Author's Note: This chapter is going encompass a lot from the episode "Move On Cartwrights." Because, after all, it's one of my favorite episodes. I'm borrowing some of the dialog but tweaking it a bit to conform to the whole idea that Casey's pregnant.

Casey's avoiding both of them. Cappie and Evan. Evan and Cappie. Either way, she doesn't want to talk to either of them. And it seems that both of them have gotten the message despite the fact that she hasn't talked to either of them. Instead, she's been going to class and running a sorority.

And then Wade called this morning saying Cappie was sick and since Rebecca and he are on the back burner, Cappie is back to being her responsibility.

"Where's the patient?" Casey asks as Wade opens the door to the Kappa Tau house.

"Upstairs," Wade says pointing to the second floor.

"What is it? Flu? Bronchitis? Strep throat? Pink eye?" She asks him as she rattles off common ailments.

"I don't know. You know none of us go up there. Heath said it was something crusty around his eye," Wade says gesturing to his own eye. "But he really didn't get a good look."

"That's called pink eye, Wade," Casey informs him as she walks up the stairs.

"Thanks, Casey!" Wade calls after her. "You're a saint!"

"Cappie," Casey calls as she enters his room. His entire bed is covered in used tissues and the covers are pulled up to his chin. "Cappie."

"Casey?'" he calls. Rolling over, he sits up and eyes her through his one good eye. His other crusted over one he keeps firmly shut.

"That does not look good," Casey says as she crosses the room and sits down beside him. "Pink eye, again?"

"And a cold," he says with a sniffle. "What are you doing here?"

"Those big babies you call brothers called me."

"And here I thought they hated you."

"Yeah, well, you know the drill. Heat pack, please," she says with her hand out. Rummaging around his bed, he pulls the hot pack from the depths of the bed and hands it to her. "I'll be right back."

In the kitchen, Casey opens the only cabinet not already opened or has food spilling out of it.

"Glad to see my stuffs still here," Casey mumbles as she grabs the economy size bottle of NyQuill and a shot glass. Grabbing the heated bag out of the microwave on her way out of the kitchen, she hurries up the stairs and heads back into Cappie's room.

"Alright," Casey says as she drops the medicine and glass on the nightstand and hands him the heated bag.

"Thanks, Case," Cappie says as he settles it where he wants.

"No problem," Casey says and hands him a shot glass full of the green medicine. He chugs it down and hands her back the glass.

"Going to climb out the window this time?" he asks as he settles back against the pillows.

"You know about that?"

"Yep. Although I have to say, very devious, Miss. Cartwright. Very devious."

"How did you…"

"Easy," Cappie interrupts. "One time you were late coming back and weren't there when I woke up. But when I heard the rustling of the tree and the window shoved open, I figured out what you had done. I guess cough syrup's my…

"Achilles' heel," she fills in for him.

"Exactly," he replies. "But don't worry. I won't tell anyone. Would want to ruin the boys' application for your sainthood."

"Saint Casey. Has a nice ring to it."

"That it does," he tells her as his eyelids begin to droop. "But Casey?"

"Yeah, Cap," she says as she pulls the covers up to his chin.

"Please don't climb out the window. I don't want the baby or you to get hurt, 'kay?" He asks as he rolls over.

"Sure thing, Cappie."

When Casey arrived back the Zeta Beta house, three Lambda Sig boys were waiting on the front steps of ZBZ with a bouquet of pink roses each.

"You would think a house of fifty girls, one would be able to answer the door…" Casey trails off as she opens the door and points the guys in the direction of the dinning room table. Each one deposits their bouquet on the table and walks right back out of the house, ignoring her presence completely.

"What's going on?" Frannie asks with a small jump as she eyes the three bouquets of pink roses on the table.

"Carolyn, Lauren, and Amy have been invited to the Lambda Sig pink rose formal," Casey says with as much enthusiasm as she can muster.

"Fantastic!" Frannie says as she leans in for a whiff of the roses' scent.

