READ ME: I'm starting something new. This is called "What If…" This is what happens: I'm going to post the starter fic. Then, at the end of this fic I will give choices for the next What If… and you will review and vote for which you think would be the best fanfic.

When you vote, you will also give a suggestion for a What If… story. Every suggestion MUST start with What If… and you finish the sentence. In the next story, I will post all the suggestions and you vote for which is the best one. It continues on like that. The story suggestions must be able to be a one-shot. If it's not, I won't do it. This is a one-shot story type thing.

Get it? The next story possibilities are at the bottom of this one.

What If…

Casey had a bad dream about Derek?

Casey sat up quickly in bed, looking around. The room was pitch black so of course she couldn't see anything. She stood up quickly, stumbling through the darkness to the lightswitch on the wall. Finally she felt the wood of the door and moved her shaky hands quickly to the edge and onto the wall until she touched the plastic of the switch.

Once the light filled the room, she looked around wide eyed and checked every corner of her room. Nothing was there. She was just overreacting.

And very thirsty.

She opened her door to go to the kitchen but when she stepped out into the hall, she noticed something different. Derek's door was slightly open. Anyone who was just a stranger to the house wouldn't think anything of it. But Casey had lived there for almost three years and Derek's door being even slightly cracked wasn't a good sign. She quietly walked over to the door and peeked in.

From what she could see, Derek wasn't in his bed, and she could feel her heart rate speed up. She opened the door the rest of the way and slipped in quietly. He was there, lying in his bed facing the door.

But he wasn't moving.

Casey took a few quick steps towards him and reached out to grab his arm.

"Casey," he suddenly whispered. Her eyes found his and he looked up at her, fear in his eyes.

The next word from his lips sent a shiver down her spine: "Run."

"What?"

Suddenly Derek gasped and rolled towards her. Then she saw it. The knife in his back.

Casey looked up and screamed when she saw the man standing behind Derek's bed-

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Casey sat up suddenly in bed and turned the light on her bedside table. The clock said 12:52. The light made her feel a little relief until the next fear set in.

Derek.

She stepped out of her bed, leaving her blankets half on the floor. Walking quickly but surprisingly quiet, she made her way to Derek's room and barged in. He was sitting at his computer, wearing his boxer shorts and a black tank top. She walked around his desk and hugged him.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Casey could hear the distaste in his voice.

"I'm just glad you're alright," she told him, and she could feel the tears starting to leak out of her eyes. She was able to wipe them away before he pushed her off him.

"I'm fine," he told her, "Are you?"

"Yeah," Casey answered, "I just had a bad dream."

Derek nodded, looking at her warily. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked, making sure not to show too much worry for her.

Casey turned to look at the other side of his bed. Of course the only thing there were poster on the wall. "Do you mind if I sit in here and read for a while?"

He stared at her with a look of disbelief on his face. Finally he ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Sure, whatever."

Casey smiled. "Thanks Derek." She turned towards his bookshelf and pulled A Clockwork Orange of the shelf and sat on his bed to read it.

They both sat in silence for a while, the clicking and occasional ding coming from Derek's computer until finally he said, "What was your dream?"

Casey looked at him. He was still staring at his computer screen. She felt a little relief that he asked. She wanted to tell someone about the nightmare, so it would be easier to sleep if it wasn't bottled up inside her. And since Derek had asked, she might as well try to make it sound scary as possible…

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Alright, the choices for the next What If… are:

Derek brings home a rot wilier.

Casey breaks her computer.

Marti cuts Casey's hair in the night.

It's Lizzie's birthday.

Vote for which one you would like to see best as a fanfic and I'll write it!

By the way, if someone else wants use this "What If…" idea, I don't mind.