*Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama Revenge of the Island.*

Eyes closed serenely, the sounds of nature filled Dawn's ears as she sat on the porch of the Rats' cabin. An unfortunate rainstorm had befallen the camp leaving everyone to hole up in their cabins for warmth and cover against it, except for Dawn. She very much liked sitting on the porch and listening to the sounds of the raindrops hitting the ground, trees, rocks and other things of nature. It was proof that nature was alive and well and that always brought peace to her. All around her she could feel the heartbeat of nature and could faintly hear the sounds of animals scampering about to avoid the rain. A smile tugged her lips, breaking her concentration for only a moment before delving back into her meditation. The sounds inside the cabin did not disturb her; Dakota was babbling about her looks and being ready for paparazzi photos. In the boys' side of the cabin Lightning's crowing of his winning nature and Sam's video game noises were at a very loud volume. All these noises faded away into the wind and were drowned out by the rain. The door to the boys' side of the cabin opened, she was still lost to the world. She just focused on the sounds of rain hitting surfaces and not on the sounds of shoes landing on squeaking porch boards and standing beside her.

"What are you doing out here Moonbeam?" a gruff voice asked, it broke into her meditative state enough for her to open her eyes. With a slightly bleared vision she saw Scott standing beside her on the porch, his arms crossed.

"I am meditating," Dawn said whimsically. She folded her hands in her lap, her body still relaxed from her meditative state. "I could raise the same inquiry with you."

Scott scoffed at her statement, his arms still crossed. "Weirdo," he turned and walked off back to the boys' side of the cabin, slamming the door loudly behind him.

Not at all bothered by this Dawn went back to meditating. Though in her mind she couldn't help but be curious as to why Scott had come out in the first place. The rushing sound of rain cleared her mind once again and the world disappeared.

(DOTT)

The next day was supposed to be a challenge day but it was still raining and Chris refused to get his precious hair messed up by the rain and was holed up in his luxury personal cabin. Everyone was holed up in their cabins again, except Brick and Jo who were out jogging and Dawn who was once again meditating on the porch. Today though she had a visitor during her meditation, a little squirrel lay on her lap sleeping. She focused on the rain again and the even breathing of the sleeping squirrel. The soothing sound of rain against leaves and faintly on the surface of the lake aided in her relaxation. There was screaming inside the girls' side of the Rats cabin, Dakota was screaming into another of her secretive cell phones to her father or someone. Dawn of course just blocked it out, the squirrel in her lap squirmed in his sleep but otherwise remained on her lap.

"Out here again Moonbeam?" the same gruff voice from yesterday pulled her from her meditative state. She hadn't even heard the boys' side of the cabin door open. Slowly she opened her eyes to see Scott giving her a narrow-eyed look from the door to boys' side of the cabin. "Why are you out here again?"

Dawn studied him quietly, the squirrel shifted in her lap. Its deadly red eyes opened and seemed to glare at Scott. "I am meditating." She gave the same response as yesterday.

Like yesterday Scott scoffed, but didn't go back inside. He remained on the porch. "Weirdo," he all but murmured.

Gently Dawn stroked the squirrel's back, he was snarling at Scott. "If I am the weirdo Scott, why do you keep coming out here to question me?" her question made his eye visibly twitch. He turned and slammed back into the boys' side of the cabin.

With a raised eyebrow Dawn continued stroking the squirrel's back. Slowly she stood up and placed the squirrel on her shoulder. Stepping off the porch and closed her eyes at the sensation of rain hitting her skin and hair. It was quite refreshing. She walked towards the dock while her squirrel friend settled on her shoulder, chattering softly. The ground was squishy as she stepped, she narrowly avoided a mud puddle that would have swallowed her shoe if she had stepped in it. As she approached the rickety dock she closed her eyes, letting nature guide her path.

