They quite car allowed Derek to calm down a little but he still didn't feel like moving his head from Casey lap. It was just to comforting to lay there. Finally though he decided he should drive them home. As he was sitting up Casey phone rang from her purse, which lay at her feet. Derek reached in and grabbed it out glancing at the screen to see who it was. 'Sam' flashed across the screen.

"Why is Sam calling you?" Derek questioned hoping he didn't sound to nosey. But the only reply he got from her was a roll of the eyes.

"Hey." Casey answered.

"Tomorrow?"

"No, not right now. I'm in the car." she said lowering her voice.

" Yeah. Do you want to talk to him?"

Derek continued to keep driving not really care about Sam right now.

"Derek," he heard Casey say. "Derek. Do you want to talk to Sam?" she questioned.

"Not while I'm driving." he added lamely. They were now turning in to their driveway. He turned off the car, Casey looked at him trying to hand him the phone.

"Tell him I'll call him later." Derek muttered as he got out of the car. Derek had no intention of calling is friend anytime soon, but he knew that would at least shut Casey up for now.

Derek walked in the house, with Casey following close behind, for some reason still on the phone to Sam. He was starting to get angry and slightly annoyed at how much Casey was laughing and giggle at what Sam had to say. Derek watched Casey sit down on the couch as he went to the kitchen, surely she was about to hang up. But as soon as he made it fully into the kitchen he heard Casey whisper; "Okay, I'm alone now."

Derek had know idea what that meant, nor did he care. All he knew was right at that moment he was the angriest he that he had ever been it seemed. He could still hear Casey laughing but now it seemed louder, if possible, it seemed to ring in his ears. He had never been able to make her laugh that hard, he had never been able to make Casey happy at all it seemed. A mixture of feelings swirled in Derek's head. He could not stand to listen to Casey and Sam's conversation any longer, he had to get up stairs to the safety of his room. He ran out of the kitchen as quickly and as quietly as he could, he didn't want Casey to realize that he was upset. Especially that he was upset because of her. As he began to climb the steps his neck betrayed him and turned his head towards Casey's direction. She was looking right at him with her sharp blue eyes; causing another emotion to enter his head. Guilt.

He continued to climb the stairs still locked in her odd stare. He was trying to make out the feeling in her eyes, anger, hurt, happiness, confusion, love? The last one entered his mind with a loud bang, could she be in love… with Sam? He tried to erase the thought. His stomach twisted as he bounded up the last few steps and entered his room. Locking the door and crawling under the covers made him feel like a little kid again. He amazed himself at how calm he was being, normally he would be throwing a fit right now. But maybe the amount of emotions turning around in his head kept him level in a way.

It was insane at how much of a female he felt like at this moment. Never in his life had he thought so much of the way he felt. He hated it. He hated this disease. He hated everything. But most of all he hated Casey. She was to blame for all of these feeling. Derek knew that she had been sweet and loving towards him but he didn't care. Right now all that he knew was that Casey had ruined his life. She had been the one to tell his parents he was sick, she had been one of the reasons he got mad the very first time, he had cut his foot on her razor. And now she was in love with Sam, his best friend. That was just simply unforgivable.

He laid in his bed for awhile just staring at the clock until his stomach growled. That was the first sound he had heard in a long time now that he thought about it. Where was everybody? Derek peeked his head out of his door, he really didn't want to run in to anyone right now. He rushed down stairs and into the kitchen not even checking to see if Casey was still down there. He grabbed enough food for lunch and dinner, he didn't want to have to make this journey again in five more hours. He sneaked up stairs and into his room, he turned to lock the door when he noticed someone was in the room.

"Get out of my ROOM!" he yelled not even bothering to look at the face. He already knew who it was. But Casey didn't move. He unlocked the door and pointed to the open door.

"Casey please I'm not in the mood for any of your stupid games. So please, LEAVE!" he was getting more and more angry with every word. All the hate he had just burned off was coming back. He hated the way she was just standing there, he hated they way she hadn't said anything , but most of all he hated how she was looking at him.

"What do you want?" he asked closing the door and sitting down on his bed, with his head between his legs. Derek knew Casey would not leave until she got in her word. Derek tried to take calming breathes that Casey had taught him, but the fact that it was Casey who had taught him made it all the worse.

"Casey, whatever you want it would be best if you told me now before I get to angry." he had started to shake and it was a wonder to him how he was still under control. Derek heard her move slightly and looked up to see what she was doing. She sat down on the end of the bed.

"I'm here to listen." she replied softly.

"Oh okay, you are here to listen…. That makes no sense at all. First of all, what are you trying to be some kind of counselor? Sorry to break it to you. But you aren't. Secondly, coming in to my room with out asking isn't a very good way to get me calm. Is it?

And last, I was ready to talk to you today in the car. But then Sam called and he was more important." Derek tried to take a couple deep breathes. But they mostly just came in short choppy gasps. " Look Casey, I don't need for you to listen to me. I just want you to get out." Derek looked up from his hands that be had been staring at for a while. Casey looked like she could cry. And maybe after all the crap he had put her through maybe she should cry. But instead she quietly got up and walked out of his room.

That was very un-Casey like, normally she would have made him say what he was feeling.

His brain continued to swarm with mixed emotions and crazy thoughts. He laid down on his bed to try and sort things out. But his brain wouldn't listen. He tried to understand why he felt jealous but he had no reason to be. He wouldn't let him self cry. There was no reason to, but for some reason silent tears fell down anyway. Derek knew that his disease was getting worse, all he could do now was pray that the doctors would find a cure before his emotion to complete control of him. And Derek Venturi doesn't deal with emotions well. Even if they are his own.


I know its been a while, for some reason this one was very hard to write. Anyway tell me what you think and maybe give me some ideas for what should be next?

THANKS~