Jo nears the football while Fang is honing in on her. She suddenly stops and turns around, pulling another baseball out. Throwing it high into the air, she brings her bat back and slams the ball as it comes back down. It sails straight into Fang's forehead, leaving a vivid red mark as it falls to the grass. His eyes roll back into his forehead, and he topples backwards. She brings one fist toward her chest before running the remaining yard to the ball. She snatches it and holds it in front of her, poising to kick.

Her arms shudder, as though fighting against her will. The shudder spreads to the rest of her body like a disease, immobilizing her. She swallows, and a tear curves down her cheek.

Brick bumps into her, and she drops the football. He whirls around. "Whoa! Sorry J- wait. Are- are you crying?"

She turns her back to him as she picks up the football. Brick sprays the mutants behind him, and they flee. Jo wipes her face before turning back to him. She holds out the ball. "Take it."

He steps back. "Wha... what?"

"Take it," she says more harshly, jerking it toward him. "You deserve it. My brothers don't."

"Your brothers aren't here, Jo," he says, as though trying to soothe her. "You're about to win. I won't take that away from you."

More tears force their way out of her eyes, which shine deep purple, almost black. "I can't win either way. I can't start my business either way. But the thought of handing my life goal to my brothers just-" She lets out a sob permeated by pain and covers her mouth with both hands, releasing the football. Brick pulls her into him, holding her back as she sobs into his shoulder.

The eliminated contestants look at each other, speechless. Brick pats her back softly, his expression quiet. Chef dabs furtively at his eyes with a tissue, and Chris dozes off in his throne. During the few minutes of Jo muffling her sounds, the mutant fly comes toward them, but Brick shoots pepper spray in its eyes and makes it flee. She steps away from Brick and crosses her arms, her eyes red. "I will personally kick the ball into your goal if you don't do it yourself."

"Don't you want the title, at least?" Brick says. "If you really don't want the money, you could give it to the other contestants. And you could keep a little bit for yourself, for starting your gym one day."

"It doesn't matter anymore," she murmurs. "They've already won."

"They can't steal the Total Drama champion title from you, though."

Jo's eyes fade in, then out. They come back into focus, glimmering with a new light separate from her tears. "I suppose."

"You've worked so hard to get here, Jo," Brick whispers. "Don't let that go to waste now."

Jo bends down and picks up the ball, uncertainty stiffening her movement and expression. She raises it in front of her and turns her head to Brick. "Just so you know, I'll give some of the money to you. Enough for you to enroll in fashion school."

He smiles and ducks his head, as though to hide his smile. "That's really not necessary."

"It is. You need to start fresh and get another chance to be yourself."

He looks up and meets her eyes, unibrow set low. "Thank you."

"It's nothing, seriously." She turns her gaze to her goalpost, squints, and lets the ball drop. She slams her foot into it, and it makes a clean arc through the air, dropping through the goalpost like it was attracted there by a magnet.

Chris wakes up with a snort, lifting his head up. "And that's the conclusion to the finale! Jo is the winner of Total Drama Revenge of the Island!"

The eliminated contestants pour out of the stand onto the field, clapping and cheering. Brick and Jo turn to each other and embrace, their arms criss-crossing. "Congratulations, new winner," Brick whispers in her ear.

"Fifty to one now," she whispers in his, her lips splitting into a grin.

He smirks and pulls away. "That's a lie."

"It almost isn't."

Lightning leaps in between them, raising his hand toward Jo for a high-five. "Sha-whoo hoo! You're an uber-champ now, sister!"

"Hold on just a minute, bub," Jo snaps, not moving a limb. "You're a complete idiot if you actually think I forgot that you stole my whistle. I may have put aside my feelings for the game, but don't think we're pals, or even acquaintances for that matter."

Lightning's eyelids flap three times. "Say what? Dude, that was Scott, not me!"

"I can testify for Lightning," Mike says, stepping in. "Scott was shown stealing everyone's stuff in the footage."

Jo whirls on Scott, who is already backing toward the entrance. "YOU'RE DEAD MEAT, SCOTT!" She hurtles toward him, splitting the crowd like a knife through butter.

"Beep!" Scott scrambles to the entrance and sprints out of the stadium, Jo shooting after him.

"GO, JO!" Lightning shouts before melting into laughter with the rest of the group.

CONFESSIONAL: JO

Jo reclines against the side of the stall with her hands behind her head. She wears a neutral expression- not happy, but not sad, either. "I can't say that I'm thrilled about winning, thanks to my liar of a father... but at least I can lord my new status and fame over my brothers now. Maybe that'll make them respect me a little more. And they're gonna be pissed that I shared my winnings with everyone but Scott, but truthfully? I don't care. As if I'm ever gonna let them make easy money off of me. I'd rather burn it in a volcano."

She steps out of the stall and nearly bumps into Brick. They stagger away from each other. "Whoa!" Both put a hand behind their head. "Sorry."

Jo and Brick share a light chuckle; it fades away softly. "Now that we're done imitating each other, I suppose you're wondering why I told you to wait for your share of the money," Jo says.

He shifts in place. "Actually, I came to make my own confessional, but yeah. I am."

Jo rummages through her hoodie pocket and pulls out five stacks of dollar bills, holding them out like an offering. He does a double take. "Is that- for me?"

