Yo yo yo, it's January and I... am completely bored out of my brains. Normally during this time, I would've become fried chicken from the extreme heat HOWEVER Melbourne weather is acting psycho -I'm not complaining, I am just baffled is all- and being nice to me for once, so as I am awesome and sorry for not updating this sooner HERE YOU GO! So be good chums and chumettes and read away!

And this chapter is dedicated to Elphaba818, and my dear friend Quoc HAPPY BDAYYY! :D

NOTE: VOTE THE LETTERS S OR C IN A REVIEW BECAUSE YOUR DECISION MIGHT DECIDE THE NAME OF DUNCAN'S DAUGHTER. Sorry, but I've had my first slice of pizza in three months. Something is definitely wrong with me.

Disclaimer: Yadda yadda yadda see previous chappies. WARNING - Duncan is a pottymouth once again. Just couldn't resist.

Bridgette knew that Geoff had had enough and was gonna come out with it. And this time, she wasn't going to stop that at all. For the way he had talked dirt about the girl, Duncan definitely had the right to know.

"And you still fail to notice the significance? You know why? Because dude you are stupid enough to not know that you're the baby daddy!"

Geoff calmed down from his sudden outburst. He glanced at Bridgette next to him, who in return looked grateful for him defending her, but a bit worried to how Duncan would react to have learnt the little girl in his room was his daughter.

"Whaaa?"

Whereas Duncan was speechless. Well obviously, how would you feel if you were just informed that you are a parent of a child that you have never met before, or even knew existed until now? He felt as if this was just one of those dreams he always had, which always ended with him almost finding a way to get in hold of Courtney. An idea struck him: if this was a dream, then maybe dream Geoff would throw water on his face as he always does.

Before he could tell Geoff to do such, he never could because at that moment he had fallen on the floor, falling into a sudden sleep.

SPLASH! Was the sound he had become frequented with everytime he had a dream involving his dearly beloved Courtney. Although annoyed at the fact his mohawk was drenched once again in less than two days, he coughed and spluttered, trying to regain his conscious before seeing Geoff and Bridgette staring down at him, wide-eyed and concerned. Duncan was at first confused with their looks until realising that the little girl was just a figment of his imagination.

Duncan began chuckling, startling both Geoff and Bridgette. They both gave each other a quizzical look, wondering why one minute he was angrier than the devil, and the next minute laughing like a demented buffoon.

"Oh man," Duncan began to slur, chuckling harder. "I had the most strangest and surreal dream I have ever had."

Geoff seemed confused, but nonetheless was curious to what his buddy was on about. "And what was it about? Courtney again?"

Duncan seemed very surprised that Geoff had guessed correctly in a way, but continued on. "Yes! Well no, she wasn't in my dream, but she was mentioned. Like I dreamt that Courtney is the mum of this little girl, and guess what the funny part was? I'm the father!"

The next scene the blonde couple perceived in front of them was startling to say the least, especially with a badboy like Duncan laughing harder and harder. They both glanced at each other, both thinking; he has put too much dye for that mohawk to make him act this way.

They were put out of their reverie by more laughter by Duncan, who was now clutching to his sides. "Can you believe it? Me, a father? Sure I'm irresistible here and there, but a father? And to Courtney's kid, no doubt? She looks exactly like her too, but her eyes… her eyes are… well, mine! It's like she grabbed my eyeballs and shoved them in her face, and… it's really beautiful in a way. Surreal and freaky and cool and heartbreaking and hurtful and… god Geoff, since when did you own a Barbie doll?"

The blonde duo turned their heads to see the discarded doll on the floor. "Dude, I have a real life Barbie doll next to me. Why on earth would I need a fake plastic, tiny one when I can have the real thing forever?" Geoff beamed proudly, his arm around Bridgette's waist, holding on tight.

"I'm not gonna lie, I don't know whether to be thrilled or offended by that statement," Bridgette uttered, removing Geoff's embrace off of her waist.

Geoff pouted sadly. "What did I say wrong?"

Bridgette rolled her hazel eyes, and brought her attention to the black-and-green-schemed person focusing their full immediate attention at her. She bopped down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, as if to restrain him from yelling and shouting after she told him the truth. "Duncan, about that dream you had…" she began with.

Before she could continue with her response to him, she was drawn. Drawn to his charcoal blue eyes. Courtney was right, if you really focused your attention to him; you would get caught up and lost in his eyes. She saw the questions that were flooding through them, some filled with sadness, some with anger. She didn't really know if he was reacting like he was for real, or if the news was too much for him to handle that he pretended to act like he had no child. Would she dare tell him that it was no lie? That he was indeed, a father?

