Remember Chapter 4, a life with derek fanfic

A/N: Sorry for the long absense. Been studying alot for Exams. Enjoy.

Derek returned to his room after a few minutes; they had found the pajamas in no time, working together through her immense collection of clothing. It was amazing how many t-shirts one girl could have. And some of them did not even look like they'd ever seen the light of day. These were the more provocative ones, a few sizes too small, with plunging necklines and cropped edges. Derek's mind had gone into overload for a few seconds then, imagining Casey with any of them on, smiling seductively while removing the piece of clothing for him.

Then he'd reeled his mind out of the gutters, and focused instead on the fragile looking girl beside him, concentrating on her task. This was the real Casey right now, and he could not take advantage of her, even in his fantasies. It wasn't fair to her.

After finding the pink patterned PJs, he'd offered to help her change into them, as a joke, and this time, she'd actually cracked a smile, instead of telling him to leave in a wounded voice. She was beginning to trust him now.

Derek sighed, as he removed his t-shirt and cargo pants, lying down on his bed only clad in his boxer shorts. He didn't quite remember the exact moment when he'd come to feeling something for Casey that was far from brotherly love, and even further from hatred. Fantasies of what life could have been like without their parents' union haunted him in his sleep.

Life without Casey, or life with Casey hating him. It was hard to choose between the two. On the one hand, without her he wouldn't have so many problems. No feminist rants, no living room makeover, no googly-eyed best friend. On the other hand, all those things drove him up the wall, but there was always Casey to make up for the rest. His brown haired, blue-eyed feisty beauty of a stepsister.

He sighed again. Hopefully, Casey would be back to normal soon. She was only a shadow of her former self, and he missed arguing heatedly with her. He didn't dare fight with her in her current state.

Sitting half way back up, he reached for his iPod and placed the earphones firmly on his ears, turning it on full blast. Then, remembering that Casey had once lectured him on the damage full blast volume causes to one's ears, he turned it down a few notches, lay back down, and closed his eyes.

Casey lay in bed, feeling snug in the pink cotton pajamas. Her pink cotton pajamas. She needed to remember that. This was her purple room, her pink bed, her pink pajamas, and her organized desk with her homework and make up in it. No matter how foreign everything seemed, it was all a part of her normal and everyday life.

Muscles aching, head full of pink thoughts, and eyelids immensely heavy, Casey fell into a restless sleep with a series of nightmares.

Pink roses surrounded her, little fairies flying around her head. They smiled at her demurely, batting their eyelashes at her and bowing.

They suddenly turned into nameless classmates, and began to taunt her in the classroom.

"Grub, Grub, Grub…" they repeated, over and over again.

She felt confused and disoriented, and realized that she was melting into the chair she was sitting in. The chair began to consume her, laughing maniacally.

"AAAAAAAhhhhhh!" she screamed.

Casey, will you marry me?

-said the cow.

III

Sam leaned in to kiss Casey. His lips got larger and larger, consuming his entire face. They opened and slurped at Casey's face, and she screamed.

The lips opened wider, and bit her head off, muffling her screams. Then they said, "It's your fault, Casey. You're the one who made me this way. Your fault. Not mine. Yours."

"IIIIIIIII'm having such a great time, Sam," Casey watched herself say.

"I'm glad you are," Sam replied, looking at her adoringly. Casey felt tingly all over, and glowed under his gaze. He leaned in, lips slightly puckered, and she let her eyes slide closed, moving her body to meet his. Casey watched the two of them kiss chastely, a little longer than a peck.

Both parties blushed a deep scarlet; they were obviously not used to physical contact with each other. Casey felt hopeless. Is this what she and her boyfriend had been like? But a squeal of breaks interrupted her train of thought.

A beat up car veered off course on its right lane to the left, into the car Sam and Casey were in. It happened in extreme slow motion. The car slowed down considerably, as did Sam's, but it still made its way for a collision. As metal scraped against metal, Casey saw the drunk teenager, not so much older than herself, behind the wheel of the colliding car, and the panic etched in his face. Then time stopped, and a scream was heard, followed by the noise of someone crying.

At first, Casey thought it was the crying woman, her mother. Then she realized the hot tears were falling from her own face, her legs wrapped tightly around the sheets. She rose from the bed, and untangled herself, tears still openly flowing.

Stumbling into the dark hallway, she reached for the door to her brother's bedroom. She needed someone to help her get through this. Hopefully, Derek would. He just had to.