Woot! I finally update :D I had so much fun on my mission trip. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :3

Last Chapter's Translations!

"Ah sheid ah'm nod daad!"- "I said I'm not dead!""Wud ur yew dalging abood? Dad'z drugger dalg, fweag!"- "What are you talking about? That's trucker talk, freak!""Mi gato esta hecho de orina! Me gusta poner en mi ropa interior panqueques!"- My cat is made of urine! I like putting pancakes in my underwear!"

Don't ask about the Spanish ones. I tried to make them as WTF as possible XD But congrats to all of you who guessed. Most of you were either right or very close!

Don't try guessing what Grace is saying this chapter, though. Please don't, cuz even I don't know. Seriously, I just typed random letters. XD

Read, review, and enjoy, peeps!

Trent rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes as he walked out of the medical tent. He needed to get out of the tent for a few seconds, since he had been in there for hours. Not to mention the fact that it was bursting at the seams with sick or injured contestants, making it crowded and uncomfortable. He was surprised to see Gwen walking toward the tent, since she seemed like she'd want to avoid gross, sick people.

She smiled when she saw him. "Hey there. How's Grace doing?"

"She's hanging in there." Trent rubbed his neck and said, "Actually, she's getting over it pretty quick. Chef says she'll be up and going by tonight at the latest." He looked down at his feet sadly. "I just hope one of us doesn't get voted off tonight."

"Worry not. The other team lost… again." She offered him a small grin, which he slowly returned. "More importantly, how are you doing?"

Her boyfriend cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"This whole fiasco couldn't have been easy on you. You must have been worried sick."

"Oh, you have no idea…" He sat down on a large rock nearby and Gwen took a seat next to him.

"I think I do. If something like that happened to Zack, I wouldn't even know what I'd do… Go with him or stay behind so I wouldn't have to see him in so much pain…" She grinned and placed her hand over the one he had placed on her knee. "But you knew exactly what you wanted to do. You wanted to be there, by her side." She leaned into his side comfortably. "You're such a nice, caring person, Trent."

"Thanks…" Trent grinned and mumbled, "I wish I could say the same for you…"

Gwen shoved him off the boulder and he landed with an 'Oof!" You could tell by her expression that she had only been kidding. Grinning, she shook her head. "Trent, Trent, Trent… You should know by now not to mess with me."

*T*S*R*

Selena sat down on the grass near the mess hall and tenderly placed a bandage on her sister's foot, covering the wound. "Wow, I honestly can't believe you didn't even cry when you stepped on that crab's snapper, but you threw a screaming tantrum on your last dare. You seriously couldn't have just eaten one piece of broccoli?"

She cocked an eyebrow at Zoey, who guiltily grinned.

Just then, Courtney walked up to the sisters. She wanted to check on Zoey to see if her foot was okay, but was really hoping that she could do it when Selena left. The two hadn't spoken since Selena's little outburst, and Courtney couldn't help but resent her for it. "Is your foot better, Zoey?"

The little girl nodded happily.

Courtney grinned, then gave Selena her attention when she stood up and cleared her throat. "Um… Courtney, I've kind of been wanting to tell you something. Since, you know, what happened yesterday."

The former CIT raised an eyebrow at this. "Really?"

"I knew it!" Courtney exclaimed victoriously. "I knew it had to be some misunderstanding. Seriously, someone… who doesn't like me?" She laughed and continued, "I scoff at the thought!"

"Yeah, so about what I told you…" Selena's nervous face turned serious and she said, "I meant every word I said."

Courtney's eyes widened, but was surprisingly silent. "Are… are you kidding me?"

"…No."

"Okay, okay, wait a minute…" She grasped her forehead, as if she was developing headache from just trying to fathom the idea. "Are you saying that you don't like me?"

