All I Want For Christmas Is...

Title: All I Want For Christmas Is...

Summary: How some of my favourite Total Drama Island pairings spend their Christmas.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own TDI.

Pairings: Justin/Beth, Harold/Eva, Duncan/LeShawna, Noah/Gwen, Ezekiel/Izzy, Harold/Bridgette

Warnings: Some humour, fluff, language, all that good stuff

Winter-Rae: Last chapter. I was hoping to finish this before January ended. I just made it! This chapter is totally for The Kobold Necromancer. I promised fluff and here it is!

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All I Want For Christmas Is...

Chapter 6: A Hero: Harold and Bridgette

December 24th

Bridgette looked out the window of her bedroom and smiled. There were large fluffy flakes of snow slowly drifting down to the ground. Snowing was a good sign in her opinion. When it was snowing it meant that it wasn't as cold as if had been. So if it was warm out, that meant she and Harold would be walking down to the lake to go skating.

Bridgette loved to skate, she wasn't very good at it mind you, but skating was just like surfing in her mind. Only there was no surf board, just skates, and the water was frozen solid and it hurt like hell when you fell on it. But essentially it was the only way she could be on the water in the winter time, so it was better than nothing.

She always had fun at Harold's family cabin in the mountains. It was so nice and peaceful and secluded. What she loved the most about it was that she and Harold were up here alone. This meant that she had him all to herself and neither of them had to worry about work. That was a nice change from the usual hustle and bustle of their lives.

With her nursing job and Harold's teaching one, it was hard to get time off together. But this year, they managed it. Two whole weeks of just being in each other's arms, to Bridgette, it didn't get any better than that.

Speaking of being in each other's arms, it brought her back to what she was doing out of bed in the first place. She turned and threw another log in the fire place which sat in their bedroom and then returned to bed. She shivered and snuggled up closer to Harold who was sleeping soundly.

Or so she thought.

"You're toes are like ice," he told her.

"I know, warm me up please."

Harold wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Why don't you just wear socks to bed?" he asked her, "You're feet would stay warm that way."

Bridgette shook her head.

"I can't get comfortable with socks on in bed," she explained.

"What time is it?" Harold asked after yawning.

"Too early," she replied, "I just put another long on the fire; let's stay in bed longer today."

"How much longer did you have in mind?"

"Umm, all day."

"What about breakfast?"

Bridgette nuzzled him, making him smile.

"Not hungry."

In response, Harold's stomach growled. Bridgette sighed, but she was still smiling.

"Breakfast in bed," Harold said decidedly, "I'm going to make you breakfast in bed."

"Really?" the surfer girl asked, "You don't have too."

Harold got out of bed and pulled on his robe. He then leaned back in to place a kiss on her lips.

"Yeah, but I want too, what'll it be?"

"Pancakes," she replied, "With chocolate chips and some fruit."

"Would you like some Cool Whip with that your highness?" he teased her.

"Yum, yes please."

"Coming right up beautiful."

She giggled and waved to him as he set off downstairs to make breakfast for the two of them.


Harold rummaged around in the kitchen until he was successful in finding everything he needed for breakfast. He quickly made up the batter for the pancakes and while some of them cooked, he cut up some bananas, oranges, kiwis and strawberries for a fruit salad.

He knew Bridgette wouldn't mind if there were no apples in this salad. She had stopped eating apples altogether after they started dating, as much as she loved them. He had given up most meats for her as well. He knew that she knew when he had eaten meat and didn't like kissing him after the fact. She said it was just as bad as kissing someone who smoked.

While he wasn't too keen on giving up all meat he also wasn't keen on being compared to a smoker, but compromising was a big part about a relationship. And a relationship as special as theirs had been was worth every one.

Harold jumped slightly as a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist. He looked over his shoulder to see Bridgette smiling up at him.

"You were far away weren't you?" she asked, "Where were you?"

"Back at the reunion special," Harold replied, "You remember that?"

"How could I forget?" she replied, "It was like the island all over again. Only this time it was the 'all-star' season. I don't why Chris bothered calling it that anyway. All 22 of us were back for it. But more importantly that was where I finally managed to get my hands on you."

Harold smiled.

"You make it sound like I was out of reach or something?"

