Chapter Two: Waiting makes the Trip Shorter

"But…you…I thought we…" Bridgette trailed off her lazy green eyes wide with a mixture of shock and sorrow. The rest of The Killer Finders and The Screaming Trekkers were similarly taken back. Chris McClain rubbed his hands together with a delighted grin on his face.

"Nothing personal Bridge, but it's just a game. And as any good host knows both future and current, the ratings are what makes or breaks a show. And another double elimination by Moi?! Chris, my Man you've out done yourself!"

"Oh think nothing of it my little protégé. Eliminating BOTH your Girlfriend AND hottie Lindsay on your Birthday? Oh man!!! Forget about the roof! The ratings went right through the stratosphere with that one!"

Chris laughed heartedly before wiping a tear from his eye and offering the party animal a proud smile. "Nice work there…nice work." Just as quickly the host's smile turned sadistic again as he turned his attention on the blonde duo.

"Lindsay…Bridgette. To The Bridge of Shame! After cake and ice cream of course! Hope you guys like Strawberry!" With that the TDW host left for the Tent Café. Geoff waved cheerfully at the host before turning his attention back to Bridgette.

The pony tailed blonde would have fallen over had it not been for LeShawna. The sister gently placed her back upright and rubbed her shoulders in a comforting manner. The sassy sister glared daggers at the party boy while the surfer girl fought back tears.

"Awww cheer up Babe! This doesn't really change anything…I mean you are still an uber babe even though you aren't that hot, but those make out sessions?! Ho Ho!! They more then make up for it!"

Bridgette had seen the signs during the Aftermath Show. Despite her best attempts, slowly but surely her boyfriend was being corrupted by the glamour life. It had taken a full scale couple spat in front of a studio audience and countless viewers to stop the poison.

Geoff had even promised to never let something as dumb as a TV show come between them every again. And she had stupidly believed him. Even when he showed up to the newest Total Drama wearing a pink ascot, a figure hugging white top and matching black jeans, she had believed.

That finally callous comment was the last straw. With a feral cry, she lunged forward tackling the surprised Birthday Boy. Through the curtain of tears she let her fists fly. The rage flowing through her body controlled her actions.

All too soon she was pulled away from the blonde male by strong yet gentle hands. "WE'RE THROUGH!!!!" Bridgette yelled out blindly to the air before burying her head in the person's arms.

Through the hum of boat leaving, to the feel of her feet hitting the dock, she clutched the unknown person tightly. Her jumbled emotions unaware of anything but the tapping from Lindsay's cowboy boots and the rolling sound from her luggage.

Vaguely she heard a ding as well as the sound of doors sliding open. She also heard the sounds of people chatting excitedly in the lobby though they quickly died off. "Bridgette! Are you okay?"

Recognizing the voice belonging to Harold she gradually removed herself from the strong arms and flung herself in the direction of the nerd. Landing in awkward arms she proceeded to vent out all her anger and sorrow.

Had she been more aware she would have noticed the arms holding her tight were very comfortable. Almost like the person holding her was wearing a thick jacket or a sweater. Also the person's hands trembled slightly.

Bridgette lost track of time as she rapidly spoke, as she unleashed a tidal wave of emotional anguish. The person holding her didn't speak, but the gentle pressure around her body conveyed his actions for him.

All too soon the feeling changed. With a cry of surprise, the surfer girl was lifted up off the ground and cradled in someone's arms. On reflex she flung her arms around the person's head and she smiled weakly. "A little warning would have been nice."

"Soory eh." Bridgette's body instantly tensed and her eyes shot open. There was only one person from the show who had that thick of an accent. "Feeling better eh?" Ezekiel asked as he continued to walk through the lobby.

The calm yet gentle voice of the sexist made her eyes widen even more. Hesitantly she nodded. "Where are you taking me? The surfer girl whimpered. In response, the prairie boy turned down a short corridor that led to the hotel entrance.

Outside the clear doors slid open as Tyler raced by cheering loudly while holding a happy Lindsay in his arms. Noah followed slowly after them with a stunned look of disbelief on his face.

Bridgette let out a yawn and opened tired green eyes. At the sight of her surroundings her eyes flew open with shock for a few seconds before she relaxed remembering the events several hours ago.

Next to her Noah offered her a real smile. "I know. From heartbreak, to hotel to soon being ship bound…and all without the loving kindness of our host being provided. It's either a dream or an Izzy intoxicated nightmare."

