Camp Wawanakwa was quiet.

As quiet as it had been over the past two days - at least, whenever Courtney and Gwen weren't at Heather's throat and vice versa.

Bridgette didn't mind the quiet all that much, even if she would have preferred it if everyone was able to get along. When it was quiet, it meant she could think. It meant there wasn't fighting. And most importantly, it meant that Heather wasn't on her back trying to get her to join the queen bee's alliance.

Bridgette didn't need the constant reminders that she was more or less on her own from here on out that Heather liked to spring on her, but it was better than the alternative of putting a target the size of Vancouver Island on her back by joining Heather. Gwen and Courtney barely tolerated her as is, and she had no doubt she'd be treated worse than Lindsay if she decided to toss her support behind Heather. At least Lindsay had the excuse of being a ditz to fall back on.

She sighed as she continued to polish her surfboard. Why couldn't the teams stay as they were? Things were so much simpler mere weeks ago, and now everyone was going nuts.

At least it would make for good TV.

Bridgette allowed herself a small smile as she thought about the few remaining competitors stuck on the nightmare that was Total Drama Island with her. Saying everyone was going nuts was a bit of an understatement - DJ was as reliable as ever, and Lindsay was surprisingly nice once you got past her habit of messing up your name. Even Tyler was relatively fine, if a bit brash. But there was always one person Bridgette could fall back on during her time here, no matter what.

Cody.

She had hated how disconnected they had been over the past few days, and she knew it was at least partly her fault - how could she look him in the eye after kissing Geoff? - but it seemed like that stuff was thankfully in the past now. She and Cody had made a game of hiding from the rest of the Gophers whenever they were trying to drag him off, and it was surprisingly fun!

You know, an alliance with Heather was pretty much out of the question… but maybe Cody would want to -

WOOOOOOOO.

Bridgette jumped at the sound of a boat horn, the noise cutting through the silence like a knife through butter. The little yacht that had taken the guys (and Leshawna) away for their reward three days ago was back, and it looked like they were… dancing on the bow? Bridgette could just barely make out the sound of rock music over the horn, and some of the moves Duncan was using were definitely not suitable for television.

"What a weekend!" Duncan exclaimed, sliding down the ramp the boat had dropped, "Woohoo!"

"Oh my goodness!" Leshawna groaned happily, "You can't get that kind of relaxation if you drop dead and go to heaven!"

"I think DJ and Cody took a real shine to those lovely ladies who served us hand and foot!" Duncan added, causing Cody to roll his eyes but smile nonetheless.

"I mean," DJ defended, "Can you blame me? Those spa treatments? My alligator elbows are totally gone!"

"Amen!" Tyler joined in, "Those saunas… I must've lost fifteen pounds per trip!"

—

Confessional: Heather

"Those should have been my alligator elbows getting the hand and foot treatment!" She snarled, "And if the rest of the girls weren't so useless, it would have been!"

—

Bridgette and the girls could only watch on in jealousy as last challenge's winners continued to gloat. It was almost as if they were mocking them. They had all gathered on the dock by this point, shooting the guys dirty looks from a distance as they raved.

"Hey Lindsay!" Tyler called out, "I saved you some stuff from the resort! Want a chocolate coated cherry blossom?"

Lindsay gasped. "Would I?!"

She hurried over to her boyfriend, but before she could reach him Heather's hand shot out and grabbed her hair. She yanked the blonde back, causing Lindsay to fall back against the dock with a thud.

"Ow!" She cried, "What was that for?!"

Heather's glare was ivy. "He's the enemy!" She hissed down at Lindsay, "You can't just go and accept gifts from him!"

"He's my boyfriend!" Lindsay shot back.

"Yeah!" Tyler nodded in agreement as he helped Lindsay up, glaring right back at Heather. "What the hell's your problem, anyway?"

Heather just scoffed.

"Don't worry about her, dude," Duncan said, putting a hand on the jock's shoulder, "Some of the ladies are just a little bit jealous. And who can blame them? They can barely stand each other and meanwhile us guys are tighter than family!"

"Yeah!" DJ whooped in agreement, "Guys rule!"

