With Shakira's 'Hips don't lie' stuck in you head, it abnormally seems to inspire you to write fluffy stories. Which is what you are doing now. Like last time, I've not seen episode 6 yet. Anyways…Ahhhh yes. Mike's going to WAKE UP! And Anne Maria is going to be in for the SURPRISE of her life! As is Zoey. For simplicity's sake and plot continuity, can we all assume that the incident between Anne Maria and Mike from the prior chapter occurred the night of Dawn's elimination. An elimination that I think is the second worst ever, outside of Heather's TDA elimination *Grumbles*.

Now, I'm going to start a trend. As long as a cameo appearance from the old cast is used from the prior episode, I will use that old cast mate in the following chapter.

Anyways, who's ready for some more love-triangle action and development! Let's get cracking to it, because HERE WE GO!

-Total Drama Revenge of the Island-Season 4-Interlude between Episodes 5 and 6-Mike's POV-

Eyes opening. Stretch! Stretchhhh. Why in the HELL am I naked? I bolted my body upright, looking outward. Everyone was still asleep, save for Anne Maria, who's bed was still empty. Now, where are my clothes? I don't want anyone seeing me like this, naked, vulnerable, but hey, at least I'm not waking up as Vito or Chester or Svetlana.

YAWWWWNNN. I couldn't help but lay back down, It was so cozy and it seemed just a bit early. I rolled over, and my eyes, rather then closing like they should have, opened ridiculously wide. "WHAT THE HE-?" I leapt out of bad in a schizophrenic fit, landing across the room, naked again, exposed to the cold air, with my teammate Anne Maria naked in MY bed! No one woke up form me screaming, thankfully, so if I was quiet enough I might be able to reach underneath my bed and pull the suitcase out.

Vito. Drn'arvit Vito, why must you make my life hell? Frankly, I think I can guess that he took her to bed, because frankly, I sure wouldn't. Chester was to grumpy and Svetlana, with my luck, would probably take some guy to bed just to show off. This was definitely Vito's doing.

As I pulled my usual pants up, clipping it together, I could hear someone stirring on the other side of the bunk.

"Hey Mike, did you know that you change your personalities while you sleep?" Cameron interrogated. Picking up my shirt, I had to answers factually.

"No. How much of this did you see?"

"All of it. I know all about your personalities, and did you-"

GASP!

"Punk, let me tell you one thing now. When Vito makes girls love him, No one sees or they get much punching. And I mean much punching."

"Vito is very explicit with Threats." Cameron remarked as he scribbled this information down in his notebook. Vito subsequently yanked it out of his hand, and tossed it across the room. "I recommend that you leave now. Before I pump your guts full of lead fists!" He curled mike's right hand up into a fist, and Cameron nodded, jumping out of his bunk and running to get his notebook.

GASP!

"That went well." Cameron admitted as he picked his book up. "So Mike, you do realize that Vito is very explicit with threats?"

"I noticed." The remark back was, rolling my eyes.

"M.P.D. Quite an interesting disorder. You are like an open textbook!"

"I noticed." My un-interestingly remarked back, slipping my shirt on.

"What is it like, when you lose control?" I couldn't help but look at the bubble boy with curiosity. "It goes black. I can't hear anything, see anything, smell anything, touch anything, or taste anything. And it only seems to last a few seconds, and then I come back, even if come to find out it can be nearly an hour." None of the psychiatrists had asked about that.

"Interesting." Cameron scribbled one more thing down. "Do you want to break the news to Anne Maria and Zoey, or should I do it?"

"WHAT!" I yelled, then clamped my mouth shut. No one woke up, even though Jo rolled over and groaned. "What?" The now nearly in-audible whisper came out form my mouth.

"Zoey will have to find out some time."

"She knows I have a disability."

"She thinks your disability is that you lose touch with reality."

I pondered back to the memory of the elimination ceremony. That might make sense why she was still shocked and appalled when Anne Maria started hanging onto Vito yesterday. I had mis-communicated.