"Well, I'd probably use a stronger word, like 'hate'," the blonde air-quoted 'hate' and kept going, "But, yeah, that's pretty much exactly what I'm saying. Sheesh, I thought you were supposed to be all smart or something…"

Courtney glared at her, fists clenched, trying to contain herself from saying something she was going to regret saying in front of the camera. Zoey was hiding behind her own hands, as if that would make them and their arguing disappear.

"I mean, I pretended to like you just so Dunk wouldn't get mad at me," Selena shrugged, still not looking the least bit guilty for the things she was saying. "But now that it's all out in the open, hey, why try to keep falsifying things, right?"

"My gosh…" She continued to glare at her. "You look so sweet on the outside… Most of the time you even act like it… I don't think I've ever really seen this terrible side of you."

Selena shrugged again. "What can I say? I only show it to people who I really dislike." With that, she turned on her heels and walked off without another word.

"Man, I really hate letting my inner cow out…" Selena sighed, slumping. "But Courtney seriously gets on my nerves, with 'CIT' this, and 'CIT' that." She threw her hands in the air and yelled, "We get it already, ya broken record!"

Courtney, who didn't even know what to do next, felt a small amount of weight added to her lower legs. She looked down, seeing Zoey clinging to her legs.

Zoey looked up at her with her big, green eyes and said, "I still like you…"

Though it didn't really help to make anything better, Courtney couldn't help but smile. At least one of my boyfriend's sisters likes me…

*T*S*R*

Duncan, who had been thanking DJ and Geoff for their help, even though Zack didn't go through with his insane challenge, was now sitting on stump in a secluded place by the bonfire pit. He was widdling away at a broken branch that he had found nearby, just to do something with his hands while thinking. "Maybe I should just let the little twerp off with a warning…" He mused to himself. He shook his head and smirked. "Nah, messing with him is waaaay too much fun, anyway…"

Duncan couldn't help but notice LeShawna and Marilee, who must have been on their way to the bonfire ceremony that was to take place in a few minutes. Looking around, he was surprised that he hadn't even noticed that night had fallen. He dropped his super sharp stick, put his switchblade away and tried to figure out what the two girls were talking about.

LeShawna looked very concerned, trying to reach out to something on the blonde's face. Marilee gently kept her hand away, trying to calm her down by saying something. LeShawna seemed resistant to what she was saying at first, but shrugged and waved as she walked toward the lit ceremony, where the others had already arrived.

Marilee stayed behind, fiddling with the thing on her face that Duncan still couldn't identify. He finally just walked up to her and spun her around, making her squeal in embarrassment.

Duncan took one look and then laughed at what was on the right side of her face; an eye patch.

He scoffed and asked, "What's with the eye patch, Captain Hooker?"

Marilee's uncovered eye narrowed and she was about to insult him back, but knew she couldn't avoid his question without looking like she was hiding something bad. "Um… I…"

"C'mon, Marilee," Marilee encouraged herself, trying to place the tip of the pen in her hand on the slip of paper on her lap. "Just vote Keith off. He cost us the challenge! There's no reason to keep him on! Write his name down now!" Her writing hand flew up and away from the paper completely, so she grabbed her wrist with her other hand and tried dragging it down. "Do it, do it, do it!"

No matter how hardly she forced her hand down, it wouldn't stay down. She couldn't bring herself to vote Keith off. Finally, her left hand lost all it's strength and released her right wrist, making it launch her arm back up and poke herself in the eye with the pen. Marilee dropped the pen, screamed in pain and slapped both hands over her poked peeper. "MY EYE!"

"Well, uh…" She knew she couldn't confess why she was struggling so much, for she knew that Duncan would think it meant she liked Keith too much to vote him off. But that so wasn't why! At least that's what she kept trying to tell herself… "Uh… Uh…" She finally just scrunched her face up, spat, "What's up with your face being so ugly?" and stormed over to the ceremony.

She couldn't even hear Duncan's sarcastic "Ooooh, good one!" as she ran off.

