A/N-Okay, so this one is dedicated to Zuzzeroo, who requested some serious Dasey for when she got back. Here it is my dear, hope you had fun wherever you were.
Disclaimer: I don't own Life With Derek, nor was any copyright infringement intended.
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"Every once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale."
"Please, Smerek, tell me again."
Derek sighed. She was 13, he knew that she was only using "Smerek" to get him to cave in and tell her again. Even though he had already said it 50 times in the past 24 hours that she had been staying at their apartment.
"Okay, the next time George and Nora want to go out of town, they can take you to Liz or Edwin's place. I cannot take it anymore."
"Smerek, please?" She looked up at him with big eyes.
"Damn it, Marti, we haven't used those nicknames for the past 6 years, when you decided that, at 7, you were too old and too cool to be called Smarti. So, stop calling me Smerek."
She pouted. "Fine, Derek, can you please tell me again?"
Casey walked into the kitchen and heard them talking. "What's going on?" she asked.
"Aha, you can take over from here. I've got to be, uh, anywhere but here." Derek picked his keys up off the table and left.
"Casey, Derek was telling me how you got together and why I'm not allowed to tell Dad and Nora." Marti looked at Casey innocently.
"Didn't we explain this to you last night?"
Marti decided to drop all pretenses and come out with it. Casey was a girl, she would understand. "Yeah, you did, but it's just so romantic. I like to hear it."
"Okay, kid, something's seriously wrong with your perception of reality, cause romantic is so not the word I would've used."
"Please Casey?"
"Fine, but last time, okay? I don't like telling it."
"Neither does Derek anymore." Marti giggled.
"It started the night of senior prom. That damn thunderstorm had been going all day, and our limo driver got so amazingly wasted while we were all inside dancing…
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Everyone danced around the room having a great time. Casey and Sam had gone together, just as friends, because Casey had found herself single again after Max died after being mangled by a machine at the factory he worked at. Derek had come with Jamie, or maybe it was Janey, no one could remember for sure.
"Okay, couples, this is the last slow song of the night, so make sure you dance with someone special," the DJ announced as the beginning notes of "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain began to pour out of the speakers.
Casey and Sam made a move towards the dance floor, but then Derek stepped up to them. "Hey Sam, do you mind if I take this one?"
"If it's cool with Casey it's cool with me," he said, glancing at her.
"Why do you want to dance with me?" she asked suspiciously.
"Because you're my step-sister, this is senior prom, pretty soon we'll move out and won't see each other very often, and I thought that I would try to be nice, just for tonight though." He held his hand out to her, wiggling his fingers when she hesitated. She sighed and took his hand.
They moved out to the dance floor, and Derek placed his hands gently on her hips. "See, this isn't so bad."
"Yeah, I guess not. Just don't do anything that you would normally do, and this night will be perfect."
"What's something that I would normally do that would ruin tonight?"
"If you kicked Sam and I out of the limo so that you could have the whole thing for you and Jamie. Or Janey, which is it? I wasn't really paying attention."
He gave her a puzzled look. "Neither. Her name is Caitlin."
"Oh, wow, I'm way off. These girls names would be easier to remember if there weren't so many of them." she laughed.
"Well, it's not like I could just pick one. They're all so wonderful." he laughed back at her.
"Yeah, right, because girls with low IQ's are the most wonderful girls in the world."
"Well, there is this one girl that I've noticed recently, and she seems pretty special. But, she doesn't seem to be interested in me. Plus, she's off limits, technically."
"Since when have you listened to the rules? Besides, if she's special enough to make you settle down, then maybe you should go for it."
"Do you think so? I don't know if she likes me back though, and I don't want to ruin what we have right now."
"Derek, high school's almost over. You might not see this girl again until the 10-year-reunion. Make your move!"
"Okay." He stopped swaying to the music and pulled her closer to him.
"Derek, what are you doing?" she asked, with a hint of fear in her voice.
He took one of his hands off her hip and brushed some hair out of her face with it. He let it rest on her cheek. "Making my move." He slowly leaned into her, and…
BOOM! There was an especially loud clap of thunder, a flash, and the lights went out.
Startled, Casey and Derek jumped apart. The principal walked up to the stage where the DJ was set up. "All right kids, I guess that's the end of your senior prom. Drive home safely. Be careful in the rain."
The seniors started filing out of the room, slightly bummed about prom ending early, but quickly getting over it when they realized that the after parties would just have to start sooner.
Casey and Derek awkwardly looked at each other. "I guess we should find Sam and Jamie," he said, sounding slightly disappointed at the prospect.
"Caitlin," Casey corrected him. "Yeah, I guess we should."
The two stood around shuffling their feet for a couple more seconds. "So," Derek began, letting the word hang in the air.
"So?" Casey prompted.
"So, thanks for dancing with me. And, uh, maybe we can talk later?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure, I guess." she replied. They began to walk over to the table where they had left Sam. They found him, and Caitlin was there too. Unfortunately, the two were connected at the mouth.
Derek just stood there looking at them, dumbfounded. No girl had ever left him! Casey walked towards them purposely and whacked Sam over the head with her purse. "What the hell? I know we came as friends, but that doesn't give you the right to make out with other girls."
"Sorry, Case, couldn't help it." Sam shrugged sheepishly.
"Let's just go." Derek snapped irritably. Everyone gathered up their belongings and headed outside. Once they got to their limo, they were shocked to find the driver in the back, with a half-empty scotch bottle.
"Hey! It's my wonderful customers! The big shindig over already?" He wobbled out of the limo unsteadily. "Wow, maybe one of you kids should drive, I don't think I can make it." And with that he leaned over and puked.
"Okay, I'm calling Mom and George," Casey announced, taking her cell phone out of her purse.
"Wait, what about the after party? I wanted to go, and your parents won't take me out there!" Caitlin whined.
"We'll see if someone else can take us. Joe, wait, can you give us a lift?" Sam and Caitlin ran towards Joe's car after he nodded.
"Aren't you going?" Casey asked Derek when she saw him still standing next to her.
"Naw, I'm good. I think I just wanna go home and finish making my move."
Casey blushed. "Okay, well, I'm calling now."
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Later that night, Derek slipped into Casey's room and crawled into bed next to her.
"What are you doing?" she asked sleepily, making no move to kick him out of the bed.
"Making my move, duh. I had to wait this long, so I figured it should be a big move." He leaned over and kissed her.
They broke apart, and Casey sighed in contentment. "I'm glad you feel the same as me. It killed me to hear you talk about the girl you would settle down for, because I didn't think it was me. I told you to go for it, because I wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn't with me."
"I'm much happier with you than I could ever be without you," he said, snuggling in closer to her.
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…and we've been together ever since that night. You can't tell Mom and George because we're not ready to tell them yet, and we need to be the ones to tell them," Casey finished.
"Okay, but how can you not see that as romantic?" Marti asked, sighing. "It's like a fairy tale."
"Okay, kid, no more romantic comedies for you, or drama, or anything that involves people overcoming any sort of adversity to be together."
"Come on Casey. Why can't you admit how romantic it is?"
"Because this is real life, not some fairy tale."
"Yeah, but every once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale."
"That's sweet Marti, but you're still cut off."
"Casey, come on, please don't! They're like crack, and wouldn't you much rather I was addicted to romance than crack?"
"Nope, crack is an easier habit to break, cause I could just throw you in rehab."
"Casey, come on!" Casey walked out of the kitchen, with Marti following her and pleading the whole way.
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A/N-Okay, so I hate Max. Did it show? I just think that he's the most boring character on the show, he doesn't have any personality. Let me know what you think! Reviewers get a free Max voodoo doll!