"Weren't you?" Bridgette asked, "Between trying to survive Courtney and avoiding nearly all of the guys on our team you were hard to track down."

"Only because certain team members refused to grow up," he replied, sounding annoyed, "DJ, Duncan and Geoff hardly left me alone."

"I showed them though right?" the surfer girl asked, a playful gleam in her eyes. Harold nodded. He had to agree with that point. Bridgette could be very persuasive when she needed to be and mischievous when the occasion called for it.


Bridgette stepped off of the boat onto the Dock of Shame and looked around. It was five years ago when she had stepped onto this dock the first time and it ended up taking her on a wild ride that she never forgot. How Chris had managed to get them all back on the island this time around was beyond her. They were all around 21 now and should be either starting their jobs or finishing school. She herself had a year left at university for nursing.

However Chris' offer had been very tempting. The chance to win a million dollars and if you made it to the top ten you ended up with twenty thousand dollars. She placed tenth on Total Drama Island five years ago so why couldn't she do it again. The money would help with school in a lot of ways.

"Welcome back Bridgette!" Chris greeted her, "Looking as sharp as ever."

"Thanks Chris, looking a little grey on top aren't you?"

Chris' hands flew to his hair and Bridgette heard some of the guys snicker. She arched an eyebrow. Duncan, DJ, Geoff and Harold were already there from her former Killer Bass team.

"Are the teams the same as before?" she asked. Chris nodded but he wasn't really paying attention. He had a compact in his hand and was checking to see if his hair really did look greyer than before. Bridgette stood with the guys.

"Hi Bridge!" Geoff greeted, "What's up?"

She smiled.

"Not too much."

"Hi Bridgette."

The surfer girl turned to see Harold smiling at her. He probably had changed the most out of the others. A little taller, he also filled out a little more too. His hair was slightly longer, which gave him a rugged look.

"Hi Harold, great to see you again."

"You too, you look awesome."

Bridgette giggled and quickly stopped herself. With the other guys watching her she didn't feel like explaining to them the butterflies in her stomach. She found it odd as she never thought that Harold, of all people, could have that effect on her. Whatever it was, she liked it.

"Thanks."


They hadn't been on the island for the reunion contest for two weeks before the guys started hassling Harold again. The pranks were similar to the ones they had done the first time around only some of them were worse. Duncan shaved off one of his eyebrows and Geoff had tried to draw on his face with permanent marker. Bridgette had put a stop to that one but was unable to stop the eyebrow shaving incident as she had been taking a jog around the island with Eva.

She and Eva had actually become friends while on the island this time around. Eva had mellowed out after taking a lot of anger management classes, she was actually running her own gym now. Once they returned to the cabin they saw Harold looking at his shaved eyebrow in a mirror.

"Idiots!" Harold snapped, "It's more than a little sad that five years has gone by and none of you idiots have grown up any!"

"It was just a joke," Duncan replied, "You're telling me no one pranks you in those college dorms."

"Nothing surprises me anymore," Harold growled, "You guys really suck."

"Whatever man."

"I'm sleeping on the gopher's cabin now," the nerd said, "Noah, Justin and Cody said I was welcome too. Putting up with you idiots is too much of a hassle."

Bridgette and Eva exchanged glances as Harold quickly packed his things. Duncan and the other two were snickering still. Bridgette found herself grow angry with them. She was never one to ever get mad at anyone but these guys had pressed on a nerve that she couldn't keep quiet.

"You guys are so immature," she said shortly, "I'm embarrassed to even call you guys my teammates. Harold has done nothing but try to help us win, he's probably the only reason why we're ahead right now."

The three exchanged looks.

"You know what, I'm not staying in here anymore either," she said decidedly, "I'm sure LeShawna, Izzy and Beth won't mind some company."

She packed her things with the guys watching in surprise. She then approached Harold and took his hand.

"Come on Harold," she said, "Let's go."

"Okay," he said, following after her. As they walked to the other cabin Bridgette felt his eyes on her.

"Thanks for standing up for me," he said, "You didn't have too you know."

"I know," she said, "But I'm just so sick of this stuff. We're not in high school anymore. You're such a sweet guy too. I just wish they would stop bugging you."

"I'm used to it," he said.

