Okay…I had this chapter started, but I couldn't find where it was. I'm thinking it might not have been backed up, so this is really my re-write of this chapter. Still, I've seen the finish of TOTAL DRAMA REVENGE OF THE ISLAND! I liked the finale to season 3 better. But Season four, in my opinion, is better then TDI and TDA, but not as good as TDWT.

Nevertheless, you came here to read some more Mike/Zoey. I'll give you some more Mike/Zoey. Only right here, right now *Chris style voice* On the piece of fiction called; SPLIT ATTTTRACTIONSSSS! Here we go!

-Mike's POV-Interlude between Episodes 12 and 13-Playa De Losers-

"You see anything?"

Brick shrugged, looking through the binoculars at the massive dock, He said he couldn't make out who was who, but someone was in the hurl of shame.

A sigh escaped my mouth. I had to hope that it wasn't Zoey, and that if it was Zoey, she would be okay. If she showed up like Scott did…NO! Think positive thoughts Mike! Think Positron thoughts!

B stood behind me, a stretcher beside him as he was ready to wheel away the eliminated contestant if he or she was injured. In his hands he held a telescope to watch the eliminated contestant. That was when we heard it.

WHOOMPH!

"There they go!" Brick called. "And it looks like it will be…Zoey. Sorry Mike."

"She okay?"

"She's going to fast to tell. She might totally clear the water…"

B folded up the telescope and snapped his fingers. However he guessed it was beyond me, but with sudden speed for a man so large, he powered the stretcher down between us, and positioned it at the edge of the dock, two of the front wheels hanging off the dock.

And Zoey's scream broke the air. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" With a sickening 'THUD' she landed, stomach first, on the edge of the stretcher. Her upper body folded over the stretcher, and the impact clearly knocked the wind clean out of her.

"Zoey! Are you alright?" I called, kneeling beside her.

I don't know if she said 'Mike' or if she was trying to regain her breath, but as she did, she slipped off the stretcher and fell into the water. As soon as she splashed in, Brick and I dove in to catch her.

She broke the surface instantly, and we managed to grab hold of her arms, holding her above water as she tried again to regain her breath.

"Mike!"

"Zoey, are you okay?"

"I think it's going to hurt a little bit…My luggage!"

Another 'WHOOMPH!' Sound filled the air and like a series of box-shaped grenades, they all landed on the dock except for a small bag which held earrings and some spare bracelets.

"Get me up Mike! Get me up!" Gladly complying, we helped push her up onto the dock, where B pulled her the rest of the way up.

"Is everything here? Is everything here?"

"Whoa-Whoa Zoey! Your soaking wet, your shirt is torn, and your worried about your luggage?"

"Mike is right." I looked at Brick out of the corner of my eye. "We need to get you warmed up and changed into better clothes! You'll get hypothermia out here!"

"Then Mike, will you do me a favour?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Take the luggage to your room."

"We have a room arranged for you Zoey." She looked at me with narrowed eyes, but not out of anger or intimidation. "Uh…sure. I can do that."

B led her up toward the main building while I and Brick began stacking her luggage onto the stretcher. "Wonder what's so important about her luggage?"

"I wonder what happened to her."

"That to."

-Zoey's POV-

The blow I had taken was a lot harder then I thought. There was no way I was going to be getting over that hit very easily. Everything was still kind of spinning form the hit.

Relax Zoey. Think calm, peaceful thoughts. Mike has the luggage in the room. And my bra…with the money.

My heart quickened again. All that fighting earned me Ten Thousand Dollars. One could call it a consolation prize under normal standards, but it was more then that. That was my magic ticket out of my crummy small-town. With Mike. Away from Jocks that Chris…Calm. Calm and Peaceful thoughts.

My eyelids fluttered. All day I had been working. Working hard. I needed to sleep. The thought of sleep was beckoning me. Mike was okay, and surely he would understand if I fell asleep…right?

-Dawn's POV-

"So I had to spend 11.75 on a can of hairspray rather then 10.25! Where's the justice in this world people?"

I sighed again as Anne Maria ranted on. And that was when I felt it. A tingling in the back of my head. Zoey. Something wasn't right. "Excuse me Anne Maria. I have to go." Hoping my excuse would get me away from her, and get me to Zoey, I got out of my meditation position and walked off.

