Hehe Hello once again my dear friends, how is everyone? I assume that all is well, and if not then I hope this update brings some bit of a smile to your face.
Description of chapter: The first part of it shall be a recap of sorts, basically clarification for the last chapter seeing as 90 percent of all of you were utterly confused, once again I apologize and shall not attempt that writing style again.
The second part is going to be the beginning of the adventures Derek and Casey shall be set upon as they grow accustomed to their new surroundings and figure out a way to get back home.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the ideas I randomly come up with to perpetuate this crack story.
It's funny…the things I see each day, in and out of my office, a cry for help can be seen in the oddest of ways. An apparent one, much like Casey's little somewhat comical entrances with pleas to stop Derek's new way to torture her, or the extremely subtle one, when it becomes to late to save a person.
Sometimes… we find it hidden within an obvious cry masked by other problems…such as Casey's sudden affliction with deciding whether or not to chose a somewhat taboo love interests or continue living out her normal life.
Casey's decision…was love.
X
Paul was sitting on his desk, he had just finished talking about Casey and Derek's situation with their parents briefly, deciding it best to keep it amongst themselves and be the backbone of support while waiting, as well as praying for a successful outcome.
He relived his day in that moment, it was as if an inner monologue was floating about his head, thoughts pertaining to not only his life and the events that made up said life, but thoughts that related to the situations of many others.
George and Nora, Casey and Derek's parents, had experienced some form of the manifested inner monologue-true they had interacted with him physically but that was not the point-the point was indeed that the meaning behind his constantly pensive mind had reached out to these two before.
A cry for help can be seen in the oddest of ways.
Sometimes in an apparent one…
When he had thought that specific part he could only look upon the couple and see how relative it was to them, in it's truest form. They were obvious in their cries for help, begging him to allow them time, to trust them and their kids.
Sometimes I guess you have to chose to do something you wish not to do, in order to obtain the thing you want most in the world, and the apparent cry for help is occasionally needed.
For not everyone can do everything alone, help is always needed once in awhile.
Paul had readily complied. George and Nora's story was set, their problems-maybe not fixed, but settled for now.
Sam and Emily, Derek and Casey's friends and at one time dating partners, he had talked with them in the hallway, had stopped the fight and saw the desperation in each eyes. He knew from that instant that the underlying meaning enveloping his lingering thoughts was greatly influenced by their predicament.
Or the extremely subtle one…
When it becomes to late to save a person.
Reveling on the emphasis of such a drastic statement, he could only shake his head in hope that it wasn't too late for them, that they understood and persevered. If he had felt that they needed his help to push them forward, he would have been off his seat in moments.
Sometimes…it's too late to save that person and then…
That subtle cry for help is really just what you need…to receive a glimmer of hope.
Paul was still sitting in his seat. Sam and Emily's story was set, their problems-maybe not fixed, but a glimmer of hope shown.
Edwin and Lizzie, Derek and Casey's siblings, although they had not physically interacted with Paul that day, the statements that represented their situation was still as evident as day, and as evident as their attempts to hold masks to conceal the confusion and pain.
Sometimes… we find it hidden within an obvious cry.
Masked by other problems.
Closing his eyes, Paul had found these the hardest to cope with, how would one hope to save someone when the source of the problem-or the problem itself is hidden away, in the darkest depths of one's mind only to be revealed through another, non-essential problem? All he could hope for is that within one another, they would find solace.
And when we find it hidden within an obvious cry…
Masked by other problems, the real problem will come out eventually, and then…
The healing really begins.
He never had to meet them to save them. Edwin and Lizzie's story was set, their problems-maybe not fixed, but the healing able to begin.
Derek and Casey…
Paul rose from his seat and slugged his bag over his shoulder, letting his hand hover over the switch to turn off the light to his office, he took one last longing glance at the chair Casey always sat in when she would cry out about Derek antics over and over again.
His eyes lingered for some time.
We all must make choices…Such as Casey's sudden affliction with deciding whether or not to chose a somewhat taboo love interests or continue living out her normal life. Or such as mine in regards to letting this play itself out.
I chose to let it do so…and Casey chose…
There was always suspicion, there was always a hidden message in his advice, there was always observant eyes watching their interaction. He had known all along, just like he had known her decision all along, a decision that was to be made in the future.
Paul had led them to one another. Derek and Casey's story was set, their problems-maybe not fixed-
Casey's decision…was love.
He turned off the lights, and although you may not have been able to see it, the man smiled knowingly.
