Okay, here's Chapter 2! Hope you love it!

Disclaimer: I forgot to put this in Chapter 1, but this goes for that too: I do not own Life with Derek or Charmed.

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Casey had decided to orb a few blocks away from the house just in case the demon had put some kind of spell on it to detect magic. The two sixteen year olds were coming up on the house fairly quickly as they were both running as fast as possible. It had stopped raining while they were talking in the diner, but the ground was still slick and Casey had fallen a couple of times. If the situation hadn't been so serious, Derek wouldn't have been able to run because he would be laughing too hard.

Casey stopped Derek just as they were reaching their front lawn. "Derek, now I know you're scared, and confused, and probably really excited, but you need to take this seriously. If you don't, people can get injured or even die. Do you understand me?"

"I may not be as smart as you, but I'm not an idiot Case." Was his response, along with a good eye roll. He motioned her forward. They needed to check the place out before everyone else got home.

Casey walked ahead of her charge trying to evaluate if there were any charms on the house. As soon as she started up the driveway, Casey was hit with a strong sense of safety, even though only an hour ago they were attacked in the kitchen. Casey didn't even bother scouring the yard and just walked inside. She closed the door behind Derek and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket to call Lizzie.

She followed Derek into the kitchen and together they examined the damage done by the demon. The refrigerator door was still open; the cabinets that the demon had thrown Derek on were smashed into pieces. Things on the counter and island were scattered around the room, and there was a big hole in the wall were Casey assumed the demon had punch in frustration when they escaped.

"Hello?" Came Lizzie's annoyed voice. Casey hadn't heard her pick up on the other end of the line; she had been so concentrated on the mess in front of her. "Casey? Are you there?"

"Yeah! Sorry, Liz." Casey couldn't take her eyes off the destruction. "Everything is safe here. But warn them that the kitchen is messy." She hung up the phone; ending the conversation. She was about to suggest they start cleaning the mess when she saw Derek wince as he stared at the cabinets. Sensing something was wrong, Casey frowned. "Derek, turn around." She ordered softly as she walked over to him.

Derek looked over at Casey and wondered what she was on about, but he complied and put his back to her. He was about to ask what she was doing when he felt her start tugging on the back of his shirt. He started to pull away, knowing what she was doing, but she placed one of her hands on his newly exposed back, stopping him immediately.

Letting out a small hiss, Casey focused on trying to heal the large purple bruise that assaulted Derek's back. A soft glow surrounded Casey's hand and the large spot on Derek's back.

Derek felt what he could only describe as a warm fuzzy feeling on his back where Casey's hand laid. After a few moments the warm feeling was gone and Casey was pulling his shirt back down. Derek turned back to Casey and gave a small smile. "How did you do that?" He asked, intrigued.

Casey gave him her own smug smile. "I can heal anything but myself."

Derek nodded, "Right."

Casey's gaze left Derek and swept across the room. "Let's try and straighten up a bit before the others get back." Derek nodded in agreement and the two of them got to work.

"Now kids, you have to try and understand where I'm coming from." George was pacing in front of his family while they sat on the couch, minus Casey and Lizzie who stood behind their respective charges. Derek was sat on his chair, head in his hands and elbows leaned on his knees, and Casey was leaning against the back of the chair. Nora sat on the couch, in between Edwin and Marti. Nora's eyes were wide and if her grip on Marti's hand tightened any more, Marti would probably have to have Lizzie heal it. Lizzie stood straight behind the couch, her hands rested on Nora's shoulders, trying to offer some comfort to the confused wife.

"George, how come you never told me?" Nora was almost hysterical. Derek winced. He couldn't deal with a hysterical woman at the moment.

George rolled his eyes, "The same reason you didn't tell me. I didn't want to scare you away." Nora nodded excepting that answer. "But in my defense, I didn't know that Lizzie was my whightlighter as well as my kids. I always thought that she was your daughter."

Lizzie frowned, "You weren't supposed to know about me. The only reason Nora was allowed to know was so me and Casey could pose as her daughters without suspicion."

George's eyes were impossibly large as he turned to Casey. "You're not Nora's daughter either?"

Casey shook her head, uncomfortable. "No. I'm Derek's whightlighter. Lizzie was training me, so the Elders thought it would be best for Derek to be my first charge. Then I could keep a constant eye on him and if need be, ask Lizzie for help."

