Emergency Love, Stat!

Warning: I wrote this fanfic at 2 am, so don't blame me if you find pervertiness and me crying laughing in the background. THat, and my accuracy of TDPI 2 isn't that well, so yeah...screw it. Unfollow in your own free will. Let's just say, don't taste each other's balls....*cries laughing*

Part I- Stablizing Relationships

Heaven Kent, Chris' newly hired emergency personelle, came walking up the weathered dock of Pahkitew island, a cup holder with two cups of coffee in her gloved hands. Her hair was bouncing with every step, the light reflecting the light brown highlights in her short, wavy, dark brown hair. Her brown eyes were bright, and framed with bulky, large glasses, and her eyebrows were dark and thick, pointed slightly down. Her thick, shiny lips were taunt, streched into a challenging, mischevious smile, her freckles having a party on her pink cheeks and round nose. Her uniform collar was popped, and a bright, sky blue, her name tag a blazing white, spelling her name in dull, black letters. The fabric of the uniform streched a bit from her breasts, the buttons barely holding the fabric from making her flash everyone. Her jeans were dark and stained with blood, dirt, and paint...torn and worn from years of hard work. Her converses maked a rythmic thum with every step. She stopped, and looked at the sadistic host before speaking, her voice a medium density, a calm, but firm tone, "Howdy ho," She greeted, in a slightly country accent,"I got some coffee for us so the day doesn't suck as bad." she commented,"I got your latte like you like. What should I do, wander around for a bit, or start setting up the F.A.A.E.(First Aid and Emergency) Tent?" Her hand reached out towards him, giving him is latte before it retracted and let her own Starbucks cup reach up to her lips and take a sip, clearly enjoying the coffee. Chris couldn't wait to break her, just like he did Chef. He still didn't completely break Chef yet, even after six seasons of Total Drama. He smiled, watching her enjoy a few sips of her coffee before waiting on his answer. Her beautiful brown eyes searched his cold, black eyes for an answer, her demenor changing quickly from friendly to buisness-like in a few seconds. Chris smiled, he was most definatly going to enjoy breaking her this season, but they were going to get along just fine. He straightened his hair, "You've already been more useful than chef today kiddo," She glared at him, "I'm thirty-two Chris, two years older than you..." He chuckled. She only looked about 24, "Right, anyway....do whatever. The contestants don't get her for another few hours or so, so..." Heaven's eyebrows shot up, "Who's "Chef"?" she mimed, then took another sip of her coffee, yawning. Chris smiled,and motioned her to follow him towards their cabins, "I forgot to introduce you to him before...He's the loud, mean, and intimidating Master Chef of Total Drama..." Her eyebrows rested back to their original posions, "Ok-ay...so when do I meet hi-" She came face to mid-abdomin to a large, muscular black man. A growl came from him, and Heaven backed up,"I'm so sorry...uhm...I didn't see you there..." Her arms flew up in defence. She took a breath, then looked up at his face. The man had a monobrow, and a scowl directed towards Chris. His apron hugged his body nicely, and he wore a light green shirt with the sleeves evenly rolled up to his elbows. His pants were dark green, and were cut evenly to compliment his black boots. He had muscles...lots and lots of muscles that peeked at her. She ignored their conversation, to engrossed in looking at the man's body. Chris bit his lip to keep from cracking up at Heaven...she was completely ingrossed on Chef's apperence. Chef looked at him, his anger and irritation turning into confusion. Chris smiled, "This," he paused for a cheesy, dramatic effect,"is Chef. Chef, Heaven." Chris cleared his throat, and Heaven smiled, her cheeks turning red, "H-hi." Her voice trembled, not just from fear, but from...something else. Her hand came out for a shake, trembling as she held it out. Chef took it, not paying much attention to her, but her looks. She was interesting, and pretty bold for checking him out right in front of Chris, and she also had a decent handshake...not like the rest of the women he'd worked with over the years. She was a bit scared of him, but she fought the urge to run off, like Chris probably wanted her to do. Her stomach was apparently training for the olymics, because it was flipping and turning in oceans of hydrocloric acid and digested food. Chef's eyes were a lock, and she was locked in. She smiled a bit, because she could see a little bit of his soft side coming through, but he broke contact. She frowned, and looked down. Maybe she did something wrong? She ran her left hand through her hair, combing it manually. Chris smiled sadisticly, before dragging the newest addition of the Total Drama crew through a tour of the island before his latest batch of victims got there.  