*T*S*R*

Once Marilee had taken her seat and Chris and Chef had shown up with the plate of marshmallows, the ceremony had officially begun. "Well, well, well." The host smirked at the losers in front of him. "You guys again." He shrugged. "You know what they say, third time's the charm!" Nobody bothered to respond to that, mainly because they were all way to tired to come up with something. "Today was pretty fun, huh?" Still no response. "I'm sure it wasn't too fun for Chef, though." He patted the muscular cook's shoulder and said, "He's had more patients today than he had all of last season!" He just laughed and shrugged. "Oh, well. That's what he's getting paid for!"

"What're you babblin' about?" Chef angrily asked. "I haven't even gotten my paycheck from last year yet! Where's my money at?"

"Um… uh…" Chris looked around nervously, trying to find a distraction. "Look, raccoons!" He pointed to a small family of fluffy raccoons, who were happily playing with each other under a clump of oak trees.

Chef's anger melted and he grinned. "Oh, boy! Tomorrow's dinner!" He ran off to catch the critters, who had scampered away when they saw the scary chef coming.

Chris turned around, and when her saw the camper's frightened faces, he held up his hands and reassured, "He's just kidding, folks! We'd never be able to get away with serving you guys raccoon…" He frowned and grumbled, "Those jerks at PETA would be all over my butt about it…" He shrugged. "Anyways… I'd like to congratulate you all for putting your best effort into your horrifying tasks. It's not like you all are to blame for your wimpiness… Blame your parents. It's probably genetic."

LeShawna, having all she could take of Chris' insults, jumped up out of her seat and yelled, "Just get on with it, McClean!"

"Okay, sheesh!" He grabbed the tray and mumbled, "Somebody's snappy today…" In a louder tone, he told her, "Well, this will make you feel better. You get the first marshmallow." He tossed her the fluffy treat. "And, since I so extremely hate separating families," He couldn't help but giggle at the falseness of that statement, "The next marshmallow goes to Jovie." He tossed her a marshmallow, too.

"DJ, you did pretty well. Can't blame you for backing out of your last challenge. And Geoff didn't do half bad, either. That's why you're both safe." Chris threw them their marshmallows, which they happily caught in their mouths.

"Izzy, even though you barely participated at all and only furthered the number of injured people on this island, you're safe, along with your brothers." He tossed Herbie, Xavier and Izzy some gooey invincibility. Izzy giddily crammed hers in her mouth.

"Yippie!" She yelled, her mouth still full.

"Patchy the Pirate gets one, too." He laughed and Marilee angrily got up to claim her marshmallow, only to cram it into one of the host's nostrils and storm back over to her seat. Embarrassed, Chris turned around so the camera couldn't see him digging the treat out of his nose while the campers laughed at his misfortune.

Once his nose was clear, he turned back around, cleared his throat like nothing had happened, and grabbed the last remaining marshmallow. "Jamal, Keith… we're down to the final marshmallow."

Jamal had been severely injured by Eva and the bear, his entire body covered in nasty scrapes, which were poorly bandaged by Nurse Chef. His left arm was sprained and placed in a sling. He even had a few wasp stings scattered here and there. The worst part was that he probably could have handled Eva and the bear if it hadn't been for the wasp scaring him too stiff to move. Still, he looked as confident as ever, even though the shiner Duncan had given him was still as swollen and purple as it was the second he had received it.

Keith, on the other hand, looked very nervous. If it wasn't for him, their team could have actually had a chance at winning. Maybe a few burns and smelling like raw meat for a few days wouldn't have been that bad…

"Jamal, you wimped out on a seemingly easy challenge and showed everybody your weenie side. Not so tough now, huh?

"And Keith, you, being the last remaining contestant in the challenge, let your entire team down by chickening out. Not to mention the fact that I had to cook our steaks and burned them to a crisp…"

"Dude, would you want to be a human cabob?" Keith angrily asked.

Chris didn't respond. He just held the marshmallow up, right as the dramatic music started playing.

