Wow, it's been a while. Well, here's the new chapter. I hope you like it! Please review. By the way, I'm sure some of you have probably already guessed this, but I changed the time line all up. Some things happened and others didn't, but if you have any question just ask and I'll happily answer them. Thank you, October.

Disclaimer: I don't own Life with Derek or Charmed. Only the plot.

Things had only been a little awkward when Casey had woken up only to discover that she was in Derek's bed and Derek was sleeping on the floor. Casey had silently gotten up before quickly and quietly going back to her own room and putting on her training clothes, which consisted of some black track pants and a pink tank top with some sneakers. After she finished dressing and putting her hair in a pony tail, Casey made her way back to Derek's room, only to find him awake and dressed in basketball shorts and a t – shirt.

Next they had gone down stairs to see George and Nora already up along with Edwin and Marti. Lizzie was still Up There talking to the Elders. Nora was setting breakfast on the table and everyone else was sitting at the table. Edwin and Marti helped themselves to the bacon, eggs, and hash browns, but George was still staring at the piece of paper in front of him, twirling a pen between his fingers.

Derek frowned at the elder witch. "Dad?" He began, "What are you doing?"

George looked up to see his oldest son and his son's whitelighter standing before him, looking concerned. "Now that the three of you have your powers, you are going to have to start training, to expand them. So, I've decided to add on a couple of training rooms and while I'm at it, I'm going to add on a room for Edwin, that way you can work on your magic and keep the Book of Shadows up in the attic." The middle child in question looked up from his plate but didn't say a word, even though his face broke out in a huge smile. "But to do all of that, I need to write a spell for each task."

Now all three of his children were staring at him with large smiles covering their faces, though Derek was the first to speak. "We can write spells?" He asked amazed. George nodded as Nora came back into the room, carrying a platter of pancakes that was much too big for her small frame. As the telepath entered the dining room she tripped on one of the toys Marti had left there the day before.

Casey, who was still standing beside Derek at the time, darted to help catch the food before it fell. Derek's hands reached out on reflex. And then the platter froze in mid air along with dozens of pancakes. All the Venturis' eyes widened. None of them had ever seen this power before and they were all in shock.

Nora looked up at her step son appreciatively. "Thank you, Derek."

She started to grab the frozen food out of the air and place them on the platter that she had set on the table. Derek turned to his father once more, "Why aren't any of you frozen?" He asked, confused.

George looked from his wife to his son, "Good witches can't be frozen, unless you use a spell." He explained briefly, then he gazed at something beyond Derek. Derek turned to see what his father was staring at and was once more surprised.

Casey wasn't moving. She was still in the same position of reaching to catch the food, eyes wide as she thought of the mess it was going to make. Derek couldn't believe that he'd frozen her. He smirked; he could use that to his advantage when he wanted to get out of one of their fights. He turned to George for an explanation, but George simply shrugged. "She's not a witch. She's a different kind of magical being, so you can use your powers on her."

Derek nodded in understanding, but then another thought popped into his head. "Hey, Dad? How do I un – freeze her?" He was ready for his whitelighter to move again since Nora had grabbed the remaining pancakes out of the air.

The older witch shrugged, "I'm not sure, son. Try relaxing." He suggested. "And hold onto her arm so she doesn't fall when you un – freeze her." Then he turned back to his pad of paper and started to twirl his pen again before finally being able to come up with a spell.

Derek stared at the girl in doubt. He seized her arm as his father had ordered him to, and tried to relax his slightly frazzled nerves. Derek closed his eyes and breathed in and out slowly. He only opened his eyes again when he felt the arm he held pull, and when he heard the whitelighter gasp in surprise. Casey's eyes were wide and her jaw was dropped. Derek smirked in satisfaction as he righted the girl and pulled away.

Casey's wide eyes sought out her charges' when she felt him straighten her up before she fell face first on the floor. As soon as she got his attention, she sent him a questioning look. Derek shrugged, "I froze the pancakes, and you got hit too." Casey nodded, excepting the explanation, before turning to Nora.

"Um, Nora?" The telepath turned to the whitelighter, surprise etched onto her face. She was so used to Casey calling her 'mom' that she'd almost forgotten Casey wasn't actually her daughter. "Has Lizzie checked in yet?" Casey was worried. She'd never had to take care of her charge alone, and she really wanted the older whitelighter's reassurance. Nora shook her head 'no' and Casey sighed. "I want to go Up There and make sure she's okay, but I don't want to leave all of you unprotected."

