A/N: Okay, new chapter! In some of the reviews for the last chapter, some of you seemed bummed out that Derek didn't have any of his dreams/fantasies - they have returned for this chapter. When I wrote chapter five, I had no intention of there being a dream or fantasy - I wanted to have a fantasy-free chapter where Derek was trying to sort out everything. There will be some chapters that are like that, but there will still be fantasies/dreams occurring during the story. Also, appreciate the people that enjoyed the Derek/Marti moment at the end of that chapter - that was actually a last minute, on-the-fly addition I put on before saving and uploading it.
Also want to mention how old you guys really made me feel last chapter - nobody noticed the 'Ghostbusters' quote that Derek said. God, I'm getting old (shakes head and sighs). Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter.
Didn't mention this earlier, but in the LWD timeline, the events of this story are occurring during the end of Season 2/start of Season 3, before Casey and Max got real serious and before Derek and Sally met. So, if things appear to be off in that aspect, forgive me.
Disclaimer: Don't own LWD - otherwise, we would know who Derek and Casey ended with during Season 4. Only one character in this chapter is mine.
Now, on with the show!
(10:45 P.M.)
Derek switched off the TV as the Maple Leafs – Rangers game ended. Truth be known, Derek couldn't even tell you who won (which was very rare for him). He had spent the whole time thinking about what Sam, Ralph, and Marti had told him instead on cheering on his beloved Maple Leafs. He had tried to wrap a logical reason as to why he would be having the thoughts he did about Casey. The sound of the phone ringing snapped him out of his current state of mind.
"McDonald/Venturi residence" Derek mumbled into the phone. Seriously, who called his house this late on a Saturday night?
"Derek." Derek feels his body go rigid at the sound of Casey's voice. He could tell by the sound of Casey's voice that she was on the verge of tears.
"You okay?"
"No. I'm still at the party, but there are a couple of guys harassing me and I can't find Max anywhere. Can you please come get me?" Derek could tell that Casey had now lost her composure and was crying freely.
"Okay, I'm on my way. Where's the party at?"
"On Maple Street. Please hurry Derek" Casey sobbed on the other end of the line.
"I'll be there soon" Derek said before hanging up the phone. Grabbing his keys and his coat, he hurried out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
(11:08 P.M.)
Derek threw the car in park and quickly got out, holding a hockey stick he had left in the car. Derek knew from previous experience that anything could break out at a party. It never hurt to have a little back-up if there was a possibility of the shit hitting the fan. Running into the house, he started to make his way through the crowd of dancing teens. After a moment, he noticed Max standing in a corner with a couple of his football teammates.
"Max!" he yelled out. This got Max's attention. Max started to walk toward him, but Derek immediately grabbed him by the front of his shirt.
"Derek! What the hell?!"
"Where's Casey?" Derek growled.
"She went to the bathroom a while ago. Haven't seen her since. Why?"
"Because she called me crying, saying that some guys were messing with her."
"Oh, don't worry! Monster Mac said he would keep her company!" some drunk guy that overheard the conversation yelled out. Max and Derek both went wide-eyed. Jason MacArthur (aka – Monster Mac), a lineman on the football team over at Thames Secondary School, was notorious for trying to go after girls at parties, whether the girl was willing or not.
"Damn!" Max let out. Derek and Max knew him very well, and both knew that this meant trouble. "I'll look upstairs, Venturi. You see if they are down here or outside anywhere." Max let out. Both teens split up, with Derek searching through the crowd and Max running upstairs. Derek made his way back through the crowd, trying to see if he could spot Casey anywhere. As he made his way outside, he could faintly hear someone screaming. Running around the corner of the house, he saw what was causing the commotion.
"Let go of me, you creep!" he heard Casey's voice yell out, trying to get out of the person's grasp.
"Come on now. You're too pretty to be putting up such a fight." Jason said.
"Max! Someone! Help!"
"Don't worry. My boys have him distracted so that he won't interrupt the fun we're going to have." He said as he tried to lean in and kiss her.
Derek had stood there for a few seconds, but to him, it seemed like an eternity. It was long enough for him to feel a blind rage overtake him.
Casey felt the grip around him release as Jason let out a loud scream. Jason, staggering and holding his neck, turned just in time to see Derek slam the hockey stick right in his face. Holding his face and dropping to his knees, Jason had the unfortunate privilege of Derek striking him again upside the head. As soon he hit the ground, Derek was on top of him, punching and kicking for all it was worth.
"Derek!" Casey let out as she grabbed him. This snapped him out of his blind rage, causing him to focus his attention on her and not on the guy lying down on the ground in pain. Tears were falling freely from her eyes.