George nodded in understanding. "So how old are the two of you, really?" He asked pointing between Lizzie and Casey.

Lizzie was the first to answer, "I would be twenty three right now." She glanced at Casey whose eyes had glazed over at the questioned. Lizzie shook her head in sympathy. Casey still wasn't over her or her father's deaths. Lizzie took matters into her own hands and answered for Casey. "Casey is actually sixteen. She only just became a whitelighter a few months ago. That's why They are having me train her." Casey looked at Lizzie gratefully and Lizzie nodded in understanding. She was the same way the fist year after her own death.

George nodded once more. He looked back at his kids and wife. Nora seemed more relaxed and she had pulled a scared Marti onto her lap and was rubbing her back comfortingly. Lizzie was still rubbing Nora's shoulders. Derek was staring uncomfortably at Casey because her eyes were still a little misty. Edwin's eyes were wide as his gaze swept across everyone in the room.

"You're all crazy!" Edwin had seen the demon at the restaurant. He'd seen Lizzie grab Marti and disappear in a bunch of blue and white lights before a fire ball had been sent their way. He'd seen the kitchen his brother and his 'whitelighter' had been attacked in. Yet he'd still been sure that they were all crazy.

Edwin shot to his feet, fully intending on going up to his attic bedroom to think about what his father had just admitted to them, but his father's voice stopped him. "Edwin." His dad sounded tired, so he sat back down next to his step mother. He felt Lizzie's hands move from Nora's shoulders to his own, but he shrugged her off. She had lied to him. All that time they had hung out together and she never told him anything about any of this.

Lizzie looked hurt but he wouldn't sway. He wouldn't ignore her for long. He probably wouldn't last more than an hour of two. But right now he needed to think. George continued talking after his son sat back down. "Lizzie," he said capturing the older whitelighter's attention. "You already know about Abby." Lizzie nodded. "Will you please take Marti upstairs while I explain to everyone else. I'll be up in a little while to explain to her." Lizzie nodded again and she moved to the front of the couch to stand before Marti, who was still curled up on Nora's lap.

"Marti, sweetie?" The small girl looked up at her. . . What was the word her daddy used? Whitelighter? "Let's go upstairs and play. We can orb up there." Lizzie tried to bribe.

Marti knew Lizzie was just getting her out of the way but she nodded her consent anyway. She held out her hand and the older girl took it before the two of them disappeared in the signature lights of an orb.

As the blue and white lights vanished into the ceiling, George cleared his throat, collecting the attention of his two remaining kids, his wife, and Casey. "Now boys, I'm not really sure how to tell you this, but your mother. . . She's. . ." Edwin and Nora looked confused, while Derek had an idea of what his father was about to say, and Casey already knew what had happened. She placed her hands on each of Derek's shoulders, preparing to take his pain away.

George tried to explain again. "Your mother. . ."

Derek stood up and let Casey's hands fall from his shoulders. He turned to his little brother and glared. "She's dead, Edwin." Everyone's eyes widened at his bluntness and Edwin's eyes started to tear up.

George glared at his oldest son, but softened as he looked at Edwin. "Derek sit down and let me talk." Derek threw himself back into his chair and Casey's hands were back to rubbing his shoulders, which did have a calming effect on him. "When I married your mother, I told her that I was a witch. At first she didn't believe me, but I was able to convince her. I can move things with my mind. It's a power one of you will have."

Casey spoke up, "I've told Derek all that I know about this. And about the prophesy about Marilynn's powers."

George smiled at her. "So only Ed and Nora need to know about that?" He asked and Casey nodded. "An ancestor of mine, Marilynn Chase, had three powers. She could move things with her mind, like me. She could also see the future and sometimes the past and she could blow things up and freeze things. My mother could see the past and future, and I believe my mother's father could blow things up and freeze things. The two of you, along with Marti will each have one of those powers. I'm not sure who will have what power because as soon as you were born, your mother and I bound your powers. The only way you would get your powers back was if I gave you a potion to reverse the binding potion, or if your mother or I died. Since your mother has . . . passed on, you will be coming into your respective powers. That's why the demons have been coming all of a sudden. The Source was probably the one who sent them after Abby and then us."

Tears were now welling in George's eyes. Edwin had tears streaming down his cheeks and Nora was now pulling the boy closer to her to offer some comfort. Derek hastily swiped at his eyes as he stood up once more. "I'll be in my room." And then he was running up the stairs.

