Sorry it's been so long. I've been gone two of the last three weeks.

This chapter was the one that started the entire story. I wanted to expand, a long time ago, on the breakdown between these two females. However, I wanted a good back story. My first idea was to *selfishly*, write a version of TDI with a character loosely based off of myself to replace Ezekiel and accidentally drove a wedge in. And don't worry; the OC wasn't going to win the million. He was going to finish 8th, I think…

Then this story, somehow, came about. I think it was because of the severe lack of Mature Yuri fics in the TD section, and a very severe lack of Yuri TD fics with plot.

The songs that inspired this chapter was originally 'That's Off The Chain' by Selena Gomez. Now it's that and 'Slow Down', also by Selena Gomez. Love her new album.

With no further adue, for my, *Personally*, most anticipated chapter, HERE WE GO!

-Total Drama Island-Episode 18 of 26-Lindsey's POV-

"Can I see that for a second?"

I nodded, handing the flyswatter to my girlfriend. She took it, and a fit of anger, slapped my leg with it. "Careful where you're flipping those things next time!"

"Sorry Heather."

She stared at me through her dark sunglasses, sitting up on the dock and looking at me. Behind the shades, I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

A very loud noise filled the air. It sounded like a duck call a bit. "What was that?"

Heather put her finger up to her mouth, looking out to the woods. I put my finger to my mouth also, but it didn't tell me what the noise was. Strange.

"BABY COME BACK, SOMETHING SOMETHING SOMETHING, COME BACK TO MEEEEEE!"

"Is that Geoff?"

Heather nodded affirmatively. "How weak."

"Would you cry over me if I left?"

The Korean female slid her glasses up atop of her head. Her eyes looking straight at me. "I'm not sure. I think the shock that you were gone would keep me from feeling that hurt, until you had been gone a long time."

She said something caring, I think, but very Heather-like. "Ah. I'd cry for you too Heather!" I leaned in and wrapped my arms around her torso, smiling. We could always be together.

"Lindsey. Cameras are watching!" She whispered very hoarsely.

I immediately pulled back, standing up and brushing myself off nervously. "Ahhh, Poor Geoff. It must be tough for him to go through this!" Hopefully that distracted the camera.

"Since they started up their 'guys alliance'." Heather stated. Apparently she said something to Gwen. I didn't catch it all though while talking to myself. "He's no fool. He needs Geoff's vote to stay in the game."

"Hey! I got an idea! Maybe we should try forming a girl's alliance again!" It might not have worked last time, but try and try again! Now who was it that said that?

Heather face-palmed. "Ugh. Trying the same route multiple times is the mark of a crazy person."

"Like Izzy?" I asked.

"Yes. Like Izzy."

"Like your unc-"

She swatted me again, her cue that I should shut up. "Yes. Like any crazy person."

"NYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEYYYYYNNNNN!" The sound of the camp's speakers feeding back on each other filled the room, and I gripped my ears in pain. "Morning campers! Today's challenge awaits you at the Arts and Crafts center!"

-10 minutes later-

"It looks more like the 'arts of crap' center."

"Yeahhhh, it used to be an outhouse, but we needed somewhere for Chef to park his road hog." The black-haired host kicked the door open, and inside was a motorcycle, looking redder then any other motorcycle I had seen on this island! "Isn't it so red and perfect Heather!?"

"Yes. Yes it is." She drew her face into a cunning smile. She probably thought of something.

"Which brings us to today's challenge! Building your own wheels!"

Chris began telling us on how we would need to build a bike. He tossed some book thing to Heather. But before I could even ask what it was… "EWWWW! It's furry!" Heather tossed the book, and Izzy caught it. "Ooooh, nice. It's got mold spores. How about it Gwen? Huh!? Huh!? Whaddya think about this!?"

Gwen nervously shifted about. "Uh, yeah…really cool."

"Freaks. Lindsey, you and I get first dibs!"

"Ah, that's so sweet of you Heather!" I walked over to the pile of bike pieces, picking up a pair of handlebars.

"I'm going to make my Dream bike! Yeah baby!"

I smiled at Omar. That gave me the perfect idea! "Ahh, Me to! You see, every year at Christmas I asked for a 'Sunset Sally'. But I never got one…" I frowned a bit.

