A/N: Sorry for the wait but I was on vacation in another state, so my resources were limited. No joke, but there were two roads almost one after another where I visited (Via de Ventura and McDonald Dr.) Anyway, knowing me, I automatically connected that to a Dasey coincidence. (One letter off on each one to instead say Venturi and MacDonald) Anyway here's the next chapter.

Definitely, Casey (Cont.)

The day rolled on like usual after that. Michael was out of the house before Casey finished her shower and as if he wasn't even there, (ignoring the mound of bags in the foyer) Casey returned to her normal schedule. Classes were fine and even though the daunting finals were approaching, she managed. Leaving Inorganic Chemistry and heading straight for the hospital was still a drag, but the routine had been established for months now and it became a rehearsed chore, rather than a painful thing not to be looked forward to. It wasn't until she passed through her door that night, that reality hit her; hard.

"Michael!" Casey screamed before turning around and locking the front door.

"Hey, Case." He said nonchalantly. "Hope you don't mind, but I made a few adjustments when you were gone."

Casey looked up at him partly shock and partly mesmerized. He of course, was just strolling casually through her apartment with only a towel around his waist and small water droplets cascading down his shoulders from his soaking wet hair. He approached Casey very slowly, noticing how caught up she was with him at the moment. Before she could even utter a word however, Michael smiled devilishly, leaned down and shook his head back and forth spraying a mist of water over Casey. With a shriek Casey bounded towards her bedroom trying not to look back as she stormed off.

Like clockwork, just as she entered her room, another scream echoed throughout the apartment. As if he was expecting her, Michael stood content outside of her bedroom waiting for her return.

"Where is my bed?" Casey asked, bright red.

"I sold it." Michael said holding back a laugh as Casey leaned in closer to him with her hands up ready to swing.

"Where is your bed then? I saw that you have unpacked everything and moved some furniture in."

"I sold it." Michael shrugged. Unaware of what to do at this point, Casey started pacing uncontrollably as she talked furiously to Michael and herself; her words barely discernible.

"Look Case." Michael said cautiously holding onto her shoulders, "I bought new and bigger ones!"

Casey still didn't look convinced. If he bought new beds, then where was her 'new bed'? "Where are they?" Casey asked stepping past Michael and searching the small apartment. Before he could answer, Casey had found her way into the guest room where a huge king size bed sat between rows of cluttered boxes and bags still on the floor.

"You sold our beds to-" Casey tried to yell as Michael covered mouth.

"Casey, Casey, Casey." Michael said still keeping his hand over her mouth. "I got you a bed too, it's in the living room."

Ripping his hand off her mouth, Casey stalked back to her living/ dining room only to see a new couch and TV set up, but no new bed or big box with a possible bed in it.

"Let me guess, you sold my TV and sofa to buy new ones too? Michael, leave!"

"Wait just a sec. Princess." Michael walked over to Casey still fuming. "Your old and rather small TV is in the closet, that one there is mine and I did sell your sofa, but..." Michael stepped up to the new leather couch and started pulling the cushions off. "It's also a pull out bed!"

Without warning, Casey jumped on top of him, tackling him to the floor as she hit him with what ever objects she had closest to her. Clearly in very little pain and almost enjoying the show, Michael laughed sitting himself up as Casey jumped back realizing he was still in a towel. Gaining composure Casey spoke again, this time with more control than her previous riots.

"Look Michael, this isn't your place and this isn't your stuff. I will not be sleeping on the pull out couch and you will not be living here anymore." Michael just sat on the ground with a puppy dog face, putting his hands together in a begging motion.

"Fine, you can stay." Casey finally said giving in." But you get the sofa unless you want to return this and get our stuff back... On second thought, you sleep on the sofa and I will sleep in the king bed in my room, okay?"

Michael was obviously pained by this but gave in at the thought of paying for a hotel room for the next few months.

"So he really sold your stuff? I don't know if I like Michael either. Please let the last guy be awesome!" Abby shouted standing up and throwing her hands in the air.

"Don't judge." Casey said turning a little red. "I will finish off this part of the story so I can introduce Ryan tonight."

"Okay. Go on."

