Duncan X Heather

Heather hated him. With his green Mohawk, his punk attitude, his terrible dress sense, and his piercings, they were the worst, ruining his features. It was bad enough she hated him, but he kept hitting on her, and she enjoyed it! She enjoyed being wanted, and not by that jerk Alejandro, he didn't deserve her. It was after the island was blown up that she first truly talked to him.

She was sitting on the beach, across the lake where she was watching the fart-balloons float down, as they carried the other contestants with them. She sat with her legs pointed towards the sinking island, and her eyes were surprisingly welling up. She thought Alejandro loved her, that self-centred jerk…

It was at this moment that a certain balloon carrying a certain punk collapsed behind her. He cut open the balloon with the new penknife he fashioned in jail. Duncan left the balloon gagging, and staring at the island as it fell into ruin.

Heather felt for him. The balloons filled with Owen's gas were horrible, and he lands without knowing what happened? Harsh… But even after the shock of floating away and then seeing the island sink, he still managed to be his obnoxious self, "Hey beautiful!" She turned to him and scowled.

Duncan held his palms up in defence, "Whoa, whoa! No need to get feisty." She rolled her eyes and went back to watching the hell-hole known as Wawanakwa sink. "Wow…" Duncan said, as he noticed Wawanakwa lying in ruins, "What did he do now?"

Heather smiled slightly, "Long story." Duncan just shrugged, and sat down next to her, a bit too close for her liking. She moved slightly away from him and moved her knees up to her chest, and hugged them.

Duncan looked across at her, "So… Who won?"

Heather looked back, "Mike, I think. Could've been Mal. No one knows exactly…"

Duncan looked straight into her eyes, making her blush slightly, "What happened with you and Al?"

She looked away, "I don't want to talk about that jerk…" Duncan once again shrugged, and lay back, letting the waves hit his sneakers. Heather looked at him angrily, "This is the point where you ask why I don't want to talk."

Duncan had had experience with women, he knew what this meant. He sighed, "Fine, why don't you want to talk about it?"

Heather looked down, "We were together for about an hour, and then we broke up because he wanted the money more than he wanted me…"

Duncan looked at her, as she lowered her head into her knees. He sighed, as the once beautiful and confident little Queen-bee he knew crumbled under the thumb of that manipulating bastard Alejandro. He could just punch him in the face! "You don't need him Heather; you're way too good for him."

Heather looked up at the rebel and for the first time saw a person she could like, and she smiled, "Yeah, I guess you're right Duncan. That was very sweet of you." Heather smiled deviously, knowing that would anger him.

Duncan's eye twitched at the thought of him being sweet, but he managed not to get angry, or at least he didn't show it. She was very disappointed at this, but wouldn't give up making him angry. She leaned in towards him, and put one arm behind his back, making him leap upwards, "Whoa! Heather, you've just gotten out of a relationship, don't fling yourself into one straight away!"

Heather laughed aloud, "No, it's fine, I was just trying to piss you off!" She smiled sweetly, and Duncan melted, and sat down again. Heather cursed herself under her breath. She liked Duncan, but he couldn't know. There was no way she was ruining two relationships in one day.

And so the two sat there, watching their old place of torture sink down low, into the lake, occasionally talking to each other, about the seasons they'd been on together, and Duncan's jail time. It was getting late and, though Chris collected all the other campers, they stayed on the beach, watching the sunset

Heather shivered, "It's getting cold." She remarked, shivering, and beginning to creep closer to the punk.

This prompted Duncan to get up, and head towards the balloon he arrived in. Heather scowled she watched him, her eyes focused on not looking at him. She failed, and watched what he was doing intently. After a minute, Duncan came out of the wreckage with his duffel bag. He sat back down and picked out an old jacket, that he handed to Heather, jokingly saying, "Here, have my jacket." She gladly took it, and draped the jacket around her shoulders, sticking her hands into the sleeves. It fitted.

They sat there, without much to say. Luckily, Chris and the other campers, who were on the other side of the island, lit a few fireworks, and the pair watched these, as Heather slowly cuddled up to Duncan, just like in season 1, except sincere this time. Duncan pretended not to notice, though he was wary of what she was doing.

But, eventually, he sank down beside her and put his arm around her, as she leaned in closer, laying her head in his lap, with him stroking her head. She had great hair, and Duncan was rather saddened when she lost it on TDI, but she was growing it back now, and he could finally appreciate it.

It got to about 10 o'clock at night, when Heather finally looked up at Duncan, and they stared into each other's eyes. When Heather looked at Duncan, the moon shone from behind his head, illuminating her features for him. He smiled, "Hey beautiful!"

For once Heather didn't argue, and smiled back at him, "Hello handsome!" She giggled, and he chuckled along with her. She sighed, and looked back into his deep, blue eyes, something she had always liked about him, and at most times, the only thing. "Duncan, I-I want to tell you something…"

He looked back at her, "What babe?"

She giggled at this, then said, "I… I like you. A lot… Do… Do you like me?"

Duncan didn't need any time to think, "Yes, of course I do. Why do you I flirt with you, and call you beautiful and babe?"

Heather contemplated this, "You did with everyone else…"

Duncan put his hands behind her head, "No I didn't." And with this he kissed her, forcing her eyes wide before she realised what was happening, and kissed back.

They sat like this for a while, just kissing, as more fireworks lit up the night sky. Eventually, though, they broke the kiss, and sat gasping for air, as they lay back. Heather checked her watch, "Damn! It's 11 o'clock! Everyone will be wondering where we are."

Duncan laughed once again, "Screw them! Wanna come back to my place? We can watch a movie?"

Heather laughed, "Sure!" And with that, they got up, and walked around the lake, hand in hand, as the final fireworks exploded over their heads.

THE END