Casey stared after him when Nora's voice pulled her out of her ravine of thoughts. "George, I think the children should sleep in our room tonight." Her tone left no room for discussion.

George nodded, "I'll go get Lizzie and Marti. I'm gonna leave Derek alone for a while." He stared up the stairs and Nora led Edwin off the couch and to the basement bedroom to wait for the others, leaving Casey alone in the living room. George came back down the stairs with Marti in his arms when he noticed Casey standing by herself where they left her. "Lizzie told me to tell you she had to go speak to the Elders, and to expect her gone for at least a day or two." Casey nodded. "Are you coming down with the rest of us?"

Casey shook her head, "No. I'm going to make sure Derek's okay and then go to bed." George nodded and continued on down the stairs in the kitchen, leaving Casey alone once more. Casey sighed and turned to go up the stairs and paused at Derek's door. Hesitating only briefly, she knocked on the door.

She never expected him to open the door. She expected him to say he was fine and to go away, but there he was standing in front of her, tears pouring down his face. His face broke her heart and all she could do was hug him. She put her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, and pulling her into his room. He turned them around and kicked the door shut while he led her over to his bed. Derek pulled back and Casey sat down while he moved across the room to sit at his desk.

Casey scooted up the bed and leaned against the head board, tucking her legs under her. Derek cradled his head in his hands before looking up at her. "I should have been there. If I had gone to Spain with her, I could have helped her."

Casey frowned and shook her head, "No, Derek. You would have died too."

Derek stood up so fast that his chair fell backwards, causing Casey to jump, startled. "You don't know that! I could have been able to help! I would have been able to save her, and then Ed and Marti wouldn't have to deal with this!" He threw his arm out and the lamp on his bedside table exploded. The sudden blast caused Casey to disappear in orbs with a scream before she reappeared in her previous spot on the bed.

She looked from the blown up lamp to a stunned Derek. "I guess we just found out what power you have."

Derek looked at her. "I have to go tell my dad!" The sadness and pain were still in his eyes, but now Casey could see something that resembled pride. Casey nodded and she held out her hand, ready to orb them. Derek gave her a look. "We can walk down the stairs to the basement." He suggested.

Casey shook her head and grabbed his hand. "We could, but I need the practice." And before he could protest she was picturing the room she refused to take so she could have the one closest to her charge's room.

She heard multiple gasps and she opened her eyes to see the Venturi clan sitting on the king sized bed, all wide eyed. Edwin was holding the same look as Derek and Casey deducted that he'd just found out his power. He jumped up and smiled at Derek. "Derek! I can see the future! I saw that you and Casey were going to orb in here, and then you did!"

Derek gave Edwin as big a smile as he could muster at the moment. "That's great Ed! I got mine too."

Edwin's smile got even bigger. "What can you do?"

"Blow things up." Derek paused, "And freeze things, I guess."

George stood up to. "That's great Derek! I guess that means Marti can move things with her mind." He turned to his daughter, "Marti, sweetie, tomorrow we're going to train, okay? We need you to start working on your powers now. Edwin, there's not much that we can help you with, but if you get another premonition, tell someone." He turned back to Derek and Casey, "And maybe Casey can help Derek with his?" He looked so hopeful that Casey had to nod in agreement.

Nora looked at her step son and his whitelighter. "Case, why don't you orb the two of you back to your rooms and get some sleep. You're obviously going to have a lot of work to do tomorrow." She glanced at George who was telling Edwin and Marti what they were going to do the next day.

Casey took Derek's hand and they were about to orb out when George stopped them. "Derek, I need you to go up to the attic. You know the trunk that we were using as a sort of coffee table when Edwin moved up there?" Derek nodded, "I need you to blow up the lock and take out the big book in there. That book is your Book of Shadows. It will explain some things for you; it has some spells, potions, even some information on demons. There's even a section on whitelighters if wanted to check it out Casey." He turned to the girl and she nodded unwilling to tell him she already knew everything about whitelighters.

When George motioned for them to go, Casey orbed them up to Edwin's attic bedroom. She let Derek's hand fall from her grasp as they walked over to the trunk that held a bunch of Edwin's stuff. Derek unceremoniously chucked all his stuff onto the floor and then he turned to the lock. He squinted at it for a moment before he stood up and threw his arms out.

