Actually, this chapter's a lot shorter... But I wrote it in like two days, so it's pretty good... Still 8ish pages... Oddly enough, I was getting tired when Casey was writing about falling asleep. Talking, I mean. See, now I'm losing it. Math final in a couple hours, I think... Ugh. Kill me now. I haven't studied. I am so screwed. I don't own LWD. I mean, hello, don't even have our own category yet. Sigh.

Okay, the French might be off... And I mean, I'm making a blatant reference to the Libelles, so I've really lost it (We have a paper due on the French Rev today. Yeah. Yikes. I finished, though... Half lost my mind, but still). Oh, and on a happy note, I rented Cruel Intentions. ;) Oh, all the pop culture references? Don't own any of those things... Well, I have copies of Anna K. and Moulin Rouge... Oh, and "tolchok" means to hit... in Nadsat.

"She's going to bed, not on a date."

Derek didn't answer my question... I can't blame him. I mean, it must be embarrassing. Whatever happened with them. I guess they had a fight or something... Which is completely strange, of course, as she was coming on to him like jam on bread. Did that make any sense?

I don't think Derek's the type who would turn down a girl like Cousin Vicky. Derek wouldn't turn down any pretty girl. So it must be something with Vicky. Oh, good! That means she's more moral than I thought... Derek probably tried to get further with her than she was comfortable with... Go Vicky! I have a newfound respect for my cousin.

Derek looked over to me... Where we always this close? I don't like it when he gets this close to me... It sort of, okay, so it totally, completely, utterly FREAKS me out. Especially if he's looking at me the way he is now, which is, I don't know, sort of hard to explain. It's kind of angry, kind of desperate... Frustrated, yeah, that's the word! It's the exact same look in his eyes he had when we... you know.

Please tell me he's not going to try for that again. Please, God, I am begging you!

"Oh, screw it!" Derek snapped, stopping abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk and pulling me with him. Why did I link arms with this moron again? Why is he stopping? He's going to try... to do it... again. Isn't he? I gulped nervously. "I kissed you. You can't honestly tell me we're not going to talk about that!"

Uh, more like I wish we're not going to talk about that... But wishes don't come true. Why does he want to talk about it anyways? It's not like it lasted more than a second... I have a boyfriend, and, um, he has... pretty much the entire female population minus Mom, Lizzie, his grandmother, and me... There was no licking, no tongue; it was just a brush... An accident. Does he have a problem with that? I sighed. "It was nothing. Just an accidental brush of the lips. It could've happened to... to anyone!" I declared boldly, a bit louder than intended.

Wow... I didn't know I felt that strongly about it.

And, judging by the look on Derek's face, he didn't either. An unreadable look crossed his face. His brow was furrowed, lips pursed, eyes squinting. He seemed very far off and inaccessible. "It's not the first time something like that's happened," He muttered distractedly.

Oh, no... You did not just point that out, Derek! Of course... Only you would bring up something as low as that. I mean, it is a valid point, but... What am I supposed to say in response to that? Please, someone tell me, I'd love to know!

I cleared my throat nervously. "Just so we're clear... Why did you, um, kiss me?" I mumbled, biting my lip worriedly. I swear, Derek turned about twelve shades paler. Not that I can blame him... This whole thing has got me feeling a little queasy myself... Okay, a lot queasy.

The butterflies in my stomach are having a field day with me and I'm going to throw up. I'm even having a little trouble breathing... It's worse than I thought! Is this, is this what it feels like to have a panic attack? Because it sure feels like it.

Okay, Casey, breathe. In, out, in, out... Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale... You can do this.

Derek, of course, said nothing. Not one word. He started walking again, and I had no choice but to follow. He wasn't even looking at me... which, frankly, is really strange, considering how forward he's been lately. No, not forward. He's just hitting on you to piss you off... Not because he means it! And don't you think any different!

"Why didn't you pull away?" Derek retorted finally, turning to look at me. I gulped nervously. Why didn't you pull away, Casey? Come on, think...

Um, hello... It's sort of obvious, Casey. Not like you had any choice in the matter

"Because, Derek, I was pinned to the wall!" I argued, annoyed with this vein of conversation. Bleh. He nodded, a weird look in his eyes... Like he was unhappy or something, which is completely ridiculous, of course! Derek shrugged.