"REALLY!? Santa never got you, your…your Christmas wish!?"

"Man, that just ain't right!" I could hear DJ start to cry.

"Ah, thanks guys. But now I can build one of my own! Right Heather!?"

Heather tossed a pair of wheels out of the pile. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever you want to build is fine with me. Just make sure it is fast!"

-Confessional Camera-Heather's POV-

"The guys think that they are SO stealth. Building their little alliances. But the last voting ceremony showed that Lindsey, Izzy, and I make a MUCH better alliance then the four of them. We'll make it much, much farther. But it's kinda 'cute' how they squabble over it. However, why work on your own bike alone, when you could get someone else to work on it with you?"

-Heather's POV-

"Excuse me, Lindsey." I grabbed her and pulled her up next to me. "You see that bike in their?" I whispered, pointing into the Arts and Crap center, as Duncan had appropriately named it. "The one with all the fancy exhausts and stuff? Dismantle it." I handed her a two-ended wrench.

"But what about my bike? I want to win it to."

"Of course we both do. But look at it this way. I'll get working with you on yours right after we get mine done with. Deal?"

She twisted her face a bit. I wonder if she didn't fully believe me. "Deal, I guess…"

"Come on Lindsey." As we walked in, I closed the door behind us. "We're girlfriends! Would I steer my lover wrong?" Quickly, I planted a kiss on her check, watching the blonde blush a light shade of pink.

-Confessional Camera-Lindsey's POV-

"Ok. Maybe I'm wrong, but I think Heather has always been trustworthy to me before. That I know of…"

-Heather's POV-

I grabbed the exhaust pipe, and using the blowtorch that had been on the wall, carefully welded it onto the metallic frame of the bike. "That's that one. I'll save the other one for Lindsey's bike, unless…" Using my hands, I pushed the pair of dirt-stained glass goggles off of my eyes, calling to her underneath Chef's Road hog. "You want a exhaust for your bike also, right? I could install one now right now for you, if you want?"

"No thanks Heather. I just want mine to look like the Sunset Sally I remember! But thanks for offering!" She slid out from underneath the bike, her face stained with grease. "Look what I found Heather! It's an ugly doll with pretty black hair, just like you! I think I'm going to use her for my bike."

That comment kind of hurt. She had always said she thought I looked beautiful, but suddenly she was back-pedaling and saying that only my hair looked good?

"Um…cute. Just get back to dismantling the bike."

"I think I screwed that up. Let me try again. This ugly doll has pretty black hair like you have! How did that sound?" I sighed.

-Lindsey's POV-Confessional Camera-

"I think sometimes I say the wrong thing. Once I told my math teacher that his hair piece looked cute like my dog's but. But he didn't know that my dog has such a cute little but. He totally took it the wrong way!

-Heather's POV-Confessional Camera-

"It's things like that. Small things that irk me. It's not nearly enough for us to break off what we have going, but it sure does get annoying. That, and her keep calling me Hannah, yet she seems to have everyone else's name down." The raven-haired female crossed her arms, looking upwards in thought. "Come to think of it…why doesn't she have my name learned yet? She was screaming it that one night." Her eyes landed back on the camera, realizing it was recording. "In pain…that is. Dang, why did Chris have to put a lock on the tape compartment?"

-1.5 hours later-Heather's POV-

"Let's judge the rides!" My eyes watched the narcissist as he approached my bike. "Simple, very aerodynamic. Nice"

I beamed back. "It only ways TWO ounces!"

"Like her brain." I scowled over my shoulder at LeShawna.

"LeShawna. Seriously? You didn't even get anything built?"

Ghetto moron groaned. "I've never built a bike before! How do you expect me to build one now!?"

"I bet you've never even ridden a bike."

She looked downward. "Um…that doesn't matter!"

Now my eyes followed closely as he went to Lindsey's machine. For some odd reason, she was so hung up on the Sally-bike thing that she got minimal parts form the stripping. While that made it easier for me, it also concerned me for her vulnerability.

Her smile stretched to her ears, I swear. "Go ahead! Ring the bell!" The host scratched his chin, and gently tapped the bell. My blonde buxom was bursting at the seams with joy. It was a bit soothing to see her so happy, yet still, nerve-racking at her lack on knowledge. "The actual bike would make horse-like sound effects, but still!"