X
"I would NEVER!"
Casey opened her eyes slowly, the morning light hitting against her frame in a somewhat painful burn. Groaning slightly she dragged a hand through her knotty hair. Sitting up completely she took a look at her surroundings to come to find a beautiful set of decorations and delicate furniture.
"Wha…"
"Oh good morning darling."
Being surprised so suddenly Casey jolted and would have fell off the bed if it wasn't for the heavy covers. She turned her head to look at the smiling woman and couldn't help but smile back politely. Her memory was a bit foggy and it would appear that the woman sensed this and felt the need to explain.
"You definitely wearied yourself out yesterday, you collapsed upon me after all those tears lovely-no no don't look so grief stricken darling!" she laughed at this and placed the glass of water she had in her right hand on the nightstand near by and proceeded to sit on the bed. Casey brought her hands up to her face in embarrassment and the woman merely rubbed her back.
"That Derek..." her voice reprimanding. "I caught that young man trying to sneak in here late last night!"
Casey sprung her head up in disbelief and then laughed nervously. She was going to kill Derek for acting in such a manner especially in his Grandmother's house! Sputtering out her words she tried to apologize on Derek's behalf, knowing full well that Derek's would dare do it himself.
"And where do you think you are going young man?" the accusing elderly woman asked her now caught in the act grandson.
"Nowhere Grandma-to the bathroom…" he looked down at his feet, trying to scope them out in the darkness.
"You weren't perhaps trying to sneak into that poor girl's room were you? She seemed awfully exhausted-why don't you leave her be for some time, you can keep your hands off her for more than a moment can you not?"
Blushing furiously he snorted and proceeded to turn curtly and walked down the opposite direction.
" Night Grandma!"
The old woman smirked at her Grandson's reaction.
The smirk was awfully familiar…
"I-I'm sorry-on Derek's behalf I mean, I didn't have anything to do with it-honest, I mean, he always has a mind of his own you know? Never listens to reason-"
"Why yes, I know he really-"
"And it's so infuriating! I mean you think he would have common sense like everyone else in this world but no! He just goes off and does whatever he wants, whenever he wants- like he said What Derek wants, Derek gets and he really does get-"
"Yes, That is my grandson, precious isn't-"
" I hate it that he could just-ugh I don't know- get it all, and even from me! All he has to do is look at me with those eyes and I just-Oh…." she growled softly. "I hate it, I hate it very much." She instantly brought her hands up to her now redden cheeks. " Oh…but damn it all I love just that about him too…"
"He's got you riled up this early in the morning and he hasn't even said a word himself."
She looked up embarrassed. "I-Um…"
She chuckled and stood up tugging on Casey's bed sheets. "Come darling, you must be famished, I'll clean the sheets while you go down and help yourself-I think the spread will be to your liking."
Nodding slowly she did as she was told, she looked down and found she was wrapped in pajamas, she looked up in question.
"I hope you don't mind-I changed you, thought you might wake uncomfortable throughout the night."
Casey's cheeks flushed but she shook her head nonetheless and proceeded down the steps to reach her destination. Upon reaching the kitchen she stared blankly at the vacant tables and empty countertops.
"…what a spread…"
"Yup-That's Grandmama." at the sound of the all knowing nonchalant voice Casey turned towards the opening linking the dining room and kitchen together. She smiled at the sight, Derek stood there, a half bitten apple in his hand-Derek eats apples?- clad in his boxer shorts and a long green loose shirt, his hair a mess as always, barefoot and leaning against the opening frame.
"Derek…" she breathed. She couldn't help but move towards him quickly and wrap her hands around his neck, Derek taken off guard merely returned the hug halfway, trying to bite into his apple from behind her frame. He wasn't successful.
"What's up Case?" he pulled away from her halfway but kept her in his arms. He peered down at her and saw her flushed face, messy hair and pajamas that once belonged to his mother.
She looked absolutely beautiful. He removed his left arm from her torso and placed the apple down on a nearby counter. He then proceeded to push back a stray strand of hair and place it behind her ear, continuing he gently trailed his finger down the side of her cheek and cupped her chin. He glanced at her eyes before leaning in to kiss those lips that were tantalizing him.
"What are you two doing in here-Oh my." Breaking apart and jumping away from each other Casey found her feet incredibly interesting as Derek glared at his grandmother.
"Nothing." he muttered before the old woman walked up to him and linked their arms together.