"Like I said... It's not the first time, and it won't be the last," He muttered under his breath, looking away. You know what? He didn't answer my question. Jerk. He's nuts if he thinks he can get out of this one.

"Why have you been throwing yourself at me lately, Derek?" I questioned with a smirk, wincing at the cockiness in my tone. I sounded like Derek. Derek cocked an eyebrow, looking at me, surprise registering in his eyes. I put my free hand on my hip.

Then Derek grinned and got all up in my face, as if he was going to kiss me again. "You're so irresistible, Casey," He joked, throwing his arm around my neck and giving me a sloppy, wet kiss on the cheek. Ew. I need to be decontaminated from his saliva. Eeew. I'm going to get a disease! Ahhh!

I groaned, wiping the slobber (ew, ew, ew, a thousand times EW) off my face with disdain. I glared at him, and he only smirked cheekily back at me. Punk. "So... What's your favorite book?" Derek asked, hands in his pockets.

Since when do you care, Derek? Why are you even asking? You're acting like you actually want to know your stepsister better... And by know better, I don't mean in the biblical sense, you perverted clown! Yeah, Derek, I know what you're thinking... I can see it from a mile away, perv.

"Anna Karenina. Why?" I answered, feeling curious. Derek nodded, like he had suspected that was my favorite book. What does he know? I mean, really!

Then, grinning widely, he winked (yes, WINKED) at me. "Just wanted to get to know my favorite stepsister a little better is all..." He drawled, looking extremely pleased with himself. Damn him and double entendres... He is the biggest pervert! "Oh, and my favorite book, not that you asked, is..."

Okay, now, this one I know. It's so obvious. "Well, that's just not being fair to Lizzie, now is it?" I rejoined, shaking my head. I paused for a moment before continuing. "Anyways, your favorite book is A Clockwork Orange."

Derek turned to stare at me abruptly, He looked absolutely floored. I smirked at this development. "H-how did you...?" He stuttered, disbelieving.

Please. You make it so obvious. "Well, for one thing, we have the video version, the soundtrack, you own two copies of the book... The British and American editions. And lastly, you threatened to "tolchok" Edwin last week. Aside from that, you can identify with Alex because you, also, are a barbaric pig," I pointed out, stacking my facts up one by one.

Derek's eyes darkened. "Last time I checked, I didn't go about beating and raping people," He snapped icily. Hmm, I must've struck a nerve. How... rare. Usually it's him striking my nerves... Progress, Casey. I fixed him with a "yeah, right" look. We both remembered what had happened in the hallway... before, well... you know.

"Favorite movie?" He inquired nonchalantly, as if he wasn't ready to kill about a minute ago. He was still stiff with repressed rage. Derek, learn to control your emotions.

I mulled it over for a minute. I had never been good about movies. Hmm...

"Moulin Rouge." Derek rolled his eyes.

"Why am I not surprised?" He muttered, smirking. "But hey, at least it's not The Notebook..." He shuddered, as if he had some memory of some stupid girl taking him to the movie. That is a good movie, though... Barbarians like him just can't appreciate it.

Moulin Rouge was a good movie. It had everything... Singing, dancing, love, death, jealousy, good music, color, bright lights, diamonds, Ewan McGregor... Okay, Casey, don't drool. Derek will assume you're drooling over him. Conceited blowhole.

"Yours?" I posed tentatively. Derek's lips curved into the all-too familiar smirk. He looked at me, eyes heavy-lidded, openly roving over my body. He obviously liked what he saw. Or he's just doing that to freak me out... make me lose my cool... Though I couldn't blame him if he did... Then he licked his lips, eyes darker than usual and mischievous.

He leaned in close and whispered it in my ear. I could feel his breath on my skin, his lips only a few millimeters from my earlobe. It made me nervous. The butterflies once again rose up in my stomach. Great, just what I need.

"Cruel Intentions," He uttered hoarsely. I could smell his cologne. Not too shabby, Derek. Then, for some reason, he cleared his throat nervously and backed up. I just nodded obliviously.

"Favorite TV show?" I solicited politely. Derek shrugged, clearly having no idea. I figured it was one of three: sports, porn, or comedy. Wait, this is Derek we're talking about... Duh, the porn.

I rolled my eyes in response to his lack of an answer. I wanted an answer, but I got a question. "Yours?"