"Duh," Jo says, and a grin breaks through her expression a second later. "I didn't wanna give you this huge load in front of everyone else."

He looks at her, not trying to lift up his slack features. "What did I do to make you think I deserve this?"

"All you did was be yourself, basically."

Brick shuts his eyes and slide a hand over his mouth. "My God." He takes a breath through his mouth before uncovering it and looking at Jo once more. "Jo, I have a confession to make. What you just said really made me want to kiss you."

She quirks an eyebrow. "So that's how you confess that you like me. I was bracing myself for a ritual where you got on one knee and took my hand in yours."

His face goes blank. "You- you knew?"

She sighs quietly. "Yeah, I knew. But here's the thing, Brick... I'm not ready to enter a relationship. With anyone."

A silent pause. "That's what I thought," he says softly, looking to the side. "I don't think I am, either. At most, I thought of kissing you, but I didn't know where we'd go from there."

She steps closer and stares into his eyes. "We could continue being friends until we figure it out."

Brick squeezes his eyes shut, unable to contain the smile that appears. "A kiss is either going to satisfy me, or make me go crazy."

Jo snorts lightly, putting a hand on the side of his face. "Please. You can contain yourself."

"Let's hope so." He wraps his arms around her waist and gently pulls her in, and she holds both sides of his face. They lean in and fit their lips together, closing their eyes; their kiss is warm, but not heavy. It lasts three seconds before they pull away from each other.

Brick has a glazed look in his eyes before he shakes it away. He grins. "Well. That was fun."

Jo slaps his forehead and smirks, walking away. "Too bad it's not a reliable source, Macho."

Brick follows her, rubbing where she hit him. "I'm gonna go nuts. I can already feel it."

DOCK OF SHAME

All of the contestants balance on one speedboat with Chef at the wheel, Jo holding the million dollar case in the middle. "Who's ready to leave this dump?" She raises her hand. "I sure am." Twelve other hands shoot up, and twelve voices agree with her.

"Sayonara, losers!" Chris says, standing on the dock. "Yeah, I can't deny that this place is a dump. But I'm sure you'll miss me, though!"

The contestants hardly have time to give him looks of death before the air fills with the chopping of helicopters. Chris looks up. "What the-"

Three helicopters zoom down on him. "YOU'RE BUSTED, MCLEAN!" a man's voice barks out from one of them, magnified by a microphone.

"HUH? FOR WHAT?" Chris yells over the chopping.

"FOR CREATING AN ENVIRONMENTAL DISASTER, THAT'S WHAT! THIS ISLAND IS NOW UNDER GOVERNMENT PROTECTION, AND WE'VE BEEN AUTHORIZED TO BRING YOU BACK FOR JAIL DUTY!"

Ladders fall out of the helicopters, and countless people in yellow body suits and masks climb out onto the dock. Two of them seize Chris and drag him toward a ladder. "Hey! Let go of me! I wasn't the one who put toxic waste everywhere! Chef, help me out here!"

"I ain't messin' with the law, Chris," Chef says, grinning. "Besides, you know you had it coming."

He huffs, struggling against his holders. "Okay, maybe, but not like this! This is unbelievable! I'm calling my lawyer the minute I can get to my phone!" The two strangers shove Chris onto the ladder and force him upward as he grumbles.

The people in the yellow suits spread out into the campground, many carrying first-aid kits with them. One goes up to Dawn and shakes her hand. "I wanted to thank you personally for calling us, Dawn," the person says with a warm female voice. "It's people like you that help make the world a better place."

The other campers stare dumbfoundedly at Dawn as she gives a delicate smile. "Oh, it's my pleasure." She gestures to Cameron beside her, who blinks between her and the woman. "You can also thank my friend, Cameron, for providing the notes needed to cure the animals."

The woman takes his hand and shakes it firmly. "Thank you very much for your incredible notes, Cameron. It is clear that you're a genius who knows a whole lot. Would you perhaps like to join us in repairing the island?"

"Um, is that what Dawn's doing?" Cameron asks, turning to Dawn.

"Nope, I'm going to care for the animals here from home, in the animal hospital," she replies.

"I think that's what I'll do, too."

"There's an animal hospital?" Lightning says, one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, yes!" Dawn says, her eyes lighting up. "It's a wonderful place, you all should come visit!"

"Sure, Dawn!" Brick says.

"Why not?" Zoey says with a smile.

Scott crosses his arms as the boat takes off, crossing Lake Wawanakwa back toward civilization. "I hate animals."

NOTE: Well, this took shorter than I thought. Probably because I copied and pasted most of the original ending. I hope this was satisfying enough for people who were rooting for Jo, though. As you can see, Jo's decision weighed on whether she wanted the Total Drama winner title enough to grab it, or not. In the original, she was too overwhelmed by her loss to salvage what she could of winning, but here, she wasn't.

I'm not sure when I'll be starting my next season story. I'll be taking a break to edit this story and read other fanfictions, but I have high hopes that TDFvsF will turn out better than this story, my first and flawed. I'll be less prone to copying the script from canon, at least. x) And after that is All-Stars, then Pahkitew.

Goodbye for now, everyone. It's been a true pleasure. :-)