"That doesn't mean I have to like it," she replied, "I'll get them back."

"Don't do anything you might regret," he said, "You and Geoff were good friends last time we were here."

"Yeah, but he still needs to grow up," she said stubbornly. Harold laughed and patted her shoulder.

"You're a good friend Bridgette, thanks."

Bridgette smiled at him. She stood on her tip toes and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Night Harold."

Before he could reply she gathered her things and entered the girl's side of the Gophers cabin, blushing madly.


The following morning Bridgette sat with Harold for breakfast a playful smile on her face.

"Morning Bridgette," he greeted, "What's up?"

"Look," she said, nodding to the entrance. Harold looked but when he saw Geoff, DJ and Duncan enter he could hardly contain his laughter. Duncan's hair had been dyed pink. DJ had a marker moustache and Geoff was missing an eyebrow.

"You did this didn't you?" Duncan snapped, lunging at Harold. Bridgette planted herself firmly in front of Harold and put her hands out to stop Duncan.

"He did not," she said, "He's too nice for that. He never retaliates. I however think you look lovely in pink. It's so your colour."

Duncan stared at her in shock.

"You?"

She nodded.

"Wow, I'm strangely impressed."

Bridgette grinned.

"You and I could be a pretty good match," he said. She rolled her eyes.

"No thanks Duncan, I have my sights on another," Bridgette then sat on Harold's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, "One of the mad skills variety."

"Me?" Harold asked.

"Him!" the three said in shock. Bridgette grinned and kissed Harold passionately on the lips, taking the nerd completely by surprise. She heard LeShawna and Beth coo and then cheer for them.

"You go girl!" Beth chirped. Once their kiss ended Harold still looked fairly surprised.

"Me?" he asked again.

"Yes you," the surfer girl replied. But after she thought of how stupid it was of her to put herself out there like that, she added, not as confidently, "I hope you feel the same about me."

Harold ran his fingers through her hair.

"I do," he said, "You're awesome and you have mad skills too, like surfing and standing on your head and whistling through your nostrils! That's sexy."

Bridgette giggled.

"I can still whistle through my nostrils."

"Awesome!"


"Best day ever," Harold insisted, "I still think those three are still surprised I asked them to be my groomsmen."

Bridgette rolled her eyes.

"I just worry that Duncan is planning your bachelor party."

"LeShawna said she'd keep him under control," Harold replied. He was rather looking forward to marrying Bridgette. The wedding was this summer and nearly all the plans were done. He hadn't seen Bridgette's wedding dress yet but she assured him it was what she wanted so that was the main thing. They were getting married on Bridgette's favourite beach in her hometown and taking their honeymoon in Hawaii, a place he had always wanted to see.

"Hey Bridgette?"

"Yes?"

"You ever think about having kids?"

Bridgette was surprised by this question as it was the first time he had ever brought it up since they got engaged. When she was little she often thought about her wedding day and the time where she would have a child; but the fact that it could become a reality any time was both thrilling and nerve wracking for her.

"Um, yeah, sometimes, why?" she asked. He shrugged and placed some pancakes on two plates for them. He then dished out some fruit onto them. She took one of the plates and sat of the sofa, patting the spot next to her. He joined her.

"I would like to have a baby," he said.

"Well I think that job is left up to me," she teased him, "Unless there's some freaky medical breakthrough in the next couple years that will enable men to have babies. Sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie."

Harold laughed.

"That would be freaky," he agreed, "But you know what I meant."

"Of course I did and I know you'd like to have a baby," she said, feeding him a piece of kiwi from her plate, "You love kids."

"Do you think I'd be a good dad?" Harold asked her, "And a good husband?"

"Sounds to me like someone is having second thoughts," Bridgette pointed out. Harold shook his head.

"No way, never, I love you and I want to marry you," he said, "I guess I'm just nervous. No one has ever depended on me before."

The surfer girl chewed her food thoughtfully for a moment before answering. She set her plate down and took his hands.

"Harold, I love you too," she said, "If I didn't think this was going to work out I wouldn't have said yes. While I like to consider myself to be independent, and I know that doesn't bother you, I do depend on you for certain things. For example I depend on you for keeping my heart safe because it belongs to you now. I'll depend on you to be there for me and I'll do the same for you. We're in this thing together after all. Deal?"

