yes.

0h god. "The Party". THAT EPISODE. The thing about that is, they had JUST MET like... two weeks before or something. So even if Dasey EVER started to think about sibling bonding (which they certainly will never and have never), they definitely did not consider each other siblings then! Therefore, two hormonal HOT teenagers, locked in the bathroom, rolling around on the floor together? I can't even.

a little confusing but great story anyway! Congrats :D

This was SERIOUSLY good

What episodes were those quotes from? Could you tell me?

But 'princess' is Casey's nickname (

Very interesting take on Dasey.

Nicely done

OH WOW.

this is a complete beauty.

i looove it.

this was amazing.

I wish it would have turned into a multiple chapter thing though

Very good. Very Dasey. I guess you have to read some non-happy endings to really appreciate the truely happy ones, :-) And I totally agree with you about "The Party." The bonding part was real. The "I can't believe you bought that" was FALSE. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it. Lol.

yep that's angst for ya. should have paid more attention to that. great angst though.

They are idiots. Golly geeze. Great story, though. Excellent writing as always. Love that it ended the way it did-unexpected. I especially like the friendship aspect of this one, even though it's laden with unresolved sexual tension. It shows that there's more to their relationship than passion.

Favorite line:

"Their game had far too many rules (and too many tissues) and was intensely competitive so nobody else was allowed to play it. It consisted of a lot of shouting (and lip-watching) and fighting (and touching) and pretending (and pretending) and it was a never-ending almost-porn flick (Ralph’s words) that ended up leaving everyone frustrated." Because it's funny, mostly, but you've got that one part "and pretending (and pretending)" that puts the poignancy right back in there.

In the first place, being one of the Pre-eminent Dasey Fic Authors means never having to say you're sorry for late-night/early-morning spontaneous ficcage. It will *always* be received with welcome, open arms.

Meanwhile.

Way to open with Derek's hopelessly endearing self-involvement. (Really, I can't think of anyone else who's borderline-clinical narcissism is so...darn right CUTE.) In his mind, Casey is always the unwelcome invader, and he is always the beset, dashing hero who has to put up with her sudden occupation, and this never fails to amuse me. _

I won’t lie to you…there’s a part of me that abhors Avril Lavigne with all the fiery vehemence of…of Mount Doom. And then there’s another, smaller, more quiet (for fear of being harassed and beaten) part of me that secretly enjoys the formulaic pop, and that dies a little inside of me every time my Music Elite Coterie denigrates the diminutive popstar.

That being said.

Despite my mixed feelings regarding the Lavigne lady, the lyrics fit impossibly well as a thematic element, and I particularly enjoyed the formatting of the fic. They’re just these little snapshots of tiny, otherwise insignificant moments, just snatches of thought spliced into his mind reel of Ardent Denial-Angst, and they’re lovely.

(One of my most favorite things about your writing is the way you set up Derek’s line of thought when it comes to ‘feeling things for Casey.’ There’s the initial reflection, followed by either a snark and/or a clever denial, which is then occasionally followed up by an even more fervent snark and/or a desperate, clawing denial, topped off with a bit of your acerbic wit and/or some pithy commentary and voila! You have your exquisite handling of Derek’s inner-monologue. No one else does it quite like you, and I really feel like the justifications for errant/aberrant thoughts about his step-sis are *necessary* -crucial, even. For his personality-type, to explain the way he treats her, etc. Anyway, it’s awesome and I love you for it.)

In stories filled to the brim with beautiful one-liners and exceptional insights, there’s typically one line, in particular that stands out above all the rest, that captures the essence of All That Is Dasey with consummate ease, and in this fic, that line is:

‘Their game had far too many rules (and too many tissues) and was intensely competitive so nobody else was allowed to play it. It consisted of a lot of shouting (and lip-watching) and fighting (and touching) and pretending (and pretending) and it was a never-ending almost-porn flick (Ralph’s words) that ended up leaving everyone frustrated.’ –BEAUTIFUL.

Except that in this story, there were TWO such passages:

‘After all, what was a ‘step’ in a title anyway? Just an added afterthought that somehow ate up the brother part and made the glances/touches/etc seem right. And when it was stripped away, it left the same kind of affection that he had for…Marti. (That seemed vaguely –startlingly– wrong).’ –How? HOW? How do you see straight into the heart of the matter and then just pluck it out and slap it onto the screen like it’s no big deal? UGH.

‘That magic switch in his head that classifies everybody under the categories of ‘related’ and ‘fair game’ is firmly switched to the former in her case. Or it would (should) have been, except the stupid thing seems to be stuck.’ –This was exceptionally wonderful, as well, however. It’s painfully cute that Derek thinks he can switch affection on and off and assign it to clear-cut ‘categories,’ *especially* where Casey’s involved. I like this idea quite a lot. More than I like the idea of twelve cheeses for dinner –and THAT is saying something.

More than anything else, though, I think I enjoyed this fic for its (non)resolution of the Dasey quandary. You can sort of see it maybe exploding in their faces eventually, but that’s not the point of the story. (As you so artfully explained in the AN there at the end.) Because the truth of the matter is that they’re BOTH cowards, stubbornly mired in their comfortable quarrel routine and terrified to break away from it and explore…’other’ possibilities. And you pulled that through magnificently.

We still get that little life-line of hope there at the end, though, when you (yet again) resolve the fic with the shirt and the name –the little tangible and intangible Nothings that make their relationship what it is: defined by its undercurrents, insane, addictive, and absolutely incomprehensible (in a totally obvious sort of way) to everyone around them.

Beautiful, WLS. Damn it.

That was so good!

Great job!

Crystal

Hey!

That was awesome! I love how you described the workings of Derek's brain! Specially like the last passage, I'm pretty sure thei boy-/girlfriends would notice...kinda wish the show hadn't stopped...

Looking forward to read more from you!

This is just lovely - I thought I had a favorite line (where Derek says about Casey's boyfriend not being allowed to date outside his species), but actually, re-reading, there are so many funny, lovely lines, I actually can't choose. And even though I'm a little sad with the stasis they seem to be stuck in - that fits nicely with the mood of the story too :)