That's easy. "Strange Days at Blake Holsey High," I stated quickly. Too bad it's off the air. That one guy... Michael-something-or-other... the one who played Lucas? He was sort of hot... I bet he'd look better without the glasses.

Derek nodded, satisfied. "Yeah, that redhead was hot," He remarked coolly, detached. Can you think about anything besides hot girls, Derek?

Of course not... Thinking requires a brain, something Derek clearly doesn't possess.

"Favorite color?" He asked quickly, glancing over at me. I think he knows the answer to my question.

"Pink." Yeah, maybe it was a little obvious. I didn't return the question, so Derek scowled.

"Mine's green, in case you were wondering," He growled, sounding slightly irritated. Why was he irritated? He has no reason to be. But that's Derek for you... The boy PMSes worse than me! Not that I PMS, of course... I'm too sweet for such things.

We continued on in a somewhat awkward silence for the majority of the walk, that is, until Derek grabbed my arm. "What do you want to do?" He demanded in, surprisingly, a somewhat nice tone. I shrugged.

"I don't know... Order take-out, watch some movies, do homework..." I responded dully. Normal stuff. I was feeling like Chinese. Mm, Chinese. Derek nodded, and we continued walking.

"So, how about I pick a movie, and then you pick a movie. That sound okay?" Derek suggested kindly. Man, I forgot how cold it is here... And I didn't bring my jacket... I should've brought it. I sighed, shivering. Somehow, Derek noticed...

And this is the kicker, the really unbelievable part! He took off his own jacket and helped me into it... Even zipped it up and everything, which is uncharacteristically nice of him. It's so warm, and it smells like Derek. Was the walk home always this long?

I turned to look at Derek, who looked sort of cold and miserable... Naturally, I felt horribly guilty. He'd given me his coat after all... for some bizarre reason. "Thanks... for giving me your jacket. Is there anything I can do for you?" I replied gratefully.

Derek smirked despite the cold, raising his eyebrows and holding out his arms expectantly. What does he have in mind? Stupid, dumb, naïve, idiotic Casey. I can't believe I said anything... I offered. Maybe Derek's not the only one changing here...

He nodded, licking his lips as if he was hungry. Let me tell you, he wasn't hungry for food. "Come over here and warm me up..." His eyes narrowed, as did mine, though only one of us narrowed them from hostility (that would be me). That was no request. It was a direct order, a command, if you will. Not that I had to follow it or anything... but there would surely be consequences if I didn't.

So, dutifully, I headed straight for Derek's arms, trying my best to wrap myself around him for warmth. Even weirder, Derek smiled at me, relaxing a little. I didn't like the feeling of his arms around me, especially since I was with Sam.

We arrived at home after some of what could quite possibly be classified as the longest minutes of my life. I ordered Chinese while Derek wandered around the house, doing miscellaneous things. It was steamed rice and teriaki shrimp with egg drop soup for me, fried rice and steak for Derek. Oh, he was going around, doing party-prep things... You know, moving and securing the valuables, cleaning, picking things up... Getting the movies and some sodas... Changing.

This has to be one of the few times I haven't walked in on him lately. Props, Casey. Speaking of which, I needed to change too. So I headed up to my room, just as the bell rang. It must've been the delivery guy. I yelled at Derek to get it and hurriedly changed into a pair of blue sweats and a silky black spaghetti-strap top... I don't wear this top much... so why now?

It cannot be because of Derek. That's ridiculous... And I'm wearing my bra... my push-up bra. Well, I wore it when I was out with Sam too. So it's not like I'm doing this for Derek... UGH! I need to STOP thinking about him and get downstairs...

I raced downstairs, where Derek had already (to his credit), gotten out sodas, plates, silverware, and our food. He smirked, holding two movies in his hand. Cruel Intentions and Moulin Rouge. Naturally. I'm surprised he remembered. We agreed that we would eat/do homework and then watch the movies.

That being said, I started in on my French. Skimming the text, I frowned, forcing myself to reread it for what seemed like the millionth time. It just wasn't connecting in my brain. This is so frustrating! Speaking of frustrating, Derek, who was currently shoveling rice into his mouth like a madman, peered over my shoulder. I hate it when people do that.