"To be honest," DJ began, "The only reason I really wanted Jamal to stay was because he's tough and brave. Now that I've seen that he's not only a jerk, but kind of a wimp to boot, what's the point?" He looked away from the camera, ashamed. "I still feel bad for voting off my own brother, though…"

"If you ask me, Keith's to blame for us losin'. That's why I voted for him," LeShawna confessed. "If that scrawny little chicken wing would have just toughed it out, we could have had a chance of winning! Candace would have lost eventually. White girl doesn't even look like she could lift a corn dog! And Duncan ain't quite as tough as he lets on, so he would have probably gone down with her." She crossed her arms. "Later, skater…"

"I don't blame Keith one bit for backing out," Jovie told the camera. "Being a vegetarian, I'm actually pretty glad he didn't do it. I just hope the others don't resent him for it."

Marilee adjusted her eye patch and sighed. "I wanted to vote off Keith, but I had some… um… complications." She shrugged and said, "So I just voted for the first person that came to mind. Not saying who, though."

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Jamal's confident smile disappeared, while Keith cheered as Chris tossed him his invincibility. "Wha… What?"

"You heard me, man. Time to walk the Dock of Shame." Chris pointed to the dock nonchalantly.

"You can't be serious!" He furiously stood up and glared at his former teammates. "You scrawny little weaklings have the nerve to vote me off?"

"Um…" LeShawna, unimpressed with his fury, crossed her arms and nodded. "Hecks yeah."

"Fine!" He stomped his foot childishly, whimpering because of it hurt the cut on his big toe. "Good luck without me!" He angrily stalked off toward the Dock of Shame without another word.

*T*S*R*

After Gwen had gone to dinner and the rest of the injured campers had left the tent, Trent went back in the infirmary tent to check on his sister again. It had been a couple of hours since she had explosively vomited, something Trent was very relieved about. He was down to his last clean shirt. She was still slightly blue and most of her speech came out in either gurgles or babbles, but she was at least feeling better.

"Can you stand up yet?" he asked her. He remembered how long it had taken him before he could even get on his feet. Maybe she would be able to get back up quicker than he could, since she had already recovered pretty quickly.

"Gla goopy firchkun!" Grace confidently babbled. Grabbing onto his arm for support, she shakily stood up. She let go of his arm, actually standing steadily.

"See, there you go!" he cheered.

Almost immediately after saying that, her knees started wobbling and she fell flat on her back.

Trent sighed. "Oh, well. At least it's progress."

"Trey?" somebody behind him called out. Trent looked from side to side. Nobody was in the tent except him and Grace, especially not anyone named Trey. He knew who it was before he even turned around. "Yeah, Lindsay?"

Lindsay was lingering by the opening of the tent, looking almost afraid to approach either of them. "I-Is she okay?"

Trent looked back at Grace, who was still on her back and struggling to grab her pillow. "She'll be fine in a few hours. At least that's what Chef said…"

"Well," the blonde rubbed her arm nervously. "Marisol told me what my sushi did to Gertie. The boat off the island is about to leave, and I just… I…" She started crying and flung herself onto Trent, sobbing into his chest. "I'm so, sooooooo sorry I hurt her! I'm such a terrible cook!"

"Well, yeah, that last part is true…" Trent pulled her off of him and patted her shoulder comfortingly. "But don't feel bad or anything. I was fine, and Grace will be fine, too. Just… don't choose a culinary career, alright?" He gave her a warm smile, one that she returned.

"O-Okay…" she wiped away her tears and looked behind her. "Well, I guess I'd better get going. Chef has to get Jafar to Playa de Losers soon…" She waved at both siblings and said, "Bye, Treat! Get well soon, Grape!" Afterwards, she walked out of the tent and toward the Dock of Shame.

It was silent for a moment, until Trent asked, "Did… Did she just call us 'Treat' and 'Grape'?"

Grace, who had finally gotten back up and had propped her pillow in front of her so she could sit upright, gurgled "Blap frooglin zazzizazz," in response.

