Summary: The dispute between Heather and Alejandro escalates after Noah's elimination, leaving the two with the possibility of ending that conflict in one way or another.

Ship: Alejandro x Heather

Noah knew he was a marked man when Alejandro spoke to him after the challenge.

The bookworm was trying hard to be helpful to the team and hopefully be forgotten until he managed to move on to the merger. It was an almost impossible task, but he had confidence in his intellect.

And all of this collapsed like a house of cards because of a slip of the tongue.

Great, Noah, you're brilliant! Now try a way to save yourself this time, Noah's insufferable conscience spoke to him.

He looked at the dirty clock in the common area: two hours left until elimination.

Given his current situation, trying to apologize to Alejandro was useless, which meant he already had a vote; Owen would vote for whoever he asked, implying a vote for Duncan or Alejandro.

One vote for Noah and two votes for Alejandro.

Convincing Duncan would be tricky since the punk was a complete idiot who thinks he's smarter than everyone. The perfect type that Al loves to manipulate.

Two votes for Noah and two votes for Alejandro.

And there was Tyler, the scale tipper. If he sides with Alejandro, Noah could be kicked out with a 3-2. However, if he sides with Noah...

The know-it-all thought he could win the war with Tyler's support, even if it meant making bold proposals. Confident, Noah headed to economy class only to be frustrated.

"I know he's our friend, but we must eliminate someone. We could vote for Duncan, but knowing Chris, he would nullify the votes and make one of us leave. It could be me, it could be you..." The human eel made the jock's head, putting the final nail in Noah's coffin.

"Dude, you're good at this strategy thing!" Tyler complimented the other boy.

"What can I say? Some people are born to be social." Alejandro smiled with a hint of sin.

Now I'm fucked, Noah guessed, turning around before they realized he was listening to the talk.

Three votes for Noah, two votes for Alejandro.

Heather relaxed in first class. That day was extremely tiring for her, and even after a professional massage, she still felt like that torture bed stretched her about 5 centimetres. Being tall is painful!

"Stupid goth, stupid preppy..." she muttered while opening the trunk to get a new hair tie; hers was already worn out.

It was then that he realized that a strange letter was there. Was it some mockery from Gwen? Or some mind game from Alejandro?

She tore the seal open with her fingernail, reading its contents.

Greetings, Queen of Mean

Now that you are reading this letter, I have already been eliminated. Considering my fate, I thought it appropriate to devise one last revenge against my tormentor.

Will you help me?

If yes, find the next clue in the cargo area.

Noah

She reread the text skeptically. Why would that scrawny guy help her? Is this some trap for her to spill the beans?

Deciding to trust the letter, she headed to her next destination. And so a series of letters followed, giving consecutive directions to the confessional.

Are you tired of this charade?

Go straight to the confessional.

Your answer you will be there.

Noah

Heather quickly entered the confessional and latched it shut. It's time to look for that secret.

"Where...where?" She began ransacking the small cabin, searching behind the toilet, under the sink, and even on the floor.

THUD

THUD

THUD

The anti-villain was startled by the noise, soon realizing someone was trying to break that door.

It didn't take long for the door to give way, and a certain Latino appeared before her.

"W-What are you doing?" The queen bee questioned, eyes wide. Unlike other times, the rival didn't seem to be joking around.

"Oh, Heather. You are here," his face softened, returning to the Casanova persona.

"Have you lost your manners? You broke the door down like a troglodyte." The girl snarked. Something didn't feel right.

Alejandro wiped the sweat from his forehead before continuing, "I apologize for my virulence, but I need to do something here. I'll kindly ask you to use the control booth for now."

"Why?" Heather asked, seeking to confirm if he was the reason for Noah's fall.

He dismissed, "Just do as I say."

She pressed on, "Only if you tell me."

He smiled dryly, knowing he wouldn't win the verbal battle, "You look beautiful when you act like a bitch, you know? Sigh...I've just discovered that someone is trying to blackmail me, and I will end the plot with my own hands."