"Good! Then we can make breakfast!" Derek looked horrified at the thought and began to protest but a look from his grandmother stopped him, his shoulders deflated in defeat.
Casey on the other hand quickly got to work.
"Right, where are the ingredients for-well what should we make, I'm thinking bacon, eggs, maybe we can make chocolate chip pancakes with waffles-Derek really likes that." as she voiced the last part of her tirade she had turned to the grandmother smiling. The woman smiled right back impressed at how enamored this young girl was with her darling young grandson.
"Well darling, I think I'll leave it up to you to chose what we shall eat-and yes Derek you shall be helping her, we aren't living in the old times now are we? Men and woman both work in the kitchen-so get chopping! I think I'll take a nice bath…" with the she left and Derek sighed.
"She's the devil."
"Oh Derek hush, let's get started."
X
"Well this is interesting…" wrapped in an attire fit for going out, Derek's grandmother watched as the two teenage 'hubbies' sat on top of one another-Casey on top really- Chocolate syrup all over the kitchen floor, counters, even them-yet none on what smelt and looked like burnt pancakes and waffles.
Looking up embarrassed the two laughed nervously.
"Who started it?"
Pointing to one another they both piped up with a quick "He-" "she-" ""did it!""
X
"Derek hand me the batter so we can make the pancakes."
"Un-huh."
Holding out her hand she was waiting for the box to be placed within it, when it in fact was not and her arms started to grow limp she dropped her arm and turned to glare at the cause.
"…Derek."
"Yeah babe?"
She took a breath from the nickname he used but continued to speak. "The batter?"
"Oh, right-yeah-it's kind of far, don't think I can help ya there-sorry." at a loss for words due to the blatant lie and insincere sorry she stomped her foot and scoffed before heading over to the cabinets and checking for the batter.
Finally succeeding in finding it she started working on the mix, it was the only add water kind, and then when placing it on the pan she started to rummaged through the cabinets for the waffles.
"Derek can you keep an eye on the pancakes?"
"…Hmm, I was thinking of keeping an eye on something else" his deep voice caused her to question his words but she refused to stop her search.
"What are you-"
Coming up from behind Derek wrapped his arm around her torso possessively and placed his soft lips on the crook of her neck, leaving ghost like kisses trailing down to the collarbone, Casey moaned slightly before nudging him to move away.
"Derek-hehe-stop go look at the pancakes- I mean it!"
"You're no fun." he muttered softly and she could swear she saw a pout from her peripheral vision. She almost gave into him right then and there, but this was his grandmother's house-was it hers too? She wondered if she could really consider Derek's grandmother her own.
'No' she thought. She was on his mother's side.
Snapping out of her trance she realized she had put a halt to her search and she berated herself.
"Hey Casey how about we add the chocolate syrup while the pancake is on the pan?" When she turned to look at him she couldn't help but think he was the cutest thing in the world, in his little attire, still the same from when she first saw him, and the syrup bottle in his hand, the little pout to his lip and begging in his eyes, she almost 'cooed'.
And then he grinned.
And the cuteness was replaced with sexiness.
"No. Stop." she had to be firm, she had no idea how much control she had left in her body.
"Okay." His simple answer perplexed her and she turned to question it only to find him stalking towards her slowly.
"I guess I could find…another-more appropriate place to put the chocolate syrup on." He smirked at her and Casey's eyes widened in realization.
"you're joking." she breathed out meekly, at this Derek shook his head and Casey gasped in protest but it was shot down as chocolate syrup poured into her mouth instead.
"Mufmrfgu-Dewick!"
"Dewick? Cute. I think I like it." Laughing afterwards he ran away from her upcoming attack, but she was too quick as she rounded the other side of the kitchen counter and jumped on his back. Arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her weight pulling him down making him run at a slower pace, her legs flailing about, it was a true comedic scene to be seen.
" Casey-Off-Get off! Ah!" falling down Derek dropped the chocolate syrup and Casey took the initiative to pick it up and jump off Derek's fallen form, hovering over him she stood victorious as she pointed the bottle at him.
"Now Casey…be reasonable."
"Bring back memories Dewick?" she said smugly.
"Why yes, it does." He lowered his brows and stared at her daringly. "And we all know how that ended up."
"Yes, I do recall, we ended up on the floor- a draw-but this time you won't be so lucky, you have no weapon of choice, so hah!" she laughed shortly before going back to her attacking position.
"Au contraire mon amour"
Staring blankly he shrugged at her reaction. "French class, Emily, remember?" her stare turned into a glare and he laughed trusting her enough to get up, he instantly regretted that as she held up the syrup bottle again.
