Hi! Here's some fluffy Daseyness, because it's the holiday season, and it makes me happy, so I hope it makes you happy too. (And because writing this was more fun than studying for finals!)
Derek and Casey are pretty OoC in this, but them being together in a fic makes it automatically OoC, so try not to let it bother you too much. :)
Italics are the video footage, just FYI.
Reviews make my day! (hint, hint)
Disclaimer: I don't own The Story of Us, the Hockey Hall of Fame, Ever After (though I own the DVD), Cinderella, Gordon Ramsay, 007, and of course, Life with Derek
THE STORY OF US
"Oooh, look, Georgie, someone burned a copy of 'The Story of Us,'" Nora exclaimed to her husband, as they were rooting through the DVD collection, trying to find a movie to watch on a rare night home alone.
Derek and Casey were each out on a date, Edwin and Marti were at Abby's, and Lizzie had gone to Jamie's birthday party.
George shrugged noncommittally, "Sure. That sounds fine."
"This wasn't here the other day—I guess someone must have accidentally left it in the DVD pile?" she wondered aloud, popping in the disc anyway.
"This isn't 'The Story of Us,'" Nora complained, as a home video filled the screen.
"It's something Derek filmed, I think," George answered. "The title's in his handwriting."
It looked to be footage from Casey and Derek's sociology project, but it ended with a shot of Casey in the bathroom, gargling mouthwash.
"I've never seen THIS before," Nora remarked, and George grunted in agreement. "Why is he filming her in the bathroom?"
George shrugged, but answered, "Well, let's watch it and see what it is."
A title card flashed across the screen, reading, "The Story of Us: A Video Scrapbook by Derek Venturi and Casey McDonald."
Derek and Casey were running around the snow-covered backyard, hurling snowballs at each other, and laughing hysterically. As Casey bent down to form another snowball, Derek ran at her and tackled her to the ground, pinning her on her stomach. She screeched in mock fear and he began tickling her, which seemed to have an effect despite her heavy coat. They continued laughing until they couldn't breathe; Derek rolled off her and lay in the snow next to her, panting.
Casey pecked his cheek affectionately, and as she started to get up, she noticed the camera.
"EDWIN! What are you doing? Give me that…" she trailed off as she ran at the cameraman.
Edwin turned the camera around so that he was filming himself and grinned widely, saying, "Oops, busted!"
The camera turned back on Derek and Casey, who were running at him, laughing again.
The scene changed; this time Derek was in front of the camera.
He zoomed in on his watch, which read 5:58. He whispered, "Today is Casey's birthday—she turns seventeen in exactly three minutes. Since it's still really early and no one else will be up for another hour, I decided to surprise her. Let's go check on Sleeping Beauty now…"
Derek turned the camera towards Casey's door, and he pushed it open, revealing a sleeping Casey.
He set the camera down on her desk, and got in front of it once again, saying sheepishly, "One of two things is going to happen. One, she'll be really angry that I woke her up so early on her birthday. Or two, and this is the one I'm hoping for—she'll be so grateful that I made her breakfast in bed that she'll forget she's up at the crack of dawn." He panned to a tray of scrambled eggs, toast, and orange juice he had set on her night table, then spun the camera so it landed on Casey's sleeping form.
He tiptoed over and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open, and when they focused on Derek, she smiled. "Hey!"
"Good morning, birthday girl," he replied, unable to keep the smile from his face.
He walked back over to the camera, and zoomed in on Casey who groaned, "Der-ek! I'm a mess! Can you at least wait until I shower?"
He shook the camera as if shaking his head. "No way, you look beautiful."
She rolled her eyes, but didn't respond, because she seemed to have smelled her breakfast. "Did you make this?" she asked incredulously, pointing to the tray.
He put the camera down again, before getting in front of it and saying, "She acts like I've never cooked before. Please. I'm a regular Gordon Hamsay!"
"RAMsay!" she corrected as he shut off the camera with a wink.
The scene changed again; now they were in Derek's room.
Derek was sitting at his desk, camera turned towards himself again. "Today, Casey and I drove to Toronto so she could show me all her old haunts- you know, the seedy taverns, and abandoned houses-"
He was cut off by a hand entering the frame and smacking him lightly in the back of the head. "We went to GOOD places," she insisted, bringing her face close to Derek's so she would be on camera.
He snorted, "Oh, yeah, I looooved the ballet."
She pouted, and frowned at him. "Derek, I spent three hours in the Hockey Hall of Fame for you!"
She turned back to the camera, giggling. "I'm the best girlfriend EVER!"
He also turned to the camera and shook his head vehemently. "She's crazy. She thinks a little dose of hockey will make me forget those guys in spandex?" He shuddered. "Oooh, no."
Putting the camera down in full view of the bed, he led her to it, pushing her down and pretending he couldn't get off of her, despite her protests. "Der-ek! Come on, the camera's still on!"
He grinned at her. "Nope, I shut it off. We're officially done with the Derek-and-Casey video scrapbook for the night."
She smiled up at him, since he was still pinning her to the bed. "Who knew you'd be such a romantic?"
She pushed him off of her and rolled onto her back, so they were laying side-by-side.
