Disclaimer: I do not own Life With Derek

A/N: Not sure where this idea came from. It will become a Dasey, but don't hold your breath for it. This story is rated M for a reason. It will have language, maybe some violence and defiantly adult themes. I hope it does not offend anyone, and if it goes too far for M ratings standards, please let me know :)

Characters will most likely be OOC, but seeing as how this is set four years later from when the show started, personality changes are due to happen. If you have any comments, questions, or suggestions, please let me know.

Also, as in most my stories;

"Talking"

"Thinking"

"Flashback"

Unless otherwise indicated.

Thanks and hope you enjoy "Beautifully Broken"

Chapter One: Milk, Tests and Surprises.

Derek drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his car. He was on his way home from school and was ready to relax for the 4 day weekend.

Both Casey and Derek had graduated the year before and were currently going to the community college. And this weekend the family was going to celebrate both teen's 19th birthday.

Pulling into the driveway, Derek turned his car off, grabbed his backpack and headed inside in search of the one thing he had been craving all day.

Food.

Dumping his bag by the door Derek made his way into the kitchen, and was greeted by Nora who was busy making dinner.

"Hey Derek" she greeted with a smile, "How was school?"

Derek took a drink from the milk container and shrugged, "Same as always. Booorring."

Nora laughed and shook her head, "Don't you have hockey practice?"

"Canceled. On account of the coach coming down with a really bad case of the flu and can't even get out of bed."

"Interesting."

"Oh well, there's always next week." Derek replied as he took another drink.

"Oh for God's sake Derek!" a voice broke out behind him, making Derek choke on his milk.

"You're 19 years old!" Casey stormed up next to her step-brother, "Get a glass!"

Derek just smirked at her and took another drink earning a glare from Casey and a sigh from Nora. She and George had given up on the two of them getting along. It had already been 4 years.

Casey snatched a carrot from Nora's pile for salad and leaned against the counter, "And why are you here? Don't you have practice or something?"

"I live here Casey. Remember? I was here first."

Casey rolled her eyes, "Oh not this again, isn't it getting a little old?"

"Yes, now that you mention it Casey you are getting a few wrinkles around the eyes. Try relaxing once in a while. It does wonder for the nerves."

Casey scoffed as she grabbed another carrot, "You mean be like you? And the correct word would be lazy."

Nora held up both hands; "Okay, either help me with dinner, or take this argument somewhere else."

The words were hardly out of her mouth before both teens rushed out of the kitchen. Nora chuckled and went back to cutting carrots.

Derek lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and text books scattered across the bed and floor. Surprisingly enough Derek studied now. He had to. If he got less then 75 percent on any paper he would get cut from the hockey team. With a sigh he rolled to his side and stared at the math book; he was stuck and even though he had the weekend to work on it, he knew he was fucked.

Derek made a face; there was only one thing to do. Groaning loudly he got off his bed, grabbed the book and opened his door. Dragging his feet and walking as slowly as he could he made his way to Casey's door. And he still got there sooner then he would have liked.

He knocked on the door and called out her name.

When he heard no answer he tried the door, but of course it was locked. Casey had started locking her door right after they turned 18. What an annoyance.

"Casey!" Derek banged on the door again.

"Oh alright!" Derek heard her snap, "Hold on."

He listened to her scuffle around a few minutes before the door opened, "What do you want?"

Derek held out his text book and Casey smirked, "Aw, a gift. How thoughtful."

Derek rolled his eyes, "Come on Casey, will you help me out here? I've got a test on Tuesday."

Casey pressed her lips together tightly as she thought about it, "Fine. But you owe me."

"50 bucks"

Casey laughed, "Please. Make it $150 and you've got a deal."

"$150 Casey?"

Casey shrugged and started to close her door, "Maybe Edwin can help y-"

Derek put his hand on the door, "$75 now, and $75 after the text."

"Deal."

Derek pushed past her, "Let's get started."

"No!"

Derek raised an eyebrow and Casey cleared her throat, "I mean, not in here. Let's go downstairs."

"Where everyone's gonna be noisy? No way!" Derek flopped down on her bed, "Come on princess," he patted the spot next to him then stopped.

