Hey Guys! I'm new to Life With Derek FF board, but I couldn't help myself. I first saw Life With Derek about two years ago and I couldn't help to think how much chemistry there was between Derek and Casey. After thinking about it and reading some of the old ff on this site, I decided to write one myself.

On that note, please submit a review after you read this. Whether you like it or not, let me know

I don't own Life With Derek, if I did, trust me it wouldn't be on Disney.

Chapter 1:

I'm on my way to work now, and I can't help but get a bit nostalgic. It's been so long since I've seen my family. Truth be told, I haven't really been back since I moved away to college six years ago. Sure I stopped by for holidays, but it was always couple of days out of the year. And sure, I speak to my family every now and then, but it's not the same.

I, Casey McDonald, am all alone in a big city. New York to be more specific. I transferred to NYU in my second year of college. I wanted nothing more than to be away from my family and away from London, Canada. Never in a million years did I think that I would miss everyone so much. I have been living here for four years. Currently, I am working on getting my Masters Degree in Performing Arts. Let me let you in on a little secret. Performing Arts do not guarantee you a job. Therefore, this brings me to my current job, a waitress.

Can you sense my eye-roll? Now, don't get me wrong. Being a waitress in New York does have it's perks. You get nights were the tips almost pay-off for all those hours that you spend on your feet. But it's not a job that I thought I would be doing when someone asked me where I saw myself in five years. Truth be told, I thought I would be living on the West Coast, in my nice, modest house. I thought that I would be looking at movie scripts and deciding what my next role should be. Okay, fine, if not movie scripts at least TV show scripts.

So how did I end up here? Well, two years ago I was offered a lead in this "made-for-TV" movie that was supposed to start my career. I was just out of undergraduate school, pretty unfamiliar with the ropes of being an actress. I guess I was what you call naïve. Anyways, when I was offered that part I didn't know that I was supposed to be a personal sex slave to the director. As soon as he made his advances, I turned him down. You know me. Casey never does something she is forced to do. Anyways, to make the long story short, I was kicked off the set and told I would never work in this profession again. From then, I decided to go back to school to get my Masters. I also had a couple of roles in insignificant shows here and there, but nothing to break my out to stardom.

Well, I guess that's what I get for being a prude. I can see Derek now, his stupid smirk on his face as he proceeds to tell me what a loser I am. It's part of the reason why I have avoided him for so many years. The fact that he got drafted to NHL helped me in that matter. When I was home for the holidays, he was out playing hockey. He only visited the family during summer, where as I was usually busy in the summer. Therefore, he is the only member of the "family" I haven't seen since I left.

From what I heard of his career, he was first drafted to Pittsburgh Penguins. There, he has become one of the top scorers in the NHL. From what I heard last from Nora, Derek was facing a possibility of being traded somewhere else due to the whole salary cap. It's all rocket science to me to be quiet honest. But he is doing what he loves. Not that I can say the same for myself.

Looking across the street, I noticed that I have finally arrived at work. I slowly crossed the street, and entered the restaurant.

"Hey Kim. What's going on today?" I stopped by the hostess.

"Hey Casey. You might wanna go change. We have couple of New York Rangers coming in for an early dinner." She informs me as I make my way to the back.

I come out to the main dining room, noticing a bunch of guys sitting at a table waiting to be served. I walk casually over taking out a pad and a pen.

"Hey guys, what can I get for you today?" I ask not looking up from the pad in my hand.

"I can't believe this. Casey?" A familiar voice asks.

I look up and I'm met with the face of a person who tried to make my teenage life as miserable as possible. Derek.