Cody nodded along as Leshawna stood to the side somewhat awkwardly, but she was more than happy to laugh along with the rest of the guys as Heather turned purple with rage. Seriously, where did she get off doing such horrible things to Lindsay? Just for seeing her boyfriend again?

What a witch.

The guys went in for a group high-five, but as they raised their hands into the air Chris decided now would be the perfect time to interrupt them.

"Listen up campers!" He called from the PA system, "As of right now, all teams are officially dissolved! From here on in, it's every camper for themselves!"

Duncan cleared his throat awkwardly. "Well, it's about time we flew solo."

Tyler and Cody nodded in agreement, even as DJ looked at Duncan in surprise.

"Oh, I am feeling that!" Courtney agreed, not-so-subtly giving Heather a sideways glare. "Bring it!"

"Oh, you'll regret saying that!" Chris laughed from the PA, "Get ready for this!"

Another boat horn began to honk, causing everyone to turn their heads back towards the lake in confusion.

Gasps rang out immediately.

"You're kidding…" Courtney breathed out, jaw hanging down.

Heather looked scared. "But… but that's impossible!"

"Aw man," Tyler winced, "What is she doing here!?

"Back by popular audience demand," Chris explained, laughing hysterically as he narrated, "It's… Eva!"

"That's right!" She jumped off the boat the moment it neared the dock, nearly putting holes in the wood once she began to stomp over towards the crowd. "I'm back! And just so we're clear, not only am I gonna kick butt, but I'm giving special attention to my backstabbing Bass team who voted me off!"

Gwen was the only one who was unfazed (aside from Cody, and to an extent Leshawna). "Wait a sec!" She hissed, turning towards the PA that Chris was no doubt listening from, "You said no one was allowed back!"

"I did?" Chris asked.

"'And once you leave on the Dock of Shame, on the Boat of Losers, you can never ever ever ever come back!'" She repeated, a surprisingly good Chris impression on her lips.

"Oh yeah, that. Yeah, I lied!"

"You can't do that!" Gwen continued to protest, "It's not fair!"

"Whoa, girl, chill!" Leshawna interrupted, mildly concerned, "You're reasoning with a loudspeaker! That just does not look good!"

Bridgette opened her mouth to say something, but froze once she heard what sounded like a dog snarling behind her. Sure enough, Eva was right there, scowling hard enough that Bridgette was mildly worried she'd have a stroke.

Bridgette smiled, trying to hide her fear. "So, Eva!" She greeted cheerily, "Whatcha been doing since you left the island?"

"Taking anger management classes," she hissed, "I seem to remember you thinking I needed them!"

That last bit was accentuated by a finger-jab towards her face, and Bridgette flinched back involuntarily.

"She was an audience favorite?" Heather asked incredulously.

"Not really…" Chris admitted, "But we liked her!"

A pause. Uh oh.

"Also returning to camp… it's Izzy!"

"Oh, no!"

This time, everyone was unified in their terror.

Even Eva.

Izzy screamed as she swung out of the woods on a vine, before leaping and landing squarely at the beginning of the dock.

"Hey guys!" She chattered, "It's good to be back at camp! Even though I never actually left the island. I've been living in the woods all this time!"

"But I thought the RCMP hunted you down?" Gwen questioned, still slightly afraid of the crazy girl.

Izzy just laughed.

"Oh, they tried!" She informed, "But being a wilderness survivor, I was swift footed and avoided capture! Once I was safe among my animal brethren, it was just me against the harsh elements!"

"You call this harsh?" Leshawna rolled her eyes. "It's been warm and sunny all month!"

"Not where I was! But luckily I was able to take refuge in the beaver dam. Yeah, I befriended the family of beavers who lived there and together we foraged for nuts and berries - boy, I could use a bag of nachos right now!"

As Izzy continued to ramble like an escaped asylum patient, she got down on her hands and knees and began to scratch herself behind her ears as if she were a dog. And then she began to howl, because of course she did.

"So, what's new with you guys?"

Maybe Izzy and Eva could unite the rest of the girls together out of fear, and they could work together to kick out the psychos. That would be nice.

