Gahh! It's about time! Lol. Enjoy! Oh yeah, and I so can't wait for hockey season to start. Maybe Carcillo will knock some pucks into the net instead of Kris Barch!

He groaned softly as he opened his eyes. It didn't look like Casey's living room. He sat up. It wasn't Casey's living room.

How the hell did it change?

Oh right.

Derek looked over to Kayla who was just getting up and she yawned.

"Morning." She said to him.

"Did we?"

"Don't worry, birth control."

Kayla saw him relax and she smirked.

"You really think I'd let myself get pregnant?" She asked. "I'm only sixteen."

Que in screeching tires.

Derek looked at her and then grabbed his jeans that were at the foot of the bed.

"I gotta go." He said as he stood up to get dressed.

"Derek, its fine." She said.

"No, it's not that." He lied. "Okay it is that. But I really gotta go."

XxX

"Sorry I didn't call back." Casey said to George over the phone.

"It's okay." He paused. "How is he?"

"Uh, well, actually we got in a fight last night and he left."

"What about?"

"A misunderstanding." Casey informed him, "I just wish he would have let me explain."

Meanwhile, Derek had slid down a wall, in a fit of disgust.

He slept with some random girl.

He slept with a minor.

He slept with someone who could be considered a little girl.

And he was disgusted with himself.

He grabbed fistfuls of his hair and let out a whimper. He let out a shuddered breath as his tears fell for the first time since Casey left.

"I need you Case." He said to himself. "God, I need you."

"You okay, son?" A deep voice asked.

Derek looked up and saw an older man looking down at him. Derek quickly wiped his eyes and stood up.

"Yeah."

The older man nodded and continued walking.

Derek sighed and walked back to Casey's apartment.

He didn't know what time it was so he wasn't exactly sure how late he was out. All he wanted to do was walk into Casey's apartment, fall to his knees, and tell her how much he needed help.

XxX

"Yeah, I'll let you know when-"

Derek opened the front door and tossed his jacket on the hook and had his head hung.

"Actually, he just stepped in, you wanna say something to him?" Casey asked George over the phone.

"No, that's okay, I just wanted to make sure he was home."

"Oh, okay. Talk to you later."

Casey watched him walk past her and into the living room. He tugged off his shirt and collapsed onto the couch. When she walked over to the couch, she saw his face was covered by his pillow.

"Derek?" She asked, softly.

"I don't wanna talk."

"I was just gonna say that I was heading in for the late shift." She said to him.

He gave a thumbs up and she left.

He soon fell asleep.

He then shot up in a cold sweat. His stomach was killing him. He raced to the bathroom and threw up, well he would have thrown up if he had something to throw up. Mostly is was loud dry heaving. Loud enough to wake Casey from her slumber.

He didn't hear Casey open the door and he was too preoccupied with the feeling in his stomach to even bother with noticing her hands on his back.

"Are you okay?" She asked him.

"I don't know." He groaned out.

She helped him up and walked him to her room. She thought he deserved a night in a real bed for a change.

He groaned when he fell back on her soft queen size bed. Casey helped him get settled under the covers and she went to get him a glass of water and a Tylenol. She set them down and turned to take the couch.

"Casey." He croaked out. "Stay with me please?"

She sighed and walked back over to the other side of the bed.

It was a little weird sleeping in the same bed with Derek. She had never done that before. She was a little nervous. But then again, he looked like he was torn in half, to pieces and he looked like he needed someone more than ever right now.

Right when she got under the covers with him, Derek scooted closer to her, put his arm around her waist and buried his face in her neck.

XxX

The taste of drug combination was running through his veins and a smell of lavender was seeping through his nose. He sighed and opened his eyes. He didn't know how he got there all he knew was that he was in Casey's bed with her laying beside him.

He sat up slowly, knowing all to well what would happen if he sat up too quickly, and he reached for the Tylenol and water. After swallowing it, he just sat there.

He still couldn't get over the fact of him sleeping with a sixteen year old.

"Hey." A soft voice brought him out of his thought.

He turned to look at Casey.

"Hey."

"Derek, I'm sorry about last night."

"Water under the bridge."

Derek lay back down, situating himself to where he was facing Casey and he sighed.

"I went out last night." He confessed.

"What did you do?"

"I can't remember." He said to her, "I took a few different ones."

Casey let out a sigh of disappointment and she had to ask.

"Did you do anything else?" She asked.

"I slept with someone."

He didn't see Casey tense up for a half a second and she didn't know why she did either.

"I slept with someone who was sixteen years old, she was just a little girl."

He then looked Casey in the eye, and broke down.

"I wanna stop." His voice shook. "But, I can't do it by myself."

"Tell me, Derek." Casey said to him.

She saw his eyes water and when he looked at her, it broke her heart because she knew what he was about to say.

"I need help." He finally admitted out loud.

He nodded as the tears spilled from his eyes and Casey pulled him into a hug as best as she could from the position they were in.

"It's okay." She whispered to him. "It's alright."

There it was. Derek had said that he needed help. And now, Casey could help him now.

XxX

Derek had slept all day, and Casey could only think that it was a good thing. And while he was asleep, she did a little research of what she was going to be dealing with.