"Wait! Where do you think you're going!"

"I think something…is different." NO need to freak her out, or anyone for that matter. My powers were known to have acted up before.

But my abilities had never been this deadly accurate until I got on the island.

"Nuh-uh! There ain't nothing wrong out in there!" I opened the front door, holding it open. "You want to come in with me?"

"Fine. And I'll just prove to you that there is nothing but Scott and that Shark thing in his room. That's got to be all the trouble your sensing!"

As we walked down the hallways, I put my ear up to each door, my mind lightly reaching out to touch everyone else's. Jo was sleeping peacefully, the only peace she might ever be able to find. Staci was sleeping in fragments of chaotic dream. Put my ear up next to Scott's door I heard nothing more but silence to my physical ears. But mentally I heard screams of fear and anguish. I felt a twinge of remourse for him, but forcing myself, I went on. Dakota, or 'Dakotazoid's room was calm enough, but from the sound of there mental range the were exhausted and sleeping peacefully. Then again, it was 11 at night.

"And then to add to it-MPH!"

I spun on my heels, and that's when I saw the disturbance. Zoey, wearing war-like paint, a torn bandana wrapped around her forehead, and a spear in her right hand had dropped form a vent in the ceiling, standing behind Anne Maria, her left arm wrapped around and clamped over her mouth while the right held a spear. Said spear with it's tip right against the chin of the Jersey girl's head.

"Quiet, or she gets it." The redhead remarked. I was taken aback. This wasn't like Zoey. Something was wrong…something very deep. I stepped back, raising my hands upward to show I had no weapons. While I did that, my mind stretched out inexorably to Zoey's mind. Or what should have been her mind. The result was fascinatingly terrifying.

The Zoey that I had once known and helped was buried, as if someone had taken her conscious and sealed it away while it was asleep. Something different had taken over in her brain, something more volatile. It reminded me slightly of Jo's personality, but like I said, it was more votaile.

"You're not Zoey. Who are you?"

"Actually, Zoey's not my full name." She narrowed her eyes and glared at me. "That would be Commando Zoey to you."

"What did you do to the real Zoey?"

She chuckled, and Anne Maria's eyes darted in fear. "I am the real Zoey. However, I just needed to get a tougher, thicker skin. Now, let me…"

I cut her off. I had set rules for myself a long time ago, but this was something totally wrong. 'Commando Zoey's' aura implied a desire to injure Anne Maria. And I had to stop it. Chester, Vito, Svetlana, they had never presented this kind of problem or desire, but 'Commando' Zoey did. Summoning a bit of telepathic force, I shot it across the mental expanse and sent it flying into Zoey's head.

Zoey, or at least her body, dropped the spear, and let go of the Jersey Shore girl. Anne Maria ran over beside me. "Whoa…what did you do to her?"

The redhead stumbled backwards, clasping her temples in pain. Amping it up, I pushed harder.

'Get out of HER HEAD!'

"NO!" She screamed, and she fell against the wall to her right, sliding down, and apparently falling unconscious.

Immediately running over to her, I lightly shook her shoulder, hoping to wake Zoey up and not to have caused any permanent mental damage. "Zoey? Wake up! Wake up!"

Her eyes opened, but 'Commando Zoey's' presence was still in command. Before I could respond physically or psychically, she clamped a hand around my throat and hoisted me up, up, up off the ground. That was one disadvantage of being short.

"I have no quarrels with You Dawn!"

"I-ac-Won't let u-hack! Hur- anyone."

"I don't care." She slung me sideways, and I crashed into the opposite wall, my body being rocked by the blow as I fell back down to the ground.

"Nuh-unh! No one's going commando on Me!" Despite the cloudy vision due to the hit, I saw Anne Maria whip out a pair of hair spray cans, and use them on her face.

Whatever took place after that was beyond me. I blacked out.

-Mike's POV-

A noise filled the room, and I rolled over with a start. My sleep had been fitful enough, worrying about Zoey, but this totally drained sleep from me.

"What! Who's there!"

The air vent suddenly popped open, and Zoey's unmistakable form clambered down, landing on the bed and crouching, ninja-style.

"Zoey?"

"I'm here Mike."

"Weren't you in recovery?"