Casey waited and nothing happened. She held in a laugh when his face scrunched in confusion. "Maybe you have to be mad or have a very strong emotion for it to work." She suggested when he tried throwing his arms out again.

Derek nodded but paused after a moment before turning to Casey, "What kind of strong emotion?" He asked.

Casey shrugged, "I don't know. Hate, anger, happiness, love." Derek nodded as he turned back to the trunk and the lock. Casey waited for a few more moments, and then Derek's hands flicked out and the lock blew up. Casey's eyes widened as Derek turned back to her, a huge smile plastered to his face. "What did you think about?"

Casey immediately wished that she hadn't said anything as Derek's smile dimmed a little bit. "I thought about my mom and how I intend to murder whoever killed her." His eyes held determination and Casey felt proud of her charge.

Casey turned away and nodded towards the trunk, "Let's get this book and then get to bed. We have training to do tomorrow."

Derek nodded and walked back over to the trunk. He lifted the lid and looked inside. He heard Casey come up behind him and she looked over his shoulder. The trunk was filled with a variety of things. There were dozens of different colored candles, tarot cards, tons of crystals of different sizes and colors, and the Book of Shadows. Derek was about to reach into the trunk, but quickly pulled back. He turned to Casey and gave her an inquiring look.

"Casey?" She looked away from the trunk to see Derek staring at her. "Can you orb the trunk into my room?"

Casey glanced between the trunk and her charge, and then she shrugged. "It's worth a shot, I guess. Give me your hand. I'll do everything at once." Derek took her hand and she placed her free hand on to the trunk.

She pictured Derek's room, and then they were there, sitting on his bed, the trunk in between them.

Derek looked from the trunk up to his whitelighter and he smirked. "I don't think you need as much practice as you think you do." Casey smiled at him and he turned back to the trunk and reached in to pull out the Book of Shadows. He put the trunk onto the floor and scooted up the bed to sit next to Casey, who was leaning once more against the head board, trying desperately to not fall asleep before she made it into her own room.

On the front cover there were three ovals connected by a circle in the middle. Derek flipped the pages of the immensely thick book before landing on the first page. At the top of the page said The Power of Three and under that were two lines:

The Power of Three

Will set you free

Derek pondered that for a moment before flipping through the pages once more. He stopped again when he came to an entry about whitelighters. He looked up from the book and over at Casey. He smiled. She was asleep. He sat the book on his bedside table (on top of the broken lamp), and he got up. He walked to the other side of the bed and moved the blanket off of the floor. He shook the blanket off and a sock and some magazines fell from the folds. Derek gently threw the blanket over Casey and smirked. Now she couldn't say he didn't have a heart! He walked back over to the other side of the bed and sat down, picking the book back up as he went.

Before he read the entry he looked back to make sure Casey was still asleep. Her head was drooping to the side so he moved over a little bit and gently slid his shoulder where her head would fall so she wouldn't be startled awake. After making sure his whitelighter was comfortable, Derek turned back to the book.

His eyes slid across the page as he took in all the information provided. Most of what was in the book, Casey had already told him. The only things he didn't know was that she could float in the air for short periods of time, and that she was a pacifist, along with a few other nifty tricks. Derek wasn't sure what a pacifist was, but he would ask Casey about that tomorrow.

Derek felt a soft push on his shoulder and some of Casey's hair fell into his face. He lifted one of his hands and flattened her hair out of his view. Derek rolled his eyes as he gently tried to hold her up and slide out from under her. He tried to tell himself he was only going to let her sleep on the bed while he took the floor because she had saved him and she would probably have to have him in the future. He slowly lowered her head on to the bed. Derek picked up one of the leftover pillows and threw it onto the floor after kicking some of his junk under the bed. He settled on the floor after turning the lamp on his desk off, and he stared at the ceiling.

The whole day was a lot to take in. He was a witch, along with his siblings and father. But not only was he a witch, he was one third of the strongest witches in the world. His step mother was also a witch who could read minds. And Nora's daughters weren't really her daughters. Lizzie and Casey weren't even alive! They were dead, and they were sent to look after him and his family. He was surprised at how well he was taking things, but he had a hunch that Casey had something to do with that.

Derek closed his eyes and thought about his training that would take place the next day. He really hoped he was up for it.