The crazy mood swings, like she wasn't dealing with that already. Sometimes, he would be so nice to her, showing her how grateful he was for letting him stay with her and putting up with all his crap. Other times, he was really mean to her. Meaner than he was back in high school. Cravings, she noticed that when they were at her mothers as well. He seemed to be eating a lot. Eating weird things, he could have played off like he was pregnant or something. The nightmares, which she had already experienced when he they were at her mothers place. She knew that whatever he dreamt, must have been bad given the fact that he was whimpering like he was hurt.

Not only did she do that, but she also needed to get a hold of Ben and talk to him about some things. She had been planning on talking to him about his attitude ever since he forced her to cancel on Derek. Not only did she need to talk to him about that, but she needed to set the record straight that no one could run her life and if she had plans with Derek or anyone, she was going to stick to it. No man, or excuse for a man will ever make her do other wise.

She still couldn't believe what she was about to go through. She knew it was going to be hard, difficult, and very tiring, mentally and emotionally. But she knew that she had to do it.

And something that she didn't understand was, why she felt the way she felt when Derek had confessed that he slept with someone. She couldn't figure out if it was jealously, or anger. Angry at him for doing something so stupid. And with a sixteen year old for god sakes. He was nineteen; he might as well be sleeping with Lizzie. And there was no doubt in her mind that she was pissed at him.

And despite how much she was pissed at him, she couldn't turn away from him.

XxX

There was a knock on her door around noon. Derek was still asleep. Well, he had woken up to get something to eat and drink but then he went back to sleep. When Casey opened her door, she was shocked to see Ben standing there with an unreadable look in his eyes.

"Ben."

"You gonna let me in?" He asked her.

"Now's not a good time."

He snorted and pushed his way through. She sighed through her nose and shut her door. She was no mood for this. She was stressed because of him and Derek, she needed time to herself because of him, and she just needed it to be her and Derek. As much as she loved Ben, she needed her Casey time.

"Okay, your room or the couch?" He asked as he took off his jacket.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't think I need to repeat myself." Casey rolled her eyes, "No, Casey, I'm ready for the next step, I've been ready."

"And I told you, I'm not." Ben groaned loudly, "And keep your voice down."

"Why?" He asked.

"Derek is sleeping." She said, quietly.

"Derek is sleeping? I don't care if Derek's curing cancer. I believe I told you that I wasn't going to follow your 'Derek Schedule'."

"I didn't ask you to."

"Well it seems like you are."

"You know what, Ben? I'm tired. Derek woke up with a cold sweat, I thought I had to take him to the hospital and I don't have time to deal with your random attitudes. So, there's the door and please, feel free to let it hit you on the way out."

Ben shook his head.

"You know, I thought I had gotten it through to you that you weren't supposed to talk to me like that."

"Oh, here we go again."

When she said that, he cocked an eye brow and glared at her.

"I don't have time for this." She said. "So, I would really appreciate it if you just left."

Ben didn't move.

"Get out, Ben."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket. He walked over to the door and looked back at her.

"Ever since Derek came here, you've been trying to put him before me."

"He needs me right now."

"Right, keep telling yourself that." He shot back. "I bet he doesn't even have any problems."

"Just leave."

Ben then walked out and turned to face her.

"You're a bitch." He said, before he continued to walk away.

Bitch or not, she still didn't want to deal with his crap right now.

She shut her door and locked it.

"You're not a bitch." A voice said from behind her, making her jump.

Casey turned around, "Derek."

"Sorry."

He walked in slowly and ran a hand through his hair. He looked worse than he did the night before. He already looked pale and sick. She saw that he shook as he sat on a bar stool. She walked over to him and put a hand on his clammy shoulder.

"Want something to eat?" She asked him/

The growling of his stomach was her answer and she giggled.

"What would you like?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Okay."

And she turned in her kitchen and started pulling things out that she thought Derek would like. And while she was doing that, she didn't catch the look that Derek was giving her. He wasn't like a perverted stare or anything; it was almost like he was drinking her in. Hell, he hadn't seen her in a good year. He remembered when he first saw her, how good she looked. But this time, it wasn't about something physical that he was looking at. It was something he couldn't pin point.

"You shouldn't let him talk to you like that." Derek said, randomly.

"I know. He gets so mad sometimes and I-"

"Don't do anything wrong." He finished for her. "Don't make excuses for him."

She knew he was right. There was no excuse for Ben's behavior as of late and he didn't deserve her excuses for him.

"I really am sorry for blowing you off." Casey started, "He came and…I'm sorry."

"Casey, forget it."

"Okay," she whispered. So, I was thinking, if you're up for it, we could go to the pet store."

"The pet store?" Derek asked, "I thought you didn't like pets."

"I changed my mind." She said as she handed him a plate of left overs. "And I think I want a dog."

"Make one up." Derek stated as he ate the food.

"Ha, ha." Casey said, sarcastically.

"No, I'll go with you. Besides, men know good dogs."

Casey snorted and Derek smirked. Except it was a different smirk. Almost like it was only for her.

So there is chapter seven. I hope it was good enough. I'm still going through this writers block and it totally sucks! Grr.