I do not own Life with Derek or any of these characters! But anyway, hey :) I sort of had this surge of idea one day because it kind of hit me that no one really wrote on here (well mostly) about what'd happen if the family did actually find out about Casey and Derek's secret sexual relationships... so here's my take. Oh and don't worry. This isn't a one-shot so there's going to be more chapters. There's actually a plot to this. MY FIRST FIC, TOO, SO READ AND REVIEW YOU GUYS! :D THANK YOUUUUU!
Casey had never seen George look as broken and destroyed as he did right at that moment. He had red clouds in his eyes from sobbing to Nora, black clouds under them for having done so the entire night. He had on his best black suit, complete with a tie – the same one he had worn four years ago, the night he had carried Nora through the threshold of their new home.
He'd come with bags that night – Nora's.
He was leaving with bags tonight – his.
"I've decided I should take the boys and Marti up to Abby's mother's place in Spain," his voice so grim, his voice so sober, the announcement of a death. "I don't think we'll be coming back. I'm so sorry, Nora. I can't live with this, especially not here. Not in this house. I'm sorry."
Nora's lips twisted. Her eyes shut tight and stayed tight, in a desperate attempt to stifle the tears. She nodded shakily. Her arms curled around Lizzie, holding onto the girl for dear life and for the sweet comfort that Casey wasn't at liberty to provide. The three of them then watched as Edwin and Marti descended the stairs. Edwin had in one arm Marti's bags, and hanging on the other all his own.
He avoided eye-contact with Casey as he set the things down by the coat hanger.
"Kids –" George muttered, gesturing towards the McDonald family. "Last goodbyes."
Marti was the first to burst into tears. "I'm gonna miss you, Nora!" she exploded, breaking into a quick sprint and crashing into her short-lived step-mother. "I'm gonna miss you so much!"
Nora, barely able to talk, embraced Marti back as hard as she possibly could.
"I'll miss you too, Nora," Edwin murmured, smiling weakly. "And you, too, Liz."
Lizzie pulled him into a hug – their last one, ever. "I'll miss you so much, Ed. Don't you ever forget me."
"I won't."
"Be safe in Spain," Nora breathed.
George took a breath. "Clock's ticking. I'm sorry but we've got to go. It was – it was good being with you, Nora."
And then he turned, and made to leave.
Casey's heart slipped into her stomach. She lunged forwards, hard. "George – no – please don't go!" she yelled. She had to try – It would work – he'd listen. He'd listen – "George – please! I'm so sorry for what I did! Please don't do this to us!"
She wanted to tell him she hadn't planned it – she wanted to tell him it'd been an accident. She wanted to tell him tried, at least tried, to save their family. But if she did, then she'd have lied. So alright, she hadn't planned it, and maybe it'd really been an accident – but she hadn't done a thing to stop it, or to save their family. She'd neglected them. Stupid, dumb, conceited, she'd neglected them for her own self-righteous, selfish needs.
But she had to try – "George, please –" she had to try –
"Shut up, Casey!" Nora screamed. "Shut up!"
Marti hugged Edwin to escape the pain; George turned away from them.
"I can't believe you did this to us," Nora wept, such a mess that she was bawling on the floor. "You broke us up. You broke this entire family up. We were so happy, Casey, I was so happy, so happy – so happy – and you went against your better judgement, all that I've taught you, and you look what you've done! Shut up. Just shut up. I don't want to listen, because you're no daughter of mine – not anymore!"
"I'm sorry!" she screamed again, only to find that she, too, was crying. "But please don't let George leave, Mom, please don't let him leave –"
"I'm not sorry, Casey," George shook his head. He picked up his bags, and Edwin followed suit. "And I don't have the time for your games. You've done what you've done, and you know what you've done. You've put us in the position we're in. So goodbye, Casey."
And then three of them turned towards the door, and walked out of her life.