"Der, what are we going to do about prom?" She leaned up on one elbow, facing him.
He looked at her, suddenly serious. "Are we going?"
She sighed. "You know I want to. But how are we going to explain being each other's prom dates to Mom and George? It's been hard enough keeping this a secret. Nobody knows except Lizzie and Edwin, and they can't exactly help us."
Derek paused for a moment before answering, then asked hesitantly, "Do we want to tell Sam? Then I could go with his date and you could go with him. Then obviously the rest of the school will figure it out once we start dancing together, but we can worry about that later."
She mulled this over for moment, forehead creasing with worry. "But if we tell Sam, we should tell Emily too. She'd be really hurt if she found out he knew before she did."
Derek nodded. "I agree. So let's tell them both, and they can help us figure out prom."
Casey grinned, and nestled against Derek's chest. He put an arm around her, and kissed the top of her head.
They were silent for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company, when Casey lifted her head and looked at Derek.
She whispered, "I love you, Derek."
He sat bolt upright in surprise, accidentally throwing her off of him. He whipped his head around to face her and spluttered, "You…really?"
She nodded, laughing at him and blushing furiously, "Yeah, I have no idea why, but I do." She began to look worried. "Do you, uh, I mean…" She was having as much trouble talking as Derek had had a moment earlier.
He understood what she was trying to ask, and relaxed a bit. He took both of her hands in his and said in a perfectly steady voice, "I love you, Casey."
She smiled then, and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I was so nervous you wouldn't say it back!" she replied happily.
He pulled back from the hug and got serious again, "Case, you're the most important person in the world to me. Well, you're almost as important as Marti," he teased, and she stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
They hugged again, this time lying back down on the bed. She moved to kiss him, and it seemed to dawn on him that the camera was still on—he jumped up, muttering, "One second."
As he got off the bed and walked to the camera, Casey realized what he was doing and reprimanded, "Der-ek! You had the camera on this whole time?!"
She was growing redder by the second. He turned to grin at her, "You mean you didn't know? You told me you love me and it was just pure luck that I got it on film?"
He looked awfully excited by this, but she was just the slightest bit annoyed.
"You told me it was off, you jerk!" she crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a reproachful look.
He smirked and answered, "I lied," before reaching over and turning off the camera.
The movie faded into a shot of Casey applying lipstick in the mirror.
Derek was setting up the camera on a tripod. His reflection was visible, and he was wearing a tux that put 007 to shame.
Casey was dressed in a lavender gown that hugged her in all the right places, and was wearing her hair long and curly.
He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, so that he was talking to both the mirror and the camera in the reflection. "I can't believe it's our Senior Prom," he mused, and she tried to pry herself away from his grasp.
"Derek, don't you know the rules? The guy can't see the girl before her top-of-the-stairs moment."
He let go of her and scoffed, "Please, it's not our wedding."
She grinned at him, "But someday it will be, so let's practice now. Shoo, I'm getting ready."
He made to leave, and then paused. "What's the top-of-the-stairs moment?"
She laughed. "You know, it's like in Ever After and those kinds of movies where the girl reaches the top of the stairs and the prince swoons because she looks so perfect in the dress, the hair, everything, and he can't wait to ask her to dance."
Derek smirked. "I get it; you're trying to be Cinderella again. Well guess what? I don't do fairy tales. I'm going to the prom to dance with my girlfriend and have fun, not to be Prince Charming. And I happen to think you look perfect all the time, so there really won't be much swooning involved on my part."
She laughed again, "I don't know how you do it. You make ME swoon by saying you're the opposite of Prince Charming. Go figure, my prince is a frog!"
Derek bent towards the camera, ready to turn it off, but instead he grinned devilishly and turned back to Casey. "If I remember correctly, that particular fairy tale involves lots of kissing. I think I can make an exception just this once."
Casey giggled, and came over to shut off the camera for him. "Of course. Come here, frog…"
And the footage went black.
George and Nora felt as though they had been hit in the head with a bag of rocks. They stared open-mouthed at the blank screen, for at least a minute. Neither of them could speak.
Nora stood up, ejected the DVD, and placed it back in its case, still thunderstruck. Meanwhile, George was sitting on the couch, at a loss for words.
"So apparently, our children are in love," she said in monotone to George.
He seemed to snap out of his trance a bit and looked at her, dazed. "Uh, aren't they each on a date right now?"
Nora buried her face in her hands, unable to articulate her emotions at the moment.
"They share a car. Derek said he was dropping Casey at her date's house on the way to his own date," George pondered, clearly thinking out loud.
Nora let out a long breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Convenient, isn't it? It's been a year, George. Our children have been secretly dating for over a year, and we had no idea."
She looked at George hesitantly. "Georgie, is it weird that I find this kind of…romantic?"
George chuckled. "Nah. Our kids are perfect for each other. I knew it from the start. I just didn't know they'd actually figure it out."
Nora sat back down next to George, her head resting on his shoulder. "I suppose we'd better wait up for them and have a looong talk when they get home."
George smiled lovingly at his wife. "Sounds like a plan."
So they settled in to watch some TV until their children came home from their date.