"We are finally moving out of the social dog house," Ashleigh says. "Under the amazing leadership of Casey Cartwright."

Frannie bounces over to Casey and throws her arms around the blond.

"So, when do we call the Omega Chis?" Frannie asks and her question is followed by silence.

"To build on the momentum," she elaborates. "The Lambda Sigs are the second hottest house on campus. Now that they have officially taken us off Greek death row with these invitations this is the perfect time to push for a full pardon by setting up a mixer with the first hottest house, the Omega Chis."

Casey's face falls.

"Oh," Frannie is quick to recover, "if you thought that was a good idea."

"Actually, I think it's a terrible idea."

"But the Omega Chis are out rightful social counterparts," Amy informs her.

"Rightful social counterpart BJK," Casey corrects and Amy turns to Ashleigh for translation.

"Before Jen K," Ashleigh says.

"And the shunning Omega Chi gave us after the article was published, not to mention the BPH," Casey says and Amy again turns to Ashleigh for translation.

"Before Paris Hilton?" Ashleigh guesses.

"Before public humiliation. The back to school carnival. Am I the only one who remembers the kissing booth debacle? The way the Omega Chis publicly humiliated us?"

Ashleigh, Frannie, and Amy all look at one another.

"Should we reward them for treating us like that? No, ladies. ZBZs will find the way to the top on their own merits. And in the meantime, we can celebrate and strengthen the bonds of sisterhood from with in."

Casey gasps.

"How about a game night? We can order pizza. Bake cookies."

"Lizzi," Amy says through a cough as she leaves the room.

"Great. That sounds great," Frannie says with a smile. "Sounds great."

Sliding into the house quietly through the front door, Casey rushes up the steps and hurries to Cappie's room.

"Taking a break?" Wade asks as he walks out of his room, causing Casey to turn around.

"Uh, yeah," Casey replies as she continues to make her way to Cappie's room by walking backwards.

"You're a saint, Casey. I don't know how you can stand to stay in there. He's a colossal pain in the ass when he's sick."

"Uh, yeah," she says as she reaches behind her and opens the door.

"Casey," Cappie croaks.

"It's me," she says as she sinks down onto the bed next to him. "Ready for more cough medicine?"

"I wanna ice cream," Cappie whines. "I wanna bowl of ice cream."

"Alright, alright. I'll go get some," Casey replies and slips back out the room.

"Heath!" She calls as she spots the other guy slipping into his room, a white bowl with the last remnants of ice cream in his hand.

"Uh," he starts as he swallows the ice cream in his mouth. "Yeah?"

"Is there ice cream downstairs?"

"Sorry, this was the last bit," he tells her and Casey sighs.

"Just my luck," she says as she slips back into Cappie's room. "Sorry, Cap. No ice cream."

"But I need it," he whines.

Colossal pain in my ass, Casey thinks to herself.

"Alright, find something to cover your eye and I'll take you to go get ice cream."

Cappie doesn't have to be told twice and despite the fact that he's sick, he throws back the covers, slips a pair of jeans on over his boxers, and pulls on a pair of sneakers.

"Okay. So what's with all the secrecy," Ashleigh says as she drops down on the rock next to Frannie.

"We needed to talk somewhere away from the house," Frannie informs her. "I'm worried about Casey."

"Frannie, I know you've supposedly gone through this whole personality over haul thing but I'm kinda weirded out when you start talking about your concern for Casey."

"This isn't about me, Ash," Frannie says as she shakes her head. "Didn't you notice how everyone was looking at her when she nixed mixing with the Omega Chis. And I know you heard someone call her Lizzi."

"So? Cay-sey. Liz-sey. It's an understandable mistake."

"Casey is seriously being blinded to what's good for the house by this Evan shaped mental block."

Ashleigh throws her a look.

"Which I know I helped put there and that's why I'm doing everything I can to get everyone back to their rightful places."

"You know, if you feel so strongly about this, why don't you tell Casey about it?"