It's so distracting! Not to mention that it's Derek doing it, and, knowing Derek, he's bound to get too close. He always does. He gulped down his rice sloppily, smirking. "Ooh, so you're doing French," He exclaimed, innuendo clear in his tone. He licked his lips... What is up with that! He's been doing that a lot lately!

I nodded, annoyed, going back to my work. Maybe he'll go away if I ignore him.

Oh, who am I kidding! This is Derek we're talking about here! The Unstoppable Derek Venturi. Fat chance of that happening.

"Veux-tu coucher avec moi ce soir?" A bemused Derek "suggested" flirtatiously in a sing-songy tone. Derek's in French too, though he's not in my class. What can I say? It's Canada after all... French here is as natural as hockey and maple leaves...

So, naturally, I understood what he said perfectly. It's the same as saying: "Wanna sleep with me tonight?" in English. And, to make matters worse, it's in the informal "tu" form. I sort of understand that... After all, I am younger than him, but it's still disrespectful. He still thinks I'm some kind of whore or something! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!

"Non, je ne veux pas coucher avec toi! Je ne suis pas de salope!" I thundered back, turning around abruptly, dropping my French text.

Or, in translation: No, I don't want to sleep with you, you idiot! I'm no whore!

Okay, so maybe I added the idiot in there. ...And coucher really means to lie down. Lie with, I suppose.

It means the same thing, after all.

Derek backed away from me a little, clearly worried, as he should be. This time I smirked.

"Je ne dis pas que tu a été une salope... Mais tu vas coucher avec moi. Je suis irrésistible," Derek drawled cockily, grinning. Predictably, I hit him over the head with a pillow.

You see, here's what he said. It makes him come off as an insufferably cocky jerk, but still... Not that that's something new or anything. Translation: "I didn't say that you were a whore... But you will sleep with me. I'm irresistible."

Well, Derek, if no one else does, I'll always resist you. Always. Grumbling under my breath in French expletives, I returned to my work, frustrated, but more productive. I was getting through the problems until I stopped at one, confused.

According to the piece above, what did the Comte d'Artois say to the Queen after allegedly sleeping with her?

I scanned that piece with a shrewd eye, raking it up and down, left and right... I read it fast, I read it slow. I looked far and wide, but it was never mentioned anywhere. Our French teacher was being a little bête when she assigned this piece. You see, it's sort of, um, how can I put this delicately while still remaining a lady and getting the point across...? Uh, well, I might as well say it. It's French porn. I'm not kidding here... The pictures are blurred and everything. It's college-level material. It even says so on the outside.

And it's very graphic and, uh, explicit. Let me tell you... Reading it was painful.

She must've been completely spacing that day. It was a load of crap anyways. Pure libel here, insulting the poor (well, maybe that's the wrong word) queen's virtue like that!

"Je t'aime." My heart stopped and I jumped. I didn't know Derek was that close. When did he get that close? Immediately, I twisted my head to see him so fast I got whiplash. He did not just said what I thought he'd said. He can't have said what I heard him say... I MUST be hallucinating! That's it, the only logical explanation. Logical.

If hallucinating's logical... then I'm really losing my mind.

Over Derek.

Jaw gaping open wide, eyes bulging half out of my head... Essentially looking like a demented chipmunk. Not that Derek really cared. He didn't even laugh (impressively enough). Oddly out of character for him. "Quoi!" I nearly growled, almost grabbing him by the collar. I managed to restrain myself.

Derek, for some reason, rolled his eyes. As if love or like with me was such a stupid thing...

He pointed to the question, poking it several times. "Je t'aime. It's what he told her... I did this yesterday in class," He explained in a tone that, for once, belied no innuendo, only stating facts. Bo-ring. This wasn't Derek. However, I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity, sighing and thanking God that he wasn't serious.

After all... Where would that leave us?

I don't want to think about it.

I sighed and wrote down the answer, and minutes later, we sat on the couch, watching Cruel Intentions. Sitting there, watching the movie, I felt myself begin to become nervous. I scooted as far away from Derek as was humanly possible. You see, I realized something.

The entire basis of the movie was these two stepsiblings who hated each other, yet... Yes, you heard me right. Stepsiblings, like Derek and me. And the stepbrother wanted to bang the stepsister, who was a total slut. Not that I don't like Sarah Michelle Gellar or anything... It was a good role for her, I guess. It helped her grow as an actress, and it was a very empowering female role.