She stepped away from the dock towards some trees; their leaves caressed her hair as she went under their branches. Her ears were open to the sounds of nature around her, their whispers faint against the sounds of rain that soothed her mind. Her eyes slid open as she gazed upon the tree that now guarded her against the rain. Seating herself against the tree trunk she allowed the rain to lull her, as she took in the perfect view of the lake. Rain hitting the surface in an almost dance. The drops disappeared before her eyes into the water's depths. The squirrel nuzzled against her cheek, his bare skin was a comfort she was used to by now though she still felt sorry for his lack of fur. Later she would stich up some sweaters for him and his friends against the cold. The sound off stomping feet met her ears, her gaze moved from the lake to see Jo and Brick running not far from her. A smile tugged her lips; their auras were very deep right now a clear sign of their shared competitiveness. But Brick's aura had a certain pinkness to it, clear as day she could tell he had feelings for Jo. Closing her eyes she prayed to nature that the two of them found happiness together, everyone deserved happiness. The voices of nature whispered back their promises. When Dawn opened her eyes she saw the two of them chatting, a nervous smile on Brick's face while Jo looked annoyed at something. Jo slapped Brick's back with a wide smirk and raced away from him, shocked Brick followed. Maybe Jo felt the same, Dawn assumed. Her aura shared the same mild pinkness that Brick's did.

Her squirrel friend continued chattering on her shoulder making her turn back to stare at the lake. Raindrops still dancing upon the surface of the lake, her thoughts clouded over to think of Scott, he had been acting quite peculiar lately. Yesterday was the surest sign and then just a few minutes ago. Dawn wondered what could have possessed him to act in such a way. His aura was very guarded, normally she could effortlessly read auras but with Scott it was different. She had pegged his sad childhood without a problem but ever since then it was like Scott had found a way to guard his aura from her eyes. Which made trying to read his aura yesterday impossible. Her eyes slid closed to clear these worrisome thoughts from her mind.

A few hours later her eyes opened, unintentionally she had fallen asleep. Her squirrel friend was sleeping in her lap. The rain was still hitting the earth as she blearily took in her surroundings, the sound had obviously aided in her falling asleep as well as her deep meditative state. She shivered slightly as the coolness around her seemed to bring to light the fact that her body had gotten cooled down from sleeping in the rain. The sound of squishing met her ears.

"Moonbeam, what the hell are you doing out here?" Scott's voice pulled her attention.

Dawn looked to him, his face looked annoyed but by the looks of his soaked body and emotion filled eyes she could tell that he was anything but annoyed. He stepped from in the rain to the cover of the tree branches, his hands in his pockets.

"I was merely meditating, though it appears that I fell asleep." Dawn said picking up her squirrel friend.

Scott's eyes twitched, as if to keep from widening. "You slept out here?"

With a slow nod Dawn stood up, her legs trembled from having fallen asleep. They gave out under her making her fall. Instead of hitting the soft ground strong hands grabbed her waist and held her up. Her squirrel friend snarled in her arms, she placated him as she looked up at Scott. He of course had an annoyed look on his face but she clearly saw his aura. It was warm but appeared secretive. His hands felt warm even through her thick sweater.

"You are hopeless," he said letting her go as he leaned her against the tree. "Get back to the cabin and warm up before you freeze. No more sleeping outside." Scott turned and left.

Studying his retreating back Dawn tried to read more into his aura, but of course the secretive aspect was lost to her. He stopped walking before leaving Dawn's sight.

Scott glanced over his shoulder at her with another annoyed look. "I said get to the cabin weirdo." He started walking again.

Odd, Dawn thought. It was almost as if Scott was worried about her. She pushed away the thought and shivered again. The cold was starting to get to her. Putting her squirrel friend on her shoulder she quickly followed after Scott though he was too far ahead to really catch up with. She saw him disappear into the boys' side of the cabin, as she stepped onto the porch she stared at the door confused. Had he come all the way out in the rain to look for her? It couldn't be. She shook the thoughts from her head and stepped into the cabin. Dakota was sitting on her bed working on her appearance in her hand held mirror. She cast Dawn a look of utter disgust.

"Don't bring that mangy rodent in here! It will kill me!" Dakota said waving her mirror at Dawn as if to ward away the squirrel.

Dawn gave her a look of mild interest, still stroking her squirrel friend's back. "He will not hurt you, he is very gentle." Dawn held him up for Dakota to see, he seemed to snarl at the blonde beauty queen.

Rolling her eyes Dakota glared at the evil squirrel. "Whatever just keep it away from me."

