A/N: Finally...I got this one to come together. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed this fic so far. So, without further ado, here's chapter 3.

Just a heads up to my devoted readers, I will be out of town later in the week to help my mother-in-law move to Kentucky, so I don't know when my next updates will be for "Mind Games" or "Whose Line Is It Anyway: Life With Derek Edition". If I don't have anything up by Wednesday, I will have something by the start of next week. Hope you will understand and give me patience.

Disclaimer: Don't own Life With Derek...judging from my fics, if I did, it wouldn't be on Disney because of content issues.

Now, on with the show!

(11 PM – Friday night)

'Hmmm, a couple of lights are on. I wonder if Dad and Nora waited up for me.' Derek wondered as he pulled into the driveway and threw the Prince into park. Getting out of the car, he stretched his arms and legs out, trying to loosen out the excess tension. A cold breeze whipping through the night air told him it was time to head inside.

Derek eased the front door open, glancing around to see if anyone was in the living room. He didn't see anyone in the living room, but noticed that lights were on in the living room, dining room, and kitchen. The sound of the TV also filled the otherwise silent room. Derek slid his leather jacket off, tossed it onto the coat rack, and made his way to his prized recliner.

'Well, tonight didn't do exactly what I had hoped it would.' he thought as he rubbed his temples and held his eyes closed. Dinner with Tanya went the way he expected. He could sense during the meal that Tanya would end up putting out that night if he played his cards right ('Well, she does have a reputation of being a slut', he remembered thinking to himself). During the movie, they got so distracted by kissing and groping each other that all interest in the movie was lost. The date, as Derek predicted, ended in a rather intense session in a private part of town in the back of the Prince. At first, he had relished having Tanya throwing herself at him. They had practically ripped each other's clothes off and ravished each other. As they got into it, however, Derek's mind started playing tricks on him again. He soon found himself longing for Casey, wishing it was her and not Tanya he was having his way with. At one point, he swore that he saw Casey there in front of him instead of Tanya, screaming out his name in passion as he thrusted in and out of her.

'I'm starting to think that I need professional help.' He finally opened his eyes and looked at what was on the TV. Ballet. "Ugh. Screw this garbage. I guess I'll watch a little bit of the Flames-Canucks game before I call it a night" he muttered to himself as he grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

"Hey! I was watching that!" Derek bemoaned his bad luck as he turned his chair to the side so that he could see Casey, clad in her usual pink designed pajamas, standing behind the couch.

"Isn't it past your bedtime, Princess?" he asked with a smirk.

"Shouldn't you be getting a STD test after your date with Tanya? And don't call me Princess – I hate that." Casey said as she walked over to him. Derek noticed the sparkle in her eyes – that sparkle she got when she got angry at someone (which, 99 percent of the time, was him). He hated that sparkle in her eyes because it made her look even more beautiful.

"Ouch. Your words wound me." He replied sarcastically.

"Boo-hoo. Now give me the remote." she said as she reached for the remote.

"Nope." He said as he snatched it away from her reach.

"Der-ek!" she whined.

"Ca-sey!" he whined mockingly.

"Fine, we'll flip for it."

"Huh?"

"We'll flip a coin for it. You got one?" Derek reached into his pocket and grabbed a quarter.

"Heads or tails, Space Case?"

"Ummm….tails."

Derek tossed the coin into the air. It landed in the palm of his right hand. Quickly, he slapped the palm of his right hand over the top of his left hand. Removing his hands, he watched Casey's lips roll out. "Heads…looks like I win."

"Fine." She snapped. Grabbing a book off the coffee table, she flopped down on the couch. For several minutes, they just sat there in silence – Derek watching his hockey game and Casey reading her book. After a while, Casey glanced up from her book to notice that Derek wasn't paying attention to the game at all. He was looking down at his feet and rubbing his right hand against his temple. "You okay?"

"Hmm?" Derek murmured as he was snapped out of his thoughts.

"I asked if you were okay. You looked like you were out of it, plus there was that little episode in English class." Casey said, with a hint of concern in her voice. Derek hated that hint of concern in her voice. Casey + concern = discussions about f-f-f-feelings about 99.999 percent of the time.

'Well, I can't tell her what's really bothering me…you know, "Hey Casey, I think you're so beautiful and sexy that I want to fuck your brains out right here and now!" She hates me enough as it is.' Derek let out a sigh. "Coach has just been riding my ass more than usually this season - wants me to get my grades up. He even threatened to make me sit out the season opener against Michael Power/St. Joseph's. As many scouts would be at that game, it would kill me if I didn't play."

"Oh. Okay." was the only reply he got. Derek was glad that she bought it. It all wasn't entirely false – his coach did threaten to bench him for that game. Michael Power/St. Joseph's was one of the best teams all of Ontario. Everyone knew that college and pro scouts would be at a game involving this team. For Derek, it would give him a chance to shine on a grand stage and increase the likelihood of making it to the pros. Again, it was a legitimate worry, but for Derek, it paled in comparison to the "lusting over Casey" issue that he was dealing with.