"What the hell?" he muttered.

"Derek don't!" Casey cried but Derek had already thrown back her quit.

"What the fuck is this?!"

Casey spun around and locked her door, "Will you keep your voice down?" she hissed.

Derek pointed to her bed, which was covered with $100's and $50's, "Where the hell did you get all that?"

Casey rushed over and started gathering the money up, "What does it matter?"

"You've got at least a couple grand here Case." Derek spat, "I think it matters. Where did it come from?"

"It's none of your business"

Casey finished dumping the money into a can and held it to her chest, "Now if you don't mind, can we go downstairs now?"

Casey slid the can under her bed, grabbed Derek by the collar and dragged him out of her room.

"Did you get a second job? Did you get a raise?" Derek hounded her as they went downstairs.

"Derek!" Casey put her hands up, "Just drop it, okay? Unlike some people, I know how to save my money."

She folded her arms, "Speaking of money, where's my 75 bucks?"

Derek rolled his eyes and he dug into his back pocket, "Like you need it."

As he placed the money in her hands his eyes widened, "That's it!" he cried.

"What's it?"

"You're charging people an arm and a leg for tutoring! That's why you're always gone at night."

Casey waved her arms around in mock celebration, "Congratulations! You figured it out! Would you like a gold star? Now can we go study before I change my mind and just take your money?"

Derek dropped his book on the couch, "Whatever you say, teacher."

Casey groaned and sat on the couch next to him, "And since when do you pay attention to when I go out?"

An hour later the family sat down for dinner, with Casey and Derek surprisingly quiet. Derek was in his own thoughts, trying to remember everything he and Casey had just covered. While Casey looked like she was on a completely different planet.

"You guys have anything special planned for the weekend?" Nora asked the oldest children. Derek shook his head, his mouth full of meat-loaf, "Gottastudy" he mumbled and somehow managed to not drop anything out of his mouth.

"Casey?"

Lizzie kicked her sister in the shin to get her attention, "Hmm?"

"Did you make plans for this weekend?"

Derek wasn't really surprised to see Casey nod slowly. She always had plans on the weekends. Nobody really knew what they were, but she was never home.

"Why?" Lizzie asked.

This time it was George who spoke up, "Well, Nora and I were thinking about going out to the Carnival tomorrow night. And then having the birthday Sunday night; seeing as how you guys have Monday off as well."

"I wanna go!" Lizzie cried.

"Sounds good to me" Edwin pitched in.

"Me too!" Marti added.

Casey shook her head, "Sorry Mom, I'll be there for the party, but I can't do the Carnival."

"Same here Dad. I've have ace this test."

George smiled at his son. He always dreamed of the day Derek would say that. Granted it was because he didn't want to get kicked off hockey. But still, something's better then nothing.

Nora sighed in disappointment, "We understand that Derek. But Casey, what are you doing that's so important?"

Casey looked up from her plate, "Study group" she said without batting an eye.

Over the course of four years Casey had gotten much better at lying. But Derek could always still see through her lies. And he could see she was lying through her teeth right then. It was her eyes, they were the dead giveaway. Normally a crystal blue, they would turn frosty green and she would always clench her right hand.

"Well I guess if you have to. The five of us will just go, right Nora?"

Nora smiled, "Of course."

Marti threw her hands up in the arm, "YES!"

Casey turned back to her plate and Derek picked up his cup. Holding it against his lip, he smirked; he eyes trained on Casey.

"Where do you go at night Casey?"

The next night George and Nora gathered up the younger children, asked Casey and Derek to come again and after the two declined they all left.

As soon as the front door closed Casey hurried up to her room and Derek sat down with a sigh at the living room table.
Letting his head drop to the table he groaned softly, "I hate school."

At 7:30 Casey came back down, her long hair curled and her make-up done heavier then normal.

"Got a date tonight?" Derek said as he watched her put on her coat, "Thought you had a study group."

Casey looked at him over her shoulder, "Who says I don't?"

"Well for one your hair and make-up."

Casey rolled her eyes, "Just study. Don't want you to mess up on that text."

Derek scowled, "Where are you going?"

"None of your business" Casey snapped right before she slammed the door.

