Author's note: This is really just continued. I included the last paragraph from the last chapter. I am not sure if I like recaps or if I like including the last chapter. Maybe you guys can help me decide. Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek.

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*Jason Gat's bathroom*

"Yeah… Sorry to disappoint you, but I am seventeen," Casey shied away from Derek and slid back into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet and hung her head. It looked like she was going to cry.

"Uh, Casey. Don't do this. You know I can't handle water works," Derek said following her into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

"Derek, it's just I have been having a horrible time at the party. Emily went off with Sheldon, and we aren't even going to have a sleepover now. I sat next to this couple making out on the couch, and it was totally awkward. You hung out with blonde bimbo all night. I made a friend, and then he left me. I tripped in the kitchen, and then you disrupted me in the most beautiful bathroom I've ever seen. Plus, we are both seventeen, so I won't even get to meet someone cute or nice. I just hate this stupid party," Casey finally cried. She had had it with this Jason Gat's Valentine's Day party, and she didn't care if she was crying in front of Derek or not.

"God Casey. You're such a princess. You go to one party and turn it into a soap opera starring Casey McDonald," Derek shrugged annoyed at Casey's defenselessness. Then he started to laugh, "Now, you're sitting on your throne, dearest princess of piss, oblivious to others. People like you Casey, but no one likes your personal fable."

Casey stopped crying to look at Derek. She snarled. She had death in her eyes as she ascended the toilet. Derek looked at her with laughter, but started to get a bit apprehensive. He had just angered an inner-Casey demon. Casey walked up to Derek and drew her hand back. Her angry eyes looked straight into Derek's as she slapped him hard across the face.

"I hate you Derek Venturi," she burst into tears and collapsed on the floor.

Her cries were soft and fragile, and Derek just looked down at her, "I am not going to give into this sort of behavior, Case, but I know how to make it better."

He was sick of feeling awkwardly honest and left the room. Casey just lay on the floor letting out louder sobs now that Derek was gone. Casey twisted Derek's words: No one likes me; Derek is right. Casey thought as she sat up with her back against the bathtub. What should I do about this? Her stomach lurched with loneliness. If she was going to be alone forever, she might as well start now. She was the only person who understood, and who truly cared about herself. She stood up and looked in the mirror for one last time. She sighed and walked to the door. The knob turned as she was grabbing it, and Derek burst in the door knocking into her. In his hands were three beer cans that almost fell to the floor when they had knocked into each other.

"Der-ek!" Casey said as she stumbled backwards. She looked up at him and saw the drinks, "Derek, why do you have alcohol?"

"I am interested in the fable, Case. I am changing it a little and forcing you to have a good time," Derek locked the door. He smiled and set the cans on the sink's countertop. Casey did not say anything at first, her eyes got shifty, and she squinted at Derek.

Derek stood firm in front of the locked door, he folded his arms across his chest and grimaced a smirk, "Don't even try anything because you know…"

Casey tried to make a dash to get out of the bathroom. The only way to do that was to ram into Derek hopefully causing him lose his attention for a few seconds so she could unlock the door and scurry out of the bathroom. So she ran full force into Derek or tried to. The bathroom tiles made her shoes slippery, so she missed a step and stepped on her own foot. She was close to Derek and her inertia caused her to fall forward into his chest and arm.

"OW!" She yelped, and he tried to catch her but hit his head on the door. His back also hit the doorknob, which broke off, and he slid down onto the floor hearing the knob fall to the tiles beside him. He hadn't realized how much force she had come with and now his head was pounding and pain pulsed through a spot on his back. He started to rub his head and tried keep tension off his back.

Her head hurt. She managed to hit her head on one of Derek's bones in a bad position. Aside from her head, her foot hurt where she pushed her heel into the top of her shoe. "Uh," she said as she moved away from Derek and crawled to the wall with the towels hanging down. She remained seated with her back against the wall to slip off her shoes and examine her foot. The top of it was red and looked like it was going to bruise soon. It was a little swollen but not too bad. She could probably put her shoe on if she wanted.