"Yeah. Hey, does anyone know where Gwen and Izzy have ran off to?"

A pair of feminine screams could be heard in the woods.

"Oh well, their loss. Because we are going to race these babies! HARD!"

I knew this would happen. "Awesome! Mine and Lindsey's bike were built totally for speed! Right!?" It was my turn to burst with happiness from the seams, just not in a Lindsey-type way.

"Totally!"

"That's great! But you'll be switching you bikes with other people's! Yeah. Cruel twist, huh!? See you at the beach!"

I looked at the host in shock, and cursed under my breath. This shot my chances down, terribly so.

-Lindsey's POV-

"Okay! Here's how it works! Everyone here will pick a name out of this helmet to see who's bike they are riding. If your bikes makes it across the finish line, You get to ride it for the final round. If you win the final round, you will earn invincibility."

I took a card out of the helmet. By the time I had gotten there, only two cards were left. However, when I found out who's bike it was I would be riding, I nearly jumped with joy. "Hey lookie Heather! I got your bike!"

She looked at the card in her hand, and crushed it. Did that anger her or something? "Lindsey, that's great." She turned around, again, one of her scarier faces staring back at me. "If you cross the finish line on my bike, I'll get to ride for invincibility. So, if it looks like you are loosing the race, press the small red button."

"Okay. But what about me and my bike?"

She clinched the card tighter in her fist, a very angry look over her face. "Have you seen DJ's bike I bet it won't be able to move. And THAT'S what I've been stuck with!"

"Oh, sorry to hear that Heather. Anyways, I'm off! Bye!" I ran off to grab her bike. Sure, it wasn't MY bike that I made, but it was the next best thing!

"Now, before we get started, has ANYONE seen Gwen and Izzy?" I raised my hand, then brought it back down, not remembering what I was going to say. No one responded. The two of them must be off somewhere if not with us. Maybe Heather had them leave?

"Get on your bikes!" Quickly I grabbed Heather's bike, swinging my right leg over it and sitting on the seat. "On your marks!" I looked at everyone else, and at the road ahead. "Get set-Paramedics on Standby…" I looked at the finish line on the other end of the beach. "GO!"

I forcefully pushed the left pedal down, in turn pushing the right pedal upward. Working a motion thoroughly, the bike took off in a straight direction. The wind started to press against my face and sand got into my eyes, forcing me to close them. Only I couldn't see as well when I closed them.

"I know this is messed up, but, YE-HAW! THIS IS ONE BLOOMIN' RIDE!"

I smiled at Dunny as I pulled up beside him. "I know, right!?" Even HE liked my bike.

He opened his mouth to reply, when there was the sound of something really loud behind us. I looked over my shoulder, and something big, white and gray zoomed by, throwing countless amounts of sand onto me. Whatever it was, it moved to fast for me to pedal up to. Now…Heather said something about a button, right? What would it have done again?

Ignoring that, my eyes glanced at a small red flag poking out from a pile of sand by the finish! I won…kinda. The other person went by so fast that he won, and I couldn't tell who it even was! I got off quickly, turning and looking for Heather. Surely she won also, right? Maybe she was the person who went by real fast?

A loud scream captured my attention, and I looked behind me, as a large plume of sand rushed around the island toward us. I threw my arms up, hoping that it would see me and move away.

It didn't. The sand plume suddenly stopped, and Owen was flung off of it, onto the Chef. Chris said something about a motocross, and drove off. It all happened so fast…

"Wasteful piles of mental garbage"

I walked up carefully to my girlfriend, tapping her on the shoulder. "Hey, I won for you."

She looked over her shoulder at me, her aggravated look dieing down a bit. "That's great Lindsey."

"And your hair still looks so nice! My hair is like a rat's next after going that fast." I sighed. I could just run my hand through my hair and tell that it would take HOURS to brush it clean.

"Your hair is only secondary in importance. After this challenge, we can brush our hair like we always do. However, right now…" Heather wrapped her right arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. She poised her left hand in the air, as if she was motioning to some great invisible thing that I couldn't see. "The goal is for us to make it to the finish. If I get invincibility, I can get my alliance to kick out anyone we want!"

"I thought it was 'our' alliance?" I turned my head to face her.

"Right, 'OUR'. Sorry."