George looked up at Casey and smiled, "Case, you can go. Nora and I have our powers, so we should be fine until you get back."

Casey shook her head, "No. I'm not even entirely sure how to get Up There with out Lizzie's help." When Casey saw Derek smirk she glared at him. "Don't even give me that look, Derek! You can't do anything without being startled! At least I can use most of my powers at will!" Casey turned on her heel and stormed up the stairs to her bed room.

Nora turned to her step son and frowned. "I'm disappointed in you Derek. I thought that maybe once you found out about all of this and about Casey being your whitelighter that you might ease up on her. Especially since what happened to her only a few months ago." Nora turned back to the kitchen to grab some maple syrup and butter for the pancakes and toast, leaving Derek confused.

Derek trailed after his step mom, confused and nervous about what she meant. "What are you talking about Nora?"

Nora handed him the maple syrup and purple sprinkles for Marti, before answering him. "You know that whitelighters are people who have died, and you know that Casey only became a whitelighter a few months ago." She stated, and Derek nodded. "So, from that information alone, you can deduct that. . ." She trailed off and left the kitchen and leaving Derek to his thoughts.

After a few minutes he followed Nora back into the dining room. As he passed the table he sat the syrup down in front of Edwin and the sprinkles in front of Marti, as George let out a cry of glee. "I'm done!" He yelled standing up. He turned to his oldest son, "I'm putting your training room in your bed room, Derek." Derek nodded at his father and continued through the living room and up the stairs.

Derek completely bypassed his own room and went to Casey's. He hesitated before knocking on the Swan Lake poster that covered he door. When Casey didn't answer, Derek jiggled the door knob surprised to find unlocked. He paused for a moment, and then he stepped into the room slowly.

Everything was exactly the same. The room was still neurotically clean as usual. The books were all alphabetized; the bed was perfectly made; everything on the desk was organized by height. The closet doors were closed but Derek knew all Casey's clothes were color coordinated. Glancing around, Derek realized there was something wrong; Casey wasn't in here

He knew that she'd gone upstairs, so he exited her room to look at the other rooms on the landing. The bathroom door was open so she wasn't in there, and when he peeked into Lizzie and Marti's rooms he found she wasn't there either. He looked over at the stairs leading to the attic, but decided that Casey would never go up there alone; she always said it was really creepy.

Derek thought for a few minutes about where else Casey would be. He was about to give up all together, when he entered his room and saw the Book of Shadows still sitting on his bedside table. He sauntered over to the Book and stared at it for a moment. Derek sat on his bed and pulled the Book onto his lap, flipping through the pages.

Once Derek got to the page on whitelighters, he sighed. He really didn't want to do this. The Book said that all a charge had to do was call out their whitelighter's name and they would be able to hear them. Derek didn't want to risk looking like an idiot, so he got up and closed his door.

Derek sighed once more before looking up at the ceiling. "Casey." He called dully. When she didn't appear, he tried again, "Casey!" This time he said it a little more forcefully. Not seeing the white and blue lights of an orb started to worry him. What if that demon had captured her to leave him and his family unprotected for stronger demons to come? "Casey!" Now he was yelling.

Seeing something out of the corner of his eye, Derek turned and threw his arms out. His eyes widened when he saw it was Casey he had just blown back into his desk. The young whitelighter glared at her charge as she pushed off the desk. Casey brushed past Derek and to the mirror that hung on the back of the door. Turning around so her back faced the mirror, Casey slightly lifted her shirt so she could evaluate the damage done to her back. Derek winced as he looked at the bruise that was already starting to show along with a nasty gash that ran horizontally across her back. He looked over at the desk and noticed that the part Casey had hit was broken.

Derek glanced down at his hands; he was going to have to be more careful from now on.

Looking back up at Derek, Casey sighed. "You better hope that Lizzie gets back here soon to heal this, or else I'll give you over to the demons myself!" She lowered the back of her shirt down again. "So why did you call me and then try to blow me up?"

Shrugging, Derek looked away. "I wanted to make sure you were okay." He glanced back up at Casey and he noticed her eyes were red and watery. "Why are you crying? All I did was smirk at you!"

Casey's eyes widened as her hands flew to her face. She swiped at the tears in her eyes all the while thinking about how unfair it was that this was the second time Derek had seen her cry in less than 48 hours. "It wasn't you." She said simply. "I was just visiting someone and that's what upset me." She paused as Derek gave her a look. "Is that all?"