Heaven went into the confessinal, squirming around. She didn't know what to say, but she wanted to say something. Her voice wavered in nervousness, and awe, "Holy crap...Chef's just...wow. Just....Wow." she muttered,"Well, I found my reason to stay..." she shook her head. I'm talking to myself...She groaned, and exited the stank of the confessinal. Flies buzzed inside it, and God only knows what's happened in there...or what might. (//NO!NOSULLUX)  Heaven rubbed her eyes, then put her glasses. Last night wasn't good. She had to incubate an intern, after they fell off the cliff. Safety hazard? Yes. Does Chris care? Well, not so much. She yawned, and observed Chris, trying her best not to notice Chef. She already made herself a fool around him once, better be safe rather than sorry. Chris kept going on and on about the contestant's challenge that day, and Heaven was too tired to care, or listen. She propped her head up with her hand on the table, and her eyes began to close. She kept waking herself up after closing them for a period of time, but it was too much. Her head hit the table with a soft thunk, and she was completely out. Chris herd the thunk, and looked over at the now passed out woman. He smiled mischeviously, but said nothing for a moment, then finished the speach, and let the contestants go. Chef looked at Heaven, who was passed out and sleeping silently with her head down. Chris looked at Chef, then at Heaven, then back at Chef. He sighed, and picked her up, taking her to her own cabin, each step making her curls bounce happily on his shoulder and neck. It tickled a bit. He opened the door, and, watching her head, went inside. It was fairly neat, other than all the paperwork and medical supplies everywhere. He laid her down on the plaid, poofy couch, and looked around for her bedroom. The bathroom was clean and neat, with a few make-up supplies, and shower things inside. Chocolate-vanilla two in one...that's what he smelled as he carried her. He stepped outside the bathroom, and opened the door beside it. Her bedroom was fairly neat. One twin bed with a rainbow comforter, with two mirrors and a wooden hope chest. That was it. It was fairly bare, and Chef sighed, trailing back towards Heaven in the mainroom, and picking her back up. She was completely and utterly out...He cradled her in his arms and went back into her room, laying her down and then sitting on her black office chair, watching her as she scrunched up into a ball and basiclly rolled into the fetal position, sleeping like a hibernating bear. He looked around a bit for about, then left for three hours. He came back, sitting back down in the office chair, watching her sleep. She was still asleep after three hours! Clearly, she wasn't going to wake up any sooner. He growled, and got up, accidently spilling a stray cup of coffee she had close to the edge of her hope chest. He groaned. Right on his shirt. Not on his apron, but on his shirt. He sighed, and began to undo his apron string. She was out, so it wouldn't matter if he took off his shirt before leaving, right? In one swift motion, he took off his light green shirt. Heaven was awake, but it always took her a while to get moving. She watched him spill the coffee on himself, then take of his shirt. She blushed...he was a lot better looking with his shirt and apron off. Dang. Those pecks though. Heaven stayed quiet as Chef looked at her again, not noticing the blush, shrugged, and left, the door slightly adjar. This "Chef" guy was...intimadating...confident...arousing. She felt a bit of warmness and tingling down in her...neather regions, and blushed harder. This is just another one of God's cruel jokes...Get her attracted to a co-worker. She groaned, and got up, the warmness and tingling still there. She cursed at her own body. It was her second week on the job, and she was already attracted to one of her co-workers, which, she barely knew anything about. She shuffled into her little kitchen area, and downed a few cups of coffee before heading towards the craft tent to get something to eat. Hopefully, Chef wasn't there. The tingling got worse, and she groaned, walking the dirt trail to the tent. She peeked in through the flimsy material, and the tent was empty. She smiled happily, and went in, observing the simplicity of everything. Fireplace, serving trays, high school like tables. She went into the kitchen, oblivious to Chef sitting in the corner watching her with awe as she began to cook. First the chicken, then the bread...and she added humor just for her sake. Making jokes and adding cracks about herself and Chris along the way. She sat down with her chicken parm sandwich, and began eating, playing a game on her phone while enjoying the meal. Chef stood up silently, and stood behind her, watching her play angry birds. She could cook, clean...and she was a paramedic. Hm. That's all he knew about her. That, and she works until she drops....litterally. Heaven finished up the sandwich, and stood up, grabbing the plate, then slamming into Chef. She squeaked, "Sorry! I...I..." She couldn't find the words. Chef