Summary: It seems as though just as Derek starts to come to terms with his feelings for Casey, Max gets in the way. But Derek’s never been a quitter, nor has he ever backed down from a challenge, and now he’s determined to sabotage their relationship at any cost and make Casey see that he’s the only one for her. (Dasey, Shemily, Masey and a smidge of Lizwin!)

Disclaimer: Don’t own Life With Derek. ‘Nuff said.

Author’s Note: I’ve decided to add a few changes to the first two chapters before I get started on the third. Don’t fret, however - they’ll still be the same concept.

I was inspired to write this after watching JesterDala’s Dasey trailer on YouTube. She gave me permission to turn her video into a fanfic, so I really hope I do her trailer justice and meet her expectations.

Enjoy!

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Action and Reaction
Prank

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“DER-EK!”

An all too familiar shriek echoed loudly throughout the Venturi-McDonald household, rattling windows and threatening to shatter glass as members of the blended family stopped whatever they were doing at that moment to acknowledge, sigh and roll their eyes at the seemingly familiar disruption before returning to their previous activities.

Seconds later, two pairs of feet stampeded down the stairs and into the kitchen, where the majority of the family sat eating breakfast.

“Derek you jerk!” Casey McDonald, who stood at one end of the island clad in nothing but a simple white towel that left very little to the imagination, seethed, glaring venomously at the shaggy-haired teen across from her.

Derek Venturi bit his knuckle in a vain attempt to stifle his laughter as he watched the object of his daily torment search for something to throw at him - something painful that would hurt him, but not necessarily kill him, and even though he was positive that she wouldn’t mind that particular outcome either, he knew she would never do it for fear of inflicting any possible damage on her ridiculously squeaky clean, goody two-shoes rep. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at this.

Casey eventually settled on the hairbrush she was gripping tightly in her hand as she pulled back her arm and whipped it across the room, just narrowly missing him by half an inch.

“Ow! My eye!”

Unfortunately, he couldn’t say the same for his brother.

“Jeez Case, I know you’re mad and all, but is it really necessary to use poor Edwin as target practice?” He taunted, unable to hide his Cheshire grin.

Casey’s eyes flickered over to her younger step-brother for a split second, who was currently being treated by “Dr. Marti”. After muttering an apology, her gaze shifted back over to Derek, who smirked at her triumphantly.

“I said it once and I’ll say it again, grubbie: Your. Aim. Sucks.” He sneered, “You wouldn’t be able to hit me if - WHOA!”

He barely dodged that one, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or worried that Casey’s aim was certainly improving.

“Ow! My other eye!”

Once again, however… he couldn’t speak for his brother.

Casey gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

“Edwin, I am so sorry!” She apologized.

“It’s okay… I mean, I just need them for seeing and functioning properly, but aside from that… it’s all good.”

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Casey gapes in shock as Lizzie, dressed in a nurse’s outfit, wheels Edwin over to Dr. Marti on a stretcher. She looks over and finds Derek laughing hysterically in a corner, glares in outrage and crosses her arms in a pouting manner.

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Casey quickly snapped back to reality and narrowed her eyes dangerously at the bane of her existence.

“You know, this is all your fault!” She shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“My fault? Pray tell, Princess, how is this my fault?” For a second, Derek seemed almost outraged that Casey would even think of putting the blame on him, but his expression quickly changed as his lips curled into an amused smirk and he folded his arms across his chest. “Hey, I wasn’t the one who decided to use Edwin as a human target, and quite frankly, I can’t believe you have the… audacity to actually blame ME for this. Isn’t that a little… what’s the word you always use? Oh, right. Immature. I mean, if you can’t even take responsibility for something you clearly did…”

“No, but if you hadn’t -”

“Early morning fight already?” George deadpanned, entering the kitchen with Nora trailing closely behind - both dressed for work. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Because it’s a regular occurrence and happens every morning?” Edwin offered cheekily. Beside him, Lizzie nodded in agreement.

Nora opened her mouth to reprimand him for his smart-alecky(1) behavior, but stopped when she noticed the icepack he was holding against his eye. Scratch that. Eyes.

“Edwin, what happened to you?” She asked.

