Author's note: You guys are way too good to me. Seriously. Thank you all so much for the reviews so far. I've seen three new episodes of LWD in the past week so I'm feeling inspired. How great have these last two episodes been? Now that Derek and Kendra have broken up the Dasey shippy banter is up again. I'm loving it. Also was anyone but me REALLY excited to see Sam, Ralph, Sheldon and Tinker in 'Power Struggle'? It made my night. I thought we might never see Sam again. And how sweet is it that Emily and Sheldon are still together?

I've really got to stop rambling about episodes in my author's note. I think I'm going to start a live journal and call it like, 'Steph's sarcastic and incredibly Dasey biased reviews of Life With Derek episodes' just so I have somewhere to pull all the commentary I always have on these episodes.

ANYWAY- This chapter is a mostly a 'in the past' chapter, from Derek's PoV, but there is a little bit of Derek and Marti at then end. Because didn't want to go another chapter with out clearing an important question up. Oh- I have no real knowledge of Hockey or high school sports. So my reference here is probably wrong, I totally made it up. I hope it makes the point though.

Enjoy :-)

Disclaimer: I don't own Life With Derek, or the song, "I'll be" by Edwin Macain that I use in the this chapter. I own nothing.

"Dancing is a perpendicular expression of horizontal desire"

George Bernard Shaw.

May 30th 2008

Senior Prom. Derek ran a hand through his shaggy hair and grinned at his reflection in the mirror. His rented tuxedo jacket and pants sat perfectly, his metallic blue vest matched his tie and his date's dress, and Nora had taken the time to polish his old dress shoes so they looked brand new. He was ready. Of course, the real preparation for this night had begun months ago, when he'd needed to figure out dates. His date had been easy, he'd just walked up to Erin Richards, a blonde he'd been casually flirting with for years, and asked her. She'd been thrilled. Casey's date had taken more work. He couldn't let her go with some guy who'd try and do the whole clichéd prom-hotel-room-sex thing with her.

So he'd taken advantage of the fact that he heard EVERYTHING that went on at JS Thompson High, and had a little talk with every guy he heard might be planning to ask her.

"You're going to ask who? Casey Macdonald huh? Yeah, yeah she is. She's also my step sister. Did you know I hold the all province record for checking and defensive moves two years running? What? Yes I think Suzie Hart is still free. Good call."

It worked like a charm, and Casey had ended up with Tim Jenson, one of the most polite, responsible, respectful guys in the senior class. He couldn't let her be completely dateless, he wasn't that mean, and besides she'd just gone through another break up. This one from Greg Harris. Casey's love life followed a very predictable cycle. She was always in a relationship, but they all ended with in a couple months. She'd mope for a while, and then a few weeks later, she'd try it all over again. She'd seemed extra upset by this last breakup, probably because it was so close to prom. Not that he'd have wanted her going with Greg, he'd defiantly been a hotel room type. Tim was a good guy though, and Derek he was confident he wouldn't try anything. Plus, as far as Casey knew he was the only guy who'd ever planned to ask her. Well except Tinker of course.

He gave his hair a last ruffle and grinned, he was ready. He put his walled in his jacket pocket and left his room. When he got to the top of the steps he saw that he and Casey were the last ones ready. The rest of their group had already gathered in his living room. He smirked at the scene in front of him. Edwin was trying, and failing to flirt with Erin, who just looked bored, while Lizzie rolled her eyes and sent him dirty looks. Sheldon and Emily were talking to a frightened looking Tim. Marti had sat herself on Sam's lap and seemed to be insisting he and his girlfriend, Brittney, should take her with him the dance. His dad and Nora were trying to figure out how the camera worked.

"Hey Ed get your own dates!" He called as he walked down the stairs.

"Derek!" Erin said, standing up and beaming at him. She walked over to embrace him and Edwin muttered something under his breath and walked over to Lizzie. He returned her hug lightly and said a quick hello to everyone else in the room.

"Derek, can you figure this thing out? At this rate it will be Marti's prom by the time Nora and I get it right," His dad said, tossing him the camera.

"It will be Marti's prom by the time Casey is ready anyway," he said turning the camera on; slightly annoyed that Erin was still holding his arm.

"Oh please Derek. You've been ready for about a minute longer than me." Casey called, walking down the stairs. He whirled around to look at her, ready to say something smart ass back, but the words died in his throat. She was all in pink, from the little beads in her hair to the shoes on her feet. Her jewelry was silver and she just looked, glowing, stunning.

"Wow, Casey you look beautiful," Tim said meeting her at the bottom of the stairs and taking her hand. Derek resisted the urge to hit him.