For some reason, Bridgette had her doubts.

"Alrighty campers," Chris continued, unperturbed by the hot mess that was Izzy, "Report to the amphitheater after helping the newbies settle in, where you'll learn all about today's challenge. McLean out!"

"We got this!" Tyler said confidently, "Right guys?"

Duncan rolled his eyes. "Dude, you heard the loudspeaker. It's every camper for themselves."

—

Confessional: Duncan

"I don't know what the hell's going on with this show anymore!" Duncan scowled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "First Geoff gets the boot, then we have to eat something worse than prison food, and now we're bringing back a buncha people who lost already? And it's even more girls?!"

Duncan huffed. "DJ better be getting on Bridgette and Cody's good side right now, or else we're screwed. I'm not losing this game because all the other guys here were horrible at it!"

—

Confessional: Heather

"Oh, Chris," she giggled, "You shouldn't have! Not only did you bring back psycho number one that everybody hates, you also brought back psycho number two that everyone hates and will vote with me?!"

Heather laughed, giving the confessional camera an evil glare.

"That $100,000 is as good as mine!"

—

Eva was the last one back to the cabin, eyeing the line on the floor with disdain. "What's with the tape? Somebody better answer me!"

Leshawna gave the rest of the girls a sideways glance. "Me and Heather here got a little, uh, territorial," she explained, "But we're all cool now, right Heather?"

Heather looked like she'd swallowed a lemon, but quickly hid that face and nodded along. "Absolutely!" She smiled, hurrying to pull up the tape to avoid Eva's wrath. "Want my bunk, Eva?"

She stomped over to Courtney, who was sitting on her bed nervously. "I want this one, unless miss backstabbing traitor who voted me off has a problem with that!"

"Okay," Leshawna interrupted, taking Courtney's side, "You know what? You can get all up in her face but don't forget we are all here to win!"

Eva gave Leshawna a narrow-eyed stare. "You got that right sister thunder-thighs!"

"Oh, oh, oh, tell me the macho mama with buttcheeks tighter than my weave did not just say that!"

Leshawna looked just about ready to murder Eva for that last comment, with the gym girl not far behind. Bridgette looked like she might have wanted to break them up, but putting an even bigger target on her back for Eva was not what she wanted to do right now.

"Woah, timeout!"

Thankfully, Gwen jumped in between them right before things got ugly.

"Can't we just talk this out over low-cal snacks?" Lindsay questioned, a pleading look on her face.

That got everyone to pause, Leshawna and Eva thoroughly disgusted at the idea.

"Whatever," Eva scoffed, "I'm still gonna win!"

And with that, she stomped away. Probably to go threaten some of the local wildlife or something - that was what apex predators did, right?

Courtney finally hopped up from her position at the edge of her bed, laying a nervous hand on Leshawna's shoulder. "Thanks for stepping in," she thanked, "I really wasn't in the mood to deal with Miss Killer Crazy."

Leshawna patted her hand gently. "My pleasure, nobody disses 'Shawny's thighs!" She smirked, before sparing a look towards the other half of the cabin. "Besides, us sane people gotta stick together!"

Heather sneered at that last jab at her group. Izzy and Lindsay were already completely dissociated from the conversation, too distracted by each other to give Leshawna's comment any reaction.

Bridgette just sighed, hanging her head in her hands.

The tape was gone, but the girls were more divided than ever.

—

Confessional: Leshawna

"Those two girls are getting on my last nerve!" She snarled, "One of them better be going home tonight!"

—

Cody sat in a crappy little beach chair, having been given the misfortune of being forced to choose between sitting between Leshawna and Heather or Eva and, well, anyone. As much as he hated the tension he easily chose with sitting between the former Gophers - at least they wouldn't kill him if he tried to keep them from fighting.

Well, probably. He liked to think that both of them considered him a good enough friend to at least ignore him if they went for each other's throats.

"Welcome to your next challenge!" Chris began, "The time-honored game of torture… 'Say Uncle'! You are all about to be put through tests of endurance so insane that some of them sent our interns to the emergency room!"

