Total Drama Reunion

AN: I apologize for taking so long with replying to some of your reviews, time is something I have little of right now and I'm trying my best, if I havent replied to you yet I promise that I will as soon as I get some free time, I've been a bit behind in my work so that eats up what I have. This chapter might be a bit short, but its setting the stage for next chapter which should be much larger. I'm still looking for 'questions from viewers' for the former contestants though so if anyone wants to have a question appear they need to post in a review or PM it too me. Not much happens here but things will heat up pretty quick, I promise. This story won't be but so long, epics tend to be difficult for me to finish so expect around ten chapters with a nice surprise at the end.

I do not own Total Drama, if I did, things would have been very different during World Tour.

"Not bad huh? And there's more to come, interviews and questions sent in by our viewers and fans from around the globe, but only here on,"

"Total"

"Drama"

"Reunion!"

"Aaaand we're clear, ten minutes before we're back on air Mister McLean!" a thin man sitting on a nearby boat called out over a bullhorn.

"Ok come on people we've only got a little time before we're back on, so I need you all to get to the old fire pit a-sap, except you Justin," Chris barked out before spitting into the lake and handing Bridgette back her daughter.

"And would someone please get me some water, I think I swallowed some of the kids puke," he added with a small shudder.

The others were surprised at his sudden change in mood, the old 'true' Chris they knew (and hated) was alive and thriving.

"Oh, and Geoff, dude, seriously, congratulations, you and Bridgette both," he added almost as an afterthought. Still the sincerity was audible, and since they currently were off air they knew it must have been genuine.

"Alright guys this way please, we're on a tight schedule here and we need to get you prepped and mic-ed before we're back on kay?" Ezekiel ordered as he moved to the front of the group and motioned towards the fire pit.

"Hey, who died and put you in charge homeschool?" Heather bristled with her infamous glare.

"Uh, no one died, not that I know of…today at least. But since Chris and Blaineley aren't here that leaves me in charge until they get back," the young man stated before snapping his fingers.

To the group's surprise, several interns rushed to the young man's side, each carrying an average sized briefcase. Taking one, the 'prairie boy' opened it and retrieved a small item that he held up to the others.

"This is you're standard wireless mic kay? Each of you will need to wear one, just clip it to your collar and press in the little bump thing on the bottom-"

"Hold it, WHY are you telling us what to do?" LeShawna demanded as the others thought the same thing.

"Well gee, I thought you guys knew, I'm Chris's CIO, so I'm like…his right hand man, didn't you guys see my name on any of his show's credits?"

Crickets chirping were the only response he got.

"Uh, I don't think I was supposed to tell you guys that yet, but…not like it matters I guess, just put on the mic's and find the stump with your name on it," he stated before pulling out a cell phone and leaving the group.

"I…didn't see that one coming," Noah admitted, just as shocked and surprised as the others. Like most people they didn't exactly watch the ending credits to a show.

Let alone watch anything Chris was part of.

"Step this way please, take your mic and find your seat. Seven minutes till we're back on live," the larger (though still smaller than Owen) intern stated as he held up his briefcase and opened it towards the former campers.

Several groans and sighs filled the air as the group did as they were told, taking one of the tiny devices before moving to the one place they had learned to actually enjoy on the Island.

"Yeah, sorry about the baby barf bra, but these things happen," Chris chuckled as an intern wiped his face with an alcohol wipe, being careful not to mess the hosts hair up in any way.

"Not to me they don't," Justin grumbled as he peeled off his shirt before two interns hit him with garden hoses to clean off the vomit.

"Well, true, but now it has, so, it does," Chris joked before studying his face in a mirror held by yet another intern. "Look at the bright side, since your shirt was ruined at least you can show off your bod, that's like, free advertising for you dude."

The vane former contestant blinked before grinning. "Never thought of it that way…"

"Yep, always got to see things from different angles, and guys make sure you hit him with a light mist when you're done cleaning him, we want to try and get that sparkle thing going for him the chicks love, it'll help boost DVD sales when this is over," Chris instructed.

