. Whether or not she's Courtney, she SO wants me. He drove back home to his apartment.

Meanwhile, Simone was thinking about Duncan. In fact, her thoughts about him persisted while she was walking home, getting ready to go to bed, and right through to the next day. She even looked over the sheet of paper with Duncan's address and phone number numerous times. That night, while she was having a candlelight dinner by herself, she took the small sheet of paper and held it over the candle, effectively burning it. She thought it would erase itself from her memory; on the contrary, it burned it into her mind.

For the next week, her life was a blur. The only time that everything really seemed clear was when she was thinking about Duncan. I only knew the guy for five hours, and I can't get him out of my head?! What's happening to me?! She knew the answer though—she had developed a HUGE crush on him. That Sunday night, while she was sleeping, a group of five robbers broke into her home. They went straight to her room, but somehow, they woke her up. She attempted to scream, but a hand flew to her mouth.

"Shut up and write a suicide note. We're taking you far away from here." A gun was cocked and pointed to her head, so she quickly wrote a suicide note.

I'm leaving. Don't come looking for me. –Simone Peters

She prayed that the message would somehow be decoded into a cry for help. She signed her name, taking care that a part of her signature underlined the words look, for, and me.

"Done?" She slowly nodded, tears coming to her eyes. "This will only hurt for a second." A sharp pain overcame her body, and the world went black. In her place, there was an exact replica of Simone, sprawled on the floor, blood gushing out of a gunshot wound in her head, and the gun was in her hands. One of the men shot their gun, and soon, the whole neighborhood was awake, but the five men were quicker; they were gone, speeding far, far away.

A/N: Ah, so now you know who Simone/Dana really is! Betcha didn't see that one coming! Where are the five robbers taking Simone/Dana/Courtney? And *gasp*! Duncan is a counselor for juvenile kids, and lives in LA! Will he go looking for Simone/Dana/Courtney?! You betcha! And what's up with Chris becoming a biochemist?! More TDI characters to come, more backstories to be developed, more romance and action taking place, IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Review everyone!

Damnit, that was very Chris-like.