Most of the campers looked unnerved by that declaration, but Eva just rolled her eyes - something that worried the others to no end. For what it's worth, it made Izzy excited for the challenge, which just cemented Cody's theory that Chris simply brought back the most insane people possible for the merge.

"If you back down from the challenge or do not last the required ten seconds, you will be eliminated! The winner will not only be safe from elimination, but win this luxurious trailer - yours to take home at the end of the summer."

Leshawna raised an eyebrow. "What kinds of torture?"

"Why don't you ask my lovely assistant?" Chris smirked, gesturing to Chef (who was wearing a hockey mask and holding a giant cleaver).

Even that gave Eva the creeps, if the way she shuddered slightly was any indication. It was surprisingly humanizing to see something that actually made her seem normal.

"Alright, let's do this!" Chris chuckled, "Duncan, you're first up! Let's spin the Wheel of Misfortune to select your torture!"

Duncan groaned, looking at the wheel with wide eyes. "Seriously?"

Chris ignored him in favor of watching the wheel spin, eyes gleaming with anticipation as it landed on…

"Turtle puck shots!"

Duncan rubbed his arm nervously as Chris began to explain the selected challenge, moving him in front of a small goal all the while. "Our interns spent weeks collecting the grumpiest, angriest, crustiest, hungriest old snapping turtles on the island! While you stand in the goalie net completely unprotected, Chef will fire off turtle slapshots!"

As if on cue, a few of the turtles began to growl, snapping their jaws menacingly at Duncan.

"If I were you dude," Chris whispered before darting away, "I'd protect my coconuts! This could get ugly!"

Cody was just glad that he wasn't the one who had to deal with this challenge. He'd taken enough nut shots from this show the last time around. He hadn't been on the receiving end of one yet so far, but his hopes weren't exactly high given his track record.

"If you can stay in for ten seconds," Chris finished, "You'll go on to the second round!"

And with that the buzzer rang and the maelstrom of flying turtles began. Duncan ducked right before the first one would have crashed into his face, more than likely saving himself from a nasty bruising at best. However, the decision to look back at the turtle that nearly took his head off proved to be costly, as the second turtle Chef launched landed squarely on his shoulder, immediately sinking its teeth in.

Duncan yelped in pain as it bit him, but Chef offered no mercy as he continued to pelt Duncan with turtles. His aim was incredible, and Cody would have been more impressed had the results not been so grim.

As the final turtle slammed right into Duncan's kiwis (something that made every guy in attendance wince back from), the buzzer finally rang out again. Cody wasn't exactly a big fan of Duncan, what with the whole cheating on Courtney thing, getting him mauled by a dingo in Australia, and getting with Gwen during World Tour, but even he felt bad for the guy at this point.

Besides, that was in the past. Or in the future? It hadn't happened yet and honestly might not ever with the rate things were changing at.

Cody shook his head. Time travel was a real headache to think about.

"And Duncan moves on to the next round!" Chris announced with glee, "Isn't this fun?"

"Yeah," Duncan deadpanned from his collapsed position on the ground, "It's a riot."

"Are you okay, Duncan?" Courtney asked gently from the bleachers. At Duncan's pained nod, she visibly relaxed and leant back into her chair.

"Next up, Lindsay!" Chris announced, already spinning the wheel haphazardly, "You're torture is… marshmallow waxing! We're gonna wax every part of your body! If you can take the pain for a full ten seconds, you can go to the next level."

Lindsay almost looked relieved at the torture, practically skipping across the stage towards Chris and Chef. "Oh I so need this! I've been dealing with nasty razor stubble for weeks! Try not to wax off my tan, 'kay?"

Cody could only wince back in sympathy as Lindsay screamed under the marshmallow wax. DJ had to restrain Tyler from jumping up and checking on his girlfriend, and no one looked comfortable watching the waxing.

Except Izzy, of course - she looked right at home. But since when did she count among the rest of them?

With one final heave, Chef was able to finally rip off the wax mask with a final pained yelp from Lindsay.

"Ooh," Leshawna winced, "I know that hurt."

