A/N - I don't know if anyone has done this, but anyway here goes. I, like many of you LWD readers miss the episodes that used to give me such pleasure and content every time I spotted a Dasey moment. Some episodes had a little, others a lot, and some others had practically none. These were the episodes that came throughout the ending of the show. So, to fulfill my yearning for something Dasey, I decided to add my own moments.

Below are snippets from each episode from seasons 1-4. I will be adding 'missing' scenes. These will work as a slight and gradual development towards the relationship between our favourite fighting step-sibs. And these scenes need not be always with the couple, it could be with anyone within the series as well.

Although this is probably the most I've used of existing dialogues, I still do not own the show. I've sent in the application, and 20 cents worth of bribe money. I expect a call any day now.

Enjoy!

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In Rooming and other things...

Derek Venturi glared at the wall to his right. He couldn't believe his ears. Was that chick music? Sighing, he moved towards his stereo and increased the volume. His eyes snapped back to the wall when he realized that his opponent had done the same. Straightening his back in preparation for a showdown that he was obviously going to win, he stormed out of his room, and knocked on the door right next to his bedroom. Hard.

The door swung open letting out a stream of bubble gum pop music. He winced.

"Can I help you?" His new step-sister asked sweetly.

His eyes narrowed as he strode confidently into her room. She stared dumbfounded as he grabbed her player and pulled out the plug violently.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" She tried to grab the instrument from him, but he kept it out of her reach.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked her, as if she just asked the most dumbest question in the world.

"Give it back." She tried to grab the player again, but he effectively blocked her. "You have no right to take it."

He laughed humorlessly. "No right? That's rich coming from a charity case, who has invaded my house, and who tried to con me out of my room."

Casey's cheeks flushed with anger. "Charity case? You're the one who's living in a dump. You can keep your room. I'd rather stay in a bio-hazard free environment."

Derek's jaw slammed shut. "Suit yourself." With one last glare, he made his way to the bedroom door. He halted when he felt resistance from the player he was holding, turning around, his eyes met her determined ones.

"You're not leaving with this."

"And you think that you can stop me." His voice betrayed the fact that he was impressed, although slightly.

She hesitated a second before her eyes locked on his. "Yes."

"I'd like to see you try." He saw the flicker of defeat in her eyes before the silence confirmed his suspicions. "I thought so." He pulled roughly, and she let go of the player. He could see her anger, but that didn't bother him. If Edwin's assessment was correct, Casey McDonald was a people pleas-er, and she would not go against her mother's request to avoid a fight with him at all cost.

"I hate you." Her voice was soft, but the seething dislike she felt for him could be heard in each syllable.

If it was anyone else, he would have smirked and walked away. But for her, he thought a parting shot was in order. "We have three more years together, get used to it." Enjoying the glare she focused towards him, he went back to his room. A celebration was in order. Looks like Casey McDonald, even with all her fighting and refusal to give in was just like everyone else in his life, subordinate to him.

In Falling for respect...

She knew that everyone was talking about it, how could they not? She had inadvertently embarrassed herself most probably for the rest of her life. For every high school reunion she would be named 'Klutzilla' and it was all thanks to Satan's spawn born of virgin's blood, Derek. Honestly, every time someone says that name a crater should fall to the earth, just to provide the feeling behind the evil his name brings to her mind.

But right now, she was trying to forget all of that. She was depressed with her new label, which was why she was eating something she rarely ate, peanut butter and jelly. As a dancer, she has been trained to eat healthy, she never starved herself, but her body has now gotten used to the high fibre diet and she never really experienced cravings, unless special circumstances occur. Such as being embarrassed on a local scale.

"Woah! What'dya think you're doing?"

Taking a deep breath she faced her arch enemy. "What do you want Derek?"

He was smug, she could see it in his eyes. Walking purposefully toward her, he stopped, grabbed the chair in front of her and moved it to the side, bowing with his hand extended, gesturing to the pathway he had created. "For you Princess. We don't want you to trip over the chair and hurt your own butt for a change."