The two were sitting on the toilet. The sun was beginning to appear, bathing the place in golden rays.

"And why would you end the plot in this bathroom?" Heather continued to interrogate.

"Because that damn rat hid something essential to me here. And I need to find it as quickly as possible before it falls into someone's hands." Alejandro's hands shook with anger.

Heather scanned the boy, checking that the bull-shaped necklace was no longer around his neck. Maybe that was what Noah had stolen.

She saw something glitter inside the sink. Looking discreetly, she didn't believe it, but it was Alejandro's necklace!

"You can continue your treasure hunt later, I'm using this confessional for now. And please, can you fix the door? I don't want to see anyone getting in the way." She dismissed him, raising her hand as if he were a dog.

Alejandro frowned and was about to leave when he saw something shine in the sink.

On impulse, he lunged to put his hand in the drain, but Heather was faster.

"Can you tell me what you are doing?" Alejandro glared daggers at her, irritated by his love's behaviour.

"You tell me." Heather deadpanned.

He continued to stare at her, refusing to let go. "I'm sure you saw something in this sink and tried to get it yourself."

Heather felt scared looking into those green eyes for the first time, "Did Zeke hit your head? You're starting to get delusional."

"Come on, Heather, get your hands out of this drain." His voice was firm. This was not a courteous request but a military order.

She didn't move a muscle.

"I won't say it twice: take. your. hand. off. this. drain. now." Alejandro was now growling every word, leaving aside any diplomacy.

Heather's heart was beating faster and faster. It was a side of him she had never seen.

And that excited her.

She gulped before defying the order, "Make me."

Well then.

It was all very fast. Alejandro grabbed Heather's arm and pressed her against the wall; her face now looked at him through the window's reflection.

"You don't learn, right? I didn't want to resort to that, but you made me."

He pressed his arm against her back, immobilizing her completely.

"Jerk!" She cried. She'd been in worse situations, but for some reason, it electrified her.

"Stay still, kitten. This won't take long."

He slowly tried to take the amulet with his free hand, not relieving the pressure on the girl's body.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

"Now!" Heather thought, using all the strength in her legs to kick him in the nuts.

Alejandro sighed in pain as he felt his lower parts being attacked. The other took advantage of the moment of weakness to free herself and reach the sink.

"This is what you get for attacking me!" The mean girl shouted, putting her hand in the drain. Luckily for her, it appeared to be clean.

A force pulled her ponytail at that moment, strong enough to make her yelp in pain.

"Basta de bromas. Do you know the first rule of the Burromuerto family?"

"Assaulting a girl in a bathroom is ok?"

"Only if it hurts your honor." He smirked.

He pulled her hair more until he moved her away from the sink. She fell onto the toilet, groaning.

"Perra loca..." Alejandro muttered.

Wasting no time, it was his turn to stick his arm in the drain. This time, the Latino got the upper hand, recovering the amulet.

"¡Gracias a Dios! Está intac..." He sighed in delight before feeling a slap across his face.

The surprise was so great that the neck chain fell to the floor.

Heather lounged towards him, "NOBODY TOUCHES MY HAIR, NOBODY!"

The two fought; although Heather was weaker than Alejandro, she surpassed him in speed and dexterity.

Attention to the Total Drama Jumbo Jet passengers: we are entering a storm cloud. Expect severe turbulence. If I were me, I would be glued to a chair hahaha

Chef's voice echoed through the destroyed cabin as the plane shook. The two ended up falling to the ground.

The fight continued, both trying to gain the upper hand. Scratches appeared on Alejandro's body, while Heather had minor bruises.

Soon, a draw was established when the Latino grabbed the queen bee's neck, and she, in turn, positioned her knee close to his balls.

"You don't know when to quit, do you?" Alejandro breathed deeply.

"I say the same to you." Heather gasped for air.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds in anger and excitement.

Smiling, they both brought their lips together for a kiss.

Or that's what each wanted to think the other would think.