-Heather's POV-

My hands firmly gripped the handlebars. Lindsey, Owen, and Duncan engaged in some small talk, but I started strategizing as how I would overcome my opponents.

Owen's machine was built close to the ground. It was sturdy, and wouldn't break apart unless acted upon by a force underneath the bike. However, it was kind of slow. I could outpace him. Duncan's was different. I saw how fast the overweight boy had gone on that thing, and that was WITH extra weight. If necessary, I could let him pull up beside me and kick him off or something?

A familiar, annoying voice interrupted my thoughts. "CAMPERS! WELCOME TO THE MOTOR-OTOR-TOR-OR-R CROSS-ROSS-OSS-S CHALLENGE!" My eyes turned toward the narcissist. "Using your own bikes, you'll race the course while avoiding hidden pit-falls. Like dodging landmines." An explosion rang out on the course ahead, accompanied by a stream of smoke drifting into the atmosphere. "Maneuvering through an oil slick, and lastly, jumping over the piranhas!" I briefly wondered how he got the money for all of these death traps.

"Oh, and one more thing. First one to cross, wins invincibility. Last one across gets voted off the island. Just without the votes. No campfire ceremony. No drama. Do not pass 'Go', do not collect 200 dollars, or a marshmallow. Just straight to the Boat of Losers!"

I leaned over to my blonde accomplice. "Listen. This is a deathtrap. We'll have to stick together. So, here's the plan. We'll let the other two go through the courses and find ways through. One of us will get across the piranhas at the end, leaving the other one to win immunity."

"Great idea! I thought it would be a great idea if I won!"

I thought for a second. Yeah, I'd have no problem with her winning. But that would mean that either I would really have to screw up and probably get sent home.

"Great idea in theory. However, if I go down, who's going to come up with all the strategies?"

"Oh. Your right."

"Relax. I have no problem if you do, honestly, win. But for the sake of safety, let us try and get both of us across, regardless of order. If the piranhas don't eat us, then Owen or Duncan will be cast off, and we both make it to the next week."

-Lindsey's POV-Confessional cam-

"Heather's really smart! It's great to have my angel as a good female friend! What would I do without her!?"

-Heather's POV-Confessional Cam-

"I have no idea if she will come in second, or me, for that matter. What does matter is that we are the first two across, and hopefully, the only two across. The last two weeks have proven, invincibility is everything!"

-No time elapse-Heather's POV-

"I can almost taste marshmallows. Can't you Lindsey?"

"Mmmm, YES!" The look on her face was very familiar to the look of ecstasy. The look that I enjoy painting on her face.

"Oh racers, take your positions!" Everyone's eyes drew back to Chris, holding his hand up in the air. "AND GO!"

I held back right away, letting the men ride off. I think that Duncan had the same strategy, because while he pulled behind Owen, he was surely holding back considering the speed he had earlier. I kept my eyes fixated over the first hill, hoping that the men would have a path cleared for us.

"WHAAAAA!" Another large explosion rang out, and what sounded like fatso flew through the air and landing a LONG ways away.

As Lindsey and I pulled over the first hill, every other mine in the vicinity was activated, and I could see another plume of sand that could only be generated by the speeds that Duncan's bike could make. He was pulling away, and moving so fast that the mines weren't affecting his bike! Was this a flaw on my part?

I pulled even with Lindsey, the two of us arcing over various mine-blown holes in the sandy track. However, I guess some mines were left over, and Lindsey suddenly vanished from my side, screaming in joy at the prospect and 'rush' of being thrown hundreds of feet into the air.

The next noise that came to my ears was the sound of something falling into oil. I looked ahead, slamming on the breaks and trying to reduce my speed before getting to the oil slick. Duncan had already wiped out inside of it. To much speed and not enough control. My plan was back on track.

"YEAH!" Lindsey randomly landed in front of me, back wheel first. The mop she had used for the bike's 'tail' dragging in the upcoming slick, clearing a 'safer' path ahead.

I crouched a bit lower, letting my hands off the breaks and briefly pulling even with her after passing the oily substance. Just then, she slammed her breaks on, hard. I don't know what came over her. Maybe fear at the jumping piranhas. Regardless, I took this as my chance, slamming my elbow into the red button.