dismissed it, and nodded at her. She sighed, and stared at him,"Your the only guy who can actually render me speachless at times, you know that?" then looked down sheepishly. Chef tilted his head, then smirked, walking back to his own little corner. Heaven sighed,"So...why did you even want this job in the first place?" Chef shrugged, and looked at her. She sighed,"Are you even going to answer any of my questions, or hold a decent conversation with me?" she questioned, sitting back down, facing him. He strugged again, "Depends on what your asking." He answered in a rough, firm voice. She let out a sigh, this guy was just...well...difficult to grasp. Most guys she got along with just fine. Then again, she never really liked any of the guys she hung out with...and that included Chris. Her mind raced for a question to ask that he might actually answer....Chef observed her a bit more closely. She was jumpy, skitterish...and seemed to be more interested in him than anything else. He just couldn't figure out why. "Well...uh...." she stuttered, trying to put a cohearent sentence together,"What...what do you do if Chris or I aren't bugging you?" she stuttered, thankful something useful came out of her mouth. Now...if Chef would just answer. He shrugged, and she cursed her mind, "Not much.Why are you so skitterish and nervous around me all the time?" Heaven went pale...she didn't know they were taking turns. She gathered her thoughts for a moment, and tried to calm herself down, "Your intimadating...I mean, come on Chef. Your almost seven feet tall, and I'm just barely five foot three! Plus the scowl you've got on everytime your around me makes me jittery...I don't know....and your pretty much all muscle... and that monobrow...dang." Chef chuckled. So she's got a bit of humor to her...even while scared huh? Heaven looked down at her hands,"Sorry...I just...I never know when to shut up. heh." She mumbled, watching has her hands trembled with nervousness. Chef watched her, and remembered what she said. She was fairly short for her age...and the scowl. He never really noticed he always had one until now...Heaven looked up from her hands,"Are you....Do you...." she stopped, and thought for a moment,"Are you dating someone right now?" Chef's head shot up, and stared at her. That was random. First it was just normal talk, then straight to the relationship talk. He looked at her, "No. Yourself?" She sighed, "I'm with you there. Haven't had once since I started going to college, which was about thirteen years ago..." Chef's monobrow lowered. He knew how she felt...loneliness crept in like a bitter freind and sat on his heart. He hadn't dated since the war. Didn't really find anyone half decent to even try with. Heaven suddenly stopped feeling nervous, after seeing him sink,"Y'alright?" She asked, a shadow of concern on her face,"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...you know...bring up bad memories..." Chef looked at her, and her delicate features, and her genuine concern for his feelings. Chris stopped after the second episode of Total Drama island, "It's alright...How long was your longest relationship?" She blinked in surprise. God, it felt like forever since those days went by, "Five years." She replied with a frown, the memories still lingering...like a hook that wasn't completely gone, "Ten years." he growled. She smiled, trying to get him back to his half-human state, "Good times, huh? Thought you'd be together forever, and here we both are. Single for, what it seems like, forever. I know I'm going to end up the crazy old cat lady who's screaming at the hoodlims to," she bent over and acted like a grumpy, elderly lady with a cane and strong southern accent, "Quit feeding my Betzy, she's gettin' to fat already y'all wipper snappers! an' I ain't gonna help ya when ya pet salem an she bites ya! Cause yer goin' get it sonny!" Chef grinned and chuckled in responce, and shook his head at her silliness. She wasn't too bad when she wasn't intimidated or overcrowded, he thought as she continuted her speach,"It's amazing how I spoke of love, and yet, I'm the crazy old thirty-two year old virgin." she groaned. He frowned, "What?" She cleared her throat, thinking that he didn't hear her, "Nothing!" her face got red, and she laughed nervously, hoping he tuned out the thirty-two year old virgin rant. He looked at her in shock. She was a virgin?! The intercom outside crackled to life, and a familar voice yelled out into the open wilderness, "Heaven! Chef! Come on! Meet me by the dock guys! Hussle! Hussle! Hussle!" Heaven took off running towards the dock, hoping to escape the awkwardness of the conversation. Chef followed behind her, his mind still clinging to the whole virgin thing. Chris looked amused as they stood there,"So! I trust you two have gotten to know eachother?" Heaven and Chef both shrugged in responce,"Well...you've got two weeks before I have to go to an awards ceremony, and Chef's the host for that episode...so get your butts in gear!" Heaven sighed...Great. More awkwardness.