But it got me to thinking... And I wondered if Derek was trying to hint something to me. He kept looking over at me too, during the movie, and smirking wickedly. Looking at me sort of like Kathryn looked at Sebastien. I gulped nervously for seemingly the millionth time all night. Is he thinking like: "Gee, get the message, Case?"

Or maybe that's what he wants me to think...

I'm so confused! I can't read signals!

Especially guy signals. Especially Derek "Jerk-One-Minute-Nice-The-Next" Venturi's signals. That is, if he's even signaling at all... I really, really hope he isn't!

Well, if that's what he's intending, to, er, hit on me, he's missed his mark. Though he's been hitting on me for what seems like ages now... I really shouldn't be surprised anymore. I am not submitting to his dubious charms. Eventually, the movie ended satisfactorily (Derek, on the other hand, hated the ending... understandably), and we turned on Moulin Rouge. It wasn't even halfway through the movie when I started to feel sleepy.

So I leaned over, falling a little on Derek. My brain was thought and oxygen starved. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open; they felt like lead weights. I was full, warm, and satisfied. I wasn't thinking clearly. Before I knew it, I had drifted off.

Maybe Derek's Kathryn and I'm Sebastien... Or is it th-

I was awakened some hours later by a gentle shake. "Casey, psst, Casey, wake up!" I blinked, groggily, looking for the source of the familiar-sounding voice, but whoever it was wasn't on the couch with me. Derek was up and wide-awake, turning the TV off. I blinked dully.

I wanna go back to sleep.

With that weak thought in mind, I closed my eyes once again and buried my face into the pillow. Mm, it smells nice... And it's warm...

But I was once again jolted from my sleep roughly, as a voice demanded for me to move. "Casey! Come on... We need to get you to bed." It was a sort of insistent, bossy voice. I don't like bossy people...

I opened an eye warily, not moving. My thoughts were moving sticky-slow like honey, and I was buried in a fog of confusion. The way I'm telling you this makes it sound like I was more awake than I really was, that I had some, remote idea of what I was doing or what was going on, or that I actually remember some of it. I was so tired...

Sleep deprimivation does that to you... Heehee. I made up a word! Sleep depriv-depry-depruis-dep... I can't spell.

"I don' wanna go 'ta bed," I mumbled into the pillow, snuggling into its warmth. Someone...

Derek! Yeah, Derek groaned and picked me up, carrying me like a bride. He grunted a little under my weight. Why's he bein' so nice to me?

"Why you bein' so nice to me, Sebastien?" I muttered thickly, wiggling in his grip. My eyes were open now, but I wasn't really registering what my squinty eyes saw. Derek blinked at me, confused, but instead shrugged, smiling and placing me on my feet at my doorway, gently pushing me in... But I didn't want to go in.

I rejected this violently, turning back to cling to him. I tiredly buried my face in his shoulder, leaning my full weight on him. He smells nice. He groaned again, staggering a bit. "I don' wanna..."

Derek led us to his room slowly. I blinked at him sleepily as he pushed open the door. I shot him a confused look, so he decided to explain. Of course, everything confused me then. "I'm going to change and then put you to bed," He proclaimed authoritatively. I rolled my eyes and Derek smirked.

It didn't register. He picked up some of his clothes, staring at me oddly. "What, Casey, do you want to watch me strip down?" Derek joked amusedly. I looked him over, liking what I saw... He has lots of firm muscles. I debated it for a moment, thinking vaguely. Mm, Derek naked?

Sounds good to me.

Eyes half-lidded, shooting him a somewhat pouty look, I nodded so hard that my vision swam and my head ached. "Yes, please!" I chirped brightly. Derek's jaw dropped. He looks so cute when he's surprised and confused. Surpfused. Cool word... He has pretty eyes.

But he recovered, shrugging and throwing his t-shirt off in a blur. Hmm... Nice, toned muscles. Bet they're hard... Teehee. Among other things. Teehee. You made a dirty joke, Case! Sebastien would be so proud. Teehee. Or should I call him Katherinnnn? Heehee. He'd like that, I think... Or not.

Next came his sweats, down and off in a second... Nice legs... Bet he works out. Mmm. Bet he'd work me out. Another one! Ooh, I'm on a roll! Hehe. His boxers are green. Nice, simple color. He likes green... I like him wearing green... Mm, mm, mmm... Good.