"Because she might be kinda weirded out. Don't let her blow this opportunity, Ash," Frannie says as she gathers her stuff and walks away.

"You have to try this," Cappie says as he and Casey take a seat at a table outside the ice cream parlor.

"Um, no, thanks. You've contaminated it," Casey says and takes another bite of her half eaten ice cream cone.

"You've got some ice cream," Cappie says pointing to her nose and Casey attempts to wipe it off.

"Did I get it?" She asks him.

"No," he says leaning in and wiping it away with his finger. "Casey…" he says as he leans forward and captures her lips in a kiss. Dropping her ice cream cone onto the ground, she raises her hands and placing them on Cappie's chest…

"Casey," a voice interrupts and Casey shoves Cappie away.

"Evan…" she trails off as Cappie sinks dejectedly into his seat.

"I should have known," he says shaking his head.

"It's not what you think, Evan," Casey says jumping to her feet.

"Of course it's not because I don't have to think, I can see. I put forth the effort and you repay me by coming out here and making out with him in public."

"Evan," she says placing her hand on his arm but he yanks it away.

"I should have known. You left him for me and it was only a matter of time before you jumped into the next bed," he spats out and Casey recoils at his insult. Turning away from her, he walks away in disgust.

"Evan," Casey calls after him but Evan keeps walking.

"Casey," Cappie starts as he stands up next to her.

"Don't."

"Not wanting to have a mixer with the Omega Chis couldn't possibly have anything to do with my feelings for Evan," Casey tells Ashleigh as the later shuts the door to their room.

"I don't have feelings for Evan," Casey explains as Ashleigh bangs her two fist together.

"It doesn't matter to me if he's arrogant. Or rude. Or dismissive…" Casey trails off. "I don't even notice."

"Yeah, I can see that. Hey! Did you know Amanda gets P.E. credits for messaging the varsity boys during swim meets? I mean, we should just go."

"The Omega Chis publicly humiliated at the back to school carnival," Casey tells her as she turns back around. "Right?"

"From where I was standing, Case, it looked more like Evan humiliated you," Ashleigh says as she drops her head. "But I could be so wrong."

"No. Ash, you're right. About Evan and me. But he is an Omega Chi and I'm a ZBZ."

"Yes, you are," Ashleigh assures as she takes a step closer to Casey. "And you're the best president ever."

"And there are fifty other girls in this sorority who didn't get dissed and want to resume relations with the Omega Chis."

"Fifty hot, desirable Omega Chis. Including Calvin, whose probably waiting for an opportunity to disagree with Evan Chambers."

"Well, that part would be gratifying."

"I'm social chair. I could extend the invitation."

"Thanks, Ash. But this isn't just about a party. It's about normalizing relations. I need to do it. I can do it."

Both girls give one another a small laugh.

"Wanna go fondle some swimmers first?" Ashleigh asks as she throws her arm around Casey and Casey laughs as she leads her out of the room.

"You are such a good friend."

The next morning, after forcing herself to leave the two day old cheeseburger Cappie had left in the refrigerator for her, Casey makes her way up the steps of the Omega Chi house. With an exhale of breath, she knocks on the door.

"Casey," Evan says as he opens the door and leans against the door jam.

"Hey," Casey manages to say.

"Hey."

"I was looking for Dino."

"Dino?" he asks and almost adds the snide comment of 'planning to bang him too' at the end.

"The Omega Chi president," she informs him.

"Yeah, I know who he is. Um, he's not here right now. What did you want to talk to him about?"

"Just some Greek business," she says. "If that's okay with you."

"Why wouldn't that be okay with me?"

"Because of what happened yesterday at the ice cream parlor," she replies with a smirk.

"It's just that Omega Chis and the Zeta Beta Zetas aren't exactly doing business anymore. But if you want me to tell Dino you stopped by, I'll tell him."

"You know what? Never mind. I don't have to talk to him after all."

Casey went back to the house trying to keep her pride intact and broke the bad news to the sisters, only listen to their complaints as she heads up the stairs to her bedroom.

