Elements of Truth

Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek, but I own this story.

Author's Note: Bonjour. I have been in a slight writers block mode for three days; because I wasn't sure where I was going to take this story…I had already mapped out two routes which I could take. One would be, like this story, a little different. The other would be an adaptation of one of those stories you've read a thousand times. After hours of deciding and writing and re-writing this chapter, I decided to do both, so you will certainly have to keep up with me. I will have to admit, this is going to be one of the most pivotal chapters in the entire story. So enjoy and review.

Chapter 11: Ministry of Silly Walkers

What a little bastard. Casey thought as she sat in the car freezing her ass of. No, not freezing her ass off, it was seriously becoming frost bite. Her entire butt would be detached from the rest of her body in a matter of minutes if she didn't get into some heat soon. They had pulled into the parking space in front of the book store, which apparently had been closed down for a year or two. It looked like it had been broken into and boarded up. Derek had slipped on his shirt and shut off the car, putting the keys in his pocket. Derek had told Casey he would go in first to see if it'd be okay for her to follow, then he'd be out. It has been twenty minutes and still no sign of Derek or anyone. The sun wasn't out; instead it was blocked by huge heavy snow clouds. Casey cursed silently at why Derek was taking so long; it was February in Canada for god sakes…Casey's eyes glanced around the car looking for something to keep her warm. Her eyes soon found Derek's leather jacket crumpled up on the floor. Casey grabbed the jacket and placed it around her, it was fairly large on her, but she didn't care. She zipped it up and stuck her hands in the pockets. Her hand was poked by something shape and mentally.

"What the—" Casey said out loud as she pulled the object from his pocket.

It was Casey's butterfly clip; she had lost it two weeks ago and hadn't been able to find it, why did Derek have it? Did he steal it from her?

A knock from the window startled her. It was Derek, pink faced and out of breath. Casey quickly shoved the barrette into the pocket as she unlocked the door and Derek scooted in, shivering.

"You're wearing my jacket." He said smiling.

"Well, I was freezing."

"Apparently." He joked as he rubbed his arms.

"So…" Casey said eagerly.

"Oh, yes. Come look." Derek said getting out of the car.

Casey smiled as she followed him to the wood covered door and she entered the small building. It wasn't any warmer in the building as it was in the car. Dust seemed to be the only think inhabiting the bookstore, aside from some empty book selves and some discarded books. Her eyes followed along the walls; she breathed deeply smelling only the smell of old whiskey and Derek's aftershave. Casey's shoe caught a hold of a nail sticking up, causing her to stumble forward, and frantically closing her eyes in fear of the crash to the ground. When she didn't feel any pain, she slowly opened her eyes to see her nose touching the floor and a pair of hands firmly wrapped around her waist. They gave a tug and pulled her body back till she was stand, then Casey's body felt instantly at home and Derek wrapped his arms around her body, holding her close.

"You need to be more careful." He said in no more than a whisper. Casey turned around so her eyes were looking into Derek's dark deep brown eyes. Casey smiled dazedly as she felt her knees give out. Derek tensed as he supported her from falling down.

"Whoa." Derek said again, this time picking her up and placing her on the check out counter.

Casey felt everything get black and fuzzy and she felt herself lye down with the sounds of Derek muttering her name, she felt a wave of deja vu….like this had happened to her before.

Casey McDonald was a typical fifteen year old girl, happy that her year as a grade 9 was coming to an end, but sad that her recently divorced mother was re-marring a man, she had only met once. Casey was extremely beautiful, but not that aware of it because she was too focus into work and grades to care. Casey had been invited to this party for the entire up and coming grade 10's at the new school she would be attending in 3 months. Usually, she doesn't do to well in new situations, but there had been a fairly large amount of liquor at this party and deicide that she needed to rebel a little and have some fun.

Derek Venturi was a more than typical fifteen year old guy. He was extremely happy with his popularity, dateing status, and all around reputation. He was looking forward to another year of being Hockey Capitan and an all around school god. One thing that stood in his way of complete happiness was the fact that his dad was going to be marring some girl that he hadn't even met. Rather than deal with his feelings Derek took the opportunity at the schools end of the year party to drink away his pain. Derek was only three hours into the party and had managed to make out with four girls already; he was on his fifth when he felt his shoulder being tapped.

"Dude. You are so hammered." His best friend Sam said to him as he sat down. Derek nodded and shooed away the girl.

"My god, my dad is such a loser." Derek whined as he took another sip of his beer.

"Why? Is he still dateing that one girl?" Sam asked.

"Whoa, who is she?" Derek said shocked, avoiding Sam's question.

"Oh, her? I heard she was a senior." Same said pointing to a brunette sitting on the check out counter. Derek's vision was already impaired, but he could tell she was beautiful.

Derek heard the drunken giggle of the girl, which was a silent cue for Derek to swoop down on the pray. Derek stood up with much difficulty and made his way over to the giggling vixen whose eyes seemed to lock on his.

"Why, Hellooo there." Casey drunkenly laughed at the tall brown haired boy who had made his way to her.

"Hey, I'm Rick." He said smoothly.

"Rick?" Casey said tilting her head.

"No, Rick." He said again.

"Oh, okay… I'm Casey." Casey slurred.

"Oh, I love the name Lacy." Derek said happily. Casey knew that wasn't her name, but she didn't really want him to know her name.

"You want to make out?" Derek asked bluntly. Casey tried to focus in on Derek's face, but it was just blurred. She nodded as she took a hold of his hand, he lead her into the back room, and up the spiral stairs into a loft.

Ten minutes into their very heavy make out session, somehow Casey shirt had been discarded onto the floor and soon followed by Derek's. Then there was a struggle with bra clasps, belt buckles, and zippers. Till they were completely naked and under the one blanket.

"Have you done this before?" Casey whispered.

"No….have you?"

"No." Casey bit her bottom lip and his lips captured hers again, the rest of the night was filled with pain, groans, moans, and panting. It only lasted a little while, then there second try lasted a little long. Derek soon fell asleep after leaving Casey completely dazed and drunk. She managed to get dressed, go down the stairs, and be taken home by someone….

"Casey?" The voice sounded urgent. Casey's eyes fluttered open to the worried face of Derek.

"Casey." She could hear a sigh of relief escape his mouth as his eyes locked onto hers. "Are you okay? You were out for like two minutes."

"Yeah, just a little dazed." Casey said standing up, this time not falling.

"Seems like forever ago we where here…" Derek trailed off.

"It was two years ago." Casey said rolling her eyes at Derek's poor attempt at nostalgia.

"Psh, I was trying to create a mood." Derek said pouting.

"Of our first time…together?" Casey wished she hadn't said that.

"Right…" Derek said awkwardly avoiding her eyes.

"You two couldn't be cuter if you tried." Said a familiar voice from behind them.

Derek had enough of Tracy's mind games and stupid fortune cookie answers. He wanted the truth and now.

"Tracy." Derek said turning around with a determined look on his face. "We would like some answers." Derek took a hold of Casey's hand and she gave a nervous squeeze.

"Finally, we make progress."

God, I sooooooo suck at flashbacks…I somehow know that I forgot to put something in there…oh well. Don't ask about the Title….me and Tina got on a Monty Python rant. So it only seemed fit. Enjoy and Please review. I am sick and most likely staying home from school tomorrow, so if you review a lot, there should be chapter 12 up by tomorrow night! REVIEW! No flames, love you all.