So this is a story I thought of while I was stuck in traffic one day on my way home from work. I hope everyone enjoys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Life With Derek.

Enjoy!

Derek was playing on his computer when Casey walked into his room. "So, you ready for the big day tomorrow?"

"Knock much Case? What if I was busy in here?" He asked.

"Oh yeah? Busy doing what exactly?"

"Just stuff; what do you want?" He asked looking away from his computer screen. "Jeez Derek, I was just curious about your party tomorrow. It should be fun." Casey said as if she was prying for something.

"If you are trying to get an invite, then you might as well just leave. You can't come."

"Why not? And how do you know that is why I am in here?"

"Because, you only come in here when you want something from me."

"Fine, I didn't want to go to your stupid party anyway." Casey said as she walked out of his room and slammed the door behind her. Derek looked up at his now closed door and sighed. "She can be so temperamental at times." He said to himself. Derek looked over to his clock and saw that it was just few minutes before midnight.

"Happy birthday to me," he said to himself as he got up from him desk and walked over to his bed. He pulled the comforter back and crawled in under it. Derek lay in his bed thinking over all the people who were invited to his party. "I guess it's not that big of a deal if she comes." He said aloud. He thought he should go tell her now, but he didn't want to get out of bed. Instead he would tell her in the morning. Soon Derek found himself falling into a deep sleep.

Derek opened his eyes, only to find himself in an open space with blue all around him. The ground was blue as well as the sky. Except there wasn't a definite horizon from where the ground met the sky, it was just all together. He looked around for any signs of people, or life for that matter. There were no trees, no buildings, no movement; just Derek in a big open blue space.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" He called out.

"Casey, are you here? Dad…Nora…? Marti, Ed, Liz?"

There was no response, which gave Derek a spine chilling shiver.

"Hello? Can someone please tell me where I am?" Derek yelled louder, his voice filling with nervousness. He heard someone clear their throat and it sounded like a man, yet he still saw no one.

"Ahem."

There, he heard it again. He turned around only to find nothing. "H-H-Hello? I-I can h-hear you. Where are you?"

"Ahem."

This time it sounded like the noise came from behind him. So he turned around, and still no one showed their face. "I know someone is here. Please just show yourself." Derek said; his voice shaky.

"Mr. Venturi." This time he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Y-Y-Yeah, who are you, where are you?"

"Mr. Venturi, could you please turn around and look at me?"

Derek turned slowly and came face to face with an old man. His beard was white and came down past his chest. He could easily pass for one hundred and five years old.

"How do you know me?" Derek asked.

"Mr. Venturi, I am here to--"

"Call me Derek."

"I see. Well I am here to give you a gift." The man said.

"A gift? What kind of gift?" Derek asked wearily?

"The gift of magic."

"Magic? You mean like Harry Potter? Do I get a wand?"

"I'm sorry… I am unaware of Harry Potter; but this magic requires no wand."

"What kind of magic? Is it similar to telepathy or telekenosis?"

"I believe the word you are looking for is telekinesis." The old man replied, "And yes, it is some what similar to both of those things you mentioned."

"Can I fly?"

"Flying is a serious skill, that most of us never get, so chances are no, you can't fly."

"So how do I use it? And why do I get these magic powers?" Derek was curious.

"It's in your blood son. Your Great Grandfather Venturi was also blessed with these powers." The old man answered.

"So does my Dad have these too? I have never heard anything about our family having powers."

"That is because your Father does not have the gene. It is only passed down every fourth generation. Your Grandfather probably wasn't aware of his Father having these powers."

"So even though this is in my family, my family still doesn't know about it? That doesn't make any since. It should be like a known fact that I would get these."

The old man just stared at Derek, as if he was waiting on him to finish his rant before he continued.

"So why now?" Derek asked.

"You are blessed with your powers on your eighteenth birthday." He answered.

"Are you going to show me how to use them?"

"They will come naturally. But we must go over certain ground rules before I can see you off."

"Ground rules?" Derek looked up questioning.

"Yes, let's have a seat." The old man said. Derek looked around trying to find where they would be able to sit at but found nothing. Once he turned back to the man, there was a large wooden desk with one chair behind it and one chair in front of it. The old man went around behind the desk and sat down in the chair. Two quills appeared on the desk along with a book, which could be dated back to the renaissance days. "Have a seat Mr. Venturi; we need to go over some things."

"Please, call me Derek. Mr. Venturi is my Dad."

"I see. Well, would you like some information about your powers?"

"Okay." Derek said.