"If she had just kept her legs shut or not whored herself out to Cappie, we wouldn't be in this mess," Gretchen Meyers says as she and a couple of the other girls walked past her door.

"Don't they realize I wish I had too?" Casey asks an old stuffed bear of hers that she had smuggled back from Chicago in her suitcase.

Casey can heard the excited chattering going on downstairs but she's trying to concentration on European history and really just isn't in the mood to find out what's going on. If any should ask, Casey plans to blame it on her pregnancy.

Shutting the door behind her, Ashleigh squeals.

"What? Did they announce another season of America's Next Top Model?" Casey asks, frustrated with the interruption.

"Butter. Kyle, the Omega Chi social chair, just came by to invite the ZBZs to mix with them this weekend!" Ashleigh says as she drops down onto Casey's bed.

"Wow! That's so not what they said before," Casey says trying to cover up her previous statement on their stance as she sits up. "But great."

"We're gonna have to scramble a little to get registration forms and keg application to the dean's office in time. But were there's a will, there's a way to get through the new party restrictions, right?"

"Right," Casey assures her. "Wow. We're back on with the Omega Chis. I wonder how all of this happened."

"Case, did you ever actually talk to Dino about a mixer?"

"Why would you even ask me that?"

"Because I talked to Calvin and from what he was hearing at the house, didn't sound like you had."

"Let's go see that swim team again. That was really fun, right?"

Ashleigh looks at her expectantly and Casey sighs.

"I really meant to, Ash. I wanted to. I went over there and Evan answered the door and he was cold and judgy. I knew what I should say but I couldn't talk, not after what he said to me at the ice cream parlor. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing I wanted anything from him."

"It's one night. One night that will make two houses very happy. And all you have to do is sign our half of the registration forms and get through a few hours with Evan, until your next doctor's office smack down. And I have a plan for the party."

"There," Ashleigh says as she hands Casey the party patrol badge. "Now you only have to come in contact with Evan once, when you check his I.D and his hand. Or his face."

"Ash," Casey scolds.

"Like you wouldn't love to."

"Aw, it's good to see the Greek world back on its axis," Rebecca says as she comes to a stop in front of Casey's party patrol table.

"Uh," Casey says.

"How's the bun, Casey?"

"Excuse me?" Casey sputters.

"You know, the bun in your oven," Rebecca replies as she sticks out her stand. Grabbing the 'Under 21' stamp, Casey stamps Rebecca's outstretched hand.

"Enjoy your soda," Casey tells her.

"You too," Rebecca fires back and walks off.

"This might not be so bad after all," Casey tells Ashleigh.

"Oh," Ashleigh says. "Hey, there's Calvin. Are you going to be okay here?" Ashleigh asks as she walks around Casey.

"Oh, yeah. Sure. I'm the one with the bun in the oven, after all. Have fun." Turing back around, Casey watches Evan saunter up to the party patrol table.

"Hey, Evan. Let me just, uh, stamp you hand and you can go get started."

"You're the ZBZ party patrol?" He asks her.

"Yep," she says gesturing to her badge. "Not much more for a pregnant woman to do at a mixer. Serving alcohol," she trails off. "Your guy hasn't shown up yet."

"Uh," Evan says as he takes a stand behind the Omega Chi party patrol table. "Actually he has." Fishing the badge from his pocket, he clips it on. "It's me."

"Oh my god," Frannie says as she makes her way to the front of the line. "Is this a reunion of more than just our houses?"

Casey and Evan both shot her dead pan looks.

"Or just an incredibly awkward coincidence?"

"You're holding up the line, Frannie," Evan tells her and Casey immediately slaps on an 'Over 21' stamp.

Two more girls cycle through the check point and Casey slams another 'Under 21' stamp onto Sarah's hand.

"If you stamp it that hard," Evan says, "it makes the ink wet. If the ink's wet, it makes it easier for them to transfer stamps."

