Life With Derek

Accepting Responsibility

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Life With Derek.

Plot: George, Nora and Marti go on a vacation to Disney Land, Orlando, leaving the teenagers of the McDonald-Venturi residence at home, alone. What happens when, because of a tragic accident, Derek and Casey are left to care for Edwin and Lizzie? DASEY!

PS: Derek and Casey are eighteen. Lizzie and Edwin are fifteen.

Chapter One – Left Without Hope – Casey POV

"Are you sure you are going to be okay?" Mom asked, concerned. I admit, Derek and I haven't got a very good track record for being at home alone but please, a little bit of trust Mom?

"Mom, we are going to be fine." I wrapped an arm around her comfortingly.

"Yeah, don't worry about a thing." Derek smirked. I can tell he's up to something and I know it's up to me to stop it.

"Yeah Nora. We'll be fine. You just go to Disney land and have fun." Edwin smirked, mirroring Derek. Puppet.

"Only if you are sure."

"We're sure." Lizzie smiled.

"No funny business Derek." George gave Derek a warning look.

"Why do you assume I'll be doing funny business?" Derek asked, innocently.

"Because I know you Derek. Now we should get going before the roads get busy." George worried, checking his watch.

"I'll miss you all." Lizzie smiled. "Especially you, little one." She bent down to Mom's belly's level, talking to the swollen life.

"What about me?" Marti squeaked, putting her small hands on her hips.

"And you too." Lizzie grinned at Marti and hugged her. George hugged us all and so did Mom.

"Come on Nora." George wrapped his arms around Marti and Nora. "We have to get going now."

"Have a great time!" Edwin called after them.

"Remember the money is in the envelope next to the fridge. Don't waste it Derek." Mom called after us as she waddled to the car.

"Hey!" Derek exclaimed, throwing his arms around like a wild monkey.

"Remember all of the emergency numbers are written down in the pad next to the telephone and remember to drive Edwin and Lizzie everywhere." Mom smiled. "I know I can trust you.

"Love you!" I called. I was echoed by everyone as we all waved at the departing car. Derek collapsed into his beloved chair and grabbed the remote.

"Edwin, get me a packet of chips from the kitchen." He called.

"Sir yes sir!" Edwin called back, heading into the kitchen like the little puppet his is.

"Would it kill you to say please?" I shot at Derek.

"No, but it would kill my dignity." He smirked at me. I sighed. There was no point in trying to change Derek. He's stuck in his ways.

"I wish I had gone to Disney land now. It sounds like lodes of fun." Lizzie pouted, looking quite disappointed.

"No Lizzie. Disney land is for babies. We have the whole house to ourselves for two whole weeks and we can do whatever we want." He caught the bag of potato chips thrown to him by Edwin with one hand. "What could be more fun than that?" He casually ripped the bag open with his teeth and then threw a chip into his mouth.

"I am prepared to keep this household in order. I have already planned a schedule and a shopping list-"

"Casey!" Derek snapped, interrupting me. "Fun. Not order."

"No Derek. George and Mom have entrusted me to keep the household in order and that it what I am going to do." I persisted whilst snatching the remote off him. "Oh and by the way, bedtime is at ten."

"Bedtime?" Derek raised an eyebrow. "You can't force me into bed, I'm a free man who is not about to be bossed around by you."

"Bedtime Derek is so you have enough time to feel awakened for the early rise in the morning." I told him. "We have lots to do." Derek snatched the remote from me.

"Der-ek!" I yelled, splitting the devil's name into two syllables.

"Early rise?" Derek yelled back. "Seriously!"

"Yeah. I'm serious Derek. At half six I expect you to be washed and dressed." I smirked at him. The expression on his face was priceless. All smugness is now completely extinct.

"Half six!" Derek shrieked. "Half six is earlier than the early bird, half six is earlier then the sun rising and most importantly half six is earlier then what time I wake up at so, no."

"Derek, unless you want to be working into the early hours of the morning the following day you need to be up ready." I openly grinned now.

"Ready for what? I won't be able to cooperate properly and to my full potential at six thirty. How about, say half eleven?" Derek asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Half eleven give us no time Derek. But I'll accept nine." I decided to be nice because he was right, he would cooperate better with more energy.

"Fine. Nine."

"Rhyme score. Ten points to Derek!" Edwin cheered.

"Edwin, shut up." Lizzie groaned.

"Yes Edwin. Shut the hell up." Derek also groaned, sinking into his chair.

About an hour later the house shook as a phone call called. Lizzie ran into the kitchen, probably hoping it was mom.

"McDonald-Venturi residence." Lizzie listened for a bit. I watched as her face fell, her eyes filled with clear liquid and her lip quivered. "W-what!" Her breathing increased in speed rapidly. I ran into the kitchen. What's wrong with her?

"No. No! No!" Lizzie dropped the phone on to the kitchen floor.