Harold grinned and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

"Deal," he whispered.


December 25th

Bridgette was very pleased that the warm weather was continuing. She and Harold had exchanged their gifts after deciding they would go ice skating afterwards. Bridgette had bought a surfboard for Harold which she helped to make. It was similar to her yellow and red one; only the colours were opposite; mostly red with yellow designs on it. Harold's gift to her was a book of haiku poetry which she had become an avid read of since dating him. On the front cover he even wrote one for her; 'My sweet love Bridgette. You are in my heart, all times. I love you forever.'

"As corny as your poems can get they really get the point across," she said kissing him. Harold grinned.

"What can I say, I'm a solid romantic."

"And I wouldn't have you any other way."


After that was done they walked, hand in hand, down to the small lake by the cabin. Harold had prepared it for skating a couple days ago with her help. They sat on the stumps and laced up their skates.

"Looks awesome," Harold said. He was the first on the ice and he took the time to perform a few of his figure skating moves for Bridgette.

"Show off!" she teased as she stepped out onto the ice and glided towards him.

"Skills my dear Bridgette," he replied with a grin, "Skills."

She rolled her eyes and skated around the ice.

"It's colder than I thought," Harold said to her, "I left my gloves at the shore. Be right back."

"Okay."

So while he returned to the shore to grab the forgotten gloves. She started to skate towards the other side of the lake.

"Bridgette," she heard him call out, "Careful over there."

"Why?" she replied.

"The ice might not be strong enough."

"Okay."

She started to skate back towards him when a she heard a noise that chilled her right to the core; a loud crack from beneath her. She froze on the spot and looked up towards Harold. He was looking at her and she could tell from the look on his face that he knew she was scared.

"Don't move!" he told her urgently, "I'm coming!"

"Harold!" she cried, her voice shaking. Another crack sounded out and she felt her eyes wells up with tears. What if she fell through? She had heard horror stories about people who fell through the ice and couldn't get back up. What if that happened to her? Her fear and panic started to get the better of her.

"Bridgette!" Harold yelled out, sensing her fear, "I'm here, calm down. I won't let anything bad happen to you. You're going to be okay."

She looked at him and nodded. He was moving towards her very slowly, all the while she was hearing small cracking noises from the ice below her. She could fell tears running down her cheeks but didn't dare to reach up and wipe them away. She was too afraid that any movement might cause the ice to give way.

Harold was only a few feet away from her now but another large groan from the ice made him stop. He was smiling at her, trying to keep her calm.

"Hey," he said, "See, I'm here."

Bridgette nodded and tried to smile back.

"You're doing awesome," he said, "I'm going to reach out to you now and I need you to take my hand okay?"

She nodded. Harold slowly reached out his hand to her and only when he nodded did she start to reach back. Another crack came and Bridgette felt the ice give way. However Harold grabbed her hand, pulled her hard and then shoved her in the direction of the shore. She fell down on the ice and turned just in time to see Harold fall through.

"Harold!" she yelled. She started to move back to him.

"Stop!" he told her, his teeth already chattering, "You'll go down too, I'll come to you."

"How!" she cried, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

"Just stay there."

Harold reached out his arms on the ice and started to shimmy his way out of the water. Bridgette was shocked at how calm he seemed to be in this situation, she was sobbing uncontrollably at the thought she might lose him. She was quickly working off her skates so she could pull him to the shore and get him back to the cabin.

He had managed to get most of his body out of the water and was close enough for her to grab him. She quickly grabbed him around the wrists and pulled him to the shore. He was shivering uncontrollably as she worked off his skates and put on his boots. She then pulled on her own and helped him to his feet.

"You're s-s-so br-brave," he told her. She wrapped an arm around his waist and then wrapped one of his around her shoulders.

"Walk with me now," she sobbed, "We have to get you warm."

"You g-got it."


The walk back to the cabin seemed to take forever for Bridgette. Once they got inside she rushed to get Harold up to their room. She then quickly pulled off his freezing wet clothes and made him get under the covers. She then put more logs on the fire and then she herself stripped.

"What a nice sight," Harold teased her from bed.

"That's not funny!" she replied harshly, "I can't believe you're making jokes!"