Campbell's Chiken Noobdle Soop. Mm, mmm, good. Like Derek. Bet he'd be good... No, make that great. Great! Amazing! Mindblowing! Awesome! Hot! Sweet! Radical! Swell! Ooh, that's a double entend-y what-y thingie... I like those. Hehe.

Derek gave me an expectant look, walking over to me to take me back to my room. I hit his chest in feeble protest. "NO!" I muttered childishly. Ooh, look, my hand's on his chest! I'm touching his chest! And it's so smooth and firm and... hard. Mmm... "I wanna stay with you," I drawled, rubbing my hand up and down his chest.

Wonder why he's getting all short of breath? Oh, well... I'd better rub harder! Get the circu-curcle-circumu-ulation... moving? His heart's fast... I'd better do it faster... Hehe... Do it faster! That way it'll sloooow down. Yeah, that'll work.

I should so be a doctor. I'd be better than Marti. So much better.

Just like Derek is than S... What's his name again? I should know, shouldn't I? I mean, I think I was out with him tonight... No, wait, that was Derek too. I guess there is no what's-his-face... Cool.

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea, Casey..." Derek said warily, sounding worried, though for who I couldn't tell.

I pouted even more, frowning up at him, filling my eyes with tears. Derek grimacing, sighing, and walking with me towards... his bed! Yay, I get to...

To do what, exactly? I dunno...

It's a great idea!

I was sure to repeat the sentiment to Derek, who smiled weakly, giving me a weird look. He sighed, sliding back his sheets. I'm so tired... His bed looks nice and warm... And inviting... Just like he...

Does.

Ooh, but I have to change first. Derek got under the sheets. I gestured for him to wait a minute. "I hafta take off my bra," I whispered loudly, unhooking it sloppily underneath my shirt, tossing it haphazardly behind my head. Derek's jaw was wide... His mouth so open... What would it be like to...?

Lost my train of thought there. Ooh, crap! I forgot my sweats... They've gotta go. I took them off, chucking them in his room. Derek's eyes widened and he stared at me, stunned beyond words. I smiled lazily at him, and he relaxed. He's so warm... Like his feet. Man, I'm so co-co-cold. Better warm myself up.

I blindly pressed my lips against Derek's. At first... He didn't do anything... Which made me feel bad. But then he really came around... Opened his mouth to mine, tongue down my throat. Mm, he tastes as good as he looks. "Mmm, Derek," I moaned, grinning. This encouraged him.

He wrapped his arms first around my waist, then he got on top of me... Pinning me to the bed. Not a bad place to be, really. His hands moved up and down around my stomach and waist as if he knew every part of me intimately... Not yet, Tiger... Heehee.

I writhed and moaned in ecstasy against him. I enjoyed the feeling of him against me. He's gonna be goood. So this is what it feels like to finally get what you want. Derek feels like this all the time? Sounds nice. I might have to join the club.

His hand crept up to my breast, and I suddenly realized how tired I was and pulled his hand away, kissing each and every one of the fingers, before grabbing him and snuggling up against his hard body. "Sorry, Sebastien, but I'm so tired..." I groaned, collapsing against him. All lines and muscle just as I thought. Fortunately, he was understanding, kissing me once before nuzzling my shoulder.

"Night, Case..."

I closed my eyes and drifted off again. Sleep is good.

Happy dreams of Derek, Casey. Mmm, Derek. He's hot... Derek...

Loren ;

Okay, that last part was hard to write... And she's all over the place 'cause she's supposed to be. The misspellings are intentional. And, if you think that's out-of-character, she was in that sleepy haze where you're really open to suggestion and stupid and stuff... But that doesn't count for the kiss either. ;)

It helps that I'm so tired myself right now... Seriously, I think I hallucinated and saw a couple things... So I'm gonna end it there before I become more delusional than Casey. So, let's see... That leaves you with Casey and Derek in little clothing, sleeping in his bed. (A sane Casey would've chosen her own because she's cleaner) Can you say Cold Shower for Derek?

Lol... Anyways, thanks for all your GREAT reviews. I'm gonna go sleep now, 'mmmkay? Crap, I was gonna say something, but now I don't remember...Isn't Derek a prophet? And a happy one, at that? He's got a lot of small revelations for him along the way... Hehe.