"First off, and most importantly," the old man started, as he stood up from his chair, "This magic can only be used for good."

"What happens if I use it for evil?"

"Even I can't answer that Mr. Venturi."

Derek began to protest to call him Derek but gave up. "For an act as terrible as using your powers for evil, you will be punished accordingly."

Derek stared at him for a second trying to understand.

"Depending on what you do, will determine what kind of punishment you get." The old man simplified for him.

"Man, so no using them on Casey." Derek muttered under his breath.

"Ahh, the sister I presume."

"Step-sister. No way is she related to my family."

"Either way, you can not, and must not use your gift for evil." The old man said sternly.

"Well," Derek thought for a second, "What if I can justify why I did something that could possibly be considered evil?"

"If you feel the need that you must do it, you better make sure you have a very good reason. We see everything Mr. Venturi."

"Okay, I won't use them for evil. I promise."

"Good, because you have to sign this right here stating that, and only then will you get your powers." He said as he turned the old book towards Derek. It had his full name already written down in it with a line for him to sign on. Derek looked farther up on the page and saw a whole line of Venturi's that had signed before him.

"Wow, I had no idea that my family went back this far, and all of them had this gift?"

"Keep in mind Mr. Venturi, that is just every fourth generation of your family."

"Man, this is kind of all too real. So you won't be teaching me anything? It will just come naturally to me?"

"Yes, now if you will please sign this; I can be on my way."

"Okay, but it seems all to fast, like you should be giving me some kind of lesson, or something." Derek tried to reason.

"The only thing I can leave you with is, try to keep this a secret for as long as possible. Your blood will be able to tell that something is different about you, but it's best if the McDonald's and your friends don't find out about this. Basically, don't flaunt it around that you can move things with your mind in public."

"Can I ask a question?" Derek looked up away from the book. The old man nodded for him to go ahead. "Why can't Casey, Lizzie and Nora find out? Does it put them in danger or something?"

"Kind of, lets just say hypothetically, if your Father and Nora were to separate and the Venturi's and the McDonald's no longer lived as one,, then yes they would be in danger for knowing. It is a very difficult task to take someone's memory like that."

"Whoa, spooky. Okay where do I sign?"

The old man pointed to the line where Derek needed to sign, and once he dotted the last 'I' in Venturi, everything disappeared. The man and the desk were gone, and once again he was left in the empty blue space.

Derek shot his eyes open and looked around. He was still in his room, and it was dark, as if it was still night time. He glanced over to his alarm clock on his desk and it read 12:23 AM. That dream seemed so real, but it's only been thirty minutes since I went to bed. Something isn't right. Derek crawled out of bed and looked around. Everything seemed to be in place; except for a little book sitting by his alarm clock. Derek walked over to it and picked it up and began flipping through the pages. It's a book of spells. But how did this get here? Derek put the book back down and headed towards his door. Right as he was about to reach out and turn the knob he stopped and then smirked staring at the door.

"Let's see. Open sesame!" Derek commanded at the door, pointing his index finger at it.

"Abrah Cadabrah!" Derek tried again.

"Come on door, you know you want to open." Derek tried as hard as he could.

"Well that was dumb I guess it wasn't real after all." He put his hand about an inch away from the knob and began to turn his hand as if he was opening the door. Slowly the knob turned and once it clicked and he knew it was open Derek pulled his hand back really fast to pull the door completely open. The door came at Derek fast and hit him straight in the forehead. "Ouch!" He yelled as he pulled his hand up to his head.

"I guess it does work after all."

Derek walked down the hallway still holding the side of his face in his hand when he got to Casey's room.

"Casey, are you awake? I need to talk to you." Casey opened her door and glared at Derek. "What do you want?"

It appeared as if she was crying because her eyes were red. "Are you crying? What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing Derek, what do you want?"

"Well I wanted to invite you to that party tomorrow."

"Why, you clearly told me I wasn't invited."

"I had a change of heart."

"Right, Derek Venturi doesn't have a heart." Casey retaliated.

"Well, fine I was just trying to make things right, since literally everyone was invited and is going, but fine have it your way then." Derek said as he turned around to head back to his room. He could have sworn he heard her sigh before he walked into his room. He picked up the book of spells and sat on his bed and began flipping through the pages.

"Money Spells, Love Spells, Popularity Spells? All that could defiantly be classified as evil." Derek put down the book and lay down in his bed. Maybe in the morning all of this would make since.

I Hope you liked the first chapter. I know what I want to happen next chapter, so it shouldn't be to long before I update again!