Part II- Controlling Crushing

"Isn't it funny how the more awkward the conversation is, the closer we get as friends, Chef?" Chef shook his head and chuckled a bit. Tomorrow was Chef's day as host...and Heaven was washing dishes. Again. "Tell me again how I was the one getting stuck cleaning your dishes?" Chef bent down and squished his cheek with hers, "Because you love me just that much, don't you?" He mocked in a mushy, mocking voice. Heaven shoved him away with a wet hand, laughing and blushing, then kept washing the plates that were in the hot, soapy water, "Keep dreaming cook..." she chuckled,"But still...the most awkward conversations bring us closer together...does that happen with you and Chris too or is it just me?" Chef shrugged, wiping the wet handprint off his cheek, "Chris and I don't talk...that much. Unless it's work related." Heaven shrugged,and looked at him, "Hey, you've got the crazy cat lady...your good." She laughed, and finished the dishes, wiping her hands and streching.Chef smiled, and shook his head,"Oh, and by the way...you still owe me a lesson in how to make that awesome spagetti you made that one night...remember that?" He nodded, and smiled, chuckling, "You better not blow up my kitchen when I teach you tomorrow." she looked at him, mockingly proud, "Hey, no promises...but if I do, you can blame Chris." Chef held in a chuckled,and smiled like an idiot. She smiled and laughed, her crooked smile perfect in his eyes. She was happy...or atlease content with being herself around him, and he was greatful. He didn't have to hear about her wanting to loose weight, or plastic surgery or blah blah...like Chris or Chris' girlfreinds when they stopped by. He could actually be himself for once, and it was amazing and refreshing. She yawned,"I think I'm going to go hit the floor...we've got a big day ahead. You being a host, me blowing up a kitchen...you know...fun stuff..." Chef smiled, and followed her back to the cabins, just talking nonsence to eachother and sharing stories. As the night crawled onto the island, Heaven's insomnia got the best of her. Tossing and turning, and her stomach doing the olymics in her abdominal cavity, she groaned, and got up, putting on her flip flops, and walking around the island. It was only about one o'clock in the morning, so nobody was up. She trotted over to the beach, and sat down on the cool, moist sand in her angry bird pj's, tired and agrivated. Why couldn't she just sleep like normal people? She kept thinking to herself, drawing in the sand with a sharp stick. She jammed the stick straight into the ground, and went to do some refreser courses in her classes...atleast she'd be doing something productive. Chris yawned, and woke up. It was only two or three o'clock...and he really didn't feel like checking. He had heard an odd noise back in the FAAE tent, and he had to go investigate...plus, when he woke up, he couldn't get back to sleep...so atleast he was up doing something. He grabbed a baseball bat he had sitting by his door, and went to the FAAE tent, bat raised in defence. There, he saw a crazy haired Heaven shoving a tube down a dummy's mouth, while looking at a computer monitor. The monitor had the insides of the dummy mapped out and had a camera know what moves she made and what problems she still had to fix. Some bleeding in the chest cavity, the oxygen levels were low, and Heaven was trying to open the airways. She was mumbling something about low blood pressure and oxygen levels and running around like mad. Chris lowered the bat, fixed his hair, and then gave her a questionable look, "What are you doing?" He wondered. She jumped, accidently jabbing the syringe too far deep in "D2S"(dummy&simulator) 's arm, causing harm. She fixed the problem, then turned to Chris, irritated that he was actually up this early. Nobody but her would be up this early... "Morning sunshine...what are you doing up this early?" She asked, every now and again looking at the vitals on the screen. Chris looked at her with a mix of confusion and irritation, "I already asked you that..." Heaven chuckled, putting light pressure on  "D2S" arm, "I'm doing a few refresher courses