With a small nod Dawn lowered the squirrel and tucked him into her blanket and pawed through her bag for clothes. She was still cold from sleeping out in the rain so she decided to take a shower. When she stepped back onto the porch she felt eyes on her, turning she thought she saw Scott watching her from his bed inside the boys' side of the cabin but he was instead glaring at Lightning. She made her way towards the communal washroom for a shower.

Chris called upon them in the mess hall the next day wearing a blue rain slicker and had an umbrella open over his shoulder while they were all attempting to eat Chef's gross food.

"Due to unforeseen weather patterns today's challenge has been cancelled again." Chris said twirling his umbrella.

"Why do we have to delay again?" Jo demanded, she slammed her fist on the table in aggravation. The sound startled Zoey and Mike who were sitting beside her making goo-goo eyes at each other.

Not at all bothered by her outburst Chris just smirked. "Because I have a party tonight and my hair needs to be perfect! But if you really want to compete you could run all over the island in the rain before the end of the day." He chuckled and stomped out of the mess hall.

A low chatter filled the mess hall; Jo was silently steaming from her boredom and aggravation while Brick tried to calm her down. Mike and Zoey had gone back to making loving eyes at each other, their body language complimenting each other to show reciprocation. Dawn poked at her food, it was gray and she thought she saw it wink at her. On her shoulder her squirrel friend nibbled on a lock of her hair making her giggle, Scott glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Dawn had made a little blue sweater for the squirrel which he now wore, Scott thought it looked ridiculous. Dawn gave the squirrel a smile and stood up, she walked past Scott and headed out of the mess hall. The fresh smell of rain greeted her nostrils and was a welcome change to the heady smell of strange food that practically flooded the dank mess hall.

The sky had a dark, almost ominous looking clouds overheard. Dawn just smiled and stepped off the porch. Sheets of rain fell all over her hair and skin as she walked through it, just enjoying the feeling and headed back towards the Rats' cabin to meditate. The sound of the rushing rain actually drowned out most of the noises around her, she didn't hear the mess hall door slamming open or sneakers squishing in the mud towards her. She looked to the ground just in time to avoid a particularly large mud puddle.

"Moonbeam! Are you deaf?" the voice made her stop, she knew it was Scott because he was the only person who call her that. She turned to see him standing in the rain getting drenched but looking annoyed.

Dawn smiled at him apologetically. "I'm sorry Scott, I'm afraid I couldn't hear you."

"Let me guess, you are heading to 'meditate' somewhere." Scott said, he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"As a matter of fact I am, would you like to join me? Or would you just like to call me a weirdo and storm off again?" Dawn hadn't intended for it to sound mean. Scott did appear to be annoyed by her comment. "I'm sorry that wasn't intended to be mean." Her cheeks flushed hotly.

Scott's scowl disappeared and his face went back to being stoic. He looked at the ground and gave a casual shrug. "How would I join you in meditating?"

The blonde could tell that Scott was probably awkward. She stepped towards him and grabbed his hand. His head shot up at the contact of her delicate hand holding his strong one. Dawn retracted her hand almost bashfully; she hadn't intended to embarrass him.

"I could show you," she said looking at the ground that was still be splattered with rain. "If you want."

Scott looked off to the side with his lower lip pursed. "Whatever."

As the rain continued to soak them Dawn studied Scott, his aura was still very protective and hidden. Silently she gestured for him to follow her to the Rats' cabin, her squirrel friend hopped off her shoulder to attack Scott but she grabbed him quickly in mid-air and scolded him gently. Scott was unbothered by the squirrel's attack plan and just stared at her. She placed him on the raining off the cabin and wrung the water from her hair. Once it was decently wrung out she smiled at Scott and sat on the porch, Scott just stared at her with a quirked brow. Innocently Dawn patted the porch beside her. Scott slowly sat beside her but left a bit of distance between them.

"First cross your legs and close your eyes," Dawn instructed. As Scott did so he felt strange but allowed her to instruct. "Now find something to focus on, a sound, a smell, or a place. Something that would put you at peace and clear your mind."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked opening his eyes, he turned to look at Dawn who was lost in her whimsical meditative state.

"It's not hard Scott, what makes you peaceful?" Dawn opened her eyes and looked at Scott.

"Nothing," Scott snorted.

Trying to think of an alternative Dawn furrowed her brow. "What is something you like, that makes you happy?"