"I'm fine." She crawled ontop of me and kissed me. "But I have making up to do."

"Wha-Oh. You mean that."

"Yes." She responded. I ran my hands on her cheeks, running through some type of paint stuff right before I ran my hands through her hair. However, she had a bandana in her hair for some reason, so I paid attention enough to not take that out. Our lips met again, and she pushed me down with a hurry, her hands frantic to try and pull my shirt off. This would be good…I could tell.

-Next Morning-Anne Maria's POV-

I awoke with a start. Everything around me was covered in white. Two interns, one of them short and fat while the other one, a female, was kind of tall and busty with black hair were analyzing me over.

"Oooh! Let me get to her right now! I'll show her! I'll just show her whose boss!"

"Don't do it!" Dawn's voice broke out, and looking to my side, she laid on another hospital bed, her head facing upwards.

Ugh. Nature freak again. "Why? You sure didn't do anything to help it!"

"She pierced you in the gut with a spear! You can't withstand that again!"

"Are you crazy! I understand she wanted Mike, but she got him! She didn't have to come and rub it in by trying to kill me off! LET ME OUT!" I screamed, but apparently they had chained my wrists and ankles. "Brilliant, just Brilliant! I can't even spray my poufs!"

"You would be risking internal bleeding if you got up."

"Internal, hibernal! Let me out!"

"You could die."

I shut up and stared in silence at the intern who was holding a needle to sow the skin back up. "Oh…proceed." The last thing I needed was for my body to be dead and it's hotness hidden from everyone else.

"I'm afraid that something happened. The island was poisonous. I don't know how long it would have been before it started affecting us. Maybe…It's affected Zoey like that."

Now she made no sense. "Like what?"

"I think that she has a split personality."

Silence followed.

-Zoey's POV-

I stretched like a cat. The sunlight that streamed in through the windows was extremely nice and warming.

And that was when I realized that I was in Mike's bed. Naked. Instinctively, I shot upwards, covering myself with the covers, but after that started relaxing.

I had been tired last night. Very tired. I don't remember coming into Mike's room. Wasn't I still in the infirmary?

A bird sung a song outside, and I slipped out of the bed, looking around. My luggage. The reason I had left it at Mike's room was so it would be safe from prying eyes. But this just made it more convenient. Noticing my clothes had been discarded by the bed side I made quick work of refitting myself with them. I Must have been checked out, and was so tired I just climbed in with Mike…

Then why wasn't I in my own room?

A knock sounded on the other side of the door. I only had my lower articles on, so I covered my torso with my arms quickly. "Yo Mike! Hurry up!" That was Jo's unmistakable voice.

And it seemed to snap Mike out of it. Like that his eyes were open and he was upwards in bed, looking around in confusion. "Wha?"

"Finale today. And Chris, lucky us, invited us. Now get dressed and get out here!" The sound of her footsteps tracing down the hallway faded away, and he looked at me.

"Hey Zoey…Can I have your phone number?"

Huh? He just woke up, and that was the first thing he asked?

"Sure…but didn't I already give you it?" I remarked, slipping the shirt over my head and adjusting my brazier underneath it.

"Fang went through here the other day and I lost it."

"Sure. But first, I have to show you something."

"Okay." He climbed out, grabbing a pair of pants and trying to put them on, while I opened the largest case.

In the back compartment, I had cut a hole in the leather. It was small, but enough. My hand tentatively snuck inside, and I pulled them out. 100 of those crisp 100 Dollar bills. Just enough to move me out, and nobody knew about it but Heather and I.

And now, Mike. "Let me show you a little something Mike." Turning around, I thumbed through the American currency.

"Holy…You won it?"

"No. I had to bribe someone for it."

"How!"

"It was complicated. But the money got stolen by one of the old contestants. Heather."

Mike wasn't as familiar with the old cast as I was. But it didn't matter. "This is enough Mike! This is enough for me to move away! I can move in with you!"

"Huh? We're both 16."

"Yeah…Forgot about that. Still, I can go to college and move out with this!"

"Good Lord!"

"I know! I've achieved everything I came for!"

He ran up to me and hugged me, and I felt a tear trickle down his face. He was happy! Happy for me!

Yes. Cheesy and short. But it sets up what will be the concluding final chapter of this fiction! I hope you enjoyed! REVIEW!