Author's Note: If you've ever seen "It Happened One Night" try to find the reference! Also, if you have not seen "It Happened One Night" go do that right now. Well, after you read this chapter anyways lol

Chapter Two

"I think we're all settled," Phillip glanced around their half of the cabin. Casey had put up old bed sheets by duct taping the ends to either side of the cabin as a privacy curtain. Their clothes were folded and put away in one of the small dressers, and the bed was made up. It was very cramped. Casey was already starting to feel claustrophobic.

"Looks good," she lied, "Let's go see what the others are up to..."

"Not so fast," Phillip stopped her, "We don't have to go back out there just yet, do we?"

Casey raised an eyebrow, wondering how in the tight confines of their cabin Phillip could even think of being intimate. A june bug buzzed, hitting the screen of the window. Phillip sat down on the bed and motioned Casey over to join him. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and caved. She laid down on the bed next to Phillip, trying to get into the mood. The june bug began to buzz louder, and the only thing Casey felt was annoyed.

"Come on," Phillip pressed, "We have some time to ourselves. Let's take advantage of that."

"Well...okay," Casey gave in and they began to kiss. But as they kissed, her mind began to wander. Usually Phillip could easily hold all her attention, but her mind was wandering back to the buzzing june bug and the cramped cabin. Come on, Case. Get into this.

Phillip pushed her back onto the mattress and climbed on top of her. The only thing Casey could think was - how can he be intimate now?

He began to unbutton her shirt and Casey tried to get her mind in the right state. Suddenly, the door clattered open. Casey gasped and tried to push Phillip off of her. This was not how she had pictured seeing Derek for the first time in three years. Phillip was confused why his girlfriend was trying to shove him off and instead of moving off of her, stayed put - straddling her hips.

"Privacy curtain, really Case," Derek tugged at the bed sheet until the duct tape pulled and released. The "curtain" came falling to the floor. Casey gasped again, her face turning all shades of red. Phillip raised his eye brow.

"Hey man, can we get some privacy here?"

"Oh my God," Derek chuckled. Instead of giving into Phillip's request, Derek leaned against the wooden dresser next to their bed - not taking his eyes off of them. He folded his arms over his chest and said, "Dad said we were sharing a cabin. I just didn't expect I'd get my own entertainment in that package. Really. Don't let me stop you."

Casey was clutching at her shirt, trying to hold it together and cover herself.

"Case, really. Nothing I haven't seen before. Relax. Pretend I'm not even here," and with a wave of his hand, Derek commanded, "Continue."

"You fowl pig!" Casey shoved Phillip off of her and leapt from the bed, "I cannot believe you!"

"I can't believe you," Derek chuckled again, "Really," he turned to Phillip, "I'm going to guess you've only been alone for about fifteen minutes? Maybe ten? And already you're jumping his bones, Case. My man, you must be quite impressive."

"Shut up," Casey scowled, buttoning her shirt furiously. This was not how she'd pictured reconnecting with Derek. She'd imagined an awkward sideways hug, a few exchanged words of pleasantries - not him busting in on her about to make love to her boyfriend. Casey shook her head, struggling with her last button, "Really, Derek. Phillip and I thought we'd take advantage of some alone time before you arrived. We are two adults in a sexual relationship...there is nothing wrong with that."

"Ew."

"Grow up," Casey wanted to smack him, "Well Phillip, I guess you can now say you've met Derek. You'll see why I failed to mention his existence."

"You didn't tell String Bean here that you had me for a stepbrother?" Derek looked hurt, "Case, that stings. Really."

"You'll live."

Phillip cleared his throat and jutted out his hand, "It's nice to meet you."

Derek looked down at Phillip's hand with a state of confusion, "Yeah. Sure. Whatever."

"Derek, at least be nice."

"Why?"

"It's like you're still fifteen," Casey shook her head, "Did you not grow up at all over these years?"

Derek shrugged, adverted his gaze, and said, "Not like you'd know."

"What does that mean?"

"Just that you wouldn't know. You disappeared."

"You told me you never wanted to hear from me again, so yeah. I kind of went off the map. So what. I was only doing what you told me to."

"That's a first."

Phillip cleared his throat again, choking on the heavy air in the cabin. He felt as if he'd tried to read a book by starting in the middle. He just wanted them to get out of the cabin. Maybe dinner was almost ready. He glanced out the window awkwardly as Derek and Casey stared at each other as if they wanted to bury the other right then and there.

Casey chewed on her bottom lip. Why had she thought he'd ever have grown up. It was Derek Venturi. Even at twenty-five, he acted as though he were fifteen. But then again, she should have known not to have high expectations for him. It was Derek Venturi she was talking about. The same Derek Venturi that put honey in her shampoo and super glue on the toilet seat. The same Derek Venturi who took all her clothes and hid them. The one who'd gotten her locked in the bathroom and doused her in shaving cream. The same Derek Venturi that made her life a living hell for four years. What would make her think he'd ever change his ways?

"Maybe dinner is ready," Phillip suggested, trying anything to change the mood in the cabin. If this was how it was going to be for the next week, he might just have to have a few words with this Derek person. The way he had talked to Casey was unacceptable. Then again, the way Casey was talking to him wasn't all that great either. No wonder she never told him about him.