“You know, that’s a very good question Nora. A question that I’m sure our dear Casey knows the answer to.” Derek announced, ignoring the venomous glare his step-sister was currently sending in his direction before he turned to address her, “Don’t you, Case? C’mon, don’t be shy. I’m sure the ‘rents are just dying to hear about how you brutally attacked poor, defenseless Edwin with your hairbrush.”

He was grinning now. That same cocky grin that indicated that he knew he was getting on her nerves. Which he was. It was the same stupid grin that caused Casey’s blood boil and her cheeks flush and her fists clench so tightly that her knuckles turned white. It made her want to slap him, kick him, kill him… perhaps even a combination of all three. It really didn’t matter, just as long as the result wiped that aggravating grin off his face; though she had a feeling that he’d still be grinning like an idiot even in the afterlife because it seemed as though his entire purpose in life was to piss her off.

“Casey?” Her mother’s voice interrupted her thoughts, “Why are you in a towel? Where are your clothes? Go upstairs and get changed - I’m sure the boys don’t want to see that.”

“You know, as much as I would just love to go and get dressed… I can’t.” Casey muttered, wrapping the towel tighter around herself.

Nora’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline.

“Why’s that?” She asked.

“Why don’t you ask that… that Neanderthal of a step-son of yours?” asked Casey, jerking her head towards Derek. “I mean, it’s his fault I don’t have any clothes to begin with!”

Nora sighed, rubbing her temples before glancing over at the other teen, who immediately feigned innocence.

“Moi?” He asked, motioning to himself. “I’d never! And quite frankly, Nora, I am just… appalled that you would even think that I’d do something like -”

“This is no time for joking around, Derek.” George interrupted, “Casey needs to get ready or you’ll both be late for school, so just tell us where you put her clothes.”

Derek didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he combed his fingers through his unkempt hair, snatched the milk carton out of his brother’s hand - completely disregarding his protests - and downed the rest of it before glancing back up at his father.

“I buried them in the backyard,” he replied casually, shrugging it off as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

No one said anything at first. In fact, it took about ten seconds for the information to settle before…

“You WHAT?” George cried out in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you!” Casey screamed, storming over to him and raising her hand to slap him, but her mother’s voice stopped her.

“Casey, calm down! Go call Emily and see if she can lend you something to wear - for today, at least.”

Casey reluctantly lowered her hand, but continued to glare at Derek for a few more seconds before spinning around on her heel and bounding up the stairs. Meanwhile, George focused his attention on his eldest son.

“I’ll deal with you later… when I can think of a proper punishment.” He said

“Later, as in… tonight? Right after school?” When his father nodded, he opened his mouth to protest, “But it’s Monday - I have hockey practice at three!”

“Well, it looks like you’ll be skipping practice today because we’ll be discussing your punishment. And I swear if you’re not home by the time I get home - you’ll be grounded until you die. Got that?”

Derek rolled his eyes and nodded, before making his way into the living room and plopping down on his recliner to catch the last ten minutes of an old Boy Meets World re-run before he had to go to school.

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“Thanks so much, Em. You’re a lifesaver!” Casey declared as she emerged from her best friend’s bathroom wearing a plaid skirt and a black and pink t-shirt with a bunch of various slogans and designs on it.

“No problem,” said Emily, “So… did Derek really bury all of your clothes?”

“Yes.” Was the bitter response.

An involuntary shudder traveled up Emily’s spine at her best friend’s icy tone, before a light bulb went off in her head. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“As terrible as it is… I can think of one good thing that came out of this.”

Casey turned away from the mirror to look at her.

“Oh really?” She asked, arching an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

By this point, Emily found herself grinning from ear-to-ear as she grasped Casey’s shoulders and locked eyes with her.

“Major shopping spree.”

Casey’s eyes immediately lit up.

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“Well, we made it!” Emily laughed as she and Casey reached their locker, both completely out of breath from running.

Casey giggled and glanced down at her watch.

“And with two minutes to spare.” She added with a grin.

Emily grinned back and pulled out her binders and textbooks before shutting the locker door. Balancing her belongings in one arm, she held out the other to Casey.

“Shall we?”

“We shall.” Casey replied, looping her arm through her best friend’s.

Together, they made their way to their first class of the day, both completely oblivious to the dark eyes watching their retreating backs.

As the first period bell chimed loudly through the halls of Thompson High, Derek couldn’t help but slam his fist into his locker, ignoring the startled looks a group of late students shot in his direction as they scurried on by.

“Damn it.” He cursed.

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