"Don't. You. Dare."
He held his hands up in defense. " Oh come on Case- you already expressed your jealously when you spied on us." She blushed and lowered her eyes to the floor, her defenses dropping, he took his opportunity and sprang up to tackle her, with a shriek she fell to the floor and the bottle was tossed aside.
Laying on the object of his affection he smiled sweetly down at her and slowly guided her hands above her head and pinned her still. He made sure to keep her legs together by placing each of his legs on to either side of her. His breath was shallow and hers was caught.
With a husky voice he leaned down so his hair flowed just above her eyes, his nose barely touching her own and his lips slowly descending upon her own as he spoke.
" I wanted to kiss you back then."
"Back…when?" she could only manage out as she was entranced by his overwhelming eyes.
"Party. Bathroom. Cream." He barely got his sentence out because he was kissing her face, she was arching her back to his touch and her face was delving into his lips. As his hands began to let go of her arms to caresses her curves she smiled against his lips and with a quick kick, not too hard, to his stomach, was removed from his grasps.
"Damn it Casey-what's the deal-"
"Well you should have done it!"
"What-done what?" he moved to get up but she was quicker, for obvious reasons and once again picked up the chocolate syrup bottle.
'That thing is going to be the end of me' Derek groaned at his thought for it's truth.
"Kissed me you fool!"
"What?" he was truly perplexed, he wasn't entirely sure of his feelings at the time and he was still getting use to Casey, he had blamed it on the idea of being stuck with a girl in the bathroom and that it brought up natural sexual tension.
Not to mention they were rolling around with each for a good amount of time, limbs touching…everywhere.
He snapped out of his reverie and glared at her. "Give me that bottle."
"Fine, you want it so much?"
"Casey don't-"
Spraying him with the contents she laughed maniacally before Derek tackled her and stole the bottle and thus turned the tables. After all was said in done, they had randomly landed at that specific corner, Casey on top-it was a draw once again.
"Well Derek Venturi…how about you make up for lost time?" He smiled at that and started to lean in when-
"Well this is interesting…"
And back to the present we are.
With mirthful eyes she watched as the two blushed and Casey jabbed Derek in the ribs, in response he groaned before grabbing her into a stronghold hug like maneuver and kissing her neck before tossing her aside gently and standing up.
As casual as possible he gave a nod to his grandmother and then spoke. " Shower." Leaving the room Casey stood up and huffed.
"Whatever happened to ladies first!"
"You're welcome to join!" his shout back caused her eyes to widen in embarrassment and anger. He is so rude! His poor grandmother! Glancing at the elderly woman she felt bad as the woman took in the mess and shook her head.
"I'll-clean up, Derek probably won't-I mean he never does back at home-"
"Home?"
"…Yeah, home." it was at the moment that Casey felt so homesick she thought she could cry, the woman sensing this walked over, avoiding as much chocolate on her clothes as possible and delicately placed her hands on Casey's shoulders, the cleaned spots- if any- to gather her attention.
"Casey, until you are ready, this is your home now." Smiling she nodded.
"Remember, home is where the heart is, and if your heart lies with Derek-then my dear, wherever he is, is home, not the actual structure but just being with him-please try to remember that…" feeling the tears about to overcome her Casey looked away before wiping at her face absentmindedly.
Turning back she found the woman still looking back at her with curious yet welcoming eyes.
"Thank you-um…I never did quite get your name." The woman hooted and removed her hands to catch her breath.
"Oh deary, you can call me Granny- for multiple reason I guess…but if you insist on being so formal, It's Edna."
Casey smiled and offered her hand. "It's a pleasure-for multiple reasons- to meet you Edna."
The woman laughed and tossed Casey's hand aside.
"We are family now Casey- no hand shakes, just hugs." pulling the girl into her arms she gave her the biggest hug she could muster with her frail body.
"Now go on get, Derek is probably going to drain the entire hot water dry!"
Smiling she left the woman and went up the stairs, but the words Casey muttered then did not escape the woman's hearing. She laughed.
"I don't think he is using hot water either darling."
So that was LONG! Lol so I hope the clarification helped in the beginning, and that this little fluff was nice, I seem to switch from angst to fluff, and then just plot purpose conversation based chapters suddenly, sorry, I guess I am trying indulge all of you reader's likings and styles and I don't know, just make a well rounded fic.
I know I suck though but reviews still are appreciated!!!