By popular demand, I present to you Trent and Lindsay's One-Shot, partly using Space Between Us' idea. Thank you for the support. Feel free to leave a review suggesting a couple, or just to leave your thoughts. Thanks for reading.

Trent X Lindsay

Trent sighed again, shaking his head. He looked back at the blonde behind him. They'd been stuck together on cooking duty for the wrap party of Total Drama Action. He had no idea why. How could Lindsay be trusted with food? He knew that no one really wanted to be around him, what with the Gwen thing and the number nine thing. Stupid Duncan... But still... Someone. Anyone would be a better choice, right?

"Troy, which one's the salt again?" came her voice from behind him.

"The white one..." he said slowly, turning to make sure she wasn't messing up that badly. As it turned out, part of the sink was on fire. "How did you..." he shouted, grabbing a fire extinguisher and putting out the fire, before turning back to her, "Sorry. Yes, the salt is the white one. There. No your right. Your other right, where I'm pointing. No that's a frying pan, oh let me."

As he finished up Lindsay's dish he found himself wondering, "Uh, Lindsay, what did you make exactly?"

"Oh, that's a cow a la Lindsay! Isn't it cute?"

"Yeah... Great..." Trent stroked his neck to stop himself from hurling. Not only was the meal atrociously burnt, the smell was nauseating, "What's in it?"

"Oh... Uh... Cows, like beef. You know I had a friend once-"

"What else is in there," he interrupted, "we don't want you killing anyone."

"Well I just put some stuff I found in the cupboards."

"Okay, that's a good start, but really we should be following the recipe."

"What recipe?"

"The one that says you should be making a cake."

"Ohhhh... That one. I thought that was just a cute picture."

Trent face-palmed, and turned back to his own dish. He had been stuck with the actual hard work, making a plate of ribs. It wasn't much but, hey, being trusted with something was nice. He had no idea how they were planning to feed everyone with just ribs and a cake, maybe the other guys had similar jobs. Maybe Chris would bring a truckload if anyone messed up. Maybe Chris was just doing this to get one final episode out of them. He looked around at the ceiling. No cameras...

"What are you looking for Thomas?" Lindsay asked, leaning her head on his shoulder, "Was it a fly? Because I think I saw a fly earlier. Oh my gosh that reminds me, one of my friends, Becky, once saw a fly when she was eating ice cream..."

By now Trent had zoned out. He was just staring at her. How had he not realised how pretty she was before? He must've been so obsessed with Gwen it just... Messed him up. Stupid Duncan. Still, he couldn't believe himself. Maybe it was this incessant yabbering about nothing. But that wasn't something he couldn't deal with. He just stared into her eyes, as hers fluttered around the room absentmindedly. She was probably a 9/10. 'Stop it' he told himself.

"So then we went to the hospital." she finished, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe.

"Uh, Lindsay?" he said, not breaking his gaze.

"Yes Timmy? she replied, smiling at him.

"Remember the last time we cooked together?" he asked, ignoring the fact that she said the wrong name again, and as it happened, it was the third name she'd called him

"No." she said happily, "Ooh, I should carry on cooking."

He shook his head once again, stopped to rub his aching neck, and watched her prodding her burnt pile of stink with a fork, smiling. He remembered the last time they cooked together. She almost killed him. The thought made him shudder.

"Y'know, Linds..." he started.

"Yuh huh?" Lindsay replied.

"Maybe you shouldn't complete that dish..."

"Why not?" she asked, pouting.

"Because the last time you cooked you almost killed me."

"Oh, right!" she exclaimed jumping up and down, "That's why this all felt so familiar!"

"Well, yeah, and I'd rather not have anyone dying here... Soo..."

"Oh," she sounded rather upset, as she finally realised what he was getting at, "I'll just toss this in the bin..."

Suddenly Trent felt a pang of guilt in his stomach, as she slid her creation into the trash. And just then, he had an idea.

"Hey, Linds?"