"So with Michael's help, I moved the kind sized bed into my room and then helped him unpack his things in the guest room. For the first few weeks, things got better. He wasn't so impulsive and I think he started to forgive me for my behavior earlier on that year."

Casey helped Michael into his coat and grabbed the car keys on the counter.

"Why do we have to take your car?" Michael asked, fighting Casey on everything at the moment.

"Because I am driving and my car is better." Casey scoffed.

Ten minutes later, Casey pulled into the Kingston General hospital with Michael sitting unhappy in the passenger seat.

"I really don't think it's a big deal." Michael said.

"It's been hindering your hockey for weeks and you couldn't stand straight for an hour this morning. I seriously think that hockey is too abusive."

"Get over it Casey, I am fine."

"MacDonald." The nurse called out as Michael got up with Casey from their seats in the waiting area. They followed the nurse back to a small room where she weighed Michael and measured his blood pressure. Finally, a doctor came in and shook hands with each of them.

"Hi, my name is Dr. Kay. You must be Michael MacDonald." Dr. Kay said smiling up at them.

"No! I am the MacDonald. I put my name down on the waiting list, that's all. He hasn't been here before, but his back has been killing him-"

"Thanks Case." Michael said stepping in. "I think I got this, you can go wait out there."

With a huff, Casey got up from her seat and closed the door on her way out. Sitting in a blue cloth chair across from the exam room, Casey twirled her hair in her fingers. Sure, she cared about Michael a lot and she felt some what responsible if he really injured himself here. What would she tell George?

"George?" Abby asked confused. "Grandma's George?"

Caught in her tracks, Casey stumbled before saving herself. "No, another George." Abby nodded and motioned for Casey to continue.

When the door finally reopened, Dr. Kay stood up as Michael began to leave.

"What happened?" Casey asked, straining her head to see if Dr. Kay had heard her.

"It's only a minor injury, but if he wants to continue playing hockey, he should sleep in a better bed. Pull outs can be alright for a little while, but the activities Michael is in and a pull out bed combined can lead to serious problems."

Casey turned to Michael who was as serious as ever. "Did he put you up to this?" Casey asked turning back to the doctor.

Dr. Kay looked back puzzled before chuckling. "No, he didn't, but I heard of your predicament and I suggest you sell the couch and buy another bed for your situation. You should not be sleeping permanently on a pull out either if it's true that you dance Miss MacDonald."

Casey looked from the doctor and back to Michael as she wondered exactly what Michael had told him in there. 'Did they talk about me?' Casey wondered.

The warm air hit their faces as they exited the hospital one behind the other. Michael had been prescribed some pain relief pills and a note saying he was fine to return to hockey. He was quite happy. No more pull out bed for him.

"When you feel up to it, I need you to take the couch back and sell it for a double for you to sleep in." Casey said over her shoulder.

"Ha!" Michael snorted. "And what about the king size bed?" Casey gave no reply as she unlocked her car and swung open the door. "You win actually princess, I can't sell it yet, or I will lose too much money and not be able to buy another bed. Do you have any money saved up?"

Casey just laughed quietly as she turned to face Michael in the car. "I f you haven't noticed, I work at a low paying job and own a 30 inch TV."

"Well, I don't have much surplus either, so I guess your sharing with me!" Michael said waiting for the retort from Casey.

Within seconds she was of course in panic, accidentally shifting into neutral instead of first gear. Fussing with the stick shift, her mind began racing, thinking of all the unreasonable and inappropriate effects of this decision.

Luckily, before she was able to cause a car accident, Michael spoke up feeling slightly guilty. "Look Case, if you need the money and don't want this situation to last long I can rehire you at the Café. We can save up the money together and you can keep your king size bed. Believe me, I don't want to deal with the sleeping arrangements any longer than you do."

Casey nodded, her pulse slowing down and breathing now intact. "Thanks. I won't have any stupid boyfriend to screw it up this time."

Michael smiled slightly to himself. Casey was all his for now; Kind of.

So I didn't take them into talking about Matt, but you will understand later. I felt like I was ranting, I hope not. Thanks to those of you that read my author's notes as well.

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