I don't own anything :(

"When can I see daddy??" Jamie whined, laying across the couch as Casey sat on the floor, going through old pictures. "Soon, baby, I promise." Casey said, not really paying attention to her, but more to the picture that was laying in her hand.

It was a picture of Casey sleeping in her bed that she had at George's house. She looked so peaceful, that was, except for the 'KULTZILLA' written on her forehead. She rolled her eyes and smiled a tiny bit. It might as well have just said 'Derek was here.'

"I miss him." Jamie said, setting down the remote and looking down at Casey. She was sounded by a few shoe boxes and pictures that were spread out all around her her. Some were in frames and some were old and worn out. "Here, I know what will make you feel better." She waved to her, telling her to come sit with her.

Jamie slowly walked over, then plopped down next to Casey. "See this picture?" Casey held up a picture of Derek and Sam. They were standing on the front porch with their arms around each others necks. Derek held a half eaten pop sickle in his hand and it was dripping down his arm. Sam was wearing a hat, way too big for his small head, and huge sunglasses that were falling onto the tip of his nose.

Jamie nodded her head and took the picture into her hands. "That was your dad when he was your age." Casey giggled, as did Jamie. "He looked just like you, didnt he?" Casey smiled and leaned over her shoulder, getting a better look at it. "He still does." Jamie said in a happier voice then before.

"How do you have this picture? Did you know my dad when he was this age?" She asked, looking up at Casey. She gently shook her head and sighed. "The day me, my mom and Lizzie moved out, I grabbed all the pictures. Your grandpa probably still hates me for it." Casey giggled again and took the picture back.

"Did he know you took them?" Jamie set the picture down, and started to look at the other ones that laid next to them, on the perfectly clean, white carpet.

"Well, he does now. We were in such a hurry to get out of there, that he didn't realize anything we took at the time." Casey sighed and picked up another one. "This was me, Your dad, and our friend Emily." Casey smiled and handed the picture to her. She laughed pretty hard when she saw it.

Emily and Casey were laying on law chairs in bikini's and big sunglasses, getting a tan. And about a few feet away from them, Derek was doing the same, and making a girlie expression, mocking them. "My daddy was funny." Jamie laughed one more time.

"He was funny is his own, little 'Derek' way." Casey laughed and rolled her eyes. "He was always playing jokes on me, and stuff like that. I used to hate them, but now that I look back, those were probably the best years of my life." Casey starred down at all the pictures of her and Derek and the rest of her dysfunctional family.

"I've never met my grandpa. Is he nice?" She asked, looking up at Casey. She panicked. She didn't know what to say.

"Hes OK." Casey said, trying to get the pictures together. "Oh." Was all Jamie said. "How do you think this will look on the wall?" Casey asked, holding up a picture on the wall. It was a big, blown up picture in black and white of her and Derek. He had as arm around her waist and she had his arm around his neck. It was at their prom, and it was the last picture they ever took together.

"It will look nice. Like a family." Jamie smiled, and Casey slowly moved the picture down. "Well, I was thinking more like 'friends' , ya know?" Casey said, kind of moving it back up to the spot on the wall, but not as confidently as before.

"Oh, that would look nice too." Jamie shrugged her shoulders and went back to the pictures. "You and my daddy down seem like friends." She said, looking through the pictures.

"Really?" Casey asked, searching for a frame for the picture which she was now sure she was going to hang up. "Yea, you guys fight too much." Jamie said.

"Oh, sweetie, we've always fought." Casey made a light chuckle and slipped the picture into a frame. "Does he always hit you?" She asked, almost scared of the answer.

Casey dropped the frame onto the couch and sat back down next to Jamie. "No." She whispered. "That was the first time. And I know he didn't mean it." Casey said in a quiet voice.

"That was scary, though." Jamie said. She reminded Casey so much of Marti. "I know. But, you know how you cant see your daddy right now?" She asked Jamie, reaching up for the frame and adjusting the picture into it some more. "Yea." She said, picking up a few more pictures.

"Well, hes in a place where they are going to help him get better, so there wont be anymore nights like the other night. And we don't have to worry about him... And maybe you'll even get to see him more." Casey flashed a smile at the small child.

"Well, I hope they help him. I dont want him to end up like my mommy."