The campers were only half surprised to see that Chris had 'assigned seats' waiting for them. The guy was a serious control freak, as bad or even worse than he had been before it seemed. Waiting for them were twenty four tree stumps, each with a name carved in the top. They were split into six groups of four two rows deep, almost like they had been back at the marshmallow ceremonies on TDI.

As the former contestants tried to set their mics and find their seats, one in particular was feeling rather nervous for obvious reasons.

"Ok, you can do this, it's been ten years, but you're not the same helpless geek you were back then, you can do this!" Cody coached himself as he took a deep breath and took one step forward.

Only to feel a slender yet firm hand grip him by the forearm and hold him in place.

"Don't."

Looking over his shoulder Cody frowned.

"Why? I just want to say hi to her, we were friends, there's nothing wrong with that," the former geek defended.

Shaking her head, the owner of the hand spoke softly but had enough edge to her voice that it still carried a familiar tone of authority.

"Don't, not yet. I know you've been looking forward to seeing her, but you need to trust me on this one. If you rush in you'll bumble it. Just wait for now, bide your time and I promise that you won't regret it," she instructed.

"How do you know? You're not psychic," Cody fired back not liking what his friend was implying.

"Because I know more than you when it comes to this sort of thing. Just trust me, between everyone being here and the fact that Chris is running things, I can guarantee you that something is going to happen. Wait until it does then make your move." With that she offered a small smile and left his side to find her seat.

Sighing, Cody found himself conflicted. On the one hand he wanted nothing more than to run up to Gwen and hug her after not seeing her for close to ten years. On the other hand however he remembered just how long and difficult it had been for him to get Gwen to see beyond the 'crush boy' image he had created during Total Drama Island.

Taking a deep breath, he turned slightly and headed for the other side of the fire pit in search of his seat.

"Could someone PLEASE help me with this thing," Gwen groaned as she tried to get her mic to turn on. She, like several of the others was having trouble with the tiny device; it wouldn't beep like the others had letting them know it was on.

"Here, let me," Trent offered as he took the small microphone from her hand and pressed the underside down until it made an audible 'beep'.

"How'd you do that?" she asked, puzzled at how she had done the same thing without it working.

The musician chuckled.

"Sometimes these things can be fickle, I've had to deal with worse before though, they just take a little getting use to is all," he explained before attaching the device to the former goth's collar.

"Wait, is that a-"

Many things were still swarming through her mind at the moment, her rent being close to the top next to annoyance and a touch of joy at seeing several of her old friends again, but now she only felt a pang of ache coursing through her as her eyes now had a clear view of the gold band around Trent's ring finger.

"There you go, now we just need to find our seats….Gwen?"

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she nodded before replying.

"Hopefully this won't take too long, but knowing Chris he'll milk it for everything its worth," she stated dryly.

Trent chuckled and smiled. "Probably right, but at least it's only for one day and not eight weeks," he pointed out as the two tried to find their individual seats, err, stumps.

Long ago Courtney had learned the universal truth that the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.

Duncan still had his eyes on Gwen, Gwen was still fawning over Trent, Cody was still head over heels for Gwen, and Sierra was still watching Cody like a hawk. Ten years had changed nothing.

Clenching her hands into fists she briskly moved through the crowd of people, those she had called 'friends' the ones she had had come to hate, and the one who had opened her eyes to the world.

Then let her fall off its end like a broken toy.

"Pull yourself together, you're not the lonely little naive girl you were back then, you've moved on!" she lied to herself as she continued searching for her assigned stump.

Heather chuckled to herself as she quickly took note of the seating arrangements. It was obvious that Chris was up to his old tricks again, but for once she wasn't too concerned about them.

She was the former nemesis, the 'old' antagonist of Total Drama. Her reputation was and would forever be known, but her infamy had lost its intensity thanks to the likes of Justin, Courtney, Gwen, Duncan and Alejandro. Even though she was the original bad girl and the 'ultimate enemy' of the series she knew for a fact that there wasn't a single person present that would be 'gunning for her' other than Chris looking for an easy crack or two.