"I don't know," Heather snarked, a nasty sneer on her face, "With how bushy your eyebrows are I'd have to guess you've never used wax in your life!"

Right as Leshawna was getting ready to leap over Cody and rip Heather a new one the bell chimed, signifying the end of Lindsay's attempt. It had actually ended a while ago, but Cody assumed Chris had the timer go off now so that Leshawna and Heather wouldn't hold up the challenge - as much 'fun' as a fight would have been, they were on a time limit.

"Oh my gosh," Lindsay whispered, rubbing her upper lip, "I can't believe how smooth that is! Thanks Chip!"

For once, Chris's ever present smile faltered. "It's Chris."

Lindsay could only smile sheepishly in response.

–

"Well done, Lindsay," Chris continued once she had returned to the bleachers, "Since you didn't even complain once, you get to choose who goes next!"

"No tha-" Lindsay began, only to be cut off as Eva grabbed her by the hair and dragged her close. She whispered something in her ear that caused Lindsay's eyes to widen, but reluctantly turn back towards Chris.

"Um, wait… I changed my mind. I choose Courtney… with lake leeches… because she's a backstabbing low-life traitor. Grr!"

It was painfully obvious that Eva was telling (forcing) Lindsay to say what she wanted - the blonde sounded like a robot by the end of her little spiel.

Courtney gasped. "She can't do that! She was in the middle of saying no! Eva was clearly telling her to target me!"

Chris shrugged. "Linday's call, and she's the one who spoke!"

Eva smirked. "It's payback time traitor!" She snarled, dropping her fist into her palm menacingly.

Courtney gulped in fear as Chef hauled up a barrel of leeches onto the stage, giving it a firm pat.

"Alright Courtney, time's a wastin'!" Chris reminded, "Get your butt in the barrel of leeches - oh, and if your victim can last ten seconds without saying uncle, you get eliminated instead!"

She looked positively queasy at the sight. On jittery legs, she stood up slowly as though she were going to attempt the torture, before thinking better of it and collapsing back into her chair.

"Nope!" She said, teeth grit, "I can't do this! It's too gross!"

Duncan sighed, but patted her back gently. As disappointed as he was, it did get him that much closer to winning the trailer for himself.

"That's okay, Courtney," Chris soothed, before bursting into chuckles, "Unfortunately, it means you're in need of a new seat! Stand up, if you please!"

Courtney acquiesced, only to regret her decision a moment later - her old seat fell through the floor, only to be replaced by a pillory.

"Stocks? Seriously?!" She wailed, which only made Chris laugh harder, "This is so humiliating!"

Chris smirked. "You chose this fate by not choosing to lay with the leeches. Enjoy the view! Anyways, you're up Heather!"

Leshawna and Gwen fist bumped as Heather scowled.

It was going to be a long day.

—

Confessional: Heather

"Although it irritates me to no end that Lindsiot continues to take orders from other people," she griped, "Forcing Courtney out of the game was incredibly satisfying. Nice one, Eva! Try not to get sent home too early again, I'd hate to lose my protection so soon!"

Heather waved at the camera mockingly, snickering into her other hand all the while.

—

"Our next challenge will be spending ten seconds in a wooden crate with Sasquatchanakwa!" Chris announced, "Bridgette, you haven't complained in a while so you can choose the next victim.

Almost immediately, people began to chant Eva's name as if they were performing a summoning ritual. Just about everyone in the stands (bar Cody) was in on it. Eva sat unmoving, staring the surfer girl down as if she were daring Bridgette to go through with it.

It would have been an easy pick - Eva was tough, but there was no way she could stay in a crate with that… thing - but Bridgette hesitated. Did she really deserve all the animosity everybody else was showing her?

Well, yeah. She was really scary, and had been prone to anger issues, and -

"Hurry up, Bridgette," Chris urged, "Clock's ticking!"

She glanced back towards the bleachers, everybody's hungry eyes shining as they dared her to put some pressure on Eva.

Except for Cody. They locked eyes, Bridgette's silent plea clear as day, hoping for an answer from her friend and one of the only other sane people on the island.

He silently shook his head.

