"A Past That Can't Be Buried"

A/N: Okay, so I figured since I'm going to try my hardest not to come online since I need to study. I'll combine the next two chapters since they cover the same events but in both Casey & Derek's perspective. Don't forget to review, comment & please enjoy! I hope you all enjoy this next part.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or Life with Derek (they belong to their respective owners).

Summary: It's been 8 years since Casey escaped Manticore and is now in loads of trouble when she's left home alone with Derek.

Chapter 4:

Casey's POV

It's been 3 years since I moved in with the Venturis and it was better than expected. I'm 18 and going to Queen's at the end of the summer and I had no problems from Manticore. The one problem that I was worried about was avoided every time with the family going on a vacation, and Derek off to sports camp for the whole month. The Venturis had no clue of my history except for my need for tryptophan and my lack of doctor visits (that alone would be risky). It was perfect yet difficult at times to hide my true feelings about the situation but then again Manticore did have us suppress our true feelings and to show no pain or emotion when we were there.

It was the middle of August and the family was gone. I was just expecting to go into heat any day now, maybe a week tops. As always, I took the hidden bottle of alcohol out of its spot in the kitchen and poured a glass. Technically, I'm not legal yet but it wouldn't do anything to me. With my fast metabolism, the alcohol would have no effect on me even if I drank the same amount a normal girl would drink and pass out. I only feel a slight buzz. I found that it somewhat died the raging hormones down when I was in heat, made them less intense. Luckily in the past I didn't do anything that I would regret.

This time felt different, I felt like someone was in the house with me. A sudden slam occurred followed by a creaking noise. The next thing I heard was someone turning on the television and calling my name.

"Casey? You in the kitchen?" I suddenly froze in place before I turned to face the living room. Oh no!

"Derek? What the hell are you doing here?" I walked into the living room yelling and forgetting my drink in my hand.

"I came home early. I figure I should hang around the house before I head off to Queens in a few weeks. Why did you…" Derek froze as he turned around and just stared at me. I wasn't paying attention at what got his attention, but I was trying to stay calm. Why is he staring at me like that?

"Casey…are you drinking?" Crap! I looked down to the half empty glass and took a swig.

"Yeah? And your point?" I just looked at my glass, trying to avoid eye contact.

"My point? Are you serious? You're drinking! Of all people, I'm shocked." Derek smirked yet he wouldn't take his eyes off me and was slowly heading towards me. I took another swig.

"Casey, give me the glass." Derek said softly as his hand was outstretched to take the glass from me.

"No! I need it." I refused, drank the last of the alcohol and turned to walk away to go refill the glass. With my attempt to seem drunk, I tripped from the rug. The next thing I knew (before my own reflexes kicked in), Derek grabbed both my arms before I fell and he yanked me up straight with me landing in his arms. I looked straight into his chest (he was taller after all) before looking into his chocolate brown eyes and started to panic. Oh no! This can't be happening!

"Casey? Are you ok? You seem kind of warm." Derek was now concerned. My body temperature was rising higher than usual. Oh crap!

"Derek, let go of me!" I got free of Derek's grasp and ran upstairs to my room as fast as humanly possible. "Stay away from me Derek!"

"Casey!" I heard Derek scream my name before I shut the door behind me. I'm screwed.

Derek's POV

I'm glad I'm finally home, and its only 4pm. It feels so good to be home again. It was a great idea that I didn't tell Dad and Nora of the shortened camp dates. Now I can just stay at home alone……with Casey. I still hadn't gotten use to Casey living with me for the past 3 years but I do hide my feelings real good. It was tough but whatever, once we are at Queens, it'll be easier to avoid her and I could move on from this crazy mess. Do I still want to? I unlocked the front door, placed my gear on the floor and headed for my recliner chair and turned the television on. I saw a flicker of light reflecting off the television screen from the kitchen. I guess Casey was down here.

"Casey? You in the kitchen?" I shouted from my chair. Please say yes.

"Derek? What the hell are you doing here?" Casey yelled back as I saw her reflection on the television screen.

"I came home early. I figure I should hang around the house before I head off to Queens in a few weeks. Why did you…" I turned around to face her as I talked but I froze. It's been a month since I saw Casey last before leaving. Wow, she's more beautiful than I remember. Casey was wearing a pair of black short shorts with a very tight blue tank top with her long hair neatly tousled around. I've never seen so much of Casey's skin before. I then noticed the half empty glass in her hand and realized what it was. What is she doing?

"Casey…are you drinking?" I was shocked, I never expected Casey to be drinking. She had reacted as if she wasn't expecting to get caught. That's not like Casey……

"Yeah? And your point?" I stared at Casey as she took another swig as she avoided looking at me.

"My point? Are you serious? You're drinking! Of all people, I'm shocked." I smirked as to what I said after freaking out a bit yet I couldn't stop looking at her, she didn't really look drunk. She took another swig as if I never said anything. This isn't like Casey…

"Casey, give me the glass." I said softly as my hand was outstretched to take the glass from her.

"No! I need it." Casey refused, and she drank the last of the alcohol before turning away.

The next thing I see was Casey about to fall down and I instantly grabbed both her arms and yanked her upright and she was now in my arms. This was the most physical contact I've ever had with Casey. I avoided all types of contact with her, to show that I didn't care which wasn't true. It was weird. Having Casey in my arms felt comfortable, it felt safe, it felt normal, it felt……right. I was looking down at her to see how she would react to this and saw that she was still looking at my chest. What was she thinking? Casey then looked up at me and I saw her perfect hazel green eyes up close for the first time, and I instantly knew that something was wrong.

"Casey? Are you ok? You seem kind of warm." Casey was hot, appearance wise and literally like she had a fever. I was worried now because Casey never got sick.

"Derek, let go of me!" Casey wiggled in my arms so fast that before I knew it, she was free. I was still in shock before I realized she ran upstairs to her room. "Stay away from me Derek!" What did I do?

"Casey!" I shouted at her before I too ran upstairs after her, now really worried that something's wrong. I heard her shut her door before I reached the 2nd floor. What just happened?

A/N: Has Derek caught on yet? What's Casey going to do now?

Just in case you didn't watch Dark Angel, a female X5 going into heat is like her body demanding for some sexual attention and they experience more hormones than usual. I should also point out that, it is unlikely for an X5 to catch anything during sexual intercourse (their immune systems can fight off infections from the common cold to biohazardous weapons) or to get pregnant for that matter when with a human (another story if two X5s hook up). Sorry if that was awkward, (needed to clear some stuff about "going into heat")

Hope you enjoyed reading and stay tune for more! Definitely more "Dasey" coming very soon.