A/N: I'm really sorry this took a long time to write and finally put on the site. Life kind of decided it wanted to keep me busy for a while. This is the last chapter of the story. It's a bit short, but it's only supposed to tie everything together. I'm ok with it I guess, but I do hope you all like it. I also am not planning on writing a sequel, so I'm sorry to those who wanted one.

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Derek's right hand was buried in Casey's hair. His finger tips were rubbing small circles onto the bump that was sure to form. His other hand moved to her lower back, pulling her body closer to his.

One of Casey's arms was wrapped around Derek's shoulder, her nails lightly scratching at the base of his neck. Her other hand was in his hair, gripping it slightly just behind his ear.

The hand on her back moved a little lower, as her own hand moved from his hair onto his face.

Something was different.

Their kiss slowed until each was breathing heavily, foreheads pressed against the others.

They opened their eyes and saw a distorted image of the other, a slight overlapping of the eyes. Derek brushed his fingers along the top of Casey's jeans, which were now made of a softer cotton material without belt loops. Casey ran her thumb from the top of Derek's ear to the lobe, which was smooth.

Derek pulled back slightly, so he could see Casey's entire face. She cocked her head to the side, staring at the now earring-less ear as the pad of her thumb continued to move over it. His right hand traveled from root to tip and Derek realized that her hair was now one long length.

He raised an eyebrow at her and she just tilted her head a bit more to the side. Her arm remained around his neck and one of his hands continued moving slowly through the ends of her hair. Derek's other hand traveled up her arm, before it stilled and his thumb started rubbing back and forth on her forearm. His eyes traveled to where his thumb was rubbing and narrowed slightly.

"I'm sorry," he spoke softly.

Casey looked down to where his hand rested and saw the imprint his finger nails made on her skin. She wasn't sure whether they were created ten years ago, two days ago, or only moments ago.

"It's okay," she told him with a small smile, which he readily returned.

Both stood silently for a couple of minutes, looking back down at Derek's thumb, which kept moving across her arm.

"So," Derek began, lifting his eyes to her face.

"Yeah," Casey said, looking up at him.

Heaving a sigh, he removed the hand that was on her arm and ran it through his hair. He took a step back, effectively causing Casey's arms to drop to her side. "We need to discuss this," he gestured between them with his other hand.

She shrugged. "Where do you want to begin?"

"Well," Derek paced in front of her. "For starters, no one finds out about this. We pretend like it never happened."

"Oh . . . right." he missed the dejected look on Casey's face.

He watched as a couple passed them, followed by their children. "Oh, and before I forget, that home movie–"

"Yeah, I get it," she cut him off angrily, blinking back the tears threatening to fall. "We need to make sure it never happens."

"What?" he asked completely shocked. He stopped pacing and turned to look at Casey. She cast her eyes to the ground, avoiding looking at him. "Is that really what you want?" he whispered, moving closer to her.

"Isn't it what you want?" She kept her eyes fixed on her shoes.

He laughed and moved closer to her. "Casey, Casey, Casey," he shook his head a few times with a smile on his face.

"It's not?" she whispered. He shook his head. "But . . . but you said . . . and I thought . . . and, and–"

"What I meant was," he cut her off. "That we can't exactly tell people that we traveled to the future. I really don't want anyone to think me or my girlfriend are insane." He continued under his breath, "Women and their damn emotions."

She decided to ignore his comment. "Girlfriend?" Casey raised an eyebrow. "Don't you have to ask me first?"

Derek rolled his eyes, but stepped closer and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Casey, dear, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

She tapped her bottom lip, Derek's eyes following the finger. "I don't know. I might have to think about it."

"And why do you have to think about it?"

"Well," her arms began trailing up his arms. "I do want to keep my options open. I mean, did you see how hot Tinker looked in the future?"

Derek's mouth dropped open for a moment, before he glared at her. "That's not even funny."

"Oh no?" she wrapped his hair around one of her fingers. He shook his head again. "What were you going to say?"

"About what?"

"The home movie."

"Oh, that." He brushed her hair away from her face and leaned closer to her ear. "Well, before I was rudely interrupted." She scratched his scalp hard, so he nipped at her ear lobe. "I was going to say that we need to remember to make the video. I'm actually looking forward to really experiencing them."

Casey pulled Derek's hair, bringing his head away from hers so she could look at him. "Yeah?"

"Mmhmm," he nodded.

"But what if it doesn't work out that way? What if we actually were dreaming?"

He laughed. "Well, it was a nice dream then, wasn't it?" She nodded. "But don't you dare tell anyone I said anything like that."

"No one would ever believe me if I did," she told him. "Do you really want to try?"

He smiled and ran one of his hands through her hair, tugging lightly at a few strands. "When are you cutting your hair?" She understood that his question was an affirmative answer to her own.

"As soon as you pierce your ear," she countered, eyes traveling from his ear back to his eyes.

"Find me a needle."

Casey's mouth opened in shock. "Don't you dare, you might get an infection."

He smiled, his fingers twirling in the ends of hair. "Didn't know you cared so much about my wellbeing. And to think you aren't even my girlfriend."

Her arms moved from around his neck to settle on her hips. "I don't," she told him with narrowed eyes. "And I guess I'm not."

"Are you sure you don't want to be?" he asked as he pulled her closer to him. "Not even a little bit?" he tilted her head back.

"Well, maybe just a little bit."

Derek nuzzled Casey's ear with his nose, as she wound her arms back around his neck. "Are you sure it's just a little?"

"Derek," she said, making him pull back to look at her. "Enough," she told him, before she pulled his face closer and kissed him.

"Holy shit," they heard a few moments later.

"Edwin, language!" Casey pulled back and darted her eyes to the right, seeing Nora scold Edwin.

"Is this a fuc–"


"Um, Nora. Is that Derek and Casey?" George said.

"What? Where? . . . Oh my god."

"Smerek and Casey sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love–"

"Not now Marti."

"I guess we're caught," Derek whispered. Casey just nodded her head. "So . . . you got this right?" Casey stomped on his foot. "Fine, fine."

Derek took a step back and grabbed her hand, Casey intertwined their fingers. They both turned to face their family.


"Dad . . . There's something we want to try . . ."

The end.

Thanks so much to everyone who gave this story a chance, to those to read and reviewed. Every single review really means a lot. I hope you all enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Big hugs to all.