So I'm back in my comfort zone after my flashfic. But I do have to do a little plug here. I posted my flashfic, "Not a Bad Place to Be" on Friday and I've gotten a wonderful response to it. It was a totally different style and idea from anything I've ever written before, so if you haven't checked it out yet, I hope you do and then let me know what you think.
Dasey, Citney and Jitsy
"Derek, wake up Sweetie," Casey said frantically. "Derek!"
Derek slowly opened his eyes and tried to focus in on his surroundings. Soon a strong, nauseating order meet his nose, one that was all to familiar to him after years of hockey, and he shook his head frantically as he pushed the offending smell away from his face.
He slowly sat up and found himself in one of the rooms at Casey's doctor's office and it suddenly all came back to him. He had never seen a needle quite like the one they had brought in. When he saw it, he immediately starting feeling the sweat bead up on his forehead and when the doctor had told Casey to lie down and had started towards her with the needle, well really that's as far as he could remember. The next thing he knew, he was waking up to the sickening smell of smelling salts and the sound of Casey's frantic voice.
Derek made his way up off the floor and into the chair that had been moved over to where he was laying. "I…I don't know what happened," he stammered.
"Looks to me," Dr. Giles said with a grin, "like the great Derek Venturi has a little problem with needles."
Casey closed her eyes and waited for the explosion. Derek loved sarcasm, he really did, but he loved it when it came from his own lips, maybe even Sam's or Ralph's, but never from someone like Dr. Giles. It had taken everything Casey had to talk Derek into letting her continue going there after their first appointment and he had balked again when he found out that Jenna would be using him also. No, he and Derek hadn't gotten off to the best start and this wasn't making things any better.
"Dr. Giles," Casey began as she tried to smooth things over a bit; "Derek is really…" she stopped and searched for the right words for a moment. She couldn't quite say obsessive, because that wouldn't sound right, though that word probably best fit the description. But no, she told herself, she had to find an alternative. "Well, Derek, he's kind of protective when it comes to me," she said with a smile. Yes, protective was a good word choice, though she knew that the word over should have been placed in front of it.
"I'm sure he was just worried when he saw the needle you were going to use for the amniocentesis. Right Sweetie," she said with a tight smile, hoping that he'd just go with it instead of causing a scene.
Derek put on a fake smile as he glared daggers at her and replied, "Right Baby."
Dr. Giles watched the exchange between the two with interest but finally took their words at face value and went on. "Well, you did want to pay for the lab rush right?"
They both shook their heads in agreement.
"Then we better get on with it. Even with a rush it still takes several hours to get the results, so the sooner we do this the better."
Casey nodded her head in understanding and proceeded to lie down on the table, lifting her shirt up so that the doctor could perform the procedure.
Derek walked over to where she lay and took her hand in both of his. He gently rubbed it with his fingers but she noticed that he looked away as the doctor lowered the needle.
It wasn't a long procedure and soon the doctor was saying, "All done. I'm going to have my nurse take this down to the lab and we'll call you late this afternoon with the results. Okay?"
"Thank you so much. We look forward to hearing from you," Casey told the doctor as Derek helped her up.
"No problem. If you need anything before then, please feel free to call," he said before leaving the room.
"It's going to be a long day. I hate waiting," Casey said as she hopped off the table.
"Everything will be fine," he reassured her as he gathered her in his arms. "And then we'll know if it's a girl or a boy and you can get started on the nursery."
"I know. Kendra is absolutely chomping at the bit to get started."
Derek pulled away from her and rolled his eyes in disgust. "You're kidding right? You're going to let Kendra decorate our nursery?"
"Derek, it's what she does for a living. She'd be highly offended if we didn't ask her to help."
"Oh well, we wouldn't want to offend Kendra, would we?" he scoffed.
Casey playfully hit him in the chest. "Be nice Derek. She's your best friend's wife and you daughter's boyfriend's mother. Surely you can find some redeeming quality in her; after all, you did date her in high school."
"Sorry Case, but redeeming qualities weren't exactly what I was thinking about at that point in my life."
"Just shut up and take me to lunch before you dig yourself in deeper," she said as she took his hand and drug him out the door.
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Cameron was just closing his locker when he felt familiar arms wrap around his waist from behind. He could feel her tiptoe to reach his ear as she whispered, "How's my favorite hockey captain?"
He turned so that he was facing her and raised an eyebrow. "I'm just your favorite hockey captain? Who's your favorite guy?"
She smiled up at him and quickly placed a kiss on his cheek. "Okay, let me rephrase that, how's my favorite guy that happens to be hockey captain?"
"I was okay until you asked that question. Why do I get the feeling that me being the hockey captain is going to come back to bite me?"