"If she knows, She won't accept me as me. She'll have to accept four me's!"

Cameron chuckled. "Well, what can I really say. If I tell her…"

"You will do no such thing." I firmly stated back.

"Well then, how are you going to explain sleeping beauty over there?" Cameron asked, pointing with his pinky finger at the sleeping Anne Maria, a smile etched on her face.

I was at loss for words. There was nothing, almost absolutely nothing I could do at this point. One of the girls would have to be heart broken.

"Unless you want to somehow cover Anne Maria's presence up." Cameron suggested.

"That's it! Cameron, you genius you!"

"I am?" He asked, sounding a bit shocked.

"Of course! Zoey is a much earlier riser, and if we scrunch the sheets up…" I yanked the sides up and pushed them over to the side where Anne Maria was sleeping, just enough to make her existence there mute.

"It might work." Cameron remarked back.

"Good. Now please Cameron, please, please, please! Can you not tell ANYONE!"

"Quiet, you'll wake the girls, and yes, I don't have to tell anyone."

"Good." I heaved a sigh of relief.

-Zoey's POV-One hour later-

I stepped out of the cabin, dressed and ready for another day. I would of left and gone for a morning stroll if I didn't hear a light, faintly whispered 'OW!' to my side. Whisking around, I saw someone that for a brief moment could have been mistaken for Dakota.

"Um, excuse me?"

The female looked up, black and purple splotches covering her face, arms, and the part of her leg which was pulled back and exposed. "Yes?"

"I don't remember seeing you around here."

"Bridgette." She held her hand out, and I shook it, careful not to touch any of the burn marks on it. "Oh yeah, Old cast."

"Indeed. Whoever though a demonstration would leave me like this." The blonde sighed, and then took her cotton swab, lightly pressing it against the burn on her left leg again. "Ow." She whispered, biting her tongue.

"Here, let me help you." I remarked, taking the bottle of Witch Hazel she had beside her and the bag of cotton balls. Carefully, very carefully, I poured some of the liquid onto the cotton, and then gently, lightly applied it on the leg burn. It was plainly audible the gasp that the female made, and I slowly drug the swab downward, trying to coat the second degree burns. "You should get medical attention."

"My transportation doesn't arrive for another hour and a half. And it's not exactly medical."

"Well, I'm no doctor. I can't help you very much with this."

"Thanks for what you are doing though." Bridgette remarked back. "You look a little bit…a little bit like someone I know from the old cast."

"Who?" I asked inquisitively, taking a new cotton swab and dabbing it on her left cheek.

"You have the body build of Heather."

"Heather? Yes. I remember her." For sure Zoey had watched the series at least a few times before.

"You're not mean like her or anything. Just, body build wise and all."

"I understand what you mean."

"Is there anyone here you like? Like, really like-like?" Frankly I couldn't help but look at Bridgette. Instantly the blonde began back-peddling. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have intruded on you like that."

"No, No, no. It's okay. Your curious, I know." My response was simple in that sense. "Yes. He's a teammate of mine, but I'm not sure if he returns the affection."

Bridgette raised what should have been an eyebrow, but only a section of burnt skin, which separated then and began bleeding slightly. Zoey took note of this instantly and applied some Witch Hazel there also, invoking another 'Ow' from the female.

"What do you mean, he doesn't return the affection."

"Well, he seems to have his eyes set on this other female, another teammate, and when she's hanging on him he almost ignores me. Yet every time he's with me, he is so kind, attentive to my every move."

"He hangs on your every word?"

"Yeah." I took careful care of the right cheek, which seemed to have been burned worse then the left one. "Then we have what Dawn said about 'the Mike Part's. If she understood anything at all about him, she sure didn't communicate it very well."

"I understand not understanding a guy like that."

"Really? You do now?" All I could remember was how she and Geoff, if that was his name, were constantly kissing. No mis-understanding in lip-lock language.