Maybe the fact that everything blurred except for his figure was a feline thing within her, but the next thing she knew, the peanut butter jelly sandwich accompanied with the flat porcelain plate went flying towards him. He ducked, and the plate smashed against the wall behind him, breaking into a multitude of pieces. The sandwich on the other hand stayed stuck to the wall.

Casey groaned as she thought of the work she would have to do to remove the sticky substance, while Derek, bent into two, laughed insensitively in a way that froze her blood. After several deep breaths, his laughter subsided. To her horror, he turned and screamed into the living room. "Klutzilla's gone Godzilla". He turned back to her, smirk in place. Perhaps he didn't see her hand reach for the butter knife next to her. "Don't forget to clean up, after all, don't you always say we should clean up our own mess?" With a wink, he was gone.

That night, Casey dreamt sweet dreams where the butter knife caused a flurry of sticky red liquid fall against the wall.

In Partying with the people...

As soon as the phone rang the second time, it was off the hook and against her ear. "Hi." She whispered. She knew who it was, after all, was she not promised that she would receive this call the moment the caller went home?

"How did it go?"

Turning on the spot, Casey surveyed the rest of the mess that she was yet to clear. "Not that good. Especially since I'm the only one who's doing any work around here."

"What about Derek? I thought he would be grounded 'til next month."

"Derek? Oh, you mean the person who tricked me into taking all the blame? Yeah, he's probably in his room reading comic books."

"Tricked you? How?"

Casey sighed. Admitting how it all happened was a bit embarrassing, even if the only person she would probably tell this to was her best friend. "When we were stuck in the bathroom, we... talked."

"You talked?" Her friend sounded envious. If she only knew.

"Yeah." Grabbing the garbage bag, she headed towards the kitchen and started cleaning up the counter, while keeping the phone close to her ear. "I really thought that under all of the bravado and school popular jock there was actually a normal human being inside. Someone scared of rejection, and therefore puts on a facade everywhere he goes." She scoffed at the memory. "Serves me right for believing Derek Venturi. It was all a lie to make me feel sorry for him." She picked up a disgusting sock and threw in in the bag. "I'm such an idiot. He's so selfish."

"Come on, Case. Maybe he was telling the truth. You know how guys are, one moment of weakness is perceived as them being weak."

"Well the only part that's weak in Derek is his mind. I have to get back at him for this."

"Wont you get into more trouble?"

Casey scrunched up her face as she found a blob of something undetectable. "He needs to help out. This was all his idea. I was forced into this situation, and I have to clean the mess? The least he can do is take out the garbage." She stilled, a thought materializing in the recesses of her mind. "Actually, I think that's the perfect way to get him to help out."

"What are you thinking?"

"Gotta go, Em. It's time for Derek to clear his half of the mess." Hanging up, she grabbed the garbage bag and headed upstairs. Yup, this was going to be fun.

In Tailing the opposition...

She took his tv! She freaking took his most prized possession. Granted he didn't pay for it and it technically 'belonged to the family' but still, everyone knew that the remote belonged to him, ergo, everyone, including her, would know that the tv belonged to him. And she took it! Without his permission!

"I know what you're doing." He snapped as he folded his arms and stood at the doorway to the kitchen.

"Oh? You know what pouring oneself a glass of water is? Congratulations! You're now eligible to move on to grade 2."

He rolled his eyes. "I know why you wanted Nora to change everything. You want control."

Casey sighed in exasperation. "What?"

"You heard me." Uncrossing his arms, he started walking towards her. "You don't like the fact that I own this house as well as the school, so, you're trying to dethrone me by getting your mom to try to fight for superiority over my Dad."

"Derek, we just cleaned the house."

"No. You made it purple and girly and you hid the tv."

"We didn't hide it, it's in the basement."

"Whatever, my point is, you were wrong to do this."

"What? You are wrong for not accepting change. Girls live here now, the house should reflect that."

Derek took another step forward, his eyes meeting hers unflinchingly. "Oh yeah? I bet that right now during their 'talk', my Dad is laying down the rules to your mom and she will have no choice but to follow it."

Casey scoffed. "Your Dad does anything to make my mom happy, even if he doesn't like it. I bet that my mom is laying down the rules, while your dad promises to follow them."

