Let's head to the spa hotel. Thanks for reviewing, Elizabeth Life Stone, queenoftrouble and Bloodylilcorpse.

I seriously considered skinny dipping in the hot tub, but decided against. Yeah, back when Duncan and I were only fifteen and dating, we'd taken each other's virginity, but we'd only just started dating again. I wasn't ready to do it again yet, and I definitely wasn't going to do it with cameras around, in a hot tub that other people would use later on.

That didn't stop us from making out in the hot tub, though. It was pretty fun.
"Back when we were at Playa Des Losers or the Aftermath studio – yeah, we stayed at a resort nearby – Geoff and Bridgette spent every spare minute they had doing this." Duncan laughed. "Unless it was nighttime, and believe me, I don't wanna know what they were doing then. I tried to get Gwen to do it with me when I got voted off World Tour and before we were sent to Hawaii – Bridgette wasn't around – she was in Siberia or something, I think. But Gwen wouldn't do it, because she was too worried about what other people would think of her, especially Courtney." He grinned. "Despite Courtney being uptight, I bet I could've talked her into it, but still, who cares about them? You're much more fun."

I grinned back. "Get ready, guy. Bet I can get you begging for release before the night is out."

"Bet I get you that far before I do." Duncan shot back.

But although things got doubly steamy in the hot tub, before I went up to the bedroom were were going to share to continue our...uh...session, I found out something interesting – the camera room, where Chris got all the footage for Total Drama, and I caught sight of a DVD titled "Mal's Greatest Hits".

I put the DVD in, and suddenly, I was bombarded with images of Mal. He was breaking Sam's Gameguy. He was about to crush Sierra's SmartPhone, but she opened one eye, so he put it back down. He was tripping Cameron. He was showing several votes of Cameron, whistling the whole time. He was changing the controls on the spinner. He was sabotaging the boats...the list goes on. I even saw him in the blue harvest moon challenge, tripping Cameron again so he fell down a hill, and then trying to knock Zoey out with a bough (Luckily, Sierra called out to him before he could do anything). The way he smiled, the way he laughed was all so familiar to me, yet...worse. When we were fourteen, Mal had been...intimidating, to say the least. But now we were older, and "terrifying" didn't even begin to cover it.

At that moment, the cameras were on Mal, and I saw what he was doing. "Time to plant some evidence." he said, his real voice ringing clear. He put the votes under a top bunk pillow. "Alejandro, how could you?" he mocked.

I rolled my eyes. No way was he getting away with that! I was only wearing a bathrobe, a bra, and panties, but I went out anyway, and luckily, I found Alejandro quickly. "I found the camera room, Mal, I mean, Mike, framed you for rigging the votes tonight, they're under your pillow, go put them somewhere else!" I babbled.

Alejandro missed a beat, taking in my jumbled speech, and nodded. "Thank you for telling me, Bailey. But what did you mean, 'Mal'?" he asked.

I gave a sigh. "It's one of Mike's alternate personalities. He's evil and manipulative, a hundred times worse than someone like you. There's a DVD called 'Mal's Greatest Hits' in the camera room, showing all the stuff he's been doing this season."

Alejadnro gave another nod. "I think you should make a copy of it and leave it somewhere else in the hotel so you can expose him soon." I agreed, and then ran back to the spa hotel, took the DVD, hid it, and sped back up to the bedroom Duncan and I had decided on.

Duncan was waiting for me, wearing nothing but boxers. "What took you so long?" he demanded.

"Sorry, I got a little...sidetracked." I admitted. "I found the room where the cameras are and I had to do something to make sure Mal doesn't commit any more sabotage like he did when he got Cameron kicked off. Anyway," I said more seductively, slipping off the robe, "Can't we just have fun now?"

Duncan's blue eyes went wide. "You know," he said, placing one hand behind my head and the other on the small of my back, "You're a lot prettier than I remember, Diamond. And more grown up, of course."
"I could say the same for you." I teased as he leant in to kiss me.

I wouldn't explain everything we said and did that night before falling asleep in each other's arms. Trust me, it's not romantic. Once we'd gotten each other off only with our hands, we decided that was enough for such a stressful night and went to sleep.

I wasn't in the mood in the least when I woke up, due to my horrific nightmare. Yes, I'd had one. This one was worse than the one I had before, and just like that one, Zoey was in it. It took place in the same room, but in this one, Mal ordered himself to be serviced by both myself and Zoey. When I refused to do anything, he made me watch him reduce Zoey to begging for his touch, reminding me how I used to do that. "You needed it, just as she does, don't you, Red?" he'd said, and Zoey had nodded, her face becoming the same colour as her hair as she admitted it.