from my lessons...insomniac...hell-o!" she noticed the heart monitor decreasing the oxygen levels, and began to quickly fix the problem as Chris stood there and watched, "Heard a strange noise, had to come down..." He shrugged,"Plus, it takes forever to get to the awards ceremony...so..." She shrugged, and "inserted" a needle into "D2S"'s chest. Chris yelped,"Wouldn't that hurt?" Heaven glared at him after reinflating the lung, "What's worse, pain, or death, Chris?" Chris clammed up, and continuely watched her in wonder. If this is how she acted during a real emergency, he couldn't wait to endanger and hurt the contestants...he really wanted to see her do that on a real person, not a simulation and CPR dummy. She let out a sigh of relief as the screen went red," Thank god...the simulation is over...now...." She stared at the screen until numbers popped up on a blue background. The largest number was a 99.99087%. She groaned,"What?! Why!" She moaned. She moved closer to the screen and read the tiny letters,"Oh...well...I was talking to someone..." she dismissed it, and shut the simulation off,"anyway, shouldn't you be getting ready for the ceremony or something?" Chris was still replaying her responce to the simulation...every precise move, every reaction, "What? oh...yeah. Uh, yeah..." He got up, and slowly trailed off. What could hurt a contestant, but not so much to kill them instantly? He wondered, going back to his cabin to get ready. Heaven didn't like Chris' look while she was working on the simulation...he was thinking about something diabolical...something...bad. Just plain Chris McLean evil...She shook her head, then sat down, writing out some notes from the simulation. Maybe it won't be so bad...or not...  Chef came back from dropping the campers out in the middle of the woods, and grinned at Heaven, "You ready for that cookin' lesson I promised?" Heaven looked at him, knowing he wouldn't get her joke, "About as ready as doing triage on eight black tagged victims...let's do it." Chef looked at her, and she shrugged,"Medical joke." He nodded, then motioned towards the craft tent. They both went inside, and she sat down, "First, you've got to boil the noodles..." Heaven nodded, "While burning down the tent...got it...where's the lighter." He shook his head, and chuckled. She smiled, and listened to Chef carefully as he explained the delicate way to make the meatballs...sause...and so on. Chef kept feeling something...but he didn't know what it was. Every tiny joke she made...each tiny mistake...he just wanted to bend down and kiss her, or hug her...It was an odd feeling that he just couldn't shake. The way her eyes lit up when she did something right, and the way her eyes locked onto him and her eyebrows furrowed as she listened, like she was studying for some culinary class. He just...every move she made wasn't perfect, but beautifully hers...and herself, "And there you go...we made spagetti..." She smiled wide, her eyes crincling in joy, "Awesome! I didn't burn the place down for once..." she let out a small laugh, and looked up at Chef,"You want to go eat out by the dock? It's a beautiful day...and Chris isn't suppose to be back until Tomorrow morning...the campers shouldn't be arriving until about 9pm..." She just kept smiling that crooked smile...and it made his heart melt a bit. It was a smile that said she wasn't perfect, but to hell with anyone who says she can't be imperfectly happy, "Sure." She chuckled, and helped him pack two plates with abstract designs on them, a bowl of the spagetti, and some forks from her mom, engraved with celtic knots and hearts. She bundled them all into her little picnic basket, and they scurried off to the dock. Heaven sat the basket down, then plopped down herself, "Whoa, look at all those lillies...their so pretty!" she squeaked, peering over the edge of the dock. Chef watched her for a moment, and smiled. She still had a child-like mindset, but was mature enough to handle serious matters. He smiled, sitting beside her and hanging his feet off the dock. She looked at him. He wore a light green, almost white,sleeveless wifebeeter, dogchains that she hadn't noticed him