The reality of Alejandro being alive was something that Heather couldn't get enough of. However, her mind had completely slipped to the trauma that he had gone through.

Heather knew that he didn't have a good relationship with his older brother, José. So not only did he not win the competition and prove his brother wrong, but he had a year of hell.

She hadn't even considered what his year had been like. Sure, she had been officially diagnosed with depression and dealt with the pain of his "death" but nothing could truly compare to what he had gone through.

That is why she was initially shocked when she heard a quick yell from the room beside hers. She bolted up and prayed that she wouldn't hear it again, only to hear heavy breathing.

Neither Duncan or Scott would wake up screaming and gasping for air as if they had just had a panic attack. She didn't see a reason why either of them would. Her heart sunk when she realized that the only other person it could've been was Alejandro.

Heather finally got the courage to climb out of her luxurious king-sized bed, her hands trembling as she reached for the door knob. She knew there wasn't a reason to be nervous, but she thought that seeing him in this state could smash her heart to pieces. Finally, she grabbed her glasses from the counter, took her retainers out and left the girls room.

The hallways of the spa hotel were deathly silent excluding the sounds of heavy breathing. Every step felt like she was walking on sharp glass, her heart beat crashing through her ears as she found herself in front of the door to the boy's room. After taking one last deep breath, she twisted the brass knob and opened the door.

The sight truly was eerie. While two beds on the right had Duncan and Scott sleeping peacefully, the one on the right has a figure that was sitting at the edge of the bed. He clutched his body together, trembling as his body rocked back and forth slowly. It was like walking into an asylum and seeing the one patient that rocked in the corner with nothing but a hospital gown on and bruises covering their skin.

Heather finally understood why she was so nervous to see the state that Alejandro was in. He hadn't even noticed that she had opened the door, and wasn't aware of her walking towards him. She slowly crawled onto the bed and hesitated on what to do. Her hand hovered over his shoulder for a second until she finally just wrapped his arms around him. His broad body barely allowed for her fingertips to graze as she pressed her cheek to his bare back. She heard his heavy breathing sease the second that she held him.

"Please tell me this isn't a dream," Alejandro whispered, quiet enough so only she could hear.

Heather nodded,"I'm real, I promise that I'm real,"

"I've heard that too many times. I still feel too numb for this to be something real," he shook his head,"Prove it to me...that you are really Heather,"

"Your name is Alejandro Burromuerto. Your birthday is November 12th of 1994. You are nineteen. We did a lot of nasty things in the cargo hold," they both laughed,"And I love you. I love you so very much," she insisted, her grip on him still tight on him,"I'm here now, you're out of the robot suit now. Everything is going to be okay,"

Alejandro sighed, turning around and wrapping his arms around her. He was still shaking as he held onto her. Heather wasn't sure if it was from him still being on edge of from him crying, but sighed and hugged him back.

"It's all going to be okay," Heather whispered, feeling herself get emotional as she realized that if she hadn't accepted his love a year before, none of this would have happened.

The next morning, all of the villains went to breakfast together in the dining hall. The cameras wouldn't appear until 9:30 to film, so they had some time to themselves to talk strategy in private.

Heather sat beside Gwen, for once not minding the goth girl's presence. That was mainly due to her being dead silent as she stared at her stack of eight pancakes. Next to Heather was Alejandro, then Jo. Duncan sat between Jo and Scott.

"It's about time the best team started talking strategy," Jo said with an evil grin as she began rubbing her hands together,"Now that Lindsiot is gone, who do we get rid of next?"

"From the heroes, Courtney is probably the strongest," Heather crossed her arms,"And I'm still mad at her for everything on World Tour,"

"Why, because she flirted with your man?" Jo teased.

Heather rolled her eyes,"As if. She began trying to throw all the challenges just to get rid of Gwen. I mean sure, I can't stand her but she should've just let it happen. If it weren't for someone throwing a dingo at Cody and making him go crazy, then the votes would've sent Courtney off the plane,"

"How was I supposed to know that would be the thing to send my girlfriend home?" Duncan argued.

"All this fighting won't get us anywhere," Gwen stood up,"The past is in the past. Right now, we need to focus on eliminating those that will jeopardize our chances at winning challenges,"

Alejandro nodded in agreement,"Gwen is right. We may all be villains, but we are a team first,"

Heather couldn't help but be irritated by Alejandro agreeing with Gwen, but chose to ignore it,"We all seemed to be on a good idea with Courtney. Realistically, she should be a villain. She is the first of players like us that we have a chance to get rid of. It'll take a bit of manipulating, but that's what we're best at. Who else?"