Derek nodded then he shook his head. "Why don't you just call Lizzie to come heal you?" He suggested.

Casey shrugged, "I suppose. But don't try to blow her up or she'll be very cranky with you." She teased as she looked up at the ceiling just as he had done moments before. "Lizzie." She called out firmly.

A few seconds later Lizzie appeared in a swirl of lights. "What's up?" She asked them, worried.

Casey didn't answer but just turned around and lifted the back of her shirt once more. Lizzie hissed and shot a glare at Derek while she walked over to Casey. She placed her hands over the wound and a soft glow surrounded them. Derek watched intently, having never actually seen a whitelighter heal someone. As soon as it started, it stopped. Lizzie removed her hands and Casey lowered her shirt as she turned back around.

"What did you have to talk to the Elders about?" she asked the older whitelighter.

Lizzie gave a humorless laugh, "I was trying to convince them to let you watch over Edwin and Marti as well as Derek."

Casey's eyebrows hit her hairline. "What! Why would you do that?"

Giving her a small smile, Lizzie assured her, "Because you're ready for it. You can orb on command, you were able to heal Derek, and you care about Edwin and Marti like they really were your step siblings." She stopped, "I need to go talk to Edwin and make sure we're okay. I should have said something to him." She put her head down in shame and left the room via orb.

Casey and Derek stood in silence until Derek broke it. "I think Edwin likes her."

Casey gave him a confused look. "But it would never work."

"Why not?"

"Because he would get older every day and she would stay looking like a 13 year old girl. You have to remember Derek, whitelighters don't age." Casey rolled her eyes as she started to leave the room, hoping to make it to the kitchen without any interruptions. No such luck.

Derek chased after her, "So you're going to look 16 forever?" he asked her. Casey just nodded. "That is so cool!"

Casey frowned, "Yeah, I get to stay in high school for the rest of my un-life!"

The smile dropped from Derek's face. "Ouch, that does suck. But maybe you can go to college and pretend to be on of those genius kids!" Casey shot him a look. "Hey, I'm just trying to help."

Casey gave him a small smile, "I know, thanks, Derek." Derek nodded as they entered the kitchen. There was a note sitting on the island. Casey walked over to it whereas Derek took a seat on the counter. "This says that they took Edwin and Marti to see George's parents. They were hoping George's mom might be able to help Edwin control his power. And leftovers from breakfast are in the fridge." She looked up at Derek. "That explains why Lizzie orbed out instead of just walking to Edwin's room." Casey looked back down and pulled a second piece of paper out from behind the first. "This one's a spell for adding a room. It says to have you read it and you should have a training room to practice in. Also, George says to make the training room a part of your bed room."

Derek frowned. "How am I supposed to do that?" He asked.

Casey's smile widened. "Looks like we're going to have a lesson in Spells 101." Derek didn't know if he should be excited or not, and the look on Casey's face was making him think not.

Derek was right. This wasn't fun. Casey had explained how to do the spell well enough and now there was a door in the wall that separated his and Casey's room. Only instead of leading into Casey's room, it lead into his new training room. And that was where the two of them were at the moment. Casey stood off to the side while Derek stood in the middle of the room staring at the punching bag that was built into the ceiling.

"Come on, Derek!" Casey yelled at him. "Concentrate! Try to blow the punching bag back."

Derek sighed. Casey had been yelling orders like that all day and he wasn't anywhere near blowing it back.

"Derek! Blow the punching bag back, now!"

That was the last straw!

"Casey!" He yelled right back. He flung around faced her. "Give me a break. I'm trying. Now, stop yelling at me!" He threw his arms out and there was loud bang as Casey was blown into the wall.

Casey's eyes were wide as she stared up at Derek from her new position on the floor.

"Oh, God." Derek gasped. "Case, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I just got so frustrated! I'm sorry!"

He would have continued but Casey was shaking her head, smiling. "No, Derek. That was really good!"

Derek frowned. "Really?" The old Casey would have screamed at him to be more careful for the rest of the day.

Casey nodded. "Yeah. You need to tap into that anger and focus it onto the punching bag. I don't want to scare you Derek, but if you don't learn focus your powers, you or someone else could die." She reached her hand up and Derek grabbed it and pulled her to her feet. Wincing, she rubbed her lower back and the back of her neck. She waved a hand out, "Now, try it again."