That was enough for Bridgette.

"Um, no thanks!" She coughed awkwardly, "I'm good!"

She would have rubbed the back of her neck (a nervous tic she had developed forever ago), but the bees were still clinging to her from her last challenge and Bridgette really didn't want to make them mad.

Chris almost looked surprised at her decision. "You sure?" He confirmed, "This is your chance to get pretty much anybody you want out of the running for invincibility and that sick trailer!"

Bridgette nodded. "I'm sure."

There were a few grumbles in the stands (specifically from Heather and Courtney), but Bridgette didn't pay them any mind. No, she was much more interested in the reaction from Eva - the girl actually looked surprised, and almost happy? She covered it up with her usual scowl the moment she caught Bridgette staring, but it was too late.

It made Bridgette feel just a little bit better about sticking it out this far.

"Alrighty, fine!" Chris groaned, "Tyler, you're up for an experience with some good old Canadian wildlife!"

And now she felt that much worse.

Poor Tyler.

–

It really was a long day.

A long, painful, exhausting day.

Some of Cody's fellow competitors were more resilient than others - DJ had joined Courtney in losing in the first round, and Tyler wasn't long for the competitions either, while others like Lindsay lasted surprisingly long.

Of course, she bailed the moment she would have been required to cut her hair, but the point still stood!

Regardless, the challenge was nearing its end, and there were only four competitors left - Leshawna, Eva, Izzy, and himself.

For some reason he didn't like his odds very much.

"Clear!" Chris shouted, watching from a safe distance as Chef used a pair of electric eels as a defibrillator on Izzy. She laughed as the shock coursed through her body, her hair shooting up and fraying all over the place as a result of the charge. Even Chef was disturbed as she continued to giggle as smoke rose up from her body.

"That was great!" She cackled, "Hit me again!"

Chef looked mildly concerned, but he still did as she asked and gave her another shock - this one creating even more raucous laughter from the crazy redhead.

"Izzy," Chris asked, mood split between amused and disturbed, "Who's your next victim?"

"Ooh! Ooh! Me!" Izzy squealed, "With a poison ivy spa treatment!"

Raised eyebrows from the cast were all that greeted her.

—

Confessional: Leshawna

"Is it just me," she questioned, pointing to her temple, "Or is that girl some kind of crazy?"

—

Chris flipped his phone shut, shrugging all the while. "Okay, the judges will allow it, but they wanna know why?"

Izzy shrugged back, smiling like an idiot. "I just wanna see how it feels!"

–

Sure enough, she enjoyed the poison ivy on her face. Not even Chef could get her to take it off.

Of course, she eliminated herself with it, since she challenged herself, but Izzy didn't seem to care much about that.

"Alright," Chris began, clapping his hands together, "After twenty rounds of torture we're down to three steely competitors and the sudden death round!"

Cody spared a glance to Leshawna and Eva, who both looked more than ready to win - and beat the tar out of each other. He considered throwing once or twice to make sure the ending remained the same, but where was the fun in that? Just because he wasn't here to win didn't mean he couldn't still try all the while!

Besides, that trailer was pretty nice. It'd be a shame if he lost out on the chance to win it for himself.

—

Confessional: Leshawna

"I did not make it this far to quit now," she stated, determination evident on her face, "That trailer is bank, and it's got my name written all over it! Whatever he's got to throw at me, I'm gonna do!"

—

"Leshawna," Chris called, "You're up first! Your final challenge is… the grizzly bear log roll!"

Leshawna blinked. "The grizzly bear say-what?"

–

"Molotov the Bear," Chris explained, "He performs with the Russian National Circus and has been the European logrolling champion for the past twelve years. To win, you must last ten seconds on the log while avoiding certain death in the piranha-infested waters!"

Cody had seen a lot of somewhat unbelievable stuff in his life, a lot of it thanks to Total Drama, but this still felt surreal to him. The entire situation was just ridiculous.

The bear (or Molotov, he supposed) leered at Leshawna from its position atop the log in the water off the dock. Cody didn't know how any of this worked, but it looked like that didn't matter to Leshawna. She was staring him down with the intensity she usually saved for someone like Heather, and wasn't going to back down for any -

"Leshawna," Chris reminded, "You could back out now!"