The surfer girl shook her head in amazement. "I still can't believe they won a radio contest let alone one of the BIG ones. And that they would take everyone with them. I mean the contest was for 5 right?"

"Four people and one guardian. Or show guardian which is why Chef is here." Gwen spoke up across the aisle. "As for how…once Lindsay found out about the cruise she called her Dad and he did the rest."

The goth gestured to the blonde and her boyfriend watching the overhead movie a few rows ahead of them. Tyler was grinning as he held the gasping blonde tight while across the way Chef and Harold sat cheering at the action on the screen.

"So thousands of miles away from Heather and Chris and we're going on a cruise to the Bahamas." Gwen let out a happy sigh as she sank back into her seat. Bridgette smiled back, but her smile turned to confusion when she noticed something.

"Wait a minute…where are Ezekiel and Izzy?"

YEAH!!! RIGHT IN THE COOKING POT!!!" Izzy cheered happily from Ezekiel's lap. The prairie boy smiled at the red head's enthusiasm before cringing as another monster lunged at the hero on the screen in front of him.

After it had been apparent that Izzy was not going to take being up in a plane lightly, Ezekiel had come up with a silent solution. After a talk in Spanish to the lady at the airport check in, he had managed to secure a single seat in First Class as well as a belt extension.

Izzy's venomous protests were ended when the prairie boy sat back into the plush seat and gestured to the screen. "We can watch scary moovies here eh." That did it. With a fierce leap, the crazy girl landed on Ezekiel's lap and the seat belt was secured around them.

The flight attendants at first were not happy with that arrangement. Izzy raised an eyebrow before grinning wickedly. "Mile High Club, Hijack or My Zeke keeping planeophobic Izzy calm. Your choice!"

Izzy's happy glee ended when horror scene in front of her faded to black. Seconds later the wild red head started to panic. Expecting the reaction Ezekiel clung onto the struggling female as she fought to run away.

Vaguely he was aware of the announcement on the radio that the plane was landing shortly, as he tried desperately to keep Izzy calm.

"GANGWAY!!! EZZY AND THE OTHER CONTEST WINNERS...AND GUESTS…HECK!! COMING THROUGH!!!" Izzy bellowed out happily as she raced into the large grey building dragging a wide eyed prairie boy behind her.

Chef Hatchet grinned at the chaos caused by the pair as Izzy with the terrified brunet in tow jumped right through the DO NOT ENTER section and right up to the counter ignoring the many complaints from the people in line.

The large male chuckled lowly as he and the rest of the group made there way to the counter as well. The protests in line grew louder, but one glare from the burly male silenced the lot. Smirking, Chef turned his attention back to the counter.

"Before you stand 8 teenagers and myself. We are from the hit show Total Drama Wilderness. And if you watch the show you will recognize a few of the more UNSTABLE cast members are present."

Chef grinned toothily gesturing to his charges that are no longer by his side. Izzy is now trying to climb up a large ship replica in the corner with Ezekiel, Harold and Bridgette attempting to stop her, Tyler and Lindsay are making out, Gwen is rolling her eyes and Noah is reading a book.

The cook grinned again at the dumbfounded woman. "And this is only 8 of 22." Chef Hatchet said before turning his head to face his charges. "YOU MAGGOTS GET YOUR BUTTS OVER HERE AND CHECK IN BEFORE I LOSE MY PATIENCE!!!"

The yell from Chef Hatchet's voice echoed throughout the whole building silencing again the complaints of those in line and quickly bringing back the wayward teens. Noah rolled his eyes as he passed the employee a stack of paper.

"Lucky for you most of us already did the online paperwork. You can thank us by getting us on board and getting a straight jacket for Izzy." The tanned male drawled rolling his eyes again at his companions. Izzy stuck her tongue out in response.

Much to the lady's relief the paperwork for the unruly group was fairly simple. The moment she handed over the necessary materials the red headed girl had let out a wild battle cry before dashing for the open doors.

Open mouthed, both employees and fellow cruisers watched as Izzy swung her way up to the top of the escalator using the end of the Welcome Banner. Ezekiel promptly let out a yelp and raced after the red head.

Gwen on the other hand shrugged. "Just accept it as being an Izzy thing. You'll sleep better at night." The Goth advised the other passengers before following the rest of her group at a leisurely pace.

Imagi's Ramblings: Well that's two! And in a fast rate too. :D Hope you like Necro! :D

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