wearing before, dark green pants(like always) and new boots. Combat boots....and they were sexy. Very sexy. He looked back at her, watching her as she checked him out...again. She wore the same ol' top as always, but with a shiny, gold necklace that held down the collar of it...and pastel blue shorts that made her look...well...cute. She was probably too lazy to tie her converses, so she slipped on her pink slip on shoes...which complemented well with the floral pattern of the shorts. His eyes couldn't come off her shorts, "Your...wearing shorts?" She shrugged, shocked he noticed, "Yeah. My siblings ship me stuff from time to time...Their my sister's old shorts..." She said nervously. He smiled, "They look...real nice on you." She blushed, and smiled, "Thanks...but are we going to sit her and chat...or are we going to eat?" she asked jokingly, actually having fun being alone with Chef.He was really just a big teddy bear with a tatoo and monobrow. He smiled, and chuckled, "Eat. Of course...but we can chat and eat, can't we?" he spoke, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. She sat out a plate, and put a few scoops of the container on it, "Yeah, I think we can multitask...but I won't be able to eat much. I never can...." Chef shrugged, and was about to say something when she stabbed a meatball,(//I'm so sorry...i'm laughing so hard right now and I apoligise right now ,but  I have to do this. unfollow me now. It's 3 am in the morning and I sound like a dying seal I'm laughing so hard. I'm soo sorry...okay, now I'm CRYING. ) wanna taste of my balls?" (//WHHHYYYY)she stopped for a moment, then started to laugh,"That sounded better in my head."(//of COURSE it did...xD)  Chef let out a heartly laugh, wiping away tears from his eyes before answering her question, (//kill me, right now. please. This is only going to get worse...it's almost 2 am and I'm making sex jokes.) "Yes, I'd like to taste your balls." he replied in a serious, deep tone. Heaven started to laugh, then Chef. Heaven took a breath, then started to laugh even harder. They finally settled down, and chef took a bite out of the meatball, his right hand making sure it didn't drip or fall anywhere. She just chuckled at him. The urge to kiss her was strong, and he still didn't know where it came from...Heaven got another fork and stabbed another meatball, eating it. She looked at Chef, wondering why he was staring at her, "You okay Chef?" Chef nodded, still looking at her. Heaven looked at him, but couldn't figure it out. Maybe she had something on her face?(//ballsaaaaause...kill me)  she looked at chef, tilting her head to the side a bit from confusion. What's up with him...maybe it's-Chef took her head tilting as a sign, and kissed her, pulling her close with one hand and putting the other under her chin. Her eyes widened in surprise, but then closed, a faint smile on her lips. He tasted like spagetti and apple butter...a memory from in high school where she used to turn apple butter on a fire all day and the smell and taste would cling to her daily....if that made any sence. His hand that pulled her close migrated to her back, which spread wide and pushed her gently into him, and she continued to kiss him. She just hoped this would cling to her.A heavy, blonde male camper came storming out of the forest, thumping and growling like a wild animal, "Pancakes!" he rumbled, running full speed towards the crafts tent before stopping in mid-run, spotting Chef and Heaven,"What the?" Chef fell onto his back, making Heaven follow through. She laughed, then kissed him again,accidentally bumping teeth lightly, "Holy...wow...uhm..." She stumbled over the words. He just kissed her...and she liked it. She just blushed, and he came up a bit, "Yeah." Heaven kissed him again, but just a bit softer before getting up, and helping pack up the things. Three other contestants, a blonde girl, a mowhawk guy, and a goth girl, along with the large blonde guy, stood and watched in awe as Heaven scurried off to the FAAE building. Chef got up, in a slight daze. He looked at the contestants, then yelled at them to get going.

(rest of the story is giving me trouble, it's here )