"Damn Casey," Derek was still seated against the door and rubbed his back. He winced as he touched a spot on his lower back.

Casey saw him wince and her eyes widened, "Why didn't you just let me go?"

"Yeah, Right. Like I am going to let you pass me. I mean I play hockey. How would it look if I let you get by me. Plus, I am trying to be friendly… forcing you to drown your self-pity," Derek chuckled at her, but quickly stopped because his head still hurt a little. "Damn that was strong though. Good Job, Case," Derek smiled.

Casey smiled and then looked at her foot again which was started to swell. "I don't need alcohol to stop my self-pity… My heel dug into my foot, and it hurt," Casey stuck out her foot to show Derek, and she frowned. He laughed at the position she was in, and examined her foot.

"You don't need alcohol to stop your self pity, eh? But look your foot can't be as bad as my back," Derek said and moved around to show his back to her. He lifted up his shirt and pointed to the place where the doorknob hit him.

"Ouch, Derek that looks so bad, It's like this purplish blue color," Casey's face looked grossed out as she crawled forward to touch it.

"Ouch!" Derek dropped his shirt and moved around on the floor to show her his angered face, "Why did you do that?"

"Derek, it's all hard and stuff. I had to touch it," Casey looked him with eyes full of curiosity. Derek rolled his eyes and spotted the beer on the counter. He grabbed one and popped it open. He held out the can to her and said, "Drink since you touched me."

"No, I don't want to. I already have a headache," Casey fidgeted on the ground and stood up. Derek remained on the ground in front of the door and his hand with the beer followed her as she stood up.

"Drink it," Derek commanded.

Casey looked at him with a plain face, "No." She crossed her arms and then walked over to the door. She put one foot on either side of Derek and put her hands in the place of where the knob would have went, "Will Jason be angry that the doorknob broke?" Casey looked concerned down at her step-brother.

"How will he know it was us? I like this view Casey…" Derek looked up at her boobs with the beer extended up in between them. "Drink this," Derek tried.

"Us?" Casey looked down at him rejecting the beer, "You broke it, Derek. Not me. And you're a pervert, I'm your sister for Christ's sake," Casey smiled, pushed Derek's hand away and then tried to pull the door open. Her foot hurt, but she maneuvered so the other foot got more weight than her hurt foot. The door moved slightly, but with Derek in the way, she couldn't budge it.

"Step- sister, Casey," Derek corrected extending the beer again.

"Derek you have to move if we want to get out of here," Casey looked frustratingly down at him holding the beer.

"Since when did 'we' want to leave the bathroom? I don't want to go. And my head hurts so I don't feel like moving for You. But, here try this," Derek offered the beer again.

"I don't want to be in here with You, and you know you want to find a hot little barbie to play with. Derek, you don't want to be stuck in the bathroom with your stepsister," Casey reasoned with Derek.

"One thing I want is for you to stop bossing me around and telling me what I want. Right now, I want Spacey Keener McDonald to try some alcohol." Derek smiled with frustration, trying to excite Casey's inner-rage.

"No." Casey backed away from Derek and sat on the toilet again.

"You can't just forget our agreement. I said I would drive you guys and you must drank," Derek reminded her.

"You just can't be nice, can you? Anyway, I am not going home with you," Casey lied.

"Who are you going home with then? Emily? She's too busy licking Sheldon right now Case, if you haven't noticed. Oh and I was wondering, would you like a beverage my dear?" Derek talked in a British accent holding the beer to her again.

"First of all Shemily… gross. And I am walking home as soon as you remove yourself from in front of the door. I'm out of here," Casey put her head in her hands and looked at the ground.

"Well, you have to drink one beer. I drove you here. Wait, no you have to drink a two cans because I drove Emily here too," He showed her the beer, "Hurry up and drink it before it gets too warm. It's gross when it's warm."