It seemed like that was all it took to shatter Leshawna's focus, her intense glare turning into a concerned look as she realized what she was facing. She looked around at her surroundings - the piranhas that were starting to surface, staring hungrily at her and Molotov, Eva's sneering face and Cody's somewhat worried gaze, the bored stares of the rest of the campers in the pillories, and the shiny new trailer off in the distance.

Her eyes narrowed.

"No way!" She shot back, "I've seen scarier faces at the mall! I'm going in!"

With that, she leapt out onto the log, nearly stumbling as she landed. Eva smirked beside Cody, a dangerous glint in her eye.

"She's dead."

Cody gave her a side-eye glance. "Just because you want to win doesn't mean you have to want her to get hurt, y'know?"

Eva just scoffed and crossed her arms, content to watch (what she hoped to be) the carnage flow.

Cody sighed. Some people never change, huh?

"Aaand, go!"

Molotov immediately took charge of the log, rolling it so easily that he may as well have been walking - as well as a bipedal bear could walk, at any rate - and all Leshawna could hope to do was hold on for dear life and run and run and run.

It was the longest ten seconds of Cody's life. As much as he knew Leshawna could handle herself here, it was different watching in real time. One wrong move, one distraction, and she was toast. At some point Cody dimly heard the timer ding in the background, signifying Leshawna's survival, but it was pretty handedly ignored by everyone as the show continued to unfold in front of them.

Soon enough Leshawna had grown acclimated to the log-rolling, and was now actively fighting back against the bear. She took the upper hand the moment she was given the opportunity, and with one final stomp stopped the log in its track, conveniently stopping Molotov cold as well.

For his efforts Molotov was rewarded with a dip in the piranha lake, and by the time he had resurfaced his fur was reduced to practically nothing. He scampered off to who knows where, leaving Leshawna alone on the log to celebrate her victory.

"Hah! And that's how I roll!" She boasted confidently, her pride well earned.

"Leshawna wins!" Chris cheered, "So Eva and Cody are out!"

Eva's eyes shot open in surprise. "What?!" She screamed, "No way! How is that fair?!"

Chris shrugged. "Way! I don't make the rules… oh wait! Yes I do! And nothing either of you could do for the rest of this challenge will top what Leshawna just did!"

He then awkwardly tugged at his collar. "Plus we're kinda running out of time for this challenge, so…"

Eva looked like she was going to try and tear Chris in half as she not-so-silently fumed.

"Leshawna wins the challenge, invincibility, and the grand prize!"

"Woohoo! Yes baby!" Leshawna whooped, taunting Eva and Cody from their spot on the dock, "You lose, I win! You lose, I win!"

Cody noticed that Eva was just about ready to pick a real fight, and quickly attempted to cool down the situation.

"Eva," he tried, "I-it's okay! I mean, we can't win 'em all, right?"

She snarled at him. "Easy for you to say, pipsqueak! How can you agree with this! It's so unfair!"

Cody tried not to let the petty insults get to him. "I mean, it's just a trailer, right?"

Eva grabbed him by the collar, pulling him in so close to her face that he could pick out the hairs of her unibrow. Cody yelped, but tried not to let her intimidate him.

"It's not about the fucking trailer, idiot!" She hissed, spittle flying, "My only chance at not getting voted out tonight was winning, and now I'm screwed! You don't have to worry about that because everyone just loves you, huh? Well tough shit for me then! Who's gonna vote for anyone over the trigger-happy angry psycho!"

Eva suddenly shoved him away, nearly making Cody stumble as he tried to regain his footing. "Get lost."

Cody was pretty close to abiding by her dismissal, but something just told him that was wrong. As weird as it was to say, it was pretty obvious Eva was burying some stuff deep down - and lucky for him, he had experience dealing with this kind of shit for some reason.

She nearly bit his hand off as he approached again - if looks could kill he'd be six feet under no doubt - but that didn't deter Cody one bit.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry." He said simply.