"Well, if you guys had invested in wrist bands instead of stamps we wouldn't have to worry about it," Casey says before stamping another sister's hand. "Have fun."

"Thanks."

"You didn't check her I.D," Evan says as he points at Jenny.

"She's over twenty-one. I've known her for two years."

"It doesn't matter. You still have to check her I.D."

"You're right. I guess knowing someone for two years doesn't mean that much in the end," Casey says before stamping Janet's hand.

"I'm over twenty-one, Casey," Janet tells her.

"Beers counted as carbs and it makes you bloated," Casey informs her. "I'm doing you a favor."

"And I guess you always got to make me the bad guy," Evan interjects as he slams the rubber stamp down, "so you can play the victim again."

"Oh, man up Conden," Evan says as Conden shakes out his hand.

"Whatever role I play, I have to be a mime since you never stop accusing long enough to let me get a word it."

"Oh, you have some…some reasonable explanation for sleeping with Cappie after I lavaliered you."

"How about that I'm human? That I make mistakes? Like you did. When you rush humped Rebecca."

"Oh, are you ever going to stop playing that card? I was never in love with Rebecca."

"You know, move!" Casey tells those in line waiting to be stamped. "Move!"

Crossing over to his side of the line, she stands right in his face.

"So?"

"Hey!" Ashleigh says as she jumps over to where Evan and Casey are standing. "Can I get restamped?"

"Listen, it wasn't the same level of betrayal. You obviously still have feelings for Cappie, as you so evidently showed the entire world today."

"And I still have feelings for Cappie, Evan. Just like I still have feelings for you," Casey tells him. "Maybe I always will but unlike superhuman Evan Chambers, I don't seem to have control over how I feel about people. Most of the time, however, I do have control over what I do with those feelings. And what I did was a mistake. But I chose you. I thought that was the most important thing but, clearly, in your world it's now. And then you dumped me without trying to talk. With giving me the second chance I gave you."

Casey rips off her badge and throws it down on the table before storming out of the room. Ashleigh soon follows suit.

When Casey woke at nine fifteen the next morning, she knew what she had to do. So she slide out of bed, took a shower, blow dried her hair, and slipped on her favorite pink dress, one of the few that don't show her small bump.

"Evan," Calvin says as he stops sweeping to great his big brother.

"I need my shoes. Where are my shoes?"

"Uh, right there." Calvin says pointing to the black shoes by the coffee table and Evan scrambles to pick them up. "You look like crap. Where are you going?"

"Uh, I'm going to go tell Casey I'm an idiot and I want her back," he says as he beats the soles of his shoes together.

"Good luck with that."

Opening the door, Evan sighs when he says Casey standing on the front stoop.

"Casey, you look amazing."

"I feel pretty amazing," she tells him as he gives her an oversized smile and drops his gaze to the floor.

"I'm done, Evan."

"Done with what?" He asks as he adjusts his collar.

"I'm finished being angry with you. I woke up this morning and I finally realized no matter what I say or do, I can't change the past. Or how you feel about it. And I'm done trying."

Evan's smile falters.

"Finally ready to move on."

"Move on?" Evan says with a shake of his head. "From us?"

"Yeah," Casey replies. "I want you to be involved in…this," she says gesturing to her belly with her eyes. "If you want. However much or however little. But I'm done."

"And what if I was less of a jealous idiot?" Evan asks.

"Um, then I think we could be friends. If you think you can do that."

"Friends?"

"Think about it," she says before giving him a peek on the cheek. "See you around campus,

Evan Chambers," she says before turning around and walk back to where she came from.

"No," he replies and she stops to look back at him. "I'll see you at your next appointment."

"Good."

"Frannie," Casey, a mug of tea in hand, calls as Frannie enters the house.

"Casey," Frannie replies as she comes to a stop in front of the blonde.

"We need to talk."

"About what?" A look of fear crosses Frannie's face.

"Do you still want to move back into the house?"

"Yeah," Frannie replies.

"Then do it. You're officially off probation. We're moving forward," Casey says before turning to go back to her room.