"Well, I just left theater class and Miss Bradford said that we needed to find a way to get more people to the review. So Ashley Wilson piped in. You know how snotty she is and now that Jenna's gone from the cheerleading squad she's even more horrid. Anyway, you know she dates Bobby Palmer and he's the captain of the football team. She said she'd see if she could get him to get some of the guys to do something in the show and when she said it she looked directly at me with that snarky grin I'd love to slap off her face. And everyone was so excited and then Miss Bradford asked me if I could ask you to ask some of the hockey team to be in the show too," she said all in one breath.
Taking a deep breath she was off once again, "And I couldn't say no because then Ashley would have been her usual hateful self and it would have looked like you don't love me enough to help us out. And so I kind of told her that it wouldn't be a problem and that you'd take care of it."
"You what?" he almost yelled.
Her eyes got big and her cheeks grew pink and she was a total loss for words. "Well, I…I…just….um….well?"
"Are you crazy?" he asked as he pulled away from her. "There's no way in hell I can talk those guys into doing anything like that. In fact, they don't even know that I'm doing anything like that."
"But…" she started in.
"No buts Whitney. I give you your way about everything, but I'm putting my foot down. You just keep adding more and more crap onto to me about this stupid thing. I think I've been pretty good about the whole situation but I'm sorry, I'm not asking them. I don't even want them to know that you said I'd get them to do it. What kind of captain does that make me?"
At that moment, she didn't know if she wanted to cry because she was so upset or scream because she was so mad. "Well you know what, I'm not really worried about what kind of captain you are but I am worried about what kind of boyfriend you are. And right now, for my daddy's sake, I hope you're a better captain than you are a boyfriend," she said before she turned on her heels and started to leave.
And then another thought crossed her mind and she turned back around with a smirk, "And in case you forgot, John's in my class so he already knows I said you'd do it. I guess you can spin it however you want. You know, 'Whit doesn't control me. I don't listen to her or do what she says'. You handle it however you choose, captain."
He watched her leave for good this time. He had never seen her that upset and he felt his stomach drop. What did he do now?
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Just as Jenna walked into her room she saw Jordan coming out of the adjoining bathroom. He was drying his hair off with a towel and she smiled at the sight of him in only his baggy athletic shorts. He was beyond hot. She loved his toned chest and his six pack abs. She felt a smile come across her face at the thought of running her hands across them.
He pulled the towel off his head and smiled when he saw her standing there. "Hey, I missed you today," he said as he walked towards her and gathered her in his arms. "How was school?"
He saw a cloud come over her beautiful blue eyes and she shrugged her shoulder. "Okay, I guess. Ashley and her crew had some snarky remarks."
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to their bed. They had decided that it would be much easier for him to move into her room than for her to have to move all her stuff into his. But off course, he had left his clothes in the other bedroom, because her walk-in closet was already bursting at the seems. But she had been gracious enough to clear two drawers so that he could at least keep a few things in there to throw on.
Once they were situated, he drew her into him and kissed the top of her head. "So, what did they say? How bad was it?"
He felt her shrug her shoulders. "They were just being snide about the whole homecoming thing and about how it was a wide open field now that I was, as they so nicely put it 'knocked up', and out of the running. Of course, you know that's not what Ashley meant. There's not one cell in her body that thinks its wide open. She thinks she's a shoe in now, but I can promise you if it's the last thing I do, I'm going to make sure she doesn't win."
"How much does it bother you that you're not going to be homecoming queen?"
"Honestly?" she asked as she moved her head up to look at him.
"Honestly."
"I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt a little. I just always thought it would happen. I never imagined not winning. Maybe that sounds egotistical, but it's true."
He felt his stomach jump and his heartbeat quicken a little at her words. There were a lot of little things that were going to keep coming up, things that would remind her that nothing was ever going to be the same again. He knew that this was just one of the first of many.
"I'm sorry Bitsy. I know this isn't how you envisioned your senior year."
She scooted up until she was on her elbow looking down at him, the fingers on her other hand scraping slowly across his chest. "I wouldn't change anything Jordan. I get you and that's better than any homecoming crown in the world."
He tried to smile reassuringly at her as he nodded, but deep in the back of his mind he knew different. She had no idea how this was going to change her life yet. It wouldn't fully sink in until much later. Maybe it would be when she was in New York all alone while he was gone on a road trip and she was walking a crying baby at three o'clock in the morning with no one to help her. Or when Chloe would be calling her and talking about college and all the cute guys she was meeting and how much fun she was having. She'd see her friends being young and carefree while she was tied down and he was afraid that it would all come crashing down on her that they were experiencing all the things that she'd never have a chance too. He knew that it wouldn't be until then that she'd realize what she'd given up. And the thought of that happening literally scared him to death.
So, I'm sure a lot of you are questioning Whitney's attitude right now. Please remember that she's only 15 years old and she's still got a lot of maturing to do. Plus she's never been in a serious relationship before and neither has he, so they're kind of going through this whole thing blind.
So review if you want to find out the sex of the Dasey baby. And don't forget to check out my flashfic and let me know what you think!
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