"Yeah. He made real awkward attempts at flirting with me at first. I was so confused on what he liked and wanted from me. However, once it was obvious enough that he was attracted, and attracted very heavily and romantically to me, I just kind of jumped in. Did everything I could with him, and by anything, I mean anything."

"Okay. But he wasn't showing off to other girls."

"Well, for a brief period of time there I thought he was flirting with Courtney or Gwen there. I realize that's pretty ridiculous sounding now, but we didn't know each other very well back then."

"I can't help you any more Bridgette." I factually remarked, changing the subject. "The damage to your skin is severe, you may even need some amount of minor skin grafting in some areas. The fact that you've gone this long without severe infection in this type of environment goes to God, if he's up there."

"Thanks for your help anyways. Do you have any bandages or clothes I can use?"

"In fact, I think that Mike may have a few of those in his suitcase."

Zoey walked in to the room, walking quickly over to Mike's bunk, and pulling out his suitcase. Unclipping the locks, she pulled out a roll of bandaging. Even if it wouldn't cover all the burns on her legs, face and arms, it might help to protect some of it.

As I stood back up, I couldn't help but notice something in Mike's bed. For a fact I knew Mike wasn't asleep, I had seen him earlier out the window. So who was this in his bed?

I gently pulled the covers back, only to see a lightly snoring… ANNE MARIA!

However I had got back outside without hurting Anne Maria or waking her, I don't know.

"What happened?"

"Mike! He slept, Slept with another girl!"

Bridgette gasped in shock. "No!"

"Yes! He did! She's still in there, sleeping peacefully, but she's naked, at least, I think she is."

"Zoey, oh, I'm so sorry,"

"Don't worry about it Bridgette." I remarked, unrolling the bandages a bit, preparing to wrap them gently over the burns on her right leg. "If that's what Mike wants, that's what he's going to get."

"You're giving up on him?" She asked, shocked.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "No. If he wants a girl by his side even when he sleeps, I'll be there."

"Huh?"

"It doesn't matter Bridgette. Let's get you bandaged up. Just try and get to a hospital as soon as you can."

-Mike's POV-

Honestly, when I saw the boat drive off with an injured Bridgette in the back seat, I turned to look at Zoey, who had bid her farewell. "What is it you wanted to see me for?"

"Can you meet me here, tonight?"

"When?"

"How about 5 minutes 'till midnight."

"That late huh? What's it for?"

"You'll have to wait."

"Zoey, you're acting very odd." That's when she leaned in and kissed me. "Mike, will you please remember?"

"Yes. Yes I will remember." She took her hand in mine, gripping it tightly, then walked off. I couldn't help but stand there, staring at her as she walked off.

"You're gushing."

"Cameron!" I whirled around, starring at him. "What are you doing here?"

The smallest Total Drama competitor climbed out of the water onto the broken section of the dock, holding a snorkel in his right hand. "I was snorkeling, it's really a cool sport, but when I came up last I heard Zoey tell you to remember something. Did you tell her?"

"Uhhh, no."

"Well, let's hope that none of your personalities screw it up." He stood upright. "If you think Anne Maria will be a problem…?"

"Why do you think?"

"Well, I might be able to take her out of your hair for whatever you need to do. Just when do you need to do it?"

"About 5 to ten minutes till midnight." His eyes got ridiculously huge.

"That late man?"

I smiled lightly. "Yeah, that late."

"Okay, Okay. I'll see what I can do about it. I think Lightning has shown some type of interest in Anne Maria, maybe I can set them up on a late night date into the woods."

"That'll work fine Cameron." I walked over toward him. "Thanks man." I smacked my hand onto his shoulder, and he fell to the ground like a stone, his virtually non-existent muscles unable to support the extra weight of my hand, making his body collapse.

-Normal POV-11:54 Pm-

Mike went scampering toward the dock of shame, looking intently, the same way Duncan had looked when he was searching for a Psycho Killer, only Mike's target was much less vicious.