Then Mal had dragged me to that place he'd threatened in the other dream – the icebox. He'd told me that if I cooperated when he let me out at the end of the day, he'd make Zoey "reward" me, and that was where the dream cut off, but I knew what he meant.

Duncan woke me by trying to French kiss me the minute I was awake, pushing his tongue in. "Stop it." I muttered.

"C'mon, Diamond, you didn't have a problem with this yesterday morning." mumbled Duncan, slipping his hands under my pyjama top.
"I said stop!" I snapped, slapping his hands away. "I'm not in the mood this morning. I had a highly disturbing nightmare, and making out is going to make me feel worse!"

I got out of the bed and started gathering my stuff to go and shower.

Before I turned around, I heard Duncan speak. "Look, I'm sorry." he said haltingly. I knew he had trouble with showing his true feelings. "I didn't know you had a nightmare, okay? I'm not going to force you into stuff."

I paused, trying to work out how to respond. I wasn't mad, not really, but I just wasn't sure what to say. Finally, I said "Oh, who cares? Come here, you lug. I still love you, and I'll always love you, even though you can be an insensitive jerk...almost all of the time." I gave him a big hug. "I'm gonna go shower, and if we have time after that, I might feel better about it."

As it was, we were right in the middle of a makeout session after breakfast, when Chef's voice blared through the speakers, calling everyone to the spa hotel, and funnily enough, he led us into the camera room.

"Where's Chris?" I asked.

"Just hush up! You'll see in a minute!" snapped Chef. He switched on a screen, and on it appeared an image of Chris, with a table holding a cake and other party food, with a candle reading 100.

The image of Chris on the screen blew a party horn. "Welcome to Episode 100 of Total Drama!" he exclaimed. "To celebrate, I have an extra-special one-hundredth episode challenge!" As he spoke, I saw a dark figure near the table, but Chris didn't notice. "I hope no one is allergic to rhinoceroses, or fire, or poison.." He continued as the figure, red-eyed and feral, was right beside Chris.

"Look out!" we all started yelling. But the stupid host wouldn't even listen to us.

He scowled out of the screen. "Please don't interrupt. I'm-" And then, the homeschooled creep turned feral freak Ezekiel kidnapped Chris. And Chef, who had just taken a gulp of coffee, accidentally did a spit take and sprayed it all over the monitors, and all of them stopped working. Chef turned to us.

"New challenge!" he bellowed. "Find Chris!"

Well, either we found Chris, or the show ended on this episode. So we accepted the challenge, as long as the winner got permanent residence in the spa hotel, immunity and got to choose who went to Boney Island.

Chef stayed in the camera room to try to get things working again, while the rest of us went out to the mines. Zeke was living there last season, so Zoey suggested that he'd taken Chris there, too.

We went out, with torches in our hands. "Huh, looks like it's still sealed up." Mal commented in an almost perfect "Mike" voice.

I paused. "There's got to be another way in." I decided.

I looked around at who I could team up with. Duncan and I were still alliance buddies, so we were already working together. Suddenly, Sierra came running up. "Can I team up with you guys?" she asked. "I don't have a friend to work with since Cameron left, and I really don't want to have to work with Scott or Alejandro – and Mike and Zoey have each other and I don't want to interrupt them, but I know you guys."

I frowned. "What do you mean, you know me, Sierra? We never met before this season!"

"I know I haven't talked to you before, but I want to know you!" Sierra said earnestly. "Please let me team up with you!"

I looked at Duncan. He shrugged. "Your call."

I studied Sierra. She was a little crazy, and a bit too bubbly for my taste. But she was strong and athletic, and very loyal. She could be a lot of help.

Finally, I smiled. "C'mon, let's find a way in."

Sierra gave a squeal and pulled both of us into a quick hug before looking for a way into the mines. We found a cave with a small opening and looked in there first.

We were wandering aimlessly for some time, until, suddenly, Sierra gave a squeal of "Look out!" and pulled me to the side, and Duncan had disappeared, although we heard him call out.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Zeke got him!" Sierra said, her voice even more shrill than usual with shock. "He's trying to pick us all off, one by one! I bet we'll hear other screams later on!"

It was true. I recognized Zoey, and then Scott, screaming faintly.

As the two of us walked, we chatted about game strategy and random stuff. "So where are you with Cody right now?" I asked. "Last season, you said he was a BFF and more than a friend. Anything further?"

Sierra gave a sigh. "Not yet." she admitted sadly. "But I'm trying to make that change, and no matter what, I know Cody's rooting for me every step of the way on this show! We still hang out a lot, and as long as I don't push for anything more, we have fun." She smiled hopefully. "I know Coderra will happen eventually!"