With that and a friendly pat on the shoulder he departed, content to let Eva blow off some steam in whatever way she wanted to.

He turned around just quick enough to not see her shocked and guilty face.

—

Confessional: Eva

She didn't say anything, content to stare at the camera and occasionally glance down at her hands that laid limply in her lap.

—

"Okay," Chris began, "So first up: We ran out of marshmallows, so no sweet treats for you guys tonight."

No reaction. If Owen was here he might've thrown a fit, but as it was the most Chris received was a huff from Duncan and an eye roll from Gwen.

"I've reviewed the confessionals and I have to say, there's lots of hate on in this group! Which is awesome!" He then gained a catty look, throwing his hand into the air frivolously. "While I normally protect your privacy, in the spirit of airing your dirty laundry I'm gonna go live with your confessionals!"

A few concerned and amused glances were thrown towards Eva, who merely sat there stoically. A small Television popped up out of the ground for their viewing pleasure, and immediately began to play.

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Confessional: Heather

She glared at the camera. "Since Leshawna's immune, there's no other choice but rageaholic Eva!"

She even held up a picture of Eva that she had drawn devil horns and a beard on for good measure.

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Confessional: Duncan

"I vote for Eva because I am not dealing with another crazy chick on this island!" He crossed his arms defiantly and looked to the side before continuing. "Also Courtney'd have my head if I didn't vote with her on this one."

He didn't look too happy about admitting that last part, but shrugged his shoulders anyways.

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Confessional: Gwen

"Eva's a freak!" She spat, "So, see ya!"

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Confessional: Courtney

She clasped her hands together and looked towards the heavens as if God was listening in for her confessional. "Please, please, please Eva!" She begged, "I need that psycho freak away from me as soon as possible, which means I need her away from me now!"

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Confessional: DJ

"Eva's nuts," he said simply, shrugging, "Sorry girl."

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Confessional: Lindsay

She was rubbing her lip, uncaring of the camera that was filming.

"I just can't get over how smooth this is!" She exclaimed, "Anyway, I vote off Ava because she's scarier than Heather, LaQuiesha and Gwen combined.

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Confessional: Eva

She was unnaturally close to the camera, eyes trained firmly on the lens as she glared a hole into the viewers.

"I vote for Heather. She better be going home."

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Confessional: Bridgette

Bridgette rubbed her arm awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with the camera as best she could.

"I don't know," she muttered, "Eva's scary and all, but is she really that bad? Maybe she's just getting a bad rap, you know?"

She sighed. "I'd feel bad if I voted for her, but so many of the people here are my friends! I don't know, I vote for Tyler, I guess?"

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Confessional: Cody

"I vote for Eva!" He said plainly, awkwardly smiling, "I don't mind her - she really isn't that bad of a person! But she's probably the toughest competitor left, and I do want to win after all…"

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"Lots of dirt revealed there, huh?" Chris snarked, "But in the end, it was still seven votes against Eva! So, adios!"

Eva looked like she was about to blow up again - in fact, she looked really close to it. But by some miracle, she simply sneered at the ground, gave Cody and Bridgette a firm nod, and stomped off to the Dock of Shame to be taken back to Playa de Losers - not that anyone but Cody and Izzy knew that.

Her departure was a quiet one (outside of Tyler's accusatory shouts at Bridgette for voting for him and her desperate defenses), but it was one of the few that Cody had felt truly good about. It seemed like those few words he had spoken and those tiny actions he had taken were finally working out to help someone for the better.

Now only if he could get this kind of thing to work out with everyone…

You gain an inch, and you want a mile. How fitting.

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A/N: Missed my deadline, whoops! Only five days late though, that's gotta count for something! Finally getting back towards longer chapters which is nice.

A lot of people thought Geoff or someone else would be returning over Eva, but nope! I figure if they didn't bring Beth or Courtney back in the original for drama, then they wouldn't bring Geoff back here if the tension was more or less resolved by this point - plus Eva needed her satisfying departure too!

As for a new deadline uhhh I'll try for the end of February but no promises!

Hope you all enjoyed! Make sure to review!