You probably think I forgot about this….:P Well, I guess you can kind of say that I did. See, the thing with me is that I can go crazy updating something, but other times I can let it sit for months. That has just happened my dears. But I am here to revive this. The good thing about this is that it isn't really a story that follows a plot, just a bunch of drabbles. So there is nothing you have to look back on and refresh your memory with.

Disclaimer: Shall we go through this again? I own nothing.

Summary: Courtney finds comfort in an interesting way, and in an interesting person in preparation for the talent show.

Pairing: DuncanxCourtney…obviously. ;)

Yes. I am writing my long awaited drabble on probably the most popular and overused pairing for TDI. Oh well. You DxC fans better enjoy. Cause I am no pro at writing this pairing. Also, this chapter is a request from Aravi Velez. It is a cool idea, and I look forward to writing this chapter for you! Thanks for the request!

Also, put requests in your review if you want. Or PM me. They're always open.

That was SUPER long. My apologies. Here we go.

So when Chris announced that today's challenge was a talent show, I knew I would be pretty much useless. I'm a man made up of no talent I guess you could say. Well, I could carve skulls into trees, but really. Would Captain Courtney really approve of that?

I just pretty much chose to just sit there, not doing much while we searched for whatever little bits of talent we had on our team. The Wonder Twins' dancing was a fail, and so was Tyler's yo-yoing. At least DJ could sort of dance, and Geoff had some skill in skateboarding.

But the best talent on our team was probably Courtney's violin playing. Sure, it was a pretty retarded instrument, but at least it was something.

I sighed and sat back, relaxing while Harold went up to show his dweeb skills.

We needed more talent. Badly.

"Dude, there's no way Bridgette can stand on her hands for twenty minutes!" I whispered to Geoff, who was too mesmerized by her looks to even notice that he had put in his next two dinner coupons.

The guys had a bet that Bridgette wouldn't be able to stand on her hands for twenty minutes, even though she claimed she could. Come on, it was nearly impossible! Nevertheless, I chipped in five bucks.

Bridgette got on her hands as her legs flew up in the air. She wobbled a bit at first, but straightened out after a few seconds. But then she started heading for Courtney, who was practicing her violin. The surfer began tripping on the cords, starting to become unbalanced. The cords then broke apart, and the light fixture came tumbling down on Courtney's head, shattering her violin.

"You….you killed my violin!" Courtney shouted at Bridgette, through her sobs.

The surfer sighed.

"I didn't mean to!" she protested. "There must be something we can do!"

Bridgette then took the violin from Courtney's arms, and tried shoving it back together. In return, it smashed into several pieces.

Courtney then let out a wail, as she ran backstage, her face covered in tears. Not knowing I was there, she sat down, and began sobbing.

"Courtney?" I asked, trying not to sound too loud.

Courtney flinched at my presence. She noticed me, then stood up, ready to run away. She got about two steps before I grabbed her arm, and pulled her back.

"Duncan, let go of me!" she protested through clenched teeth.

I then smiled.

"Why should I let go of you?" I asked.

"Because…..I want to be alone! You don't understand!" she cried.

I tightened my grip on Courtney's arm, and pulled her back to where she was sitting before. I sat her down and tried to comfort her.

"If I leave you alone, then you'll just keep crying."

"So?" she yelled, still crying. I could tell by the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I don't think Bridgette meant for it to happen," I told her quietly, changing the subject.

Courtney sighed.

"That violin belonged to my grandmother. Do you know how important she was to me?"

If the violin belonged to her grandma, and was special to her, why did she bring it to camp? But of course, I didn't say that out loud. I didn't want to upset her anymore.

"It's not that big of a deal. It can probably be fixed," I shrugged.

"Fixed? Do you know how old this violin is? It's almost as old as my mother!" Courtney shouted, as she began crying again.

I sat down beside her, putting my arm around her shoulder. I then looked into her tear filled eyes, and answered her finally.

"We'll fix it," I told her.

What are you saying Duncan? How are you going to fix that? It's ruined!

"Really!" Courtney shouted, obviously not buying it. Glad I wasn't the only one. But I knew I would figure something out. I had to.

"Just get back to talent show directing," I told her sternly.

"What?" She shouted. "But my violin…." She trailed off.

I took the broken instrument in my hands.

"Just go. I can handle the violin!" I growled.

Courtney almost looked scared as I walked away with the violin in my hands. She then tiptoed away, back towards the others.

I turned around, and walked in the other direction, towards the cabin. I had some work to do.

9 hours and hundreds of splinters later, I walked up the steps of the girl's cabin. I peeked inside to see that they were all asleep, and I thought better then waking them. I had planned for them to be asleep.

With the note attached, I placed Courtney's fixed violin on the cabin steps, hoping that it wouldn't rain tonight.

I sighed. If anyone found out that I had a passion for music, let alone a passion for Courtney, my friends at home would never let me hear the end of it.

So Duncan does have a heart. And maybe he was a little OOC. But oh well. I wouldn't mind meeting this Duncan. xD

Thanks for reading guys! A new update will definitely come much sooner!

~Lauren