"Yeah..." she said dejectedly, her head lowered as she kicked her heels.

"I'm done with the ribs, what do you say we make the cake? Together."

"Oh yay!" she squeaked, "This will be so much fun!"

She hugged his face to hers, causing him to blush.

"Heh heh, yeah..."

Soon, Trent had collected all the instruments and ingredients they needed for the recipe, and Lindsay had just figured out how to put her apron on.

"Are we ready?" he asked.

"Yup!" she replied, holding up a wooden spoon in triumph.

"Great. It says here that we need to start the oven... I think I'll do that. You... Pour the flour, sugar, cocoa, and bicarbonate of soda into this bowl," he waved the bowl in front of her face, "then the pour all the other things into this bowl."

"Uh..."

"This is the flour, this is the salt, this is the cocoa, and this..." he looked at the bicarbonate of soda, "Is super-flour. Okay?"

"Oh... I was wondering what that was."

"Could've fooled me," he smiled at her, causing her to giggle. That lifted his heart a bit. Her laugh sounded so nice, so pure. Beautiful. He shook his head, and preheated the oven to 150°C.

"Like this?" he heard her say. He turned to see what she'd messed up. To his surprise, she'd managed to do it perfectly, save for the fact that her hat was on fire. He sprayed her with the fire extinguisher, laughing to himself.

"Hey," she shouted, trying to sound angry, but laughing to much to be convincing, "have some of this!" she threw some flour into his face. He laughed and wiped it from his eyes. He looked into her eyes. She looked into his. The laughter ceased.

"Ahem, time for the next step!" he said bundling the eggs, salt, milk, lemon juice, oils, vanilla extract, and boiling water to his bowl.

She cleared her throat, and set about mixing her bowl.

They went on for about five minutes in silence, before Trent said, "I think we should mix them together now."

"Okay." she replied, pouring her bowl into his and watching him mix it all together, her elbows on the table, and her head on her hands.

He looked down at her, and smiled. She smiled back, and then fell into a giggle for no reason in particular.

"Alright!" Trent said, excitedly, "This is ready for the oven!"

"Hooray!" she exclaimed, hugging him after he put it in "We did it!"

"We sure did! Yay us!"

"Yay us!" she broke the hug and looked into his eyes, "How long do we have until it's done?"

"About an hour," he said, checking his watch.

"Then we have time."

And with that, she kissed him. To her surprise, he kissed back, more forcefully, pushing her onto the table top, her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist.

Soon he broke the kiss, panting, "I didn't know you felt that way..."

"What way?"

"Nothing." he said, dismissing the thought and returning to the kiss.

Time seemed to go quickly, and Trent inadvertently checked his watch, "Oh, it's done!"

"Huh?" she asked, seemingly disappointed he had broken their make-out session.

"The cake. C'mon let's see if it worked."

She got off of the counter and stood behind him, watching him remove the cake from the oven.

"Perfect." he said, holding it up for her to see, "Now it's just the icing to do."

"I call dibs!" she said, grabbing green and red icing. He shrugged and let her do it. She had to be good at something.

"Done!" she said proudly just a few minutes later. Trent grabbed his handy fire extinguisher and put out the fire in the bin.

"Let me see," he said, and she stood aside. The cake had been covered in a thick layer of white, and on top of that was "T + L", the 'T' in green and the 'L' in red.

"Erm, that's very nice Linds..." he started.

"Thank you!" she replied kissing him.

"But this is for Total Drama. Not just us."

"Ohh..."

"Ah!" he said, grabbing some more icing. Lindsay peered over his shoulder. He'd turned the '+' into a 't' and added an 'o' and an 'a' between the letters. Then he wrote 'Drama' beneath that, "Perfect"

"Right." she smiled, turning him around and kissing him again.

"Wanna go get some actual cake just for us? And coffee?" he suggested.

"Perfect." she giggled, and held his hand as they left the kitchen, stopping only for Trent to put out one last fire on the fridge