"Zoey!" He called out, and as he did a tiki torch that was tied to the side of the dock lit up. IT illuminated, although pretty faintly, the surrounding dock. On the dock was a white bed sheet, a unlit candelabra sat in it's center, waiting patiently to be lit. A pair of hands, one holding a half-burnt match lit the center piece, then the right and left ones respectively. With that improved lighting, he could see more clearly Zoey as she took the dieing match in her hand and waved it out, a thin trail of smoke floating skyward. On the sheet was numerous food stuffs, and their location was truly unknown to Mike.

"A minute early…" Zoey remarked. "But I think we can work around that."

"What is this?" He asked bewildered, rounding the corner of the dock where Zoey sat cross-legged.

"Well, I figured I might as well take you out on a date of some type."

"A date? Aren't guy's supposed to ask the girls out?"

"I don't see any difference one way or another." She admitted.

-Zoey's POV-Confessional Camera-

"I'm riding on a hunch and a prayer. Maybe Mike is partially attracted to me, and I can get that part to stay forefront in his mind. I'm not sure if it will work or not, but hey, it's worth a try."

-Normal POV-

"Where did you get all of this?"

-Chris' Private lounge-

The show's host walked over to his personal refrigerator, putting the combination on the lock, and then smiled contently as it clicked and swung open. That smile of contentment faded when he saw the insides.

"oh CHHHH-EFFF! DID YOU EAT ALL OF OUR FOOD AND FORGET TO TELL ME!"

"Can't say I did." He remarked, stirring up some Vegetable stir-fry.

"Dakota?"

The Blonde ran in, saluting. "Sir, what is it?"

"You break into my fridge?"

"Can't say I did frankly. Why?"

"Then what is that running down your lip?" Chris, using his index finger, wiped the drop off of her chin, and then licked it himself. "Raspberry Jam." He chuckled. "Apparently you did."

-Dakota's POV-

"Zoey asked, I gave her the code, she gave some of his tarts. Was I to decline? The gruel that Chef usually makes is terrifying, and horrible for my figure! I needed real food so when I come back into the spotlight, I look no different then when I left it!"

-Normal POV-

"You realize what the punishment is for theft around here?"

The blonde hung her head. "Yes." Anytime she did something Chris wasn't supportive of, this happened.

"Chef, you can hold off on the Stir-Fry. Dakota's going to serve us a little appetizer." He remarked, reaching down and unclipping his jeans, freeing a slowly rising bulge. Chef smiled maliciously as he walked out also, taking his apron off.

-Mike's POV-

"I don't think it truly matters where she got it from. Let's face it, the girl is resourceful!"

-Normal POV-

Zoey was about to reach and start eating, but then Mike held his hand out, catching hers. The touch was awakening for them both. "Mike?" She asked, slightly confused though.

"We should at least say Grace."

"Grace?"

"Well." He scratched the back of his neck. "I guess you could call me a closet Christian. My family hates religion, but, well, I'm a Christian." Here he had just laid out one of his most vulnerable life spots out for her, and the redhead looked at him with a soft, caring look.

"I understand." They placed hands in each other's, and went through a short, though not ridiculously short prayer blessing God for the food *Which Dakota was paying out of her hide right now* and for the time they had together.

Well, that was concluded with shortly, and Mike held up a tray of Raspberry tarts. Taking a spare fork that was laying out, he pushed several onto her plate. Further that up with the fact that when she asked for jam, he declined, deciding to rather take it himself, and somehow knowing what she wanted, made a Cashew Butter and Jam sandwich. His gentlemanly ways truly stunned her, considering that no one at her small town had a shred of understanding manners.

It lasted some time, nearly two-thirds of an hour before either of them were finished. It would of looked extremely romantic to any onlooker, which there were none, but to them the romance seemed turned down just a twinge. Mike was worried his personalities would show up and ruin everything, Zoey was hoping that she could win him over with this.

"Missed some." The red-headed female remarked, leaning over and wiping a smear of Cashew Butter off of Mike's chin, then proceeding to lick it off of her finger. "Mmmm, Good to the last drop."

"I know, right."