Not that she was going to let him have them.

"Just a few hours and I'll be out of here. For once I can just sit back and watch the others pick each other apart piece by piece," she thought to herself with a grin as a familiar face moved by her.

"Courtney, how nice to see you again, how's life been treating you?" she asked as her former teammate ignored her in favor of finding her seat.

"Oh yes, this old game again," Heather realized as she watched the young woman take her seat silently. Observation had always been her strongest skill, and she knew it was paying off in spades right now. Little escaped her notice, and she had seen more than enough to insure she could deflect any trouble that might come her way to the C.I.T. if she needed to.

Izzy frowned at what she had just seen. It was true that she had never exactly been friends with many of the people who made up the 'true' Total Drama cast as fans had come to calling them, but she come to like and respect many of them. Cody in particular had caught her eye since he in all honesty had few if any things going for him, yet had managed to make it remarkably far during the World Tour.

He wasn't the smartest, the strongest, the slyest or the most resourceful. He had luck worst than DJ and was injured more often than Tyler. Despite that however he never let anything hold him back other than his own doubts and fears.

So it was more than just a little concerning to see him speaking so familiarly with the dark haired young woman she had seen leaving his side.

"She's good, I doubt anyone else even saw them talking, she kept Cody between her and the others the entire time," Izzy thought with a frown.

"But why would she of all people act like that around him?" the redhead pondered. She had seen the way her hand held his arm, firm yet not in a way that was rude or controlling. It had almost been like she was warning him of something, like a mother stopping a young child from running across a busy street.

The other thing she had noticed was the way her other hand had held onto him, it was a sign of comfort, familiarity, one of trust. It was obvious that the two were more than just former comrades from the series, that they shared something.

That alone was surprising as the woman currently searching for her seat was one of the few Izzy herself had ever chalked up as being hopeless when dealing with others.

"I guess it's true what they say, time really can change everyone," she thought silently as she saw the woman find her seat and adopt the annoyed expression of disdain she had been wearing since arriving.

"Anyone seen my seat? I can't find it?" Owen asked aloud with a frown as he searched around his old 'spot' thinking Chris had arranged them as they used to sit on the show.

"It's over there Big O, you're on the front row!" Izzy shouted as she pointed towards the opposite side of the fire pit.

"Really, that's odd, wonder why he put me on the front," the giant thought out loud. He wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but he knew enough that it was going to cause trouble.

Sure enough, it didn't take him more than three seconds to find it and realize just what was going to happen.

"Oooh, that's not good," he whispered to himself. His seat was the first from the right in the second section on the front row…

In front of where Courtney was currently sitting.

Laughing nervously, the giant gulped. "Uh, Courtney, just to let you know, my seat is in front of yours…"

The young woman leveled him with an aggravated glare but only shrugged her shoulders as a response.

Taking his seat, the former champion studied the stumps next to his trying to figure out the pattern. To his right he could see Justin's name carved on the stump, to his left was Duncan's and Heather already sitting. He could see Trent, Cody and Harold already filling in the rest of the stumps in Justin's section.

"Hey look Tyler, our seats are together!" Lindsay cheered as she pointed to two of the stumps on the front row of the third section.

"Ugh, whatever just don't start making out until after I leave," Heather groaned from her seat to Lindsay's right.

"Yeah, that's our thing right Bridge?" Geoff asked as he, Bridgette and Christina (in Bridgette's arms) took the remaining two seats on the front row of the third section.

"WHY am I back here with little Miss C.I.T?" Eva growled.

"Probably so the camera won't see you, same with Courtney. Chris arranged it so only the people that didn't cause him grief are in the front apparently," Noah pointed out as he took the seat between Eva and Courtney.

Courtney ignored the ongoing conversation and grated her teeth when Duncan took his seat between Owen and Heather.

"At least you don't have to worry about anyone running a knife through your back," the delinquent muttered as he tried to ignore the icy glare of his ex. She was sitting behind him, but he could still feel her eyes drilling through the back of his skull.

