AN: So here's another story. I randomly wrote this chapter and I'm still not quite sure how I'm going to play out everything. lol.

I thought I'd do a humor story after that one-shot drained me. :(:

Disclaimer: Nothing owned.

There they sat anxiously awaiting the arrival of Judge Otis Dumas, or so it read on the name plate sitting on the desk in front of them. She could hear him giggling to the right of her, drawing her slowly to turn her head to a shoulder shaking; in hysterics laughing, so-called husband of hers. "What the hell are you laughing at?" She asked with 'tude but with a slight laugh of her own. Deep down she knew she was laughing at the same thing he was, she just wasn't ready to give into his childish ways.

He stared at her in disbelief, "Oh come on, Otis Dumas? What the hell kind of a name is that? I don't know what I'm more worried about…pronouncing his last name wrong or laughing my ass off, when he introduces himself, to the point we get kicked out of here." She couldn't hold it in anymore and she shared in his laugh, "I mean Dumas? He might as well change his first name to 'Ima' and add the other S in ther--" They heard a deep clearing of the throat from behind them. The two of them stared at one another with wide eyes as they blushed with embarrassment.

The man made his way to his desk. Tall man, who had his long black judge's robe on; gray hair, thick glasses. He sat down and cleared his throat once more as if he had his lunch stuck in there. Judge Dumas picked up the forms on his desk and took a gander at it, taking his index finger to where he brought it to the middle of his glasses and gently brought it down closer to the edge of his nose, reading intently the forms in front. "Mr. and Mrs. Venturi."

"Mr. and Mrs. Venturi," She repeated in her head. She cringed at the four words together. "Sorry Judge Du--" she stopped herself from saying his last name due to the fact she couldn't even pronounce it without mistakenly calling him Dumbass. "…just call us by our first names please."

The Judge let out an annoyed sigh. She heard it…even he heard it. "Okay, Derek and Casey, you're here for an annulment it seems."

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Casey awoke from a side-spliting headache that pounded to no end. She stared blankly at the sheet wrapped around her. Casey started to panic but she had to know so she slowly lifted up the sheet and just like she figured…she was naked. "Oh shit." She ran a hand through the front of her hair and looked around. Casey had no idea who she shared this bed with and how she got into this room; this room she surely didn't check into last night, but she knew why this happened…it was because of that damned alcohol. Casey looked to the right side of her, where her bedmate slept, and saw that necklace. That damned necklace. That damned necklace with that damned silver circle hanging down from the lining and immediately she knew who the identity of her mystery guy was, "Der-EK!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. That same scream that became part of her daily vocabulary. That same scream that was like breathing air because it was so damned repetitive. This time it wasn't that normal complaining or that annoyance because of a prank he pulled, it was because of what she saw in front of her.

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Derek stood in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror, smacking his face to make sure he was awake. He slowly brought his hands to the left and right knobs of the faucet. He let the cool water run in his hands as he brought it to his face, trying to wash off the indiscretions he knew was the night before. The water ran down and he felt cool metal on the left side of his cheek. Derek furrowed his eyebrows and he slowly focused his eyes on his left hand while it inched away from his face, turning it around to see the back of it. Starting from his thumb all the way to his pinky then immediately back to his ring finger. "Oh shit." He could hear her yelling his name in that annoying screech that he became so fond of because it told him his job here was done. This time it wasn't one to be fond of, it was one that he was expecting to hear because of what