Scott was silent, Dawn studied his expression carefully. He appeared deep in thought, his aura reflected a green color too it and seemed so open. His eyes darted to her but then away to the porch.

"You don't have to tell me," Dawn assured him, as if sensing he was nervous. "Just think about what makes you happy. Think only of that." Dawn's eyes slid closed. She took a deep inhale of the scent of rain.

Silence hung between them. The rain drowned out all sounds. The world no longer existed, at least for Dawn. She hoped that Scott was getting satisfaction from it like she was.

The silence was broken. "Why do you do this? What do you get from this?" Scott asked, his eyes were still closed.

"I do this because it calms me, my mind remains clear and open to a world of possibilities and situations and prepares me for them." Dawn said so softly that Scott almost missed it over the sound of the rain. "It gives me peace."

His eyes opened and looked to Dawn, studying her intensely. The wind played with her still damp blonde strands that had an odd glow, her pale face looked so serene in the dismal light from the overcast clouds, and her very being was that of some calm creature. Thinking about what made him happy Scott had unconsciously thought of Dawn, her lilting voice, her long mane of her that seemed to have creature popping their heads out of it, her slight frame that looked so easily breakable, but most of all her strange nature. She was so odd yet so intriguing. Although Scott didn't want to admit it, he found her fascinating and at times annoying but he guessed it was just part of her charm, or something. He pushed away his musings and just focused on the sound of Dawn's slight breath. As the two meditated they were lost to the world, or at least Dawn was. Scott heard when the rest of the gang came tromping loudly through the mud and rain chatting obnoxiously. Scott opened his eyes to snarl at them all, especially when they stepped on the porch and tracking mud, and as Dakota stepped into the girls' side of the cabin Lightning, Sam and B stepped into the boys' side. They all cast him strange looks, not Dawn because they were used to her mediating but not Scott. He glared at them which urged them into the cabin quickly. Once the doors were closed and all was silent, Scott sideways glanced at Dawn she was breathing evenly. How had she drowned all that noise out? He wondered. He almost questioned her on it but because she looked so peaceful he kept quiet. Instead sat and watched the rain, mediation forgotten. Occasionally he would glance at Dawn but otherwise just sat and relaxed.

The rain had stopped by the next day so Chris had called upon them to meet on the dock. Scott tuned out most of Chris' babbling because all it was so far was how awesome he was and how this challenge was all his idea, snore. Instead he glanced at Dawn who was over by Beverly listening attentively, he saw Beverly smile down at Dawn and when she noticed she gave him the pleasant smile she always had. He actually liked that smile because it suited her perfectly, not that he would ever admit that to anyone, though narrowed his eyes at Beverly who was now looking back at Chris. He was definitely going to be the next to go. When Chris' rambling turned into actually useful information about the challenge Scott tore his gaze from Dawn and Beverly and listened in, all the while planning his next move.

(Skipping the writing of the snowfort challenge because we all know how it turned out)

With Beverly now gone Scott no longer felt threatened by the silent inventor. Not that Beverley was really a threat, but he didn't like the way that Beverly smiled at Dawn. Now he stepped out on the porch after he, Sam, and Lightning had returned from the mess hall. They had gone there once the vote off ceremony was over in hopes of nourishing food but with Chef's cooking that was highly unlikely so instead they headed back to the cabin. Having gotten tired of Sam and Lightning rather quickly he had gone out on the porch in hopes of seeing Dawn there, but to no avail. Curious he went over to the window of the girls' side and peeked in, Dakota was filing her nails on her bunk but there was no sign of Dawn. He almost went into the cabin to ask Dakota but she would probably just sneer and say she didn't know and that he should get the hell out. With a heavy sigh he stepped off the porch and to look for Dawn himself. Carefully he checked the communal washroom in case she was there but it was only Ana Maria dousing herself in tanner and hairspray while Zoey brushed her teeth and gagged.

He searched the tree that he had found Dawn under the other day, the rain had been coming down hard and when he saw that Dawn had been gone for awhile he, not admitting to anything, got concerned and went looking for her. At that time he had looked everywhere in the pouring rain and when he saw her under the tree he was relieve. But Dawn wasn't under the tree this time though, nor was she anywhere that she could normally be found. A part of him was starting to get concerned when he didn't find her around the campfire pit.