Derek leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. There was no way she was going on a date. Casey had broken up with Max right after graduation and the guy was now playing football in the states. And even though Casey had become very privet over the last year and a half, Derek knew she wasn't seeing someone knew, there was no way she could keep that to her self.

And who dresses up for a study group? Seriously, even Casey wasn't that weird.

Derek looked back and forth between his text book and the phone. He knew he needed to ace the exam, but his curiosity won over and he reached for the phone. A few moments he spoke, "No questions, just listen to me very closely."

Sam came to full stop before going through the stop sign. He looked over to his phone that lay on the passenger seat, "I still don't understand what I'm doing Derek."

Derek's voice came over the speaker, "What's not to understand. FOLLOW CASEY!"

Sam rolled his eyes, "Okay, let me rephrase that. Why?"

"Is that really important?"

Sam slowed down and tried to peer around the truck in front of him, making sure Casey's car was still there.

"Hmm, let me think. You call me at 7: 30 at night, demand I go out to my car, and wait for Casey. And when she passes, you want me to follow her. I'm pretty sure it's important!"

Derek chuckled, "Don't worry about it man, I'm just trying to see what she's been up to. Where are you at now?"

"Sitting at a stop light on 1st and…" Sam craned his neck to see the other street sign, " Washington."

"What the fuck is she doing all the way over there?"

"Hell if I know. I'm just the stalker here, remember?"

"Whatever. Call me when she parks, I'm on my way."

The light turned green as Derek hung up and Sam gently pushed the gas pedal. Derek was right; this was an odd place for Casey to be in. It was the darker side of town, filled with bars, strip clubs and hookers on nearly every corner. The truck between Casey's car and Sam's turned and Sam slouched slightly in his seat to keep from being seen. "Derek. I really hate you right now."

Derek shifted in his seat and glanced at his clock, it was nearing 8:30 now and Sam had yet to call him, "Where the fuck are you going Casey?"

Right then Derek's phone rang, and he hit speaker, "Talk to me."

"Um, Derek?" Sam's voice sounded hesitant and Derek frowned, "What's wrong?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Just get your ass down to 1st and Guster. And get here quick."

20 minutes later Derek parked his car next to Sam's and hoped out, "Where is she?"

Sam pointed behind him "She went in there, through the side door."

Derek turned and his face paled slightly, "Why the hell would she go in there?"

"What are you going to do?

Derek looked back at Sam, "We gotta see what's she'd doing in there."

"I agree. But how? That's bar Derek. And last time I checked we're not 21."

"You might not be" Derek smirked and pulled out his wallet. From behind his ID he pulled out another ID.

Sam's eyebrows shot up, "Where the fuck did you get a fake ID?"

"Jason Madsons. Damn thing cost me nearly $300, but it was worth it, don't ya think?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "You're gonna get caught."

"Whatever. Just wait in the car. I'll be back soon."

Sam mumbled and climbed into his car. Derek started walking across the street but picked up his pace as rain started to fall.

Derek pulled his coat off and shook the rain from his hair. The bouncers at the door had been no problem; just waved him in and Derek quickly made his way through the crowd. Sitting at a table Derek looked around for a sight of Casey. The thought of her being in there making him sick.

"What would Casey be doing in a strip club?"

His eyes scanned the dark room but saw no sign of the girl. Right then a pretty girl with a tray came up to his table; Derek flashed her a smile, "Hey there."

The girl smiled back, "Hi."

"Do you think you could help me? I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

"Her name is Casey. Casey McDonald."

The girl shook her head, "No. There's no one here by that name."

Derek grabbed her arm as she turned to go, "Wait. I don't mean work here. I mean..." he sighed. What did he mean?

"Look, she's about your height. She's got long dark chestnut hair and crystal blue eyes. Have you seen her?"

The girl studied him a minute before answering, "Do you mean Rain?"

"Rain?"

"Yeah" the girl said softly, "She's the only girl here who matches what you said."

"I see. Where can I find her?"

She nodded behind him, "She's on in a few."

Derek let his hand drop and the girl left. He turned to see what the girl had indicated to, and his stomach dropped.

"Oh…god...no…" he whispered.

A/N: Please tell me what you think.