Derek and the Dirty Dishes
Title: Derek and the Dirty Dishes
Fandom: Life With Derek
Pairing: Derek/Casey
Rating: G
Spoilers: "Misadventures in Babysitting"
Disclaimer: Derek, Casey, Nora, and all other characters mentioned here are the property of CTV and The Disney Channel. I make no money from this work of fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Another from my OTP household chores meme. God I miss this show.
~*~
"It's your night to do dishes," Casey announces. Derek doesn't bother lifting his head from the comic book he's reading.
"Nope. I traded Edwin." He can practically hear the face that Casey's making at him.
"Well Edwin's not here, and Max is picking me up in ten minutes, so you'd better get downstairs before mom and George realize that nobody's started cleaning yet." Derek shrugs, letting the pages of the comic hide his scowl at the mention of Casey's boyfriend.
"You're next on the rotation, Case - you know the rules." She grunts in frustration.
"Derek, I am going on a date," she explains, slow and deceptively calm as she speaks to him like he's Marti. "You, on the other hand, are lying in bed reading Superman. Can you see where maybe there might be a better solution to this problem?" Derek drops the comic to his lap, outraged.
"Captain America, Casey! God, it's like you don't know me at all."
"MOM!" Casey bellows. Derek grins and leaps out of bed. By the time Nora arrives at his door, he's oh-so-studiously poring over his biology homework, a pencil stuck behind his ear and a look of intense concentration plastered across his face.
"What is it now?" she asks warily.
"Derek traded Edwin for dishes but Edwin's not here and I'm supposed to be going out with Max but he's just reading comics and can't you do something?!" Casey whines. Derek snickers, quickly sobering when Nora's glare turns to land on him.
"Casey, you know the rules," she says. Casey's face is turning a quite unattractive shade of strawberry, her tiny fists clenched at her sides.
"But he's right here and he's not doing anything!" she protests. Derek tries his best to look indignant.
"Casey, I have lots of homework to do! Surely you, of all people, recognize how important my studies are."
"You have to study to make straight D's?" she shoots back. "That's sad, Derek." He puts a hand to his chest.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that I was supposed to be majoring in ass-kissing."
"Tell me, exactly how far up the food chain do you plan to get when you start your job as a fry cook? Assistant manager? Regional manager? I can only imagine what a bright future you have ahead of you."
"Hey, it could come in handy for you - then again I don't think they'll be offering bitter old prude discounts."
"Both of you. Kitchen. Now," Nora fumes. Derek and Casey both jump at the sound of her voice, having forgotten that there was another person in the room.
"But I have a date!" Casey insists. Again. Nora shrugs.
"Not anymore you don't," she says simply, making an about-face and disappearing back down the hallway. Casey's mouth hangs open. She follows her mother out the door, calling after her until it becomes clear that the discussion is indeed over.
"DER-EK!" He hears her screech from clear across the other side of the house. Derek flashes Captain America the thumbs-up.
Mission accomplished.
Fandom: Life With Derek
Pairing: Derek/Casey
Rating: G
Spoilers: "Misadventures in Babysitting"
Disclaimer: Derek, Casey, Nora, and all other characters mentioned here are the property of CTV and The Disney Channel. I make no money from this work of fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Another from my OTP household chores meme. God I miss this show.
~*~
"It's your night to do dishes," Casey announces. Derek doesn't bother lifting his head from the comic book he's reading.
"Nope. I traded Edwin." He can practically hear the face that Casey's making at him.
"Well Edwin's not here, and Max is picking me up in ten minutes, so you'd better get downstairs before mom and George realize that nobody's started cleaning yet." Derek shrugs, letting the pages of the comic hide his scowl at the mention of Casey's boyfriend.
"You're next on the rotation, Case - you know the rules." She grunts in frustration.
"Derek, I am going on a date," she explains, slow and deceptively calm as she speaks to him like he's Marti. "You, on the other hand, are lying in bed reading Superman. Can you see where maybe there might be a better solution to this problem?" Derek drops the comic to his lap, outraged.
"Captain America, Casey! God, it's like you don't know me at all."
"MOM!" Casey bellows. Derek grins and leaps out of bed. By the time Nora arrives at his door, he's oh-so-studiously poring over his biology homework, a pencil stuck behind his ear and a look of intense concentration plastered across his face.
"What is it now?" she asks warily.
"Derek traded Edwin for dishes but Edwin's not here and I'm supposed to be going out with Max but he's just reading comics and can't you do something?!" Casey whines. Derek snickers, quickly sobering when Nora's glare turns to land on him.
"Casey, you know the rules," she says. Casey's face is turning a quite unattractive shade of strawberry, her tiny fists clenched at her sides.
"But he's right here and he's not doing anything!" she protests. Derek tries his best to look indignant.
"Casey, I have lots of homework to do! Surely you, of all people, recognize how important my studies are."
"You have to study to make straight D's?" she shoots back. "That's sad, Derek." He puts a hand to his chest.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that I was supposed to be majoring in ass-kissing."
"Tell me, exactly how far up the food chain do you plan to get when you start your job as a fry cook? Assistant manager? Regional manager? I can only imagine what a bright future you have ahead of you."
"Hey, it could come in handy for you - then again I don't think they'll be offering bitter old prude discounts."
"Both of you. Kitchen. Now," Nora fumes. Derek and Casey both jump at the sound of her voice, having forgotten that there was another person in the room.
"But I have a date!" Casey insists. Again. Nora shrugs.
"Not anymore you don't," she says simply, making an about-face and disappearing back down the hallway. Casey's mouth hangs open. She follows her mother out the door, calling after her until it becomes clear that the discussion is indeed over.
"DER-EK!" He hears her screech from clear across the other side of the house. Derek flashes Captain America the thumbs-up.
Mission accomplished.