"Yeah," Casey said, still staring right at Derek, "You should go check on that."

"I meant that..."

"Uh-huh."

Phillip wasn't going to argue, and anything that would get him out of that cabin, he'd gladly take. He slid past Casey and towards the cabin door. Maybe it wasn't safe to leave her with Derek. Was he a bad boyfriend for leaving his girlfriend with someone potentially unstable? He glanced back at the two of them, swearing if looks could kill...

Phillip decided he had to do what was best for his own health, and get the heck out of dodge. He hurried out the door and over to George and Nora's cabin. Maybe he could help them with dinner. It'd give him something to do besides stand in the middle of a Cold War stare-down.

As soon as he left, Casey rolled her eyes.

"He's something," Derek also rolled his eyes, "Where did you pick him up? A museum?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."

"Explains a lot. He looked like he was going to have an asthma attack."

Casey shook her head. The tension in the room was so heavy, she couldn't exactly blame him if he did have an asthma attack. She was starting to regret not following Phillip. Now, she was completely alone with Derek Venturi for the first time in three years. He looked pretty much the same. He still had shaggy brown hair that fell into his eyes. He was wearing jeans and a brown t-shirt and that leather jacket. He still has that thing? Derek uncrossed his arms and brushed some hair from his eyes.

"Can I set my stuff on my bed, or are you going to lunge if I make any sudden movements."

"Shut up."

"Still so, so pleasant I see."

"Forgive me if I am not completely warm to you, Derek."

"You seemed pretty warm to ol' Phil over there," Derek chuckled, tossing his duffle bag onto his bed.

Casey fumed. She didn't know why she didn't just leave and go check on Phillip. Maybe the same reason she would pick fights of her own with Derek at times. He wasn't the only one who had the ability to get under skin. Casey did deep down find fighting with him fun. There was something about fighting with Derek that made her ignite. She was starting to feel that same excited feeling. What was it about Derek that made her feel this way?

"There's a privacy curtain for a reason."

"Was a privacy curtain," Derek cocked an eyebrow at the sheet laying on the floor between them. Casey sighed, picked it up, and began to fold it, "So...how's New York?"

Casey was taken back as she set the sheet on the foot of her bed. Was this really how it would be? As teenagers, they could fight like cats and dogs, and then the next minute be perfectly fine. Was that what this was? Could they really just pick right back up and fall into step of being Derek and Casey again? She decided to test the waters a bit before making any assumptions. Casey wandered over to his bed and began taking out crumpled clothes from his duffle bag and folding them neatly. Derek didn't protest.

"It's nice. Really nice. I work as an art buyer. I go research antiques and go to auctions to make purchases for museums and private companies. Even some private clients. I never know their names, I'm hired by a third party, and I've sometimes bid millions on certain pieces. I get a tiny percentage. But mostly I do it because I love being around the art - the history."

"You were an art history major, right?" Derek asked, grabbing a shirt and folding it.

"Yeah. Did you just dump your dresser drawer into this bag or something?"

"Pretty much," Derek chuckled, "So...Phil."

"Phillip," Casey corrected, "I met him at a museum I was working for. He hired me to go to an auction in Europe with him. One thing kind of led to another."

"I can tell."

"Derek, really. If we are going to share a cabin, how about we make up some ground rules."

"How about I not have to look at you and your boyfriend getting it on. How about that?"

"Phillip just wanted to have some fun. But don't worry. I will tell him we just can't do certain things while sharing this cabin with you. Privacy curtain or not. There has to be a limit. Now then, I do want to put the privacy curtain back up. I'm not going out to the out house whenever I want to change clothes."

"Still nothing I haven't seen before."

Casey gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the blush on her cheeks, "Derek. Help me tape this back up."

"Fine," Derek abandoned his clothes to help Casey tape back up the bed sheet. He held it at one end while she covered the top corner with several layers of duct tape.

"Behold the walls of Jerico," Derek tugged at the sheet. It stayed in place.

"It's just so I can have some privacy changing. I think you can understand that."

"Help me make my bed?"

Casey rolled her eyes. She had to admit, it was kind of nice being alone with Derek again. Neither one of them had yet to commit murder against the other. So far so good. She nodded and unfolded the fitted sheet. Derek grabbed one end and she grabbed the other.

"You did tell me to get out of your life," Casey reminded him, "The only difference was that that time, I chose to listen to you."

"Three years, Case. I hadn't heard from you in three years."

"Like you missed me," Casey shook her head, tucking the fitted sheet under the mattress.

"What if I did?"

Casey dropped the corner of the mattress she'd been holding up. No. He couldn't have missed her. It was Derek. Derek had probably been doing cartwheels from how happy he was to have her out of his life. There was no way he could have missed her. But hadn't she missed him? If she'd missed him, it was possible he'd felt the same. There had been nights where she'd wanted to ask Nora for his phone number. There had been times that she'd wanted to call him and just talk. She'd thought about it a lot actually. It just never happened.

Could it be that he had felt the same?

"You have a phone."

"So do you."

"I was just doing what you told me to when I walked out, Derek. You were the one that told me your life would be better without me," Casey smoothed a wrinkle from the bed before sighing and saying, "I think I'm going to check on Phillip. Surely you have the capabilities to make your own bed, Derek. You don't need me."