"You all look wonderful." Nora said, smiling fondly at her daughter, "Well it looks like you guys are all ready for picture," Nora announced, "You have the camera all set up Derek?"

"Yeah," he said, gruffly, handing the camera over without even looking at Nora. His eyes were still following Casey.

"Ok kids, lets line you all up the front yard," Nora said. His dad opened the door and led them all outside.

"Can I take the pictures? Please?" Marti begged.

"I think we'd better let Nora handle this one," His dad said.

"No one ever lets me have any fun!" Marti pouted, "Too little to go to prom. Can't take pictures. Can't have fun!" Everyone laughed. Derek tore his eyes away from Casey long enough to smile at his little sister. Then the pictures started and the prom had officially begun.


Derek was bored. Erin was in the bathroom, fixing her make up for the 8th time in two hours. He glanced out on the dance floor, finding Sam and Brittney and Emily and Sheldon, all looking like they were having an amazing time. He didn't see Casey and Tim though, so he tuned his gaze to the people sitting at tables or standing on the outside of the floor hoping to find them.

She was sitting at a table, by herself. Her left arm was on the table and her chin was propped in her hand. Her legs were crossed and she was swinging one pink high heel clad foot back and forth, looking bored. Tim was nowhere in sight. On impulse he got up and walked over to her.

"Hey Case," He said. She looked up at him.

"Hey Derek," she said back.

"Where's Tim?" he asked.

"No idea. Ask Hannah Belit." Casey said bitterly.

"His ex-girlfriend?" Derek asked, puzzled.

"Not so ex." Casey said with a sigh.

"Oh. That sucks," Derek said, adding, 'kill Tim' to his mental to do list.

"Yeah. It really does." she said, "Where's Erin?"

"Fixing her make-up. Again." he said. The song in the background faded to another slow song as Casey made an amused noise.

"Typical", she said then looked at him suspiciously, "why did you come over here?" She asked him, looking suddenly like she thought he may be holding a water balloon behind his back.

"I have something to ask you," he said.

"Yes, Derek I'd love to make up a cover for you to our parents so you can take your slutty date to a sleazy hotel. No problem," she quipped sarcastically.

"Cute," he said, "But actually I was going to ask you to dance," he said.

"With you?" she asked, shocked.

"Yes with me. Now agree before I change my mind." he said, grinning.

"Always so self-assured, I could say no," she muttered, but she was standing up.

"You could." he agreed, grabbing her hand and leading her to the dance floor. They found a spot and he put his hands loosely around her waist. She slipped her arms around his neck gingerly, not allowing her hands to touch him, and they began to dance.

"The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above "

"I love this song," Casey said.

"Every girl in the world loves this song," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Must you ruin this by talking?" she asked.

"Me? You talked first?" he said, involuntarily tightening his grip on her waist.

"Yeah but I made a nice comment about the music. You said something stupid," She said.

"I was making an observation on women," he said.

"Oh that's right. I forgot. You're an expert," she said, her hands now grazing the back of his neck.

"Yes I am," he said smirking, "and it's my expert opinion that every girl ever loves this song," he said, using his left hand to make small circles on her back, not thinking about what he was doing or why he was doing it.

"Funny," she said, "You'd think being an expert and all, you'd have picked a date who didn't spend all night in the bathroom," she said, one of her hands playing with a lock of his shaggy hair.

"I didn't pick Erin for her intelligence or conversation skills," he said. They'd moved closer to one another during this exchange, and now their chests were almost touching as they swayed back and forth to the music. This was quickly becoming dangerous, but he didn't care. The music and holding her was making all thoughts of consequences and reality drift away.

"Why did you pick her then oh great expert?" she said mockingly.

"Because she fills out her prom dress really well," he said with a grin.

"Pig," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Hey you asked," he said, trailing a hand up and down her back, his fingers playing with the lacy design.

"I was hoping you had real reason," She said moving even closer to him.

"I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on,
Remembered the things that you said

I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your...
I'll be your crying shoulder,
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older,
I'll be the greatest fan of your life.

The greatest fan of your life.
...greatest fan of your life"

"Sorry to disappoint, he said, "if it helps, you fill out yours better," he said, the words escaping before he could stop them.

"Derek-" she started, looking alarmed at his statement and how intimate their dance position had become.

"And," he said cutting her off, "You are intelligent, with great conversation skills," he finished, brining a hand up to her cheek,

"We shouldn't," she whispered frantically, trying to take a step back, but he held her close.

"Probably not," he agreed softly.

