I still don't own TDI or Xiao Lin Showdown.

Also, this chapter is dedicated to LadySlytherin101, a very good friend of mine, and who is the one that inspired me to write this crossover. It was her fanfic that gave me the idea for a chapter later in the fanfic, so I shall give her credit for that one as well when the time comes!

NOTICE: FROM HERE ON OUT, I WILL NOT UPDATE A FANFIC UNTIL THE MOST RECENT CHAPTER HAS AT LEAST THREE REVIEWS TO ITS TITLE!

(Chris PoV)

"Oh my boxers! That is bad!" I yelled when I saw that Marshall had removed his glasses only to get something wrong with his right eye.

And I mean seriously wrong with his right eye, because it was becoming so swollen that he was having a hard time seeing out of it. My best guess is that he had to scratch it and got a splinter in it on accident or something like that.

"Did you guys squat down when you went?" Azalea asked curiously to Tyler and Delilah, and they snarled and nodded. "Did you know what it looked like?"

"It was green, oval shape and all over the place," Delilah snarled. "Get to the point!"

"Was it low to the ground and about this big?" Azalea asked motioning with her hands, and the two other females nodded. "Yeah, you guys squatted on poison ivy."

"No way! That's awesome!" I said laughing and pointing as the two girls tried to wipe it off with sand and began freaking out. It was hilarious, and I knew that Chef would love to hear about the misery of the campers in his absence, or rather while he was babysitting.

Without further ado, I rode all the way back to the medical cabin trying not to laugh and ended up having to break out into laughter as I told Chef the story. To my surprise and delight, he was actually smiling and chuckling at their misfortune.

"Morons," he said clenching his fist. "They won't last much longer. This one on the other hand is a fighter. She'll be lasting till the finals."

"Any change?" I asked after gasping for a breath.

"She's breathing a little more and she's less pale," Chef shrugged.

I couldn't resist peeking in on the ginger to find her muttering in her sleep. I tiptoed over to the bedside and stood calmly watching as she began writhing and murmuring out in her sleep.

"No… mommy, please… no, I just…. Want… time with… Aunt Kim…. And Uncle Clay," she moaned out softly. "Please, no…. don't want… to lose…"

"Lose what?" I murmured, wondering just what monstrosities this poor girl had gone through at her mother's hands.

"No, mommy… don't want… sleep with… daddy," she moaned, and I felt as though I was going to lose all stomach contents. "Daddy… please don't… get hurt… please don't… don't let… mommy win…"

"What happened to you?" I murmured in shock as I lifted up on the covers. Her skin was beginning to turn pink underneath, and I noticed that there were now multiple bruises that had been forming before that were now completely prominent. "Whoa… I guess now I know why you were saying this was your last hope."

"Huh?" Chef asked as he walked in and stopped to stare at her. "What. The. Hell?!"

"Shh!" I said quickly panicking. "You'll wake her up!"

"What did you do?" he snarled jerking on the front of my shirt.

"Nothing," I hissed back. "Look at my hand and the size of those bruises. Do those look like they match to you?"

I held a hand up to one slap bruise and my fist to a fist bruise. The fists were far too big to be mine, something that was thankfully painstakingly obvious to see.

"Do you know what happened?" he snarled, only for Sarah to begin muttering again.

"No… mommy… please no… I'll be good… I won't… make a… B on… a report card… ever again… I promise… please, mommy…"

"Oh my god," I muttered as Chef dropped me. "Her mother beat her for a B on her report card? We've got to do something, this is completely illegal!"

"For her or us?" Chef countered, and I realized where we were.

"We're all adults here, and besides, it's first aid," I said putting the blankets back over her. "The cameras aren't positioned here for a reason. That would be: to give them some privacy while we get them patched up. Help me set up these curtains; we don't want Marshall seeing her like this."

(3rd PoV)

Chris scanned the hot tub after hours of waiting. The Killer Bass had an awesome hot tub, which he was quick to express. He also informed them that they'd be able to use it for the rest of the summer as they pleased.

"Screaming Gophers, what can I say? Sucks to be you right now," Chris said pointing at them. "I'll see you all at the bonfire tonight."

Naturally Naruto started freaking out about how the team won and got to stay there for another three days. Damon was smiling proudly and secretly just as pleased. Edward was looking at Chris with a powerful glare in his eyes. Trinity was off giving the same look, but to the camera.

"Mark my words," Trinity snarled quietly. "If I get my hands on whoever did that to Sarah, they're going to wish that they'd have never been born!"

