rev⋅e⋅la⋅tion - [rev-uh-ley-shuhn] ; noun - something revealed or disclosed, esp. a striking disclosure, as of something not before realized.

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--in which Derek AND Casey listen to a revelation (can you say what?)--

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Derek for the past few days has been oddly contemplative. And it's been showing. He hasn't whacked Edwin on the head as yet—and it's been a week and six days, he hasn't called Casey Klutzilla even once, he hasn't shoveled food down his throat as if it were going out of style, he hasn't once given George or Lassie grief—and both of them are getting very antsy and there's a whole other bunch of things he hasn't done. And it's throwing everyone out of stride. Edwin cant sit down without looking around frantically, expecting Derek to come jumping out of some corner and whack the beejezus out of him, George and Lassie keep chewing their nails (for real, and they don't even know it!) and Nora is worried that her cooking has gone from bad to worse.

(Is she accidentally food poisoning Derek or something?)

Of course the only other person who isn't worried or antsy is Casey. And normally it should ring a loud bell with the tinny sound ringing loud afterwards in everyone's ears but since they are all so on the edge, nobody even thinks about it.

Casey too has been thoughtful. However it doesn't seem to be throwing everyone off as Derek's is doing but still it arouses someone's suspicion. Basically Edwin's. He can't stand this constant nervousness. Anymore nervousness and he's going to go berserk and hold someone hostage at rotten apple point.

So he thinks and thinks and thinks.

One by one, carefully and slowly he puts pieces together.

It was painstaking and arduous and in between constantly looking over his shoulder and not eating and sleeping, he ploughed on because the end result was that wonderful prize, sanity.

And at the end of a week and six days, it struck him.

With painful and stunning clarity.

Painful because as a result of his revelation, he fell off his bed and landed on his tailbone and stunning because, how did he not see this coming?

How could he have been such an idiot?

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Derek and Casey are having a stare off. Actually they are both sitting in Derek's room, wanting to say something quite desperately –and it's on the tip of their tongues but once abundant words which always seemed profuse and plenty now seem scarce. It's unlike anything they have ever experienced before. Because solitude is not their thing, just as normal will never be their word.

(Dysfunctional fits just right though.)

Edwin bursts into the room and when Derek is about to calmly throw him out by the scruff of his neck; he holds up a hand and pleads his case. Casey on the other hand is worried. Edwin looks downright dreadful, with dark circles under his eyes and hollow cheeks.

"I have something to say. It took me a week and six days to figure and I'll be damned if I don't get it off my chest." Edwin says in a hoarse voice.

"Are you alright Ed?" Casey asks worriedly.

"Peachy keen," Ed replies with a happy laugh. And Derek's blinks once in confusion. Could Edweirdo get any weirder? He hadn't thought it possible but Edwin has just gone ahead and proved him wrong.

"See, there's thing called UST. It stands for unresolved sexual tension between two people." Derek gets up and Edwin once again holds up a hand. "I will finish my thing and then get out of here like a bat out of hell. Just give me a five minute jumpstart for a sporting chance before you beat me to pulp. But for now, let me talk. Uninterrupted." Derek shrugs and sits down. At the end there's Ed bashing up to do. As long as there's that, he's cool.

"So like I was saying, there's thing called UST. What George and Nora didn't realize when they were getting married was that by putting together two more or less Type- A personality people together, they basically had a powder keg UST situation on their hands.

See, usually we have been brought up to believe that opposites attract. And you may both be thinking, two Type – A 's—by the way they are also called dominant personalities— how in the hell could they get together. But that's where you are wrong. The two eldest kids, Casey and Derek were broth dominant personalities. And until their respective parents were unmarried, they were boss in their own homes. But when their respective parents got together, they could no longer be the top dogs or something like that so to speak. They had to contend with another person who seemed as just as determined as them to have their own way. Making any sense?" Edwin asks pointedly. Casey's blushing and Derek's trying to look like he doesn't care and he's failing.