"Zoey is pretty strong," Scott commented,"But her weakness is definitely Mike. The dumb necklace that he gave her with his face on it broke and she went insane,"

"Yeah, and she made it pretty far last time. If it weren't for Lightning choosing to bring Cameron to the finale, she could've actually had a shot," Jo insisted,"What about Sierra,"

"She was a wildcard in World Tour," Alejandro answered,"Her knowledge of the show and all of us makes her a threat. Plus, she would've made final three with Heather and Cody if she hadn't blown up the plane and gotten herself eliminated,"

"True," Duncan nodded,"Sierra is just enough of a psycho to win an All Star season. If there is a challenge where we have to name things that have happened on the show, all of us are screwed,"

"So the top three threats are Zoey, Courtney and Sierra," Scott listed,"But then there is Mike's multiple personalities that he can now control and Cameron's intelligence,"

Heather shrugged,"We can basically pick a name out of a hat and convince the other team of the other member doing bad things,"

"Isn't there still Sam?" Jo raised an eyebrow.

"Do you really think that Sam could win?" Scott asked with a laugh,"He shouldn't even be an All Star,"

Duncan suddenly stood up, holding his glass of orange juice in the air,"I want to propose a toast. To the villains taking over this shitty island,"

Everyone except for Alejandro stood up, holding their glasses up,"To the villains," they cheered, clinking their glasses together.

By 9:00, all the villains dispersed amongst the spa hotel. Duncan and Jo went to the living room to watch some action movie, Scott and Gwen stayed in the dining room while they waited for breakfast while Heather insisted on helping Alejandro to the masseuse. While many found her odd behavior off camera to be strange, she chose to ignore it. They didn't know what happened between them, and they never would.

"You better not hog up the masseuse," Heather teased, helping him sit on the table.

"Well the masseuse isn't going to massage me in my regular clothes," Alejandro mentioned,"My parents had a bag shipped out and it should have my speedo in it. Could you grab it for me?"

She bit her lip, then finally nodded,"Only because I don't want to carry you into your room,"

Heather left the room and made her way down the hallway. It felt different than when she walked through the halls at night in an attempt to comfort Alejandro. She remembered leaving his room at nearly four in the morning, almost scared to leave him by himself.

When she went into the boy's room, she went back towards his room and found a duffel bag beside his bed. It looked like one that was used for soccer and had a few tears in the side.

She kneeled down and began rummaging through his bag in an attempt to find things. It looked like his family had packed the bag for him.

"Deodorant, cologne," Heather muttered, reading the cologne label,"Armani Code...whatever. Clothes, clothes, more clothes, box of condo-wait,"

There was a small sticky note on the box that caused her to roll her eyes.

Alejandro,

In case you want to get frisky with Heather ;)

~José and Carlos

"Gross," she groaned, tossing it back in the bag.

Suddenly, she found several envelopes that were opened with letters inside. Heather knew that she shouldn't snoop through what his family gave him, but it wasn't going to be like Gwen where she read her diary out loud to everyone. She finally picked up one envelope that read Mi Hijo in fancy cursive and removed the piece of paper from inside it. Heather unfolded the paper and began to read.

Alejandro,

Dios mío, we thought that we lost you. If you get the chance, write back to us please. We all miss you very much back home and can't wait to see you. We'll make sure to go to your favorite restaurant when you come home. We hope that everything is going well this season and that you win this time. Te amamos mucho Alejandro.

~Mamá y Papá

Heather bit her lip, quickly folding the letter back up and shoving it into the envelope. His family had suffered over the idea that their youngest son had been killed on a reality show because of someone he showed genuine feelings for.

"What have I done," she frowned, covering her mouth in order to try and hold back her emotions. There wasn't much that could make her emotional. Her family had never written to her on the show.

There were two times that Heather could remember receiving anything from her family. The first was when she was in the final five during Total Drama Island when her parents had sent her a video message from home. However, it was pathetic. They were in the midst of a Heather Is Gone party while several movers were taking her things from her room. Her mother and father were trying to appear like they missed her, claiming that her father's golf game had gone down since she left and how her mother's spa days weren't as interesting as they were with her.