Derek was brought back to reality by Casey again. "Maybe your coach is on to something. I mean, hockey won't be there for you forever."

"Great…leave it to you to try and make me think about grades." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Trust me, if you put as much effort into school as you did pranking me, your coach wouldn't be riding your ass, as you so eloquently put it." Hearing Casey say that last little bit actually made Derek laugh, since it was so out of character for her. This was one of the very, very, rare moments where he and Casey managed to get along. As soon as the laughter died down, both teens went back to their respective activities. 15 minutes later, Derek started to feel his eyelids getting heavy. He grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

"Well, Space Case, I think I'm gonna…" Derek didn't finish, as he heard the sound of light snoring coming from the couch. He looked over and saw that Casey had fallen asleep. He got up and walked over to the kitchen, switching off the light. He did the same thing as he walked through the dining room. He went to turn off the lamp beside the couch, but stopped himself as he noticed how it illuminated her face. 'Hmmm…she looks like an angel like that.' Withdrawing his hand from the lamp switch, he grabbed the blanket on the back of the couch and spread it out over her sleeping form. Before he could even stop himself, he leaned down and placed a light kiss on top of Casey's head. "Good night, Space Case" Derek whispered. His brain finally registered what he was thinking. 'Okay, time to get out of here.' he thought as he ran up the stairs to his room.

Physically and mentally, Derek was done for the day. Stripping of the shirt and jean he wore on his date, he crawled underneath the covers and closed his eyes. Hopefully, sleep would bring him the comfort that he desperately sought and would wipe away the events of today – the fantasies, the bathroom freak-out session, his revelation about Casey's private time, and the date with Tanya.

Derek cracked his eyes open. He found himself lying in a hospital bed.

"What the hell?" he muttered to himself as he looked around the room. 'Typical hospital – white walls, white sheets, dim lights, paper thin gowns for the patients…' It was at that point, he heard the sound of the doorknob turning. He looked over to see that the door to his room was being opened slowly. Due to the lighting, it was still dark in that area of the room, meaning he couldn't recognize the person entering. "Who's there?" he asked, with a hint of nervousness in his voice. Hospitals tended to creep him out.

"Well, it's good to see our patient is awake finally." Derek felt every muscle in his body tense up at the voice. He could hear the seductive tone in it, practically sense the smile on the person's face, and – in an all-too-familiar occurrence for him – could recognize the person the voice belonged to.

"C-C-Casey?" he managed to get out.

"Hello, Derek." She greeted, walking into the room. As she walked into the light, Derek realized he was right about her smiling. She had a big, wide, toothy smile on her face – the same kind she got when she was happy or giddy about something. Derek also couldn't help but notice the clothing she was decked out in – white hat, white coat, white skirt. Traditional "nurse's fantasy" gear. "So, what seems to be the problem?" she asked him, leaning down beside Derek. This exposed a large of cleavage to the stunned teen in the bed.

"P-pr-problem?" he stuttered, trying very hard (but failing miserably) not to stare at the cleavage being shown to him.

"Of course, silly" she giggled. "I mean, you are in the hospital."

"Um…I have no idea why I'm here."

"Well then, I guess we will have to treat you for everything. Just to be safe."

"I'm no expert, but isn't it dangerous to treat people for something they don't have?"

Casey smiled. Derek felt the shivers run up and down his spine. "Not with the medicine I have prepared for you." With that she grabbed the hat off of the top of her head and tossed it to the side. Slowly, she undid the buttons on her jacket and slid it off.

"What the hell are you doing Case?!" Derek spat out. Casey responding by tugging downward on the skirt she was wearing, shimmying her hips as she tried to pull it down. Eventually, she succeeded and let the garment drop to the floor. Derek felt his jaw drop as he started at Casey. Her tanned skin, glowing smile, and the red bra and panties she was wearing were a sharp contrast to the room around them. She then climbed up into the bed with Derek, sitting in his lap. Without giving him much time to think about much else, she leaned down and kissed him.

Whatever logic or reason Derek could come up with for not doing this disappeared when Casey's lips connected to his. For a couple of minutes, they remained there kissing, their tongues battling for dominance. Derek reached his arms around her back, slowly rubbing them up her spine so that he could relish the feel of her skin. When he reached the clasp of her bra, on pure animal instinct, he undid it and pulled it off of her. The sight of her perfect breasts staring back at him was just too much to take. On impulse, he leaned forward and captured one nipple in her mouth and, with his right hand, found its way to her other breast. The sounds of the moans escaping her lips were enough to make him throw her down and take her right there. However, he decided against that course of action – he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he would.

