So, I've read hundred of LWD fanfics and have decided that I would finally be brave and try my hand at one. This is a Dasey of course and is probably considered AU (though in actuality, aren't all Dasey stories AU, I mean the powers that be will never put them together). I promise nothing other than to do my best. I hope you'll give me a chance. The first chapter kind of sets things up and by the end of chapter two (which I like much better than chapter 1) you'll have an idea of what is going to happen. Anyway, please give it a shot and tell me what you think.

Oh, and I don't own LWD, because if I did, there would be Dasey!

Sheldon slipped into the driver's seat of his car and closed the door with a click. Then he pulled the shoulder harness across his chest.

"Okay, who'd rather go for a pizza?" he asked looking back through the rearview mirror. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Sheldon," Emily laughed, tucking her book bag under her feet. "Start the car and let's get going."

"We agreed to go to the hospital, and we're going. You can have pizza later," Kendra told Sheldon firmly. She pulled the black angora beret off her curly blonde hair and shook out the strands. If the drive to find a donor for Ashley Thompson, a girl from their university, was to be a success, she would have to get tested, and so would Sheldon.

"Hey, I'm cool," Sheldon said.

"Well that could be debated," Kendra laughed.

"Oh yah?" Sheldon grumbled.

"Yah," Kendra chided.

"Let's just go you two," Emily chimed in, trying to keep peace. "Besides, I bet the others are already there."

Within fifteen minutes, they were at the entrance of the medical center. Although the parking lot wasn't jammed, there were a considerable number of cars.

"I guess everyone had the same idea," Kendra said, getting out and walking to the door with Emily. "That'll mean a long line."

"Maybe they'll be all booked up and they won't get to us," Sheldon said hopefully.

"Sheldon, there's always room for one more," Kendra said with an evil snicker.

"Look, there's Casey." Kendra signed her name quickly and walked up to the front of the line where Casey McDonald Venturi sat. Kendra grinned as she approached her and gave her a hug. No one seeing the two together would have ever suspected the two were anything but friends.

Even though Casey was married to Derek and Sam and Kendra were going on two years of togetherness, they used to feel funny being with each other. But over time, the girls had gotten pretty tight. Since Derek and Sam were practically linked at the hip, it was sort of inevitable that Casey and Kendra would see a lot of each other. Luckily, they had really begun to enjoy one another's company.

"Am I glad to see you guys," Casey smiled.

"Yeah," Sheldon pointed out. "Misery loves company."

"What?" Casey asked as she looked at him puzzled.

"Don't mind him," Kendra said, giving him a disparaging look. "Sheldon is a little queasy at the though of needles."

"Oh, I see," Casey laughed. "Here, squeeze in beside me."

"But that means we'll have to go in front of all these other people," Sheldon pointed out.

"Shut up, you big wuss," Kendra groaned as she rolled her eyes.

"Where are Derek and Sam?" Kendra asked Casey.

"Still at hockey practice," Casey answered. Casey saw the disappointed look on Kendra's face and shrugged, "Derek said to tell you Sam would come by your house later because he had several things he had to get done after practice." She had to smile at Kendra's eagerness. She used to feel exactly the same when she thought of Sam. How odd it was that now all she felt for him was close, warm friendship. It was Derek Venturi whose name, voice and face set her heart racing, Derek, her husband.

Soon they had all been tested and were ready to be on there way. Nobody was worse for the wear, except maybe Sheldon, whose color hadn't quite returned yet.

"Casey, are you coming?" Emily asked.

"That's okay. I'm waiting for Derek," Casey said, taking a seat.