Almost without warning a chilly wind blew through, and the flames on the candelabra were extinguished, leaving only the faint glow of the tiki lamp.

"Ummmmmmm." The dark haired masculine stammered.

"Oops." She remarked.

"Oops?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I didn't see that coming, so 'Oops'"

"Oops? I think we may need to work on our communication."

"Well Mike, at least we've still got the Tiki lamp. Can you stay here while I return this stuff?"

"Well, I could put it up…"

'How chivalrous' She thought. "No need. Besides, you don't even know where I got it."

-Chris' Private lounge-

Zoey slunk in, making sure first she replaced the candelabra on the stand next to the door, then slinked across the floor, totally flattening her body except for her breasts, which gave the upper portion of her back slight elevation off the ground.

"What a thief you are Dakota. You know that?"

"Chris, I didn't-aaaaaaaa-Didn't steal them."

"Stop talking, and keep sucking. How's she feeling Chef?"

"Tight as ever Chris."

Zoey pushed the door open, looking around to see where Dakota, Chef, and Chris were, hoping that none of them would see her. She caught them in her line of sight though. The door to the kitchen in this cabin was open, and Chef could be seen lacking any pants, or anything covering that area for that matter, grabbing and throttling the anal end of what must have been Dakota, who was on all fours by the look of it. The sight was not one she preferred to see, however, she was relieved she didn't have to see what she was doing to Chris, although her mind's images of what was going on weren't exactly positive either.

Thankfully though, they were all to wrapped up in their gangbang that she replaced everything Dakota had allowed her to 'barrow', and this time taking a faster approach, she sprinted out the door before anyone could here or think she was there.

-Dock of Shame-

Mike was standing, holding one of his feet down on the sheet so it wouldn't blow away with the wind that was just beginning to pick up. The iridescent conflagration of the torch made his distance perception skewed, and visibility down extremely low with all the clouds in the sky.

So when Zoey was seen running back toward him, a freaked-out look on her face, he raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Something wrong?"

Her sprint stopped at the start of the dock, where she broke into a walk, heaving rapidly to catch her breath. "I saw-Heave- Dakota-Huh."

"So?"

"Chris and Chef were getting it on with her." The look on Mike's face was extremely peeved in a negative way. "I know." Was Zoey's only answer.

"I'm disturbed at that."

"That makes two of us."

The two just stood there in silence, staring at each other while trying to push the images out of their minds.

"I wish I could stay here longer with you." Mike finally remarked, breaking the silence.

"We have the whole night."

"Huh?"

"What do you think the sheet your standing on was for?"

"Tablecloth, to keep splinters out of our food."

"It dueled as that, but I'd rather sleep out here with you."

"In the cold?" He protested. Frankly, the idea was attractive to him, and he wanted to distance himself from Anne Maria, but even this was unexpected.

"Yes. Why not? " She interrogated back.

"Well, okay. But we could at least take our shoes off?"

"Fair enough." She stated.

-Forest-

"Guys, I'm sure we're not THAT far from the camp grounds." Cameron remarked, looking through the woods."

"I shouldn't have agreed to this."

"Lightning shouldn't of agreed to this either. I could have been getting some beauty sleep, but here Lightning is with a pair of opposing team mates in the dark woods? So much for a date."

"Tell me about it." The Jersey female remarked, spraying some Grand Finale in her hair.

-Dock of Shame-

Two characters laid in uniform peace as another cold wind blew by, snuffing out the tiki torch. The male had his arm wrapped over the female, they were facing each other, eyes closed and content with their partners. Nothing sexually lewd, ridiculous, or anything had taken place between the two. But their sleep was more peaceful then it had ever been on the island, laying on a sheet while the unused half was folded back over their bodies, sheltering their warmth of honest love from the cold harsh reality.

The fluffiness. Kill me now, again. I can't believe I'm writing this stuff. Anywayssss, I'm ready and hoping desperately to watch Episode Six tonight, which I'm going to check out right after I've posted this. Review!