Casey's heart sank right then and there. "Me either." She said, in the quietest voice she had, almost a whisper. "But my daddy is strong, and he can get better!" She yelled, with a big smile filling her face.

Her happiness was started to run into Casey. "Yea." She took a deep breath, then stood up. "Now, help me hang up this picture."

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Derek was getting his one phone call for the night, and called somebody he had been wanting to talk to for quite some time now."

"Its your baby boy." Derek said in his fake-est, preppiest voice. He heard his father sigh loudly on the other line. "Where are you, Derek? Are you in jail again?" George asked, into the phone as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Nope. Rehab." Derek said, as if he was proud. And apart of him was. Not that he HAD to go to rehab, but the fact that he was getting help.

"Great." George said sarcastically under his breath. "Look, dad. I'm not asking anything of you. I just wanted to call and say good night." Derek said, leaning against the wall as a nurse pointed to the clock, telling him he only had a few more minutes left.

"Well good night." George said, sternly getting ready to hang up the phone, but Derek stopped him. "Can I talk to Marti really quick?" Derek asked, just wishing that of all the things his dad could possibly do for him, that would be the only thing. He heard George sigh again. "Hold on." He said, obviously annoyed.

He heard the phone moving around, then his father yelling. "Marti! Phone!" There was a short pause. "Is it Jason?" Marti sounded excited. "Ha!" He rolled his eyes as he heard his dad give Marti the phone.

"Yea?" She sounded so old, and so mature... So annoyed. What was with this family?

"Is that any way to talk to your Smerek??" Derek asked, knowingly she would scream. He moved his head away from the phone, and sure enough... "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SMEREK SMEREK SMEREK SMEREK SMEREK!" He laughed as he heard her jumping around. She was breathing deeply as she got back on the phone. "Oh my God, I cant believe its you, Smerek!"

Derek smirked. "Hey Smarti." He said softly. "Hows life?" He asked, trying to not let it show that he was doing cart wheels inside.

"Couldn't be better." She took a deep breath. That was the first time she had ever lied to her brother. She was almost on her verge of tears when she heard her father yelling in the background.

"Hey, Smerek, I gotta go. Its dad. It was really nice to hear from you, please call back soon." She said, a smile filling her face. "I kinda owe Casey my next phone call, which would be tomorrow morning, so I'll call you around 12 PM tomorrow. Sound good?" He said, starring at the nurse who was tapping her foot and looking more and more annoyed as time passed by.

"Okay. Bye Smerek, I love you."

His heart jumped and he thought about the last time somebody told him that they loved them, and how much he screwed it up. "I love you too, Smarti." He smiled and hung up the phone.

As he stepped away from the phone booth, the man behind him gave him a dirty look. "Dude, I was talking to my baby sister who I haven't talked to in 2 years. Cut me a break." Derek rolled his eyes and started to walk down the hall, but before he got far, he saw a familiar face. His Shrink. "Hey Peggie." He said, as he kept walking to his room. "Starting fights will only keep you in here longer, Derek. Don't want you to go home and see your baby sister as soon as you can?" Peggie asked, and she walked the opposite way down the hall. "There's a lot of things and people I want." He said, as he walked into his room.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Casey gathered all the pictures together and put them up, on the shelf of her closest as Jamie stood under her, catching the ones that fell. "Casey, were you and my dad ever in love?" Jamie asked. Casey's heart skipped a beat and she looked down at her. "No." She said, plain and simple.

"Have you ever kissed him?" She asked.

Casey's heart beat even faster. "No, why would you think that?" She asked, unaware that her face was turning red. "Well, This picture says other-wise." The young girl held up a picture.

Casey was sitting on Derek's lap. Their lips were connected and their eyes were held shut tight. They both looked so happy. And Derek's smile was showing through the kiss.

"Where did you get this!?" She asked, ripping it from her hand. "It fell from that box." Jamie pointed up to one of the shoe boxes that was pushed to the side. It was one that had never been touched since Casey moved into her apartment. Actually, she didn't touch it since she took it. It was labeled 'Derek's Pix.' She was too scared to go through it. She just avoided it all these years.

She flipped over the Polaroid picture, and on the back there was writing. Casey could tell it was Sam's. 'Black Mail.' Then under neath of it was a big smiley face.

She forgot his picture even existed. She forgot that night even existed.