Scoffing, he held out his hand. "A bet it is then. Loser gets to take their crap out of the living room."

After staring at his hand for a few seconds, she grabbed it and let it go instantly. "Deal."

They went down to the basement to listen to the conversation between their parents. Their siblings followed, each of them curious as to the outcome of their first public fight in front of the children. Needless to say, Derek might not have won the bet per se, but he did win what he wanted when Ms. Righteousness decided that she was wrong and by extension that he was right. He was definitely getting used to being right.

In Grading the commitment...

"And.. we're done." Casey mumbled as she closed the book shut. She leaned back and yawned, stretching the muscles that had tensed into knots because of her stiff sitting position at the table.

"We are?" Derek asked sounding petrified. He felt his stomach drop in fear. Surely they haven't covered everything. Surely he was going to flunk the presentation. Surely he was going to fail.

"Um hm." She sounded absent minded as she piled up the books they had been referring for the past few hours.

Derek watched her stand up and in panic, grabbed her arm. She looked down at his hands before facing him. "Maybe we should go through it again."

"We went through it five times, you're fine." Yanking her arm away, she turned and started heading towards the stairs. Before she could place her foot on the first step, he stopped her.

"What about the works? We only went through it twice."

"Derek, we know everything backwards. We're fine."

He stood up and walked towards her. "No, you're fine. I'm still confused about his life's work."

Shaking her head, she started walking up the stairs. "Just go to sleep. A few hours of rest would do you some good."

Sighing, Derek rubbed the back of his neck and went back to sit at the table. "You go ahead. I still have to go through some stuff."

Casey watched as her step-brother opened a book and continued reading, rubbing his eyes to rid the tiredness that had settled upon him. She felt that same tiredness. Her body ached, and her mind felt like it could hold no more coherent thoughts. And if she felt like this, she could just imagine how Derek felt, considering he probably never worked this hard academically before. Sighing, she walked down the stairs and took her place next to him.

He looked at her confused. "I thought you're going to sleep."

"I am." She pulled the book he was reading towards her. "Going through it one more time wont hurt."

He watched her for a few seconds before giving in to his inner mannerisms. "Thanks." He whispered.

She smiled at him. Maybe he was genuinely thankful. "You're welcome." She picked up her short notes. "Lets start from the beginning..."

In the rules of Wedding planning...

Looking both ways, Casey pushed open the door and rushed into the room, closing the door quickly behind her. She contemplated turning the lock, but then changed her mind for fear that it would look suspicious. She surveyed the room, her face scrunched in disgust. There was a wonderful invention call the vacuum cleaner, maybe she should drop in some brochures. Obviously he lacked such basic knowledge concerning household appliances.

Walking around the room slowly, she tried to assess where he could be keeping what she was looking for. She checked his desk drawer first, then moved onto his closet. After a few unsuccessful minutes of trying to sort through his pile of clothes, she decided to bend onto her hands and knees and check under his bed. Through the dust and grime, she noticed a box which looked like they had tapes protruding from the top. Grinning to herself, she flattened onto the dirty floor and reached under the bed to grab the box. She leaned in further and further, until her head was under the low bed. Her fingers curled around the cardboard and she yanked it forward. Coming out from under the bed wasn't easy, she coughed and sputtered since her lungs begged for clean purified air. As her head emerged from below, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a pair of shoes, which caused her heart to stop beating for a quick second. Her eyes slowly ran up the figure, who's identity she knew even before her eyes met brown sparkling ones.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Derek smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Casey knew that she must be looking like a sight from the unwashed. Her hair was all over her face, having collected a generous amount of dust from under his bed, and her body which had been flat on the floor, had also worked as a mop of some sort.

Bending down, Derek grabbed the box of tapes from her slackened hands. "You want something, Spacey?"

"I was just.. looking for a tape." She sputtered.

His eyes held something unfamiliar. "Which one?"

Her stomach tightened. He sounded like he knew. "A.. family.. video..."

"The only family video I have is of your aunt's wedding, and I gave that to Nora."

He knew!

Standing up quickly, she made an effort to brush the grime from her clothes. "Oh? Then I better go ask her." She moved around him.