Bridgette saw how Geoff had blurted out the news to him, and look how that resulted. She didn't want Duncan to react the same way after his thick head had realized this piece of information was no lie. She didn't want him to react the same way before he even found out about this news. She had seen through her own hazel eyes how he had endured life after Courtney, and she felt pity on him. He remembered seeing his orbs of vision light up whenever he was with her best friend, always observing a brighter shade of his eye colour.

Now, whenever the mocha beauty was ever mentioned in front of him, his eyes would have that familiar flash of brightness in it, but without warning would quickly fade and become hidden from behind the barriers. Much like what she was perceiving right at that moment.

Should she or shouldn't she?

Bridgette took a deep breathe and commenced what she was going to say to Duncan. "…the dream you had is… the dream is… well, at least you can have an idea what your child might look like with her," she stated, giving him a small smile.

Duncan glanced up at her, feeling heartbroken that this was just a figment of his mind playing tricks on him. Like he would, or could, ever father a child with Courtney? He hadn't seen her in almost a decade damnit. He got up, offering a hand to Bridgette to get up, her words buzzing in and out of his ears. If only it were true to believe his dream, and all his other dreams as well.

Duncan commenced to leave the eerily quiet room, not saying a word to the two blonde couple. He almost left them until he heard the last thing, which no surprise to him was from Geoff. "You know his kid with her is in his room right?"

"Next time he faints, I ain't picking him up no more. Do you know how much he weighs?"

"Are you just jealous he packs more than you?"

Scoff. "Psshh, nooo… fine. He's built like armour!"

"But you are a knight in shining armour Geoff."

"Good call Bridge."

"What a lovely sight to wake up to," Duncan affirmed loud enough for the couple to stop their making out.

"Sorry dude," Geoff apologized, heading towards his pal who was lying on the couch.

Duncan glanced around the room and tried to sit up, only to be pulled back down. There was nothing on top of him, so what the hell was keeping him put? And why the fudge was he sticky? Uh-oh… he didn't do what he thought he did, die he?

"What the fuck is on me?" he bellowed, doing his best to get the gooey stickiness off his body and clothes, although the touch of the slobbery thing grossed him out. "Geoff, that's why we have the bathroom to vomit our guts out in."

Although faint, he clearly heard Bridgette mumble, "language you punce."

"That ain't vomit. If it was, it wouldn't be that tasty," Geoff added, taking a swipe of the substance from Duncan's arm to his lips. "Yum, honey flavoured."

Duncan just gaped at his friend's actions. "Honey? Couldn't you just stick with… I don't know, anything that wasn't honey!"

"Well I needed something to stop you from fainting on me. So hopefully, this warns you not to faint on me again, otherwise it will get worse that sticky."

"How worse?"

"I'd bake a honey flavoured cake if that's the case. And I'll shove you in the oven."

"…Like that will threaten me. And I do not, repeat, do not faint!"

"Fine, say what you'll want. But I'll tell your mum…"

A mumble. "Not the parentals you cheater…" then aloud, "Dammit Geoff, you sunk my battleship."

Ignoring Geoff's cheerful smile for winning the argument, Duncan's intense blue eyes strayed towards Bridgette who was still sitting at the dining table, after he pretty much interrupted her make out session with the cheery freak next to him. Just by looking at her, he clearly remembered the conversation he had with her and Geoff about his 'dream.' Okay, so he was the one doing most of the talking, but he definitely remembered what Geoff had whispered before he passed out. He just needed to know if it was true and he didn't fake this at all. He needed to know that if that was the case, there could be a glimmer of hope for him after all.

Sure Geoff pretty much screeched the answer in his face, but that's Geoff. He could throw a carton of milk at a truck driver if he wanted to.

But yet again, he wasn't the one that got into juvie for it.

"Malibu," he commenced with, shaking slightly while stalking over towards a seat next to her. "I gotta know."

Bridgette seemed to fully understand his words, but was still unsure if she should confirm his assumptions. He already went through a lot; she didn't want to hurt him more. She did the only thing that could stall him to think over her options – keep quiet.

"I didn't dream it, because it's true? How I imagined her… she is real in the flesh, right? And she is in my room right now?"

She had to do something. Anything, just to answer him. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. To Duncan, she seemed like a fish gasping for breath. Geoff however, knew what his girlfriend was doing. He didn't want her to go through the argument he had with his buddy not long before. It was time he stepped up and confirmed everything once and for all – and hopefully not use the honey again.

A tub of honey did cost a lot anyway.

The cowboy man walked precariously towards Bridgette and the badboy, his full attention at the former. Their eyes were reading each other, mentally debating without words to the other. After hearing a sigh and a nod from his lady love, he exhaled a breath he didn't know he had held, and spoke the one word both persons in front of him were avoiding.

"Yes."

