Derek leaned his forehead against the bathroom door and waited. The longer he waited, the more anxious he got. Checking his watch, he noticed that seven minutes had past. Plenty of time for Casey to piss and know the results. He was hesitant to interrupt her but what if she was in shock? He could stand outside the door all night and never know.

He rapped on the door with his knuckle and waited for an answer. Nothing. Derek once again knocked but added a questioning voice to it. "Casey?"

He still failed to get a response. Turning the brass knob, he was relieved to note it unlocked. Stepping inside with caution, he peeked around the corner and saw Casey sitting on the floor infront of the sink. She had her head on her knees with her arms wrapped tight around them. Derek was suprised when she spoke.

"I can't look." Her voice was muffled but at least she was aware of what was going on. Her rocking motion indicated a comfort that she desperately needed.

Without a word, Derek rushed over to the test and picked it up. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and focusing his gaze upon the elephant in the room. The word was so clear that the wind knocked out of his chest. He had to stay calm. It was evident that Casey was about to loose it any second and he was the only one left to keep a handle on things.

It made a loud clank as it hit the trash can. Derek knelt beside Casey and they sat in silence. Neither one of them made a move to speak. After nearly a minute, she bolted her head up, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why arn't you saying anything?" she muttered through her tears.

"It's positive, Case." His voice was low. There was no way for him to deliver the news gently.

Casey did the one thing he hadn't anticipated. It had been so long since she willingly touched him but her head rested beneath his chin, her legs laying on his own, as she cried into his chest. He rocked her like he had so many times before while holding her head in his right hand.

"It's gonna be alright, Spacey." What else was he suppose to say?

"How can you say that? My life is over! Why is this happening to me? What have I ever done to deserve this...and everything that has happened to me the last few months?"

Derek didn't answer her. Casey was right. She didn't deserve everything that had happened to her. Everything that he had done to her...and now this.

Her sobs subsided a little; her grip loosened a fraction but still neither of them moved.

"Casey?"

"Hmmm?"

Derek wasn't sure if he should ask. The timing sucked but he would drive himself crazy if he didn't know.

"Is it mine?"

Casey lifted her head and turned a glistening blue gaze on him. She didn't look angry at his question, but the hurt in her expression was undeniable. "Why would you ask me that?"

Derek squeezed the bridge of his nose but continued rubbing a thumb on her bare knee. "You've been seeing Truman for almost two months. I just want to know."

"You think I would sleep with him?"

Derek looked at her with a softened frown. He placed his palms on either side of her face and placed a kiss on the tip of her reddened nose.

"Of course I don't but it has been at the back of my mind. I had to ask, Casey. I'm sorry."

She sniffled. "It's okay. I understand why you would think that. I do try to shove him in you're face a lot."

Derek opened his mouth in amazement at what she just admitted but he closed his quickly and let out a bark of laughter. "Nice to know you still care enough to do that."

Her chin began to tremble as she once again placed herself within his hold. They sat like that without moving. Time ticked on. Time that neither of them wanted to keep moving. And to make matters worse, Nora slipped into the bathroom and found Casey in Derek's grasp. She looked at them in awe, wondering what could be so bad that arch nemesies were offering one another comfort.

"What's going on in here? Everyone thinks you two fell off the planet."

"I wish," Derek huffed. He looked up at his step-mother who had her hands planted firmly on her waist, waiting for answers. An answer that she was not going to like. Silently, Derek pointed a thumb to the trash can and as Nora moved closer, Casey's grip tightened. She was squeezing and shaking so much that he was positive he was about to break in half.

Nora reached into the waste basket and immediately found the culprit. It's clear words shooting her like a bullet. She dropped it back into the trash and fell beside them. Literally fell. She didn't take the time to use her knees and lower herself to the floor.

"How...how could you let this happen, Casey?" she put a hand onto her head and shook it violetely trying to make sense on how her poster child was a pregnant teen. "I've always talked to you about being careful and the proper use of contraception. I...I didn't even know you and Truman were having sex."

Casey remained ingrained within her shell, also known as Derek's chest. She burrowed deeper. Derek put his entire arm over her head, willing her body to stop shaking. If this was how she felt self, then so be it. But it was obvious that Nora would get no answers from Casey. Derek was going to have to be the one to tell her.

"She's not."

"Derek," Casey sobbed his name. It was a silent plea to keep quiet.

"She's gotta fine out, Case. If it's not now, it will just be another time. More time for you worry about it."

"What's going on? What arn't you two telling me?"

"She's not sleeping with Truman, Nora."

"So you're telling me that my responsible daughter had sex with someone she's not dating?"

"Umm, not really."

"Well..." she willed Derek to continue with impatience.

"Mmm, the baby...it's mine," he said barely above a whisper.

"What was that. I didn't catch it."

"The baby is mine."

Nora's face paled in bemusement. It was evident that the answer handn't fully registered in her mind. And when it did, she cried. More tears was not something Derek wanted but atleast she hadn't ripped his balls off yet.

And then she did the most obsurd, bizzar, and craziest thing Derek hadn't wagered on. Nora leaned into them both and hugged tight. Casey came out of her shell and wrapped one arm around her mother while the other was still clutching him tight.

"I'm sorry, Mommy!," Casey wailed.

"Shhhh. Accidents happen."

And then Derek felt the need for comfort too. He scooted forward and welcomed the tight hold as all three of them rocked back and forth, tears flowing onto the cold tile.

That was how George, Edwin, and Lizzie, found them shortly after.