The song ended and a loud hip-hop hit came on its place. They jumped apart.

"Let's get out of here," he said.

"What?" she asked. They were standing on the dance, floor just looking at each other as their fellow students gyrated all around them.

"Let's leave," he said, grinning.

"We can't just leave," she said.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Well for one your date, Erin," she said.

"So?" he asked.

"You can't just leave her," Casey said.

"Yes I can," he said, "She'll have someone else to dance with about thirty seconds after we leave. I'm not worried," he said, reaching for her hand and pulling her off the dance floor,

"Emily!" Casey said, "And Sheldon and Sam and Brittney, we can't just leave them," she protested, but she didn't let go of Derek's hand.

"I don't think they'll miss us," Derek said, nodding his head towards the blissfully happy couples on the dance floor. Sheldon gave Emily and quick kiss as they danced and she grinned, locking an arm around his neck. Brittney and Sam danced, moving much too slow for the beat of the song, both glowing. Casey looked at them and sighed.

"Ok. Good point. What about prom king announcement?" she offered.

"What does that have to do with anything?" he asked.

"You're nominated!" she said, "What if you win? Don't you want to be here?"

"I'm not going to win," he said laughing.

"What? How do you know?" she asked.

"Because it's fixed Casey. After nominations came out, the prom committee came up to me and asked me if I wanted to win. I told them no," he said.

"That's appalling!" she said, "it's supposed to be an election! Based on votes!" she said angrily.

"Relax. Its just Prom king and queen, not world leaders," he said laughing.

"It's the principle of the thing Derek." she said huffily then she paused, "Why'd you tell them no?"

"Prom King its just…" he shrugged, "its kind of a keener thing don't you think? Besides, I told them to pick Sheldon and Emily. They deserve it." he said.

"And they're going to listen to you?" she asked.

"I'm Derek Venturi," he said rolling her eyes, "of course they are."

"Using your power for good?" She said, "That's so sweet,"

"Yes. I'm a saint." he deadpanned, "Can we leave now?"

"Ok," she said, gripping his hand tightly, then her eyes got wide, "Wait! No. Derek we can't leave together. People will talk!" she said.

"It's May of our senior year. Let them talk." he said, tugging on her hand.

"But your reputation, if you leave with me-" she began the trailed off. Her protest sounded weak. Even as she said it, she stepped closer to him, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Screw my reputation." he said, "And Casey, if the next thing you say is something along the lines of, 'this is wrong, our parents are married'," he paused and shook his head, "I might loose my mind."

"I wasn't going to say that," she said, "I'll probably say it tomorrow, but for tonight. You win." she said, allowing him to lead her outside.

"I always win." he said smiling, "after all, what Derek wants-" he began.

"Derek gets," she finished for him.

"Exactly," he said. They reached the parking lot, and he led her to his car. When they got there he stepped in front of her and put an arm on either side of her, then he leaned her against his car, leaned in and kissed her. Her hands snaked back around his neck, and his hands found her waist as they deepened the kiss. They didn't break apart for hours.


April 18th 2073

"So you guys where together that whole summer?" Marti said, cutting Derek off before he started to go into more details about what exactly he and Casey had done that night.

"Sort of," he said, "we had a huge fight that next day, but then we got back together. We fought a lot that summer actually," he said.

"Then what happened?" Marti asked, wishing Derek would sit down and stop pacing. He'd been moving back and forth around his room for an hour now telling her how he and Casey had gotten together.

"Well the week before we left for college, Edwin and Lizzie walked in on us making out," he said, "Casey had a total meltdown. She said we were corrupting our siblings and that we'd probably scarred them for life," he said smiling wryly at the memory. "She became insistent it was really wrong to continue to be together. She broke it off that night," he said.

Marti nodded. Edwin and Lizzie catching them explained a lot actually. Although she was pretty sure Edwin and Lizzie were more inspired that scarred for life, given what happened later.

"You guys got back together eventually though right?" Marti asked.

"Yeah, it took awhile though," He said, "we had all sorts of encounters during college, but they didn't work out quite right," he said.

"So when did you get together and stay together?" Marti asked.

"We were twenty-five." Derek said.

"So that means you had seven years together before-"

"Before she died." Derek finished his tone suddenly bitter. He walked over the window and gazed out it thoughtfully, looking mournful. Marti sighed; it was going to be a long visit.

End Chapter. I've never written a prom before. Several people had asked me if Casey was in fact dead. So now you know.

Oooh.. bonus points to anyone who gets the reference in the title of the chapter.

Hope you guys liked it. :-)