Bridgette focused her hazel eyes on the man sitting next to her. She was thrilled to say the least that she wasn't the one to break it to him again, but was anxious to see his reaction yet again. However she didn't expect to see him put his hands on his head, taking big sighs, and mumbling incoherent words. She could've sworn she saw a tear slide carefully down his cheeks, which by the colour of his skin, made him very fragile. She had to admit, she was deathly afraid of the Duncan she was peeking at now. Why isn't he yelling? Yell for gods' sake! You're Duncan, you're meant to yell!

Meanwhile, Duncan was debating the exact same thing in his mind. He had a daughter, a daughter. A daughter… with Courtney. He should feel very ecstatic that he even fathered a child since Courtney kept kicking his groin area one too many times during the dreaded Total Drama series. In fact he was, but many emotions washed inside him immediately that he had never felt before.

Including this next emotion that made him shake and tremble with tears. "God I want my mum," he muttered, his voice becoming croaky.

Bridgette gave him a sympathetic smile, scooted her chair closer and offered the badboy a hug. She expected him to be hesitant about the offer and say something about ruining his rep and pride for crying and hugging a girl, but she was speechless to see him comply with her offer. He cried on her shoulder while both she and Geoff rubbed his back and patted his shoulder respectively. However, both seemed to forget that he was still covered with honey. Bridgette seemed to not care for now, while Geoff gave a disgusted look.

"You'll do fine," Geoff said to his buddy, giving him assurance while wiping the honey from his hand onto his pants.

"I'm scared shitless," Duncan mumbled, although his words were a bit hard to comprehend at first.

Bridgette gave a tiny chuckle, her embrace on the former delinquent tightened. "So is every parent when they find out they have a child."

Duncan viewed her hazel orbs, searching for an answer with the question he would ask her next. "Why didn't she tell me? And no bullshit either. Tell me honestly."

She was waiting for this question to come about. But she felt like she shouldn't be the one to explain everything, but her. If only she would come by soon, she couldn't hide forever. Not even from the father of her daughter.

He wanted honesty, and she would give him her response. So she told him the truth. "I don't know why."

Duncan, however, was shocked to say the least. "But you're her best friend. Doesn't she tell you everything?" his voice began to raise, tears no longer falling as he stood, breaking free from Bridgette's comforting hug.

"I'm telling you the truth; she never explained to me everything. I only bumped into her a few weeks after her… your daughter was born," she explained, quickly changing her words so he wouldn't tense up. "For me to be shocked to see her was an understatement. I was very amazed to see her as a mother at nineteen! But I'm not one to judge so we both decided to have coffee, and that's when she told me bits and pieces about it."

"Like…?"

"How she wasn't married when she gave birth. I always pictured Court to have a baby after getting married and working in a successful job with a hardworking and loving husband." With that, Bridgette eyed skeptically at Duncan to observe how he was taking it in. A bit riled up and annoyed, but better that she was anticipating for.

"It doesn't actually explain why she came with you, and is here in the first place," Duncan said, waiting for her response while fetching himself a glass of water.

Might as well get this over with, she told herself. She breathed in and out, and continued on. "That's because I am her godmother."

The water Duncan had been drinking in his mouth splattered out, droplets now spread amongst the tiles.

Geoff sighed inwardly, annoyed. "I just cleaned that up," he grumbled under his breath.

Bridgette headed to Duncan, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder her hands stickier than before. "Every now and then, I fly to visit her and my goddaughter. And everytime I come, I always try to convince her to tell you that you're the child's father. She either changes the subject, calls me insane, or says you can't handle the pressure and pain. She even said once that you would most likely drop her on the head if you first found out," she added.

"Oh come on, that was one time, and I said I was sorry for dropping him. It wasn't even a baby; it was a bloody mangy puppy I dropped! An ugly one too," Duncan bellowed, raising his hands in the air, water from his glass spilling on the tiles.

"I'll get the mop," Geoff hissed, heading towards wherever the mop was kept in their household.

Bridgette peeked at the tiles. At least it wasn't the glass in his hands that fell, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Her eyes fell on the time present on her periwinkle wrist-watch. Didn't think it was that late. Better get some shut eye as I've been awake since the flight. And it's been too much to handle for Duncan, should leave him to rest for good for now.

Placing a finger under his chin and forcing him to meet her eyes, she pressed on with her speech. "Look Duncan, I promise I'll explain more in the morning. But now, I really think we both need some rest. You need more rest, you pretty much learnt a lot today."

"But I ain't," cue a yawn, "sleepy," he mumbled, his eyes opening and closing.

"Duncan, please. We all need the sleep," Bridgette uttered. She pointed to Geoff, cleaning the floor with a mop, who stifled a yawn. "We've pretty much stayed up longer until you woke up. We are much lethargic as you, and besides, you may want to be prepared for tomorrow."