He nodded, like he actually understood what on earth she was saying. "Yeah… Yeah, I think she did…"

Grace shook her head at Lindsay's stupidity and commented, "Magga zooger jaggerby pokie…"

Trent's expression turned serious and he said, "Grace, you know you're not supposed to use that kind of language."

Grace pouted, slammed her tiny fists on the pillow and argued, "Glab piggelz zunk grattin bup!"

Trent looked behind his back to make sure Lindsay was gone. She was, so he told her, "I don't care if she is one…"

*T*S*R*

DJ, who still felt he still owed his brother a little bit of loyalty, waved at him and everyone else as Chef, who finally gave up on his raccoon chase, pulled the boat away from the dock with Lindsay, Eva and Jamal riding. Lindsay giddily waved back, Eva ignored him and Jamal gave him a not-so-brotherly hand gesture.

DJ sadly sighed. He knew Jamal was beyond mad at the team, including him. He was never a huge fan of his brother, but it's not like he enjoyed knowing that he hated him now…

The muscular sweetheart sat down on the grass, watching the boat speed away. He could hear somebody sit down next to him. When he turned, it turned out to be Heather. "Hi, DJ. You okay?"

"Yeah…" He laid down, looking up at the twinkling stars. "It's just…" He looked at her and asked, "Am I a terrible person for voting my own brother off?"

"No, of course not," she reassured, lying down next to him. "No offence, but he was a real jerk…"

"Yeah, I guess…" He sighed again. "But it's all said and done, right?"

Heather nodded in agreement. "Might as well move on and just focus on the rest of the game."

"I guess you're right…"

"Don't worry about it, Deej. You're too nice of a guy sometimes, you know that?" She playfully smirked, and he couldn't help but grin.

"Maybe I am…" DJ yawned and stretched sleepily. "I'm gonna hit the hay. It's been a long day…" He stood up, giving Heather one last wave. "'Night, Heather."

"Good night, DJ." As DJ walked away, she continued to look up at the stars.

When DJ reached the Rabid Wolves cabin, he found Geoff sitting on the steps and also looking up at the night sky. He appeared to be deep in thought, though he was instantly snapped out of it when DJ said, "Hey, man. You thinking about Bridge again?"

Geoff nodded. "Haven't stopped thinking about her. What are you doing out here?"

DJ shrugged. "Just talking to someone."

Geoff stood up, looking him in the eyes questioningly. "You mean Heather?"

He flinched at his friend's seriousness. Was this the same Geoff who claimed to have streaked across his school with whipped cream over his privates? "Um… yeah. Is there a problem with that?"

"No, no," Geoff sat back down and DJ joined him. "Just be careful what you say around her, dude. Chicks can hurt, man." He looked down at his feet. "You start to trust them, spend so much time with them…" His frown deepened. "Tell them you love them after every single make out session…" DJ looked confused as Geoff related his situation more to his own. Geoff's face scrunched up sadly, he sadly yelled, "Why, Bridgette, why?" and stared bawling, burying his face into DJ's strong shoulder.

"Um…" DJ slowly patted Geoff's shoulder as he continued to sob. "There, there?" He pried the glum party boy off of him, pulled him to his feet, and guided him toward their door. "You need to get some rest, bro. Your brain's all wacked out…"

As the two walked into their cabin, they barely even noticed that Keith, Herbie, and Xavier weren't in there with them. They were still at the campfire pit, along with two female teammates…

You all knew I would take advantage of Lindsay being here. If you didn't, you don't know me at all.

BTW, by Marisol, she meant Marilee. XP And let's just say Grace called Lindsay something along the lines of dumbass. I don't want my reviews filled with bad words cuz you guys want to guess… XD

What will happen next chapter? What will the next challenge be? Why are five of the Rabid Wolves still at the campfire pit? Will Grace ever be able to walk? Will the Rabid Wolves ever win? Why am I asking you all these questions? Find out in the next e4xciting chapter of TOTAL SIBLING RIVALRY!