Round two of my plot bunnies. Two notes:
-Someone asked if I'd take requests. Sure, why not. I can't guarantee how many I'll do (depending on time and preference, of course). But, if you have any ideas, go ahead and share some.
-I am still working on S.H.S.G. I actually pretty much have the last few chapters mapped out in my mind. But, they're harder to write, so they'll take a little longer to come out (which actually won't be that long since I write so quickly anyway). Thanks to all faithful reviewers :)
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P.B. 2: Casey and Derek protect each other. A/U spinoff of The Bully Brothers (one of my fave eps)
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Derek
Casey hurting was not okay.
It was not fucking okay.
So when the Fridge's elbow slipped and stabbed her in the face—accident or not—Derek's many attempts of somehow escaping this fight were out the window.
He saw Max drop to the ground and hold her. And, yeah, that was swell. That's what boyfriends do.
But, Derek did this.
"Shit!" Ryan hissed when Derek punched him hard in the gut.
But, he looked more annoyed than hurt. And as he moved towards him, fist raised, it was Derek's turn to cry, "Shit!"
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"Derek…Derek!"
"Ooongh." He tried to open his right eye all the way, but he couldn't. And it felt swollen. And, did he mention it hurt like a bitch?
"Oh, god; thank god you're okay."
There was a heart shaped pendant swinging in his face and he smelt vanilla—which unless Sam was cross dressing, probably meant this was Casey. When he felt a tender hand rubbing his cheek, he really hoped it was Casey, not Sam.
Speaking of Sam, "Dude. I thought you were dead."
"Yeah, what the hell were you thinking, man?" That was Max this time.
"Onnngh," he moaned again, disoriented, "Casey."
He squinted, which also hurt like a bitch, and he could see her eyes warming down at him. At least what he could see of her eyes anyway. About half her face was covered with an ice pack.
"I'm right here, okay?" she said, shaking his shoulder gently, "That's who you were talking to, remember?"
"Right; right."
"Right," she said again softly.
"Y'kay?"
He hoped she was, because he was going under again. Right about…now.
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He kept falling in and out. In and out. And he was catching parts of things. Mostly Casey. Spazzing of course. A school nurse. Then some of Sam's lame jokes. Something about chocolate cows….he couldn't remember. Then there was more Casey.
And of course the fighting.
Which is what he heard again the final time he came to.
"…never would have happened," Casey was hissing to Max from the backseat.
Derek was in the backseat, too. And, he was in her lap. Or at least his head was. He squinted and tried to focus, but her fingers felt so good threading his hair, her hand absently stroking his chest.
"How could you blame me for this?" he whispered back roughly.
"You're so much bigger than Derek. You should have helped him, protected him."
"Well, excuse me for trying to protect you. My girlfriend."
"Not for much longer," she grumbled, and Derek decided this would have been freaking hilarious if not for the disorientation. And, oh yeah, that whole fabulous touching thing going on.
"Are you breaking up with me?"
"Why the hell not? You let the Fridge break Derek."
Their attempts at whispering were officially over. And apparently so was their relationship.
Yeah, this was definitely hilarious.
"And, I can't believe I had to be the one to beat the shit out of the Fridge!" Casey shrieked.
Um, what?
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Casey
Derek hurting was not okay.
It was not fucking okay.
So when the Fridge ruined Derek's epically sweet and epically stupid act by punching his lights out, she was pretty damned pissed.
"Max," Casey cried, smacking her boyfriend, "Do something. Now. Max-"
"No, wait, he'll be okay. We need to get you ice or somethi-"
Screw the ice. And screw him.
Before her pacifism packed brain could even get on the same page as her body she'd marched over to Ryan—who actually looked like he might apologize—and kicked the shit out of his groin. Then one more time. Then she kicked his back on the ground.
"Now stay the hell away from him!"
She glanced down and she could see Derek staring foggily up at her, disoriented. "Sweet," he murmured before passing out.
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God, she'd never wanted to hear him say something obnoxious so badly in her entire life.
"Derek…Derek," she cried leaning over him.
She felt an icepack being pressed to her cheek and she ripped it angrily from Max's grasp, who shrunk back. "We'll talk about how pissed I am at you later," she hissed at him.
Max groaned, but got on his knees beside her and Sam.
"You have to keep him conscious; don't let him go back to sleep." Coach Bowers, the closest adult they could find, said. "He should be fine; but I'm gonna get the nurse, okay?"
"Okay, but hurry!" Casey said breathlessly.
She could still feel the knot wrapping painfully in her gut as she called to him.
"Derek…Derek!"
"Onnhgh?"
Oh, thank god.
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Derek
"Sweet," Derek murmured again, staring stupidly up at her.
This seemed to finally stop the fight, and Casey, Max, and even Sam—who really should have been looking at the road—looked to him.
"Oh, sweetie, are you okay?"
Sweetie? That was new. And gross. But kind of…nice, too.
He felt his head being cradled against her stomach now, and his eyelashes fluttered. "I'm 'kay."
"We're gonna get you home real soon, okay?" she whispered, hunching over so her face was close to his.
"M'kay."
"Then, Sam? Would you mind dropping my ex off at his house?"
Sam's brows spiked and Max looked utterly indignant as she glowered at him. Derek just snorted.
Freaking hilarious.
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Sam and Casey helped him into the house while the football player formerly known as Casey's boyfriend glowered in the car. Derek was still smirking about this, but he grimaced when the door opened and the screaming began.
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"I can stay with him," Casey said quietly to their parents from beside his bed. Her lips quirked dryly and she removed her icepack, revealing a huge shiner, "See? We match; like twins."
A few more words were exchanged before George and Nora acquiesced, leaving, but Derek was focused on the soft hand entwined in his.
"I'm so mad at you," she said to him as soon as the door closed. She didn't sound angry though, just tired as she continued, "You could have gotten killed. I mean literally killed, Derek."
"He hit you," he said lowly, shifting slightly so he could look at her, "Case closed."
He slipped his hand from hers and let it trail softly through her hair, down her cheek. Yeah the head trauma must have gotten to him.
"You okay?" he rasped.
"Yes," she whispered, and he could almost see the tension leaving her.
"Or maybe I should ask if the Fridge is okay?" he asked with a smirk, " 'Stay the hell away from him'!" He mimicked, laughing softly.
Casey smiled, too then. Reluctantly.
"Don't make me laugh, Derek. I mean it. I was really worried about you."
Her left hand landed gently on his right—which had settled in the crook of her neck—squeezing.
"Eh, I'd do it again," he murmured as her lips brushed against his bruised knuckle.
"I know. That's why you're an idiot."
She leaned over and he leaned in, too, as she pressed a chaste kiss to his lips; and then her mouth was gone from his before he could even miss it. Which he still did.
"I don't like you," she whispered to him.
"I don't like you either."
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