Her rapidly diminishing momentum was enough to launch her almost across the entire pool, her wooden rear wheel snagging on the outermost lip. However, the motor in MY bike had the opposite effect on momentum then her breaks did. The entire world went sky-blue, and my bike smash-landed onto the ground at the finish, jarring my body. I didn't realize it had been so tense until that impact rocked me.

"We have our winner! Heather!" I slammed the breaks back on, killing the engine and spinning the machine around, drifting the speed out of it. Relief flooded my brain and body. Three weeks straight of winning incivility for me. Two in a row for Lindsey.

"YAAAY! We did it!" Lindsey must of pulled her bike off the lip of the pool and rode it to second behind me. "We won! We're safe!" She grabbed my arms tightly, and it looked like she would try to pull me in for a kiss. On International TV. Again.

"That's not exactly true." My gaze shifted to the mid-30's host. "You see, Heather IS safe because her bike crossed the line first. However, because Owen crossed without his bike, and Duncan wiped out, the last person to cross the line, was you, Lindsey." His grin spread to wide for my comfort, and my cool relief dropped away to searing anger. "Lindsey, babe, it's dock of shame time for you!"

"Ok…I'm so confused." I looked at my girlfriend, holding one hand to her face and scratching that arm with the other.

"It means…" I dragged out slowly. "I can't save you from elimination."

My plan failed. My eagerness to continue clouded my judgments. For the first time, I had the wrong strategy. And because of that, it was going to cost me the most dearest thing ever.

"Actually Heather. You could keep Lindsey on. All you have to do is give up your invincibility. Then Lindsey will be safe from any farther harm, and will be able to go on through the game." His mouth contorted to a seemingly evil grin. "But then, that would be the end of the line for YOU Heather. You would be the one to go."

I looked at Lindsey, who seemed to be grasping the notion, but was in shock just as much as me. "But…I won. I helped to build your bike." She grabbed my wrist, holding it affectionately.

I paused for a minute. Give up everything I've learned to love, and continue on, hoping that, with a weakened alliance, I could still earn money to protect me from any other crazies. Or, let my girlfriend continue, maybe never get to see her again, and I'd live the rest of my life in fear until someone did kill me.

This must be what it feels like to have the weight of the world pressing down on one's self. "I…I can't give it up."

"But, we were going to the Final 3 together! Heck, Final 2!"

"Guess we're not." I stated, defeated.

"Aren't you even sad? We're like, Best Girlfriends ever!" The words I said earlier this very day stuck me in the face. I didn't feel remorse yet, true. It was just to mind-numbing. "Don't answer that. You said you wouldn't feel sad." I looked again at the busty female, who had just answered her own question.

"I guess this means that we won't be best female friends for life." She gasped. Something was clicking inside of her limited mind.

"I can't believe you said that! We even pinky swore!" I crossed my arms, trying to put up a cool-calm-collected picture out to the rest of the world.

"Are you saying that I've been helping you all this time, and you didn't even like me!?"

My mouth dropped. How could she ask that!? What we had, what I had done for her even!

"Go ahead Heather! Tell everyone what you really thing about me!" She was pushing it. Our first TRUE fight would be our last.

For myself, personally, I could see where this was going. Time seemed to slow down and the guilty feeling I ran from fro years crept back into my skull. I had to lie to protect myself, and her. "Um. Not really." She gasped, taking a step back. She forced me into it. I sliced her innocence deeply, and didn't even want to.

"Your saying, you were only here to become a celebrity!?"

I had to keep the act up. "Yessss." I let out through gritted teeth.

"Whoa. That's cold brah."

My gaze focused on Duncan, covered in purple and black oil. And everyone else. Even the TV crew. My rage was boiling, and I snapped back at the delinquent. "What, you're not must better! All you do is run around and scare the crap out of everyone!"

"Yeah!? Well, at least I'm STRAIGHT with people about how I feel with it. Telling it to their faces!"

"Whatever. I have invincibility!" I snapped back. "You, nor anyone else, can touch ME!"

LeShawnna's voice echoed in the background. "This week."

"You-You really are mean!" Again, my face turned toward Lindsey. "All those bad things that everyone said about you, is true! Beth was right about us, you, me! Why, you're nothing more then a Two-Face backstabbing Lying little Fucking Asshole, AND you're a Fucking Bitch!"