Derek placed the box on the ground before facing her. "You wanted to see the extra scenes didn't you?"

Casey paused, her mind telling her that fleeing would prove him right. "Uh.. no.. why would I?" She was nervous. She held her hands together to stop them from shaking.

Derek looked down at her hands before facing her with a surprisingly intense expression. "If you want the video of me kissing Victoria, you're out of luck. It's for my viewing pleasure only."

"I don't care about that." She snapped.

"Really? Cause it seems like you do."

She scoffed. "Well, if you mean caring about family loyalty, then I guess I do."

"What family loyalty?"

"The kind of family loyalty where you wouldn't kiss my cousin. She hates me, Derek. And you kissed her."

"Blah, blah, blah. And we finally start the younger McDonald generation drama. Me kissing her has nothing to do with you."

"Yes it does!"

"How?" He had a feeling that she was making it up as she went along.

"Well, for starters, she's my cousin."

He raised his eyebrows at her. "And?"

"And, if you hate me, you should hate her." She sounded unsure.

"Really?"

"Well, maybe not hate. But you're suppose to be my family, and you kissing her is just like you back stabbed me." She felt the truth in her words.

Derek watched her silently for a second before he advanced on her, his expression passive and set in stone. "We're not family."

Expecting this, she retaliated. "Yeah I know. We are not related and we don't like each other and.."

"No." He cut her off. He stared right into her eyes, his gaze serious. "We, are not related. And what Victoria and I did had nothing to do with you. Don't try to make yourself more special than you are."

She felt her throat close up and her eyes sting at his words. Sometimes he could be very hurtful. "You're right. This is not about Victoria or me. It's about you. It always has to be about you, doesn't it Derek? I can see through your fake 'I'm the king of the world' routine. We are family. And I will look out for you, because that's what family does. After all I remember you asking my help once or twice, and I haven't refused you yet. All I'm saying is, family loyalty goes both ways."

He stayed silent, his expression softening somewhat. "Fine. I'll keep family loyalty in mind next time." Even though he said that, she could see that he was still fighting over the issue internally. "But I make no promises."

She let out small smile. "Okay." It made sense. With Derek, none of these things were easy. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable, Casey started moving towards the door. "I'll go then."

Derek nodded, giving no other sign that their fight was over. With one last look, she left. She needed a shower. But more than that, she needed someone to talk to. The fact that she had a relatively normal conversation with Derek Venturi should be in the record books under things that were never supposed to happen.

In Chickenpox goodness...

"You got a cellphone?" Edwin asked, his eyes wide.

Casey grinned. "Yup. Now I never have to worry about being out of touch again." She stood up from the island and went to the refrigerator to pour herself some orange juice.

Edwin picked up the silver instrument and studied it. "I cant believe Dad and Nora gave you one. I thought we're suppose to work and save our own money if we want one."

"It wasn't mom and George." She said distractedly as she hunted for a glass. "Derek gave it to me."

Edwin nearly dropped the phone in surprise. "Derek? As in Derek Venturi? As in my brother who is currently up stairs, Derek Venturi?"

Casey threw her step-brother a confused look. "Yeah, that Derek Venturi. He gave it to me as thank you for helping him out with his business. Why?

"He.. but he.. He never really.. " Edwin stammered. He saw her raise her eyebrows at him and stopped, the shock of her statement disappearing under the need to explain why this was such a big deal. "I've been his brother for years, helped him out in all kinds of stuff, some of which that I'm pretty sure could be illegal. And he has never once said thank you in any way. Whether by doing something nice, forgetting my debt, paying me back, or simply by saying it. And I'm his brother." He looked at her pointedly, but she just stared at him blankly. "Derek doesn't just give people phones." He said slowly while moving the said instrument back and forth in front of her.

Her eyes widened. "Do you think it's bugged?"

He shrugged. "Could be. Wouldn't put it past him."

"Why do you think he gave it to me?"

"I don't know. But I suggest you figure it out soon before he comes back to collect." Leaving the phone, Edwin hopped off the stool and left the kitchen.

Casey picked up the phone and examined it carefully, hoping that the answer to her question could be seen on the metal cover. Derek Venturi, what are you up to?