"You alright? He didn't…"
She shook her head. "I just want to go home" she sobbed, her body shaking uncontrollably.
"Come on, let's go" he said. As they walked back around the front of the house to Derek's car, Max ran out the front door.
"Casey?! Oh, thank God!" he shouted as he ran off the porch to join Derek and Casey. "Jason, he didn't…"
Casey shook her head. "No. Derek showed up and stopped him."
Max turned to Derek to thank him. It was at that point he noticed the look in Derek's eyes and saw his hands were shaking uncontrollably. "You okay?" Derek didn't say anything, but just shook his head. "Okay, give me your keys." Derek and Casey looked at him confused. "Look, neither of you are in good enough shape to drive. I'll drive you two back home, then I'll have someone come get me so I can come back and get my car, okay?" Neither member of the MacDonald/Venturi household was willing to argue. Derek reached into his pocket and tossed Max the keys to the Prince.
(11:33 P.M.)
The car ride back home had been the most quiet car ride Derek had experienced, minus the occasional sob from Casey or the phone call Max made to one of his friends to come pick him up. As they pulled into the driveway and exited the car, Max stopped Casey.
"Casey, I'm so sorry about what happened. I should've been with you the whole time."
"Max, it's not your fault."
"I should've been more careful. I mean…"
"Max." Casey cut him off. "It's not your fault, okay?" she said, giving a weak grin to try and reassure him. Max just slowly nodded. The sound of a car horn from the end of the driveway interrupted them. Max's friend had arrived. "You be careful when you get back over there, okay."
"Okay Casey, I will." Casey gave Max a quick hug before turning around and walking toward the front door. As Max turned around, he noticed that Derek hadn't moved once he got out of the car. His hands were still shaking violently.
"Derek, man…"
"I could've killed that son of a bitch."
"Hey…"
"I was so fucking pissed when I saw that guy. If Casey, hadn't grabbed me, I swear…"
Max walked over to Derek and put a hand on his shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I shouldn't have taken her to that party."
"It wasn't your fault. You didn't know that asshole and his buddies were going to be there to cause trouble."
Max just let out a sigh. Neither one of them was going to let Max blame himself for this. "Well, anyway, thanks for helping Casey out."
"No problem."
"And of the record, I really wish I had saw you beat the shit out of that sorry bastard."
Derek watched Max walk off and hop into his friend's car. As they pulled off, Derek figured it was best to go inside and get his nerves calmed down. Walking back into the house, he immediately headed up the stairs toward his room. Right before he walked through his door, he paused. Maybe he should check on Casey first before calling it a night. As he opened the door, he saw Casey just sitting there on her bed, staring down at the floor.
"Hey, you okay Princess" he hoped the princess comment would generate a response. Nothing. Against his better judgment, he walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. "Case…"
At that point Casey lost it. She began to cry uncontrollably. Derek hated tears more than anything in the world, but he figured now was not the best time to run out of the room.
"Case, it's…"
"I was…so scared…he…he…wouldn't let me go…and I couldn't find Max…and…and…" Casey let out between sobs.
"Shhh, it's okay" Derek said, placing a hand on her back. Comforting wasn't really his thing, but he really didn't want to wake up anybody else in the house right now.
Before Derek knew it, Casey flung her arms around his neck and was now crying into his jacket. Derek tensed up for a moment – hugs were another thing he just didn't do, especially with Casey. Again, not a typical situation. Derek uneasily wrapped an arm around her. "Thanks Derek, for being there for me."
"Uh, no problem."
Derek continued to stay there, allowing Casey to just let it all out. After several minutes, he noticed that the crying had stopped and that some light snoring was coming from her. Derek tried to get up, but felt the grip around him tighten as he shifted. 'Okay, doesn't look like I'm going anywhere anytime soon' he thought. As he sat there, he felt his eyelids grow heavy as well. 'Looks like Casey's not the only one drained after tonight's events' he thought as his eyelids slowly fell shut.
Derek woke up lying on Casey's bed. 'How the hell, did I…oh, right' he thought as last night's events came back to him. He looked down to notice that Casey still had her arms draped around him. He looked over at the clock. 4:27 A.M. 'Well, guess now is as good a time as any to head on back to my room' he thought as he tried to get up.
Casey's arms immediately tightened around him. He looked down and saw her staring at him, sleep still evident in her eyes. "Please don't go."
"But Case…"
"Please don't" she pleaded. "Stay here with me. Please." Derek noticed the hint of need in her voice. Slowly, he laid back down on the bed.
"Case…"
"Derek, promise me you won't ever leave me" she whispered. All Derek could do was stare into her eyes for what seemed like an eternity for he could say anything.