Duncan's ears perked up. "Prepared for tomorrow? Should I be afraid?"

Bridgette merely picked up the abandoned doll on the floor, and motioned Duncan to follow her. He viewed back to Geoff, who was now throwing the cushions from the couch that Duncan had been sleeping on into the laundry, due to the honey still intact. With a shrug, he followed her to his room, and watched her open his bedroom door slowly.

They both briskly entered, with Duncan's eyes roaming his room to find the chocolate-coloured tuft of hair. He searched his unmade bed, even looking under the bed for a sign of those teal eyes she seemed to inherit from him. With no luck, he turned to find Bridgette picking up the girl in her arms from his beanbag couch, whatever that was in the little girl's hands placed gently on his desk and made her way out.

Bridgette deliberately stopped in front of Duncan, so he could get a very good look at his daughter in her peaceful slumber. The blonde positioned the doll in the sleeping girl's arms, which made him really consider that it resembled Lindsay very much.

The girl yawned and shuffled a little in her godmother's arms, her nose scrunching up to reveal her freckles becoming prominent, despite being in the dark room. At this, Duncan gave a miniature smile. Like mother, like daughter, he mused.

Observing this slight interaction between father and daughter, Bridgette offered him to carry his child to the guest room of his apartment, in ways of having a bit more bonding time between the two.

Duncan, however, was still scared shitless and took a few steps back. "Sorry, I just can't. Still trying to process it all in."

Bridgette had a glum expression on her visage, but understood while she exited the room. "I know, but you will have to get along with her when she is awake."

"I know," he whispered after she left, surveying his surroundings.

"Hey dude, goodnight," Geoff said to him, standing at his doorway. "I know it's a lot to deal with in one day, but you'll be a great dad, don't worry about it."

"Doubt it, but thanks," Duncan thanked his friend, who had already left.

He was about to hop in his bed until he remembered he was still covered in honey. He had to remember to pour something on Geoff in the middle of the night as payback. Groaning, he grabbed a new pair of trackies, a shirt, and headed towards the bathroom. Although before he left, he was curious as to which book his daughter was holding.

His daughter. He was still trying to sink that thought and that fact in his mind. Maybe he was putting too much hair-dye in his hair to make him take this long to realise this was one diddle that could not be undone.

Trudging sleepily to the table, he raised an eyebrow, his question still not answered while heading to the bathroom. Knowing what kind of environment Courtney was raised in, and by the way his daughter was dressing, it made him wonder why she was reading his 'Subway Art' graffiti book in the first place.

Nothing could beat a relaxing, tranquil shower, right?

Wrong.

After Duncan stepped out of the bathroom, all his worries and problems came flooding back to him. And to make matters worse, his feet was dragging him towards the guest room. He did not want to enter, but something was practically forcing him to check up on her.

He hadn't even said a word to her, and he was already concerned. Damn these paternal instincts.

Hand on the brass knob; he turned it, praying it wouldn't make a darn sound. It opened, much to his sudden relief, and he unhurriedly poked his head in the room. After finding his target snoozing quietly on the double-sized bed, another kind of emotion rushed in him, making him feel warmer that he was before.

I ain't getting mushy over some girl, even if it is my child, he practically shouted in his mind. Despite that, his teal eyes showed differently, becoming soft like pure gold.

Before he could get any softer than that, Duncan shook his head, and gradually closed her bedroom door, marching back to his own room. Annoyed that his room was albeit too silent, he found his iPod charging on his radio dock, and pressed it to shuffle, hoping the music would bring him to sleep much soon.

Eventually, sleep began to eat him, but one thought kept repeating itself in his mind – would she leave as well, just like her mother walked out in his life all those years ago?

It's a shame his rhetorical question was given a possible answer from the current song playing, "She's a little runaway."

I've always liked to see Bridgette and Duncan friendship in stories, I guess this is the best I can do for this chapter. And I have always loved Duncan and Geoff's friendship back in TDI, where the good old times began...and before everything went wrong.

OH! I need all your help, you see... I still haven't chosen a name for Duncan's love child. I know I know I know, I'm bad to the bone. I'm pretty much stuck between two names, so be good kids -yes, I called you all baby goats- and vote either the letters S or C in a review, and the letter with the most votes win and will be the name of his child in the next chapter.

Okay, might as well just be more informative here. If you like the name Stephanie, vote S, and if you like the name Charlotte, vote C. OR if you hate both names, leave in a review a girl name that can have a boy nickname.

Anyhoos, still wanna say happy birthday to Elphaba818 and Quoc, my other friend who I forgot had a bday a few days ago. HAPPY BDAY ONCE AGAIN GUYS!

P.S. - VOTE THE LETTERS S OR C IN A REVIEW. DO IT - NOW -

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