Chris wasn't at all surprised when he looked at the votes. Azalea had gotten all but one, the one of which Delilah had sent in Haden's direction. He rolled his eyes, and looked over at Sarah's sleeping form and continuing to listen to her quiet moans of discomfort. His gut was telling him to put everything down and help her, but it was also telling him to leave it be and ignore her as though she were a fly on the wall. After all, he was a thirty year old with dark grey highlights in his hair.

Naturally the Killer Bass had been partying in the hot tub while he was doing the campfire, and he could see the anger and hatred in Marshall's eyes as the young man passed the Killer Bass section. So while they were partying, Chris kept a closer eye on Sarah.

She slept fitfully, mostly moaning about the pains of her beatings and pleadings against her mother to not be beaten and to leave her father alone. To Chris' surprise, she began writhing more as the night progressed, and he had just been about to nod off when she jerked upright with a terrified scream and jerk upright.

"Have a nice nap?" Chris asked, and she stared at him in shock, staring and trying to assess her surroundings. "You're in the medical cabin. You nearly drowned. Why were you wearing those weights if you knew that you were going to go swimming?"

"Mother swore that if I ever took them off, she'd beat me with them," Sarah said quietly. "I got more scared as she kept adding more and more weight…."

"Well, they're at the bottom of the lake now, and she will have no more chances to hurt you with them," Chris said firmly. "The Killer Bass get to keep the spa that they built, by the way. You guys can party in it all summer."

"Goodie," Sarah murmured relieved. "Are they mad at me?"

"No," Chris said warily. "Why would they be? They know that you nearly died, even though you'll need to participate in the next challenge just like everybody else will tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? But I thought it was every three days!" Sarah protested.

"You were the inspiration for this challenge, actually," he admitted. "You see, while you slept, I watched you to make sure you stayed breathing. I discovered that the next challenge will be to stay awake for the longest amount of time."

"But… I just woke up," she murmured fearfully and he smiled.

"Not today," he said mischievously. "I'll wake you kids up with a foghorn on that morning. Although I'm going to warn you that I'll send you back to your cabin two nights before the challenge."

"Wait… what do you mean?" Sarah asked warily.

"It means that you'll be staying in this cabin," Chris explained. "And trust me; you'll come to think of this one as more of a home than the other one. You see, this is also the counseling cabin. It's one of the few places that the cameras won't follow. Or rather, that they can't follow, and for good reason."

"You guys didn't…?" Sarah murmured, and Chris pointed to a spare set of clothes. "That's not mine…"

"It is now," Chris smiled as she took a miniature version of his clothes out of the folded pile. "Keep it. You need them more than I do, what with your old clothes being too baggy now."

Sarah looked down to find that her old clothes had, indeed, seemed to grow by a couple of sizes since she'd shed the weights. As bad luck turned out she could tell that Chris could see her cleavage if he wanted to.

"Chris? Did you…? Did… how much…?" She asked fearfully, worrying about the scars all over her body.

"I'm afraid that I saw everything that your bathing suit wasn't covering," Chris said frowning. "I'd ask what happened, but I don't want to stick my nose where it doesn't belong."

"No, I need to let this out," Sarah huffed dejectedly. "But… I will have to tell all the other campers eventually…. After all, I can use this as a card in my favor. You see, my mom's abusive."

"Ah. Enough said," Chris said wincing and gritting his teeth. "And… your dad?"

"Dad usually used to stand by and do nothing aside from hide or watch in horror," she said quietly. "But it was the day that my aunt sent the form in that he changed. That day my mother wanted me to-to-to give him- to give him it."

"Yeegh!" Chris blanched as he turned to the side.

"That's not the best part," Sarah snorted. "My dad stood up for the first time that I've ever seen, and he told me to run. I haven't seen him since, I've been staying with my mom's brother and his wife. They already know that I come there to escape, but they never knew that it was because of violence until that day when I finally told them the truth of why I kept coming to them."

"And… your cousins?"

"My brothers have been missing for about nine years now. My cousins have mostly moved off to try to help look for them, but so far nothing has changed luck to go into our direction. Even while here in the midst of a sea of freedom, I feel like I'm trying to get it but that it's just out of reach."

"You'll be fine," Chris shrugged. "Besides, if you win, then that's all the more power to you when you go to sue your mother."

"Thanks, but I'd much rather have her arrested and taken to prison while I'm gone," Sarah said curling up dejectedly. "Chris, what would you have done if I had all the weights on me but my family background problems didn't exist?"

"I'd have done the same thing," Chris said shaking his head slightly.

So, Chris figures out what's going on with Sarah's mother. Who wants to know who hooks up with who? YOU'LL SEE IF YOU KEEP READING!

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