"I won't Casey" he said. Leaning in slowly, he placed his lips on Casey's. He was pretty sure she would scream at him, slap him, call him a freak, or a combination of the three. Neither one happened as Casey gave in to the kiss. Both teens kissed for several minutes. Derek slowly slid his hands underneath Casey's shirt, rubbing them up and down her back. She had slid her hands underneath his shirt as well, running them across his stomach and chest. Before he could even register what was happening, Casey had removed his jacket and shirt. He started to remove her shirt as well. Before they went any farther, he stopped.
"Case…are you sure? I mean…this is me and…?"
Casey nodded her head. "I love you, Derek." Derek paused, blinking his eyes in shock. Did he just hear her right? "I know that you don't feel the same, but…"
Derek instantly pressed his finger to her lips. "That's not true. Contrary to popular believe, I don't hate you."
"But…"
"I love you too, Casey. More than you could ever imagine." He said before capturing her lips again in another kiss.
Several minutes later, both teens had stripped off whatever clothes were remaining and were intertwined in each other. There was no ravishing of certain body parts, no swearing, no rushing the moment – Derek wanted to enjoy this as much as possible. The way her skin felt against his, how her hair felt as he ran his hands through it, how their bodies moved in rhythm, how the sounds of her moans sent shivers down his spine – there were no words to describe it. The act itself felt better to him than it had with any other girl. Better than good, better than great – with Casey, it was divine. After what seemed like an eternity to both of them, they could feel their bodies nearing climax.
"Derek" Casey let out in a loud moan.
"Casey" Derek grunted.
Both teens moaned loudly as waves of pleasure ripped through their bodies. Derek collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily. After he finally caught his breath, he propped himself up so that he could look into Casey's eyes again. Placing a hand on her cheek, he leaned in for another passionate kiss. As he did so, one thought was going through his mind: 'This must be what heaven is like.'
Derek's body jerked involuntarily as his eyes snapped open. How long had he been asleep? He looked over at the alarm clock. 5:28 A.M. 'Crap' he though as he stared at the green numbers etched on them. It was then that he noticed he wasn't in his room. 'Hmm, so I did fall asleep in here. So, I'm guessing…' Sure enough, he looked down to notice that Casey (fully clothed) was lying next to him (also still fully clothed), her arms wrapped around his. As he started to get up, he felt Casey's hand grip the sleeve of his jacket. Noticing this, he figured it was best to abandon the jacket so that he wouldn't wake her up. As he slipped his free arm out of the coat, he noticed the chill in the room. As he slipped his other arm free, he took his jacket and placed it over Casey as best he could. After doing so, he watched as she snuggled into the jacket, pulling it tighter around her.
As Derek got up and walked out of Casey's room and into his, he couldn't help but think about everything that had been happening. Why was he dead set on trying to kill Jason? Sure, he would understand roughing him up, but what Derek did would be considered criminal. Why did he let Casey hug him and cry all over him? Hugging and tears were two things he just didn't do – period. Why did he have that dream just then? The other dreams and fantasies were just raw, sexual desire. This one had was, in a way, more romantic; more, more,…
Just before he flopped down on his bed, Derek's body went rigid. A piece from the dream was suddenly flashing through his head…
"I love you, Derek."
"I love you too, Casey. More than you could ever imagine."
Derek immediately grabbed his cell phone and quickly punched in a number. After several rings, he heard some groaning and coughing on the other end of the line.
"Hello" an angry, sleepy voice said on the other end.
"Sam, it's me, Derek." The nervousness in his voice was very evident.
Derek heard a sigh on the other end. "And…"
"Look man, I've got a problem."
Another sigh. "Ugh…and…"
"No, I mean I've got a big fucking problem."
"AAAAAAND!!!..." Derek could notice the anger in his friend's voice.
"I think you and Ralph were right about what you said earlier. I think I'm in love with Casey."
There was a prolonged silence before Sam spoke again. "Oh…okay…that's a new one…"
A/N: Holy crap! Derek finally realized what Sam, Ralph, and Marti knew all along! :D What will are hero do now? Who will he turn to? Do other people know? And what about Casey?
Guess you'll just have to keep reading and reviewing to find out.
The whole "Derek carrying a hockey stick and beating somebody's ass with it" was loosely inspired by a real-life event where some guys tried to start some shit with my brother and my cousin at a party way back when. I say loosely inspired because the guys turned into a bunch of scared bitches when my brother pulled out the baseball bat, so he didn't get to beat them within an inch of their lives like Derek does to Jason in this story.
'Til next time, keep classy and stay safe.
- the OD