The second time was when all of Team Amazon got to have a phone call with their loved ones after winning in Greece. Heather remembered Sierra talking to her best friend and fellow fangirl, Amelia, Cody talking to his mother for a solid half an hour, Courtney calling her parents, and Gwen calling her mother and brother. Her second time getting to hear them seemed to be a bit more sincere. Her older sister, Amanda, was there during the call as well as her younger siblings and twins, Damien and Jessica. Since Jessica went to a private school closer to Toronto, the two didn't see each other often and she would only be home for a few weeks.

There were two other letters in the bag that she chose not to read. One had Mi Hermano written on the envelope while the other simply said Al. As she continued digging through the bag, there was something that she really knew she shouldn't read.

In her hand was a small, hardcover journal. There was dark red leather and a long piece of silk coming out from the top. She took one last deep breath and opened the journal.

Almost every page had neat handwriting on it, and almost every page was about her. She finally stopped when she saw the last empty page.

September 10th, 2013. That was yesterday. Heather sighed and began reading.

September 10th, 2013

It had been a year and several months. The finale was April 22nd, 23rd. I can't remember. All I know is that the finale felt like it was forever ago. But any time period feels like forever within a robot suit. I had to ask what day it was, I had lost track after May 17th. Some think that I deserve what I went through, but nobody deserves to go through that. Not for a year, a month, a day, a minute. But maybe I did deserve that. Every villain in storybooks has a tragic ending.

Maleficent was killed with a sword to the heart as a dragon. The Wicked

Witch of the West melted from a bucket of water. Alejandro Burromuerto was nearly burned to death and sealed in a robot suit for a year and a half.

If Total Drama World Tour was the storybook, I was the villain. Heather was the hero. The hero that nobody expected. The hero that I still love.

After what she did, I don't want to love her. Nobody would want to love someone after someone doing that to them. For what...for money? Fame? None of that was worth more to me than her.

She is all I can manage to think about. All this time, she has been on mind and I've crossed hers once, maybe twice if I'm lucky.

Heather's hands shook so violently that she dropped the journal, watching it land back in the duffel bag. Alejandro thought that she didn't care about him, that she hadn't thought about him. The tears that she had been holding in finally fell as she slammed the journal shut and began gripping her hair. Once she was able to calm herself down, she searched longer until she finally found his speedo.

She hadn't even known how long she was gone for, she had lost track of time. Heather looked at the clock on the bedside. 9:10. It hadn't been that long, maybe five minutes.

Once she returned to the room, he turned towards the door and watched as she walked towards him.

"Where were you, it couldn't have been that hard to find," Alejandro raised an eyebrow.

"Duncan stopped me to talk," Heather lied,"Here's your speedo,"

When the villains lost the challenge, all of their belongings were on the front steps of the rusty, old cabin. It was the same one that the Gophers had during Total Drama Island.

Heather went into the girls side of the cabin and immediately claimed the same top bunk that she had when she was sixteen. There were so many memories in that cabin. It was the same one that she found Gwen's diary in, when all the girls had a night of truth or dare and Heather somehow kissed Bridgette and Courtney and where the merge party was. The same one where she got trashed with Leshawna and the two were somehow best friends for the night.

Still engraved in the wood was HBS with a tiny heart next to it. Being in this cabin was almost comforting, it was better than the trailer and the plane.

"So, who do we vote off?" Gwen asked, approaching Heather's bunk,"I think we should send off Alejandro, he's just going to hold us back.

Heather went wide eyed, then immediately shook her head,"At least he did something today. We need to get rid of Lightning. He is the entire reason why we lost today,"

"For once, I agree with Queen Bitch," Jo mentioned, walking towards the two,"We need to get rid of Lightning while we still have the chance. One of you has to talk to the guys,"

"I'll talk to Alejandro," Heather got off of her bunk,"Gwen can go talk to her boyfriend and his best friend,"

"We need to get rid of Lightning," Heather said when she found Alejandro outside of the cabin,"Gwen is convincing Duncan and Scott to vote for him too. Jo says that he is actually a strong player and-"

"Do you still love me?" Alejandro interrupted.

"W-What?"

"I said, do you love me?" he repeated.

She stared at him for a few seconds, unsure of how to answer. She did still love him, but her feelings were a huge distraction.

"I do, but I can't," she answered, standing up,"Come on, we need to go vote soon,"

Alejandro sighed as Heather walked away, getting onto his hands and entering the boys side of the cabin.

So yeahhhh...I'm keeping up to my schedule and I'm proud of it! I hope everyone enjoys chapter 2. Leave some suggestions for either stories you want me to write or what events I should add to this.

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