That was the first time I had EVER heard Lindsey swear. She hadn't tainted her language with profanity through her life, so when she did deliver it, it had added meaning. My blood ran cold, and I even took a step back, blinking to hold back a tear.

But she wasn't done. The roles in life were cruelly reversed. I had become the weak, emotional one out of us, and she was the fiery goddess, proven by the look of rage on her face, a emotion I didn't even know if she could feel. "I always told them they were wrong! I stuck up for you because I thought we were inseparable! But all of them are right! You really are a Two-Face backstabbing Lying little Fucking Asshole, AND you're a Fucking Bitch! And Guess what!? Whatever we had, Is OVER! DONE! FINISHED! I'd rather stare an entire day starring at Owen's but, then spend any time out with you!" I gasped. "And PS, your shoes are tacky."

That last line was a pointless blow, but she had vented out of her system. Laughter erupted from everyone else on the island, except Lindsey and I. Her face fell from her anger and rage, into a contortion of hopeless anger and sadness.

I had to look away. Her final emotional reaction, the one of hurting silence, cut me deeper then anything else. Instinctively, I shouted at everyone who was laughing. "Go jump in the piranha lake!" I turned around, walking away slowly. My mind numb, my heart cold, yet still feeling. It felt as if my cruel uncle, Allah curse his soul, had taken his sword and sliced it from my heart to my stomach, letting the blood pool inside my intestines. The sound of Izzy and Gwen screaming in the background was only lightly audible.

-Lindsey's POV-Confessional Camera-

"I don't know what came over me!?" The female buried her hands in her face. "I thought she was the best girl anyone could ever meet! But, Heather really is a Two-Face backstabbing Lying little Fucking As-"

-Heather's POV-Dock of Shame-

"Thanks for the support LaQuisha. And Gwench!" I sighed as my ex garbled up the names of my enemies once more.

"Take care girlfriend. If it makes you feel better, we would have kept you on." That was the female trash-compactor.

"Really? Thanks. Bye guys! I'll see you later, I hope." She walked up, closer toward me, but stopping beside Owen. "I think out of everyone still here, I'll miss you the most!" Like a baby, the overweight blonde grabbed her, and squeezed her tightly while bawling.

Yet, even that scene came to a close. She walked up next to me, who was standing right by the boat. The last person she would walk by. "Good luck Heather." She replied sarcastically, sounding more like me then herself. "I hope you get everything your Karma owes you." Her left hand raised in a tightened fist, save for her middle finger sticking straight up.

I was to numb to even respond as she walked away. "I'm ready to go!" She proudly stepped on the boat, and the last words I heard her say cut me worse then anything else.

"I hope I can meet up with Tyler again. He and I have a lot of catching up to do!"

-12 hours later-

I laid awake in my bed, the events of the afternoon and night replaying over and over in my head. I could put as much blame on the show, on Chris, on the challenge, or anything. But there was one thing that always came back.

I was the one who signed the contract joining the island. And I was the one who had to say the words that ruptured a whole in everything I had learned to love.

It was my fault. Just like whatever anyone had said in my younger years. My un-supportive parents. My classmates. My siblings. Anything that went wrong, where I was involved in my younger years, the blame was pinned on me.

And once again, they were all right.

It felt cold without another warm body beside my own. And silent. My feet seemed distant, dis-attached as I stumbled outside of the cabin. I just walked through the forest, waiting until I was away from everyone and anyone else.

And like that, tears of 16 years poured from my eyes. I collapsed onto the stump of a decapitated tree, the same one I and Lindsey had once discussed 'alliance' things on. The saltwater just poured out, expressing my anger and sorrow.

I don't know how long it was, or how loud. I didn't care. But I was aware of a pair of hands on my back, lightly tapping me.

"Relax. It will be fine."

I stood up, turning around to face the redhead. Izzy just smiled hap-heartedly. I didn't know who filled her in on the entire thing, but she was the only other person that knew about us that I had any 'reasonable' amount of safety with. My body collapsed into hers, and she pulled me close to her, hands gently massaging and patting my back like a true mother would as I emptied my soul, wordlessly, into her shoulder.

It's late. This chapter emotionally drained me. It was harder to write this then I thought.

I still have more chapters to go. We need to see the scars left from this, right? All you loyal reviewers, please do keep reviewing. The reviews help tremendously.