"Don't be so sure of that," Noah whispered to himself as Alejandro took his spot next to the muscle bound woman.

"Looks like I get my favorite view of my little Ginger Snap," LeShawna teased as she took the stump with her name carved into the top.

Katie and Sadie giggled as they joined her in the row behind the former Drama Brothers group.

"Looks like I'm over here too…this is going to be a tight squeeze," DJ stated as he surveyed the close row of stumps between LeShawna, Katie, Sadie and himself.

"Beth, Serria! You're back here with me!" Izzy shouted and waved at the tall purplenette and short brunette as they moved towards the back corner of the seats.

"Why am I all the way in the back? I was the runner up for season two!" Beth complained as she took the stump next to Serria's.

"They probably have us seated in order of fan favoritism," Serria grumbled before amending, "aside from Courtney and Izzy, the fans loved them but Chris didn't."

"Alright, fans love Izzy still, whohoo!" the redhead cheered.

"I just hope Chris didn't…"

Seeing the one remaining stump next to Heather, she sighed.

"He did," she whispered as Gwen took the final stump by her old arch rival, and clearly in the line of fire from Courtney.

"Hey bra, looks like I get to chill back here with the girls eh?" Ezekiel grinned as he grabbed the stump beside Beth, causing the trio of girls to groan.

"Two minutes to air!" one of the interns called out as several additional cameramen moved into various positions.

"Hold on, we're almost ready, Justin go grab the stump by Harold," the former host ordered as he moved to stand next to the Drama Brothers group.

The tanned young man was giving his patented smile as he strode across the fire pit to the open stump. As before, many of the women were wearing dopy smiles and blushing.

They couldn't help it, the shining smile, the bulging muscles, and the way his skin seemed to sparkle were like an all powerful chick magnet. All he needed was a pair of fangs or long shaggy hair and he would have been something straight from a cheesy romance novel.

"WAIT!"

Chris's eyes squinted in annoyance as several of the others snorted or groaned while Blaineley moved in next to Chris and pushed her hair back before plastering her usual (fake) smile.

"Great so the two fossils are here, guess that means we can start this train wreck now," Heather commented with a small knowing grin.

Blaineley growled but before she could fire her retort there was a bullhorn cry.

"Five, four, three, two, one, and we're on!" what seemed to be the head intern called out as the red lights above the camera's blinked on.

"Welcome back to Total Drama Reunion!" Chris stared before Blaineley cut in.

"I'm your host Blaineley," not one to be outdone, Chris stepped in.

"And we're here now to interview our little group of misfits and convicts."

"Hey those charges were dropped, GOSH!"

The Drama Brothers, as well as those closest to the nerd leaned away ever so slightly before Chris continued.

"We're going to be starting with a special group, and no I don't mean the former champions, I mean another special group, one that has touched many of your souls and hearts with their albums."

"At least they did before splitting up and going their separate ways, utterly failing at finding even a shred of success, aside from Justin McGorgeous," Blaineley cut back in.

"So tell us, what happened to the Drama Brothers? Why did you let such an obvious and easy meal ticket go down the drain like that?" the faux blond asked grinning.

Clearing his throat, Trent, Harold and Cody each nodded before casting a glare at Justin.

"The truth is," Trent started before taking a deep breath.

End chapter two

AN: Yeah, I'm evil I know lol, but I needed some kind of insurance that I would get you guys and gals to come back for chapter three didn't I? As for who was talking to Cody, yes it was on purpose that I didn't give away the persons name, its one of the subplots going on here. Things have been pretty busy lately, but I'm starting to get back into the groove of writing, and I hope to get back to my other fics soon, I have ideas for them and a few new ones too, but I'm never going to abandon any of the ones I have started if I can help it.

Still, as I said in the first AN, I'm looking for questions to the characters from you guys, I don't want to make this all me since Total Drama has always been quite a bit part of its fan base in how things went. Hope this wasn't too bad, let me know what you thought of it, liked it, hated it, what was wrong and what was right, it helps me improve for future chapters.

Till next time, Ja Ne!