"Moonbeam, where are you?" he called, his voice echoed in the darkness.

The response was just leaves rustling and occasional creepy chatter from the strange creatures that inhabit this messed up island. He stomped through some trees in search of the missing blonde. The branches grabbed at his shirt as he shoved through them, still calling Dawn's nickname, though it just echoed in the air and came back to him. This only further concerned him. He had to find Dawn! It was going to get late and who knows what kind of creatures came out in this hellish forest at nighttime.

"Moonbeam!" he yelled, again his voice just came back to him and heeded no response. "Dawn, say something!"

Shoving through a thick area of brush his arm got scratched but he ignored it. Panic was starting to rise in his chest, his stomach twisted almost painfully when he hear a roar echo from somewhere in the forest. He hoped that Dawn wasn't anywhere around that roar. His pace quickened as he continued his search, how long had he been out here searching? It felt like hours with all this darkness.

He felt another thick bunch of bushes near him. "Is someone there?" a soft, desperate voice called, Scott almost missed it against the sounds of rustling and animals.

"Moonbeam?" Scott called in response; he practically tore through the bushes with his bare hands. Once they were cleared from his path he stepped through and saw Dawn standing there, her hair was dirty and matted, her face had smears of mud on it, and her clothes had rips in them. She looked like someone had attacked her. Unable to contain himself Scott embraced the small blonde girl and held her tight, secretly afraid that she would disappear. "What happened to you?"

"I came to give my squirrel friends some sweaters and got lost." Dawn said, though her voice was muffled in his chest.

Scott held tightly to her waist and threaded his fingers through her dirty hair. Even in its current state of disarray he could feel it was silky smooth. "How did you manage to get lost? What about all that listening to nature crap you're always spouting off?"

When Dawn tried to extract herself from Scott's arms he kept holding her tight. "I tried but I just got turned around and even more lost."

Course, Scott thought. Even Dawn could get herself lost. He pulled away from Dawn just enough to look at her; she looked so small and so scared. He left an arm wrapped around her waist and proceeded to lead her back to camp.

Once back at camp Scott looked at Dawn in proper light, during their walk back he was far too concerned with watching out for animals that might attack that he couldn't spare a glance at her. She still looked scared, likely getting lost was a scary experience for her. With wide eyes she looked up at him, unconsciously she tightened her grip on his shirt. Scott led her towards the communal washroom which was now vacant of its earlier occupants but still reeked of sewage and Ana Maria's hairspray. Dawn started to move towards the sink but Scott gestured her to sit up on one sink and turned on the one next to it. Dawn sat watching him soak a towel under the water, his aura was very open. Very green with spots of blue. When he had found her his aura had been orange with panic but then turned to a mellower color of purple. Something about Scott's aura was always strange; at times it was like he was hiding it then at other times it was like he was an open book. Scott had come looking for her, she realized. He had been worried about her. That was unlike him. Reality returned to her when she felt something warm against her face, Scott was cleaning the mud from her face. Slowly he wiped the mud from her face with the same stoic expression he always wore. Though his face was unreadable to Dawn his aura was not. She could read it clearly, now it had splashes of yellow.

"Thank you," she said softly as Scott removed the towel from her face to soak it again.

"For what?" Scott grunted, cleaning the mud from the towel.

Dawn stared at him innocent blue eyes. "For coming to find me."

Scott's eyes lifted to lock with hers, a strange butterfly-like feeling fluttered in her chest. "Whatever," he put the towel to her face again and wiped the rest of the mud away. Now that her porcelain skin was clean he held back a smile. "You should take a shower." Scott said tossing the towel in the sink.

Dawn slid from the sink and hugged him tightly. Scott was shocked; he almost didn't know what to do so he just put a hand to her dirty hair and stared at the moldy bathroom wall. She finally pulled away and graced him with a soft smile.

"Thank you," she said again, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a shy kiss to his cheek before stepping into a stall.

Scott took his leave of the bathroom to give her privacy, once outside he touched his cheek where Dawn had kissed it. Maybe she wasn't so bad, not that he would tell her aloud.

Looking at the closed door of the communal washroom door he gave a small smile. "You're welcome Moonbeam."