Casey looked at the can, and remembered the condition. She knew that Derek was taking advantage of her and making her drink a whole can because of Emily, but she stood up and hobbled over to Derek who was still sitting down. She grabbed the beer and cast an evil eye at him before she chugged the entire drink. Derek was first amazed and then started laughing at her. Her face twisted with each sip of the cheap alcohol and her eyes started to water. When she was done, she slammed the can down on the counter. Then she got really close to Derek's face. She crouched down revealing her underwear a little bit, but he wasn't looking at that. She held eye contact with him and smirked, "I did it, bastard." Then she let out the loudest and smelliest burp she could muster. His face scowled at the foul smell, then he smiled. She was confused, "What? Why are you smiling?"

He just laughed, and then looked at her underwear and started cracking up. She quickly closed her legs not realizing she had been revealing herself.

"Casey, you're awesome for a keener," Derek laughed some more and Casey looked displeased. With each laugh he let out she started to feel lighter and more happy, until she smiled. He finally stood up and backed away from the door.

"You may leave now Princess. It's close to curfew anyway. Plus I know I won't get lucky with this stupid numbers game. Fuck Jason, taking my slut like he owns the place," Derek chuckled and looked at Casey. He smiled at her smile.

" Well, he does own the place, but thanks Derek. I had been having a horrible time. Thanks for cheering me up. I guess. Oh, and so I guess you do know that you always go for sluts…" Casey chuckled and smiled while pushing Derek with a little tease. After he didn't laugh Casey shook off her smile, "Are you going to open the door now?"

"I can only call my women sluts and since you made fun of the women I date, I'll open it, if and only if you drink your second beer…" Derek's eyebrow went up, and he smiled devilishly at her.

"NO, just open the door, stupid-head I mean I drank my share. Emily isn't even our concern anymore," Casey said full of confidence.

"Case, I'm not opening the door until you open that beer," Derek stood in front of the door with his hands folded. Casey wanted to leave, so she picked up the beer, smiled and cracked it open. The smell made her sick, but with her faux- smile, she took a small sip, "I'll nurse it. Happy? Now just open the door, Derek."

Satisfied, he turned around and started fidgeting with the handle. He gave it a hard shove, and it relented revealing the dark hallway. Derek grabbed the last beer and extended to Casey. "Can you just hold onto to this one for me Case?"

Casey took a sip of her beer and held onto Derek's extra beer, "We going in the car now?" Casey said as they both walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway to the steps. On the steps Derek said, "I'll be there in like 2 minutes. Here take the keys, I'll be right there, Space." Derek threw a quick smile at Casey at the end of steps and hurried into the kitchen. With keys in hand, Casey walked out to the car, unlocked the doors and stepped into the passenger's seat. It was cold in the car, and she shivered and finished her beer. "Fuck my coat," she stepped out of the car and quickly ran inside the house. She walked into the living room amazed to see all the hormones. She saw Greg and his red-head on a chair while many other couples were making out on the couch and other chairs. One couple was even groping each other on the floor. Casey rolled her eyes and then closed them as she maneuvered her way around entangled bodies and grabbed her coat. Once she was out of the hormonal minefield, Derek walked up next to her carrying two six packs of cheap beer.

"We have to go now, Casey," He quickly walked past her to the car. She jogged a little to try and catch up with him. She was putting on her coat while running, "Derek!"

"Casey, Get in the car," Derek said. He stashed the beer in the trunk and was getting in the driver's seat.

Casey stood at the door, "You didn't drink right, because if you did, I am not getting in the car."

"Casey that is for later. No worries. I promise," Derek shouted from the inside of the car, "Now get in."

Casey believed and stepped in the car. Derek quickly left the scene; she could tell something was wrong. Derek normally didn't steal. Derek normally wasn't so on edge unless something was wrong.

"Derek, what's wrong? Why did you take all that beer?" Casey fastened her seatbelt.

"I hate that fucking numbers game…" Derek smirked and side glanced at Casey as he shifted a gear higher.