A/N: Sorry to all my readers and reviewers. My hiatus, unfortunately, had no real reason. So, just accept my apology. Thanks. If there's anyone out there who wants to help get this going faster, and want to help me develop my stories, leave your contact and I'll send you a proposal.

Casey awoke, with no sense of who she was or where she was, or why she was there.

Looking around, she saw many things. Posters of bands, candy wrappers, discarded pieces of clothing, stale pizza, crumpled up pieces of paper, and…a fairy wand. It was pink.

The person beside her stirred, and she turned to find her brother beside her. Derek.

Now she remembered the horribly clear memory that came to her in a dream, and why she was where she was. She sighed, a mix of feelings welling up inside her: shock at the memory, sadness at the discovery, and gratefulness at Derek's generosity. She looked down at him now, and saw a peaceful half-smile on his face, thick lashes covering up his eyes.

Reaching down, she moved a curl of hair from his forehead, and softly said, "Wake up sleepy head."

As he began to wake, she picked up the wand from beside her and touched his nose with it.

"And with this tap, I awake you from your slumber!" she said with a flourish. He crinkled his nose at the announcement, then croaked, "Good morning to you too."

He rose on his elbows, still blinking away the sleep grime from his eyes. Yawning, he greeted Casey with a sheepish smile, then flopped back down on his pillow, making his way back to dreamland.

"Oh no you don't," she said, and pulling him back up into a semi-sitting position. One night of sleeping with each other had made it so much more comfortable to be around him. No, sleeping by, not sleeping with. She shuddered at the suggestion of incest. It suddenly made her very uncomfortable at the implications, and she let go of Derek immediately.

"Ow," he said as he got himself up, sleepiness all chased away with the crash back on the bed, courtesy of Casey. By the time his eyes were clear enough to see, Casey had masked her discomfort with a new wave of curiosity. The room was definitely a boy's room, decked with many posters of cars and rebellion, unwashed clothing everywhere, and half-eaten food discarded around the general area of the garbage can. It seemed that her brother needed to work on his aim though; there was hardly anything actually inside the can.

Her gaze came full circle, and landed on Derek once again. Recalling his kindness in taking her in last night, she almost teared up again.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, voice immediately filled with concern.

"Nothing, just…" She paused. She didn't want to cry again.

"This is so strange to me, and you're being so nice, and everything's so confusing and I don't know myself and…well, I'm just trying to say…thank you."

"It was nothing, Case."

"No, it was something, and I really appreciate it, Derek." The name still felt strange in her mouth, as did everyone's, just like her own.

They sat for a moment, in the awkward silence, until Derek cleared his throat to break it.

"I think you should get ready for school, Case. The doc said we should uh, keep you in routine, try and jog your memory that way."

She nodded.

"Thanks again Derek," she said as she stood.

"No problem."

"Oh, and Derek?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you keep this secret? I don't want to get the crying woman--mom's hopes up, only to disappoint her. She seems sad enough already."

"Sure." A strange look crossed his face, but Casey was already out the door.