DISCLAIMER
I don't own Life With Derek which belongs to Canadian Television or the Mighty Ducks which belongs to Disney. I only own the plot.
In the living room, Derek jumped, hearing the smash.
"What the heck?" he asked in surprise. It sounded like something had been thrown. He got up and walked towards the kitchen, where to his surprise, Casey was standing at the sink, crying.
"What's wrong with you?" Derek questioned. She jumped and wiped her eyes with a sleeve.
"Nothing. I'm fine," Casey lied.
"Have you been crying?" Derek questioned.
"It's nothing, Derek. Just leave it alone," Casey responded harshly. Then, she pushed past him and stomped upstairs.
"Women!" Derek huffed. He went back to the game on the television. Casey shut her door and turned on her stereo, blocking out the sound of the game with a rock song. She didn't need the memories. She was happy now. The girl began dancing to the music, letting it drown out the sounds of the game. Back in the living room, Derek glanced towards the stairs as he heard music coming from Casey's room. What's up with her? he wondered. This wasn't the first time he had noticed her acting strangely when it came to hockey. Sure, she had seemed cool with the sport when dating Sam, but it had soon became clear that for some reason, the subject was a touchy one with her. When the game was finally over with the result of the Ducks winning, Derek whooped wildly.
"YEAH! ALL RIGHT!" he shouted triumphantly, Casey's strange behavior pretty much forgotten. Hearing Derek's cheers, Casey couldn't help a small smile. She remembered getting that excited. The rush of the play, the feeling one got when you scored the winning goal…her smile fell. She'd never have that again. With a flick of her wrist, she turned the radio up even more, letting the rock blast through the room. Recognizing the Metallica song, Casey began singing along. From downstairs, Derek heard the music and after turning off the t.v., he went back upstairs. What is she doing? he wondered. For that matter, what was she listening to? He headed for her room and listened as she sang.
"Exit light, enter night; take my hand off to Never-Neverland." Derek's brows furrowed. Since when does she listen to Metallica? He wondered. He opened the door to see her dancing along energetically. Suddenly, he saw her double over, grabbing her right knee.
"Casey?" he asked. She cried out in pain and he ran to her. "Casey, what is it? Where does it hurt?" he questioned.
"Get away from me!" she snapped, pushing her away.
"Casey, I'm just trying to help," he told her.
"It's nothing. It's my fault. I overexerted my knee. I just need an icepack," she retorted, straightening up. She pushed past him, hobbled downstairs, and went to the fridge where she found an icepack and strapped it to her knee. Then, she went back upstairs.
"Casey, not that I care or anything, but if you're hurt, maybe you should tell Dad and Nora," he suggested.
"Get out of my room, Derek," she snapped, pushing him out before he could protest. Then, she slammed the door shut and locked it. She stood in front of her door and inhaled sharply.
"Work through it, MacDonald. Work through it," she coached herself. She sat on the bed. Then, she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.