"S-sorry."

She got into bed with him and pulled him close to her. His whole body was like ice, she hoped her own body heat would help to warm him. She rubbed his back with her hands and hoped the fire in the fireplace would heat up faster.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him.

"Tired."

"Stay awake," she insisted.

"You have to help me then," he replied.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked him.

"Tell me a story or something."

Bridgette, who was still fighting back her tears, couldn't think of anything.

"I don't know any."

"Tell me what our first baby is going to look like."

Bridgette held him closer.

"Umm, well, the first one is going to be a boy," she said, "He's going to have a head full of auburn hair, like yours. Only he'll have my eyes. He'll have all the mad skills his father has and be the sweetest kid ever."

"What's his name?"

"Kyler," she replied, "And then our second one will be a girl. She's going to have blonde hair like me and your beautiful green eyes. She's going to be a daddy's girl and everyday you come home she's going to want you to play with her. We'll call her Ocean."

"Promise?" Harold asked her. Bridgette held his face in her hands and kissed him over and over again.

"I swear it."

"I love you Bridgette."

"I love you too!"


December 26th

Once she felt that Harold was warm enough she quickly called the nearest hospital, which happened to be an hour away. The doctor on the phone was very assuring, telling her that she had done the right thing in keeping him warm and calm.

"Should I bring him in?" she asked.

"How's he doing?"

"Fine, he's sleeping now and his temperature is normal."

"Keep an eye on him we'll send an ambulance to check up on the two of you."

"Okay, thank you. It's the Maddock cabin."

"I know that place."

Bridgette hung up the phone and hurried back to Harold's side. He was awake now and sitting up in bed with a blanket wrapped around him. She crawled into bed next to him.

"I called the hospital, they're sending some people up to check on us."

"Good idea, I'm feeling much better."

"Are you hungry?" she asked him.

"A little, but are you okay?"

Bridgette didn't reply.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I was stupid, I shouldn't have even suggested going skating."

"You couldn't have known," she replied, "You checked the ice and it was fine."

"I've been on that lake hundreds of times, I should have known better. Gosh! I'm such an idiot!"

"Hey!" she said, "No you are not! It was an accident. It could have happened to anyone. You think I blame you? No way. You saved us both. You kept me calm and it was your quick thinking that got us out of there fast. You can't foresee stuff like this Harold. Sometimes bad things happen."

"I'm just glad it was me that went through and not you," he said.

"What does that mean?" she asked, "you think it would have been easier for me to get over possibly losing you?"

"I didn't say that."

"Well that's what it sounded like!"

Bridgette got out of the bed and started to pace the floor. More tears were welling up in her eyes, breaking Harold's heart. He hated seeing her cry.

"Bridgette, I'm sorry. I don't know what I meant by that. I just hate seeing you hurt."

"Losing you would hurt me the most," she told him, "You need to understand that. Protecting me from getting hurt only hurts you and that's what kills me the most."

"A vicious cycle," he mused. She nodded. Harold suddenly smiled.

"What?" she asked.

"I think we're pretty good for each other."

Bridgette approached him and placed her hand on his forehead.

"You don't have a fever," she mused.

"No, just listen," he said, "Seeing each other in pain hurts us, in my opinion that's a really strong bond. I think we have something here."

"I know we do," Bridgette replied, "When you fell through that ice, I thought for a moment that it was over. I don't think I could ever love anyone the way I love you."

She straddled his lap and held up her hand with her engagement ring on her finger.

"I'm only doing this once," she went on. Harold cupped her face with his hand.

"I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

He pulled her to his chest and ran his hands along her back.

"I plan on growing old with you Harold," Bridgette told him, "Like I said before, we're in this together."

Harold nodded.

"I love Christmas," he mused, "Of course I have the best gift of all."

"What's that?" she asked him.

"You, my hero."


Winter-Rae: I'm so happy with this chapter. I don't care if anyone hates it. I loved it. These two together friggin makes me melt! Anyway. Here ends my fic. I don't know if anyone noticed but if you go back and look at the chapter titles it fits in with the title of the fic. I'm creative like that..lol. Not really but thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, faved, all that jazz! What's next from me? More oneshots and an actual fic? Who knows, the sky is the limit. Cheers!