I raised an eyebrow. "You call you and Cody in a relationship 'Coderra'? Like how you called Gwen and Duncan 'Gwuncan'?"

Sierra gave a grin. "You know what my new favourite ship is? I'm still not sure whether to call it Duncley or Baican...hmmm...Bailan?"

I couldn't help grinning. "You ship me and Duncan? Really?"

"You two make such an adorable couple!" Sierra gushed. "You even look perfect. You have the same scowls, nose piercings, similar hair – you just need some neon green and you guys would look like the best couple in ANY reality show ever!"

We heard Mal and Alejandro getting caught, too (I was glad Sierra was with me – if I'd run into Mal in the mines and I was alone...). As we walked along, we passed a river, and then streamers.

"I think we're close." I whispered.

"HELLLLP!" Chris' voice screamed.

The two of us ran onto the scene, to see the other competitors in a cage, Chris tied upside down, hanging over a vat of acid, and Chef in front of us with his pasta gun.

"Okay, you untie Chris, and I'll fight Zeke." I whispered to Sierra. I leapt on the mutated freak, just as he got hold of Chef's gun. It soon clattered to the ground, and I tried hard to pin the little guy down, trying to smash his head on the ground, again and again. I knew it would hurt, but we would never get out of here while he was conscious. But he was strong, trying to overpower me, and I was badly bruised once we got out of there.

"Get out the way, quick!" Sierra called, and I jumped off Zeke, just as she grabbed the pasta gun and aimed, hitting him dead centre. She got Chris down, and the rest of the contestants cheered.

Sierra was given the win, since she was the one to rescue Chris and deliver the final blow. I'd already made a request to her of who to send to Boney Island.

Chris was in a good mood when it got to the campfire ceremony, announcing that Sierra won. "She saved all of us, but most importantly, she saved me. So I'll honour the deal Chef made. The spa hotel is yours, Sierra. Who's heading for exile on Boney Island?"

I glanced at Sierra. She nodded and said "I'm sorry about this but...Mike." I think that surprised everyone, but when I looked at Duncan, he nodded. We both knew why I'd asked Sierra to exile him. We had someone else to vote off.

Chris looked at the votes before Mal left for exile. "I've tabulated the votes." he said, "And tonight's loser is.." he showed us one of the votes. "Alejandro."

Alejandro's expression didn't change. "I'm afraid that I won't be leaving tonight." he said smoothly, and pulled out...

The immunity idol. "I've got immunity."

Chris grinned. "Well, let's see, the person with the second most amount of votes is..." He paused. It could be any one of us. Finally, Chris told us.

"...Duncan."

I gasped. Duncan gave a sigh and stood up. "Sure. Get me outta here." He gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered into my ear "Knock 'em dead, Diamond – you can win this thing."

"You're not getting a penny of my million no matter what, though." I teased. "See you on the mainland."

Despite Duncan being gone, it was still a good night. My only roommate in the cabin was Zoey, since Sierra was in the hotel, and it was nice to talk to her.

"Have you thought about what I told you a few days ago?" I asked her.

"I know he's been weird lately, but I think Mike's back in control." Zoey said confidently.

I sighed. "Zoey, you're only seeing what you want to see. There was a DVD in the hotel of Mal. He did all those things in the first five episodes, but it showed him sabotaging the boats in that challenge, and the way he won that fight challenge against me – he was Mal then, I could tell. I don't know, but I think Mike's trapped in his own mind again, and Mal's in total control."

Zoey gasped. "No! That...that can't be true! I even tried testing him when I put myself in danger during the boat race. He came back and saved me!"

I shook my head. "Of course he saved you, Zoey. He doesn't want you dead. No, if my dreams are correct, he wants you as a plaything. That's what he wanted me for, and I'm pretty sure he wants you for the same reasons. You're way too valuable to be thrown away – at least, that's what Mal would say."

Zoey didn't want to believe me, I could tell, but my words caused her to doubt her own resolve.

So that's the 100th episode! Tune in next time! BTW, I think I should explain. A lot of people think Zoey not figuring Mal out was sheer stupidity. I think the reason she didn't figure it out was because she didn't want to believe that a psychopath was controlling every move her boyfriend made. It's not that she didn't know something was wrong, it's that she pretended not to notice because she didn't want it to be true. Anyone else agree that that explanation is more consistent to Zoey's personality?

Next chapter: The Obsta-Kill course, Alejandro asking Bailey more about Mal, and Bailey's own fears being confirmed.