What Casey Wants

A/N: Ok, so I've been really really hesitant to write a Dasey fic… I'm always sending out reviews and giving people ideas for stories, but I was always afraid I'd never do the incredible couple justice! But lately I had this story that won't get out of my head so I figured, why not? I hope all those authors out there that I've talked to can help me out on this one, because you guys are my inspiration! Haha, so yeah…I don't know how original the idea is (I got the idea from the movie "what women want"…haha notice the title?) but I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: sigh no I don't own LwD and yes I wish I did…along with Michael Seater of course (swoon)…

Chapter 1: The Accident

"DER-EK!"

Everyone in the Venturi/McDonald household new that unfortunate sound. They liked to refer to it as "the shot heard 'round the world", because it was usually the beginning of a war… between Casey and Derek.

Lizzie and Edwin hesitantly crept into the kitchen that morning knowing that if they didn't watch their step, they would be dragged into the middle of the daily battle that was currently being fought in the kitchen, usually consisting of pointless topics like "Casey, you're eating MY cereal!" or "Derek, would it kill you to drink from a glass?!" So neither middle child was too surprised at what they saw when they entered the kitchen/battlegrounds.

Derek was on the far end of the island counter, half bent over from the laughter he didn't bother to suppress while on the other end, Casey stood with clenched fists and a face almost as red as her shirt had become.

"You know Case, 'cranberry juice' doesn't really suit you. You're more of an 'autumn'" Derek managed an insult once he got his laughter under control.

"Derek! You just dumped cranberry juice all over my new white shirt!" Casey was barely able to sputter out a response in all her anger.

"Really? Gee, I hadn't noticed!" Derek feigned innocence, but kept that famous smirk plastered to his face.

"THAT'S IT! I'm sick of being the better person in these stupid fights we're always having! You're gonna regret that Venturi…
Lizzie and Edwin ran for cover upstairs just as Casey lunged for the ketchup that Derek was about to smother his hash browns with and pointed it directly at him. Derek's eyes widened only for a moment, but he never lost a beat, retaining that self-satisfied grin on his face.

"Come on Casey. We both know what I did was a total accident. I mean you could've told me the Klutzilla disease was contagious! You have yourself to blame that I tripped and spilled that juice, because you weren't in proper quarantine."

Casey had a look that said something between "are you kidding me with this garbage??" and "maybe if I stare like this long enough, I'll burn a whole in your head."

That's when she snapped. Before anyone could react to the situation, Derek had been blinded with the ketchup shot into his eyes…and ears and hair. His first instinct was to back away and fast! So he groped the counter for vision and support as he stumbled to the nearest door while Casey continued to shower him in tomato ooze.

Derek found his way towards the laundry room and bolted out the back door shutting it firmly behind him. He used his shirt to wipe the ketchup off his face and hair, all the while muttering under his breath that he would definitely find a way to get Casey for some major payback.

"And I thought your bathroom aim was suffering! Your kitchen aim couldn't hit a 400 pound Moose!"

'Wow Venturi. That was pretty lame.' Derek thought to himself, but he was just happy he got the last word whether Casey could hear him or not.

Derek turned to go back inside when he heard a dreadful noise. The confident click of a lock on the other side of the door and the whisper of an evil laugh from a victorious girl. This was not good. He looked around quickly at his surroundings though he knew them all too well. The Venturis kept their gate locked from the outside and ever since Derek had been sneaking into the Davis' yard to swim in their newly cleaned pool, they had built their fence up to an impossibly high level. He was trapped.

And that's when the storm began. Derek suddenly felt something cold and wet hit his neck and looked up to find millions of raindrops even more suddenly starting to pour down from the sky.

"Just a mist. I'm not giving Casey the satisfaction of begging my way into MY own house." Derek thought to himself. But a bright flash of lightening and a loud crash of thunder brought Derek out of his moody rants and he could only think one thing.
To hell with pride. He ran to the door and pounded as hard as he could. He might not want to admit it, but he was just a little afraid of thunderstorms. Ok, very afraid.

"Casey, let me in NOW!"

Silence.

"Casey, I'm serious! Dad?! Nora? Edwin? Lizzie? MARTI!"

Crickets.

It just so happened that Nora and George were drowned in the noise of their TV downstairs, Edwin and Lizzie were playing a game upstairs, and Marti was in a magic land somewhere in her room. As for Casey, she was in the kitchen with a fresh shirt and a smile on her face as she fixed her breakfast while listening to Derek's pathetic groveling.

'Well, it is raining a little hard out there. Maybe I should let him in…' but Casey let the thought out of her mind as quick as it had entered, because an even louder voice was convincing her of how much Derek deserved this so she went off with her breakfast to study in her room.

"Perfect!" Derek yelled with a voice dripping in sarcasm.

Just as he was thinking of finding a way to climb over the impossible fence, he didn't even have time to blink before something fierce jolted through his body and he fell to the now muddy ground. Light rain splattered on his lifeless face as the storm mysteriously let up to show him some mercy.

Casey looked at her clock. 'He's been out there for almost an hour, he could get sick. Just suck it up and let him in Casey…' she thought and slowly made her way down the stairs and to the back door. After fumbling with the lock, she swung the door open.

"Ok Derek, you have my permission to-" Casey stopped short at the sight of Derek sprawled out on the ground. "Derek?!" She sprinted towards him.

Somehow, Casey managed to drag Derek's body into the house with the help of a skateboard and was about to call family for help and grab the phone to dial 911 when she heard a faint whimper coming from Derek. She had never been more relieved or happy to hear such a sound!

She quickly bent down, ready to help in any way possible. After all, this was sort of her fault.

"Oh my God, Derek, are you ok? What happened? I am so sorry about this! I should've never locked you out in a storm, I was just so mad! Tell me what happened! Can you move? How did-"

"CASEY", Derek seemed fully awake (and annoyed) and managed to get a word in edgewise, "Chillax. For the sake of my ears, please. I'm fine I just…I don't really know what happened. Something knocked me out I guess. Which wouldn't have happened if I didn't have such a careless princess for a sister…" He muttered the last part under his breath, but he knew she could hear him. Even after a near death experience, Derek Venturi couldn't help but try to get a rise out of his stepsister. He was finally able to admit to himself a little while ago that he liked doing it, because she was pretty cute when she was angry. But he convinced himself that was NOT the only reason. THE Derek like his klutzy stepsister? Ew.

But for once he didn't get the reaction he was looking for. She seemed to have let the comment slide and looked at him with the highest concern. She knew he was right, this was all her fault.

'Oh God Casey, this is all your fault. Derek could've died because of you! I must be the worst person in the world! Well, he seems to be ok. His eyes are wide open…and they're still absolutely gorgeous...'

"Heh, um not that I don't appreciate the compliments Case, I mean I've heard it from every girl, but from you it's a little awkward. And why are you referring to this situation in the third person?"

"Derek, what are you talking about? I haven't said anything."

Cue Derek's confused face. 'What?'

Ok so this chapter was a little longer than I planned but I just got so excited that I couldn't stop typing haha! Well sorry if anything is dragging but I promise the next chapter will get pretty interesting…And I was gonna go with the whole part in "what women want" where the guy is supposed to be electrocuted in the bathtub but I went with lightning instead! But I would NEVER do that to him in real life. EVER. Also I tried to imply a little Dasey in there but basically I'm just trying to get the first chapter across. Well, Review (I know all the lovely authors I've shared such great reviews with wont let me down…I hope haha)! I'll update soon.
3, Christina