Heather punched Alejandro in the face at the same time he headbutted her. The result was that they both had bloody noses.

SHIT!

After getting used to the pain, the two grappled again, now with Heather on top.

Why do you have to be so cocky!?

And why do you have to be so stubborn!?

They clashed once again, eyes staring with hatred.

And in an instant, a spark lit up.

Maybe it was blood loss or a concussion.

Something strange happened to the two as they were now kissing for real.

It was an aggressive kiss and tasted like iron. Heather purposely bit Alejandro's lip while he used one hand to pull the girl's hair.

Nothing was more romantic than kissing on the bathroom floor, covered in blood and sweat.

The pain that one inflicted on the other led to a vicious cycle, where pleasure escalated with each bite, pinch, kick and pull.

It was as if a dam of emotions broke and swept away everything and everyone.

A dreadful smirk smeared across the couple's faces. For the first time in the season, they knew how the other felt and what they were thinking.

Chris stamped his foot when he saw the scene of violence that had occurred.

The host had taken his third beauty sleep of the day, and when he woke up, he saw the recording from the confessional camera and promptly rushed to the scene.

Knock, knock

The couple soon stopped making out after hearing knocks on the destroyed door. In front of them, a pissed-off McLean.

They quickly got up; their bodies were sore, but the adrenaline kept them from fainting.

"I see with my eyes that you are two wild teenagers. Not only did they destroy my property, they destroyed themselves. Look at you, Heather, you look like a slut who got beaten up by her pimp for not making enough money!" Chris chastised her.

"Hey!" The girl tried to defend herself.

The host raised his finger at the other. "And you, Alejandro, are so deplorable that I would have thought you were those immigrants who got lost from the caravan and had to eat rats in the desert to survive."

"Fucking gringo..." The Latino grumbled.

"I am extremely disappointed in you both. I didn't want to do this, but circumstances led me to punish both." Chris took a pair of sunglasses and a silver pen from his pocket.

"What is that?" Was the last thing the girl managed to say before a bright flash appeared.

The host took off his glasses and looked at the two petrified teenagers. Their eyes were wide.

Chris first addressed the mean girl, "Let's get this over with. Heather, your injuries happened because, during the turbulence, the first-class bags fell on you. Take a hot bath and go to sleep."

He then looked at the boy, "And you, Alejandro, got hurt after falling into the cage of killer seals that I keep stored in the cargo area. Grab your necklace, take a shower and go to sleep too."

The host now turned his back, ready to leave. "Ah, you will also forget that you saw me and why you came here. If someone asks you where you went in the middle of the night, you'll both say you had a nightmare. Got it?"

The two nodded in an enchanted manner. Chris couldn't see, but he knew what they were doing.

"Great! See you soon then. We have a challenge in the next few hours." He snapped his fingers, making them both obey his commands.

Chef Hatchet approached his friend with a mop and bucket of water. Someone needed to clean up that mess.

"Man, what is this thing?" The black man said, pointing at the silver pen.

"Oh, this? A gift from a general. I spent a vacation in Nevada and got this. Cool, huh?" Chris twirled the device between his fingers.

Chef raised an eyebrow, "This shit looks like something from Area 51, you know? I doubt this isn't highly classified."

The mention of the secret location gave the white adult an idea.

"Clean all that up, okay? I have some calls to make."

Both teams asked for explanations for the injuries that Alejandro and Heather had. They gave the answer they were programmed to provide, and surprisingly, everyone accepted it.

McLean got the contact of the general who gave the neutralizer, and he kindly provided Areas 52 and 51 for the team to use in one of the challenges.

Noah thought his plan had failed and acted like it had never happened.

The minds of the season's two protagonists may have forgotten what happened, but their bodies have not.

For some reason, whenever they looked at each other, they just wanted to grab each other and have the hottest, hardest-hate makeout possible.

Imagine the sex.

Final Chapter: Chris McLean is a demon in human form. And Chef is sure of this based on the host's next strategy to increase ratings.