"D-Derek" she moaned. He kept providing attention to the soft globes of flesh in front of him until she finally leaned away from him, panting heavily. Derek gave a look of disappointment until he felt her hand reach out and grab the hospital gown he was wearing. "My turn." She whispered in a feral tone just before she ripped the gown off of him with one hard pull. He felt himself about to say something, but was cut off again by her lips crashing into his. Breaking the kiss, she then began to move down his body, planting kisses and even licking his nipples for a short time. She quickly found herself bored with his upper body, however, and impatiently snatched the blankets away from his lower body to reveal the aching hard on beneath. She took it into her hand and stroked it gently. Derek let out a light groan and jerked his hips forward involuntarily. A sly smile graced her face as a thought entered into her head.

Derek's eyes snapped open in shock as he felt Casey take him into her mouth. The feel of her tongue swirling around the base of his head was incredible; the warmth of her mouth was nearly enough to make him lose it right there. "Oh God…Casey…" he let out in a ragged tone. Managing to open his eyes, he took in the sight of Casey, her head bobbing up and down as her lips slid effortlessly along his shaft. Unable to contain himself anymore, Derek let out a loud groan as he came. Casey refused to stop, continuing her actions until she knew he was finished. He could feel the muscles in her throat contracting as she swallowed. When she was finally finished, she leaned back, wiping away a drop of excess cum that was on her lips.

Having finally lost all control, Derek grabbed Casey by her hips and flipped her over onto the bed. She bent her legs as he hooked the sides of her panties and pulled them down. As he finished pulling them off and tossed them to the side, he was mesmerized by the sight of her, completely shaven. Not wanting to wait any longer, he knelt between her legs and ran his hands up her legs up to her toned stomach. Leaning into her, his lips and tongue glided along her entrance. He could feel Casey squirming as his tongue made repeated contact with her.

"Derek…please…" Casey begged. He ran his tongue over her clit, massaging and lashing at it. As he continued to do so, he took two of his fingers and slowly pushed them inside of her. The pace that his fingers moved was slow and tortuous at first, but they soon began to increase at a faster rhythm. Casey began to moan and shout loudly as Derek continued his lustful assault with his tongue and fingers. "Derek…I…I…" she let out as her hips rolled and bucked off of the bed, trying to force herself closer to Derek and his touch. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it harshly. Finally, Casey let out a loud scream as an orgasm racked her body, causing her body to shake uncontrollably. Derek lapped at the wetness that escaped from inside of her. Once her body relaxed again, she collapsed on the bed. She remained there for a while, trying to catch her breath and recovering from the experience. Derek sat down on the bed next to her, taking in the sight of her. Her face was flushed, her lips were swollen, and her chest heaved with each deep breath she took in. Casey looked down and noticed his erection had returned with full force. She sat back up and, after a brief series of short kisses, pushed him back onto the bed.

"Casey, please. I need you so badly." Derek begged as she straddled him.

"I know. I need you too." she replied in a husky tone as she inched herself onto him.

Derek let out a loud grunt as she eased down further on him. 'How could anything feel this good?' he wondered as he finally slid all the way inside of her. That thought was immediately dispelled when she slowly started to rock her hips back and forth. Derek's hands found the soft flesh of her firm ass as she quickened the pace of her gyrations. This caused him to start thrusting as well, trying to keep pace with her movements.

"Fuck! You feel so incredible!" he yelled out.

"Don't stop! Oh…oh, yes!" she let out.

After a couple more minutes, Casey threw her head back, screaming his name as another orgasm spread through her body. The feeling of her spasms was enough to send Derek over the edge as well. He yelled out her name as she continued to gyrate against him. As he continued to shout his name, a blinding white light enveloped everything in the room…

Derek opened his eyes slowly and looked around the room, squinting. The sight was familiar but disappointing to him – he was back in his bedroom. No Casey, no nurse outfit, and a mess of cum in his boxers.

'Hell of a way to start the day' he thought to himself. That dream was beyond words – it had felt so real to him. The thought of it gave him goose bumps – the sight of her naked body, the feel of her skin against his, the sound of her screaming his name. He could swear that he could still hear it.

"Derek?"

"Shit" he muttered to himself. Casey was actually calling out his name. Out in the hallway, Casey was staring curiously at his bedroom door.

"Derek, are you okay? I heard you yell…" she said.

"Fuck" he let out beneath his breath. Did he actually yell out her name? "Yeah, I'm fine, Space Case. I…I just stepped on a broken CD case."

Casey bit her lip nervously. "O-okay. Mom wanted me to let you know that breakfast is ready."

"I'll be down in a few minutes." He answered. He listened to her footsteps as they moved away from his room. He let out a long sigh. 'I'm being punished - aren't I, God?!'

Casey, meanwhile, wore a confused look on her face as she headed for the stairs. "I could've sworn…was Derek screaming my name?" she asked to herself.

(cue the dramatic cliffhanger music) So, what do you think about that?

Also, a lot of ya'll probably think I'm a sadist because I'm putting Derek through hell right now in this story. I had one review wanting Derek to just give in to the temptation already.

Keep those review coming - otherwise I won't know when I'm screwing up.
- the OD