"So, since these two people found each other that tested them and annoyed them a great deal, they had to sit up and take notice of each other. The guy was annoyed at first. This keener girl with her lack of cool thought she could boss him around. And moreover, she even had the gall to make him feel guilty and worry about stuff. And no one made him do that, except for a certain little sister of course." Here Edwin threw a dry look at Derek who was trying to subtly squirm. Casey was grinning.

"The girl was annoyed too. She was all about feminism and being yourself and not throwing yourself at boys who had no respect for the girl. So naturally, this new step brother of hers scandalized her and aggravated her. He ran through girls like water, was rude and overbearing and moreover, he didn't get the fact that it was okay to ask for a higher grades. He was a slacker of course so she didn't expect him to understand. But it still annoyed her every time he called her name—and believe me; he called her many a name.

As you can see, at the start, everything wasn't paradise for this not so lovely couple who basically kept their whole family on the edge with their will they, wont they nonsense and never ending fights but slowly enough there was a change. The family began to notice that the fights seemed a little forced and the banter was a little more erm, racy and that the bathrooms always seemed to be occupied at the same time. They thought, "ohmygod, these two lunkheads finally figured out what there was between them, but that was not so. As it turns out, these two lunkheads still hadn't established the change of status quo between them. Instead, they were waiting and thinking because apparently they couldn't find the words to say what they wanted to say and that was what was throwing everyone in the house and their school principle into a tizzy."

Derek and Casey couldn't even look at each other and it made Edwin wonder. They could look at each other half naked but talk of feelings and suddenly the whole room was filled with Uncomfortable Tension. It fulfilled his theory though, that at the end of the day, Derek and Casey were erm, a very physical couple. God, that made him giggle like a little girl. Anyhow, back to business.

"So here goes. I'll break it down for you. You are Derek," he pointed at Derek, "You are Casey," he pointed at Casey, "and both of you have been love with each other ever since George and Nora got married. You figured it out with your trysts in the bathroom –and really we aren't that stupid, we just thought that was your way of hashing it out—and name calling and general hate of anyone who happened to date the other, even Sam and Sally. And now that you've done that, please for the love of god end this limbo and accept what everyone already knows, that both of you love each other." Edwin looks around and drops into a chair exhausted. Speaking volubly is so not his thing. That's reserved for George and Casey.

"And one more thing. You both are meant to be. And I rest my case. Please excuse the shoddy work but a summation of your antagonistic history would have taken me at least a few months and I was working with only approximately ten hours of sleep. Of course, if you do want a full history, please contact Liz, she's my agent and we'll work something out. And I'm out." And with that Edwin takes a bow and heads out of the room.

"So, girlfriend?" Derek asks casually and Casey chokes for a minute—there's so much she wants to say but for once, she's going to go with the flow—and she nods happily.

"Do you want to make out before you run off to catch Edwin?" she asks playfully and before she knows it, there's Derek and there's her and the whole room feels a whole lot hotter than usual. It's the spark of UST finally coming to life. And as cheesy as that sounds, it's the goddamned truth.

"You know what, chuck Edwin. I have waited four effing years for this. I need my time." Derek says with an attempt at not looking giddy with delight before capturing Casey's lips once more.

And Casey smiles against his lips. It's been four years.

Four fucking long years.

Finally.

I know. Three months. I don't know if anyone is till reading this anymore but if you are I profusely apologize. I lost my drive for this story and being a person who gets very easily distracted is of no help either. I decided today that I would finish it because more than anything, I hate being that author who has like bazillion unfinished stories on her account –I have a few and they are making me go mental. I am not very happy with this chapter but then again I don't think I will ever be. I've had the idea for months and writing it out only shows me all the flaws which I just can't seem to fix. However, it is the way I wanted to end. That being said, I just want to say thank you to everyone who ever reviewed or alerted this story. Your reviews did put a big smile on my face. :)

Also happy Deepavali! (I'm not supposed to be on the computer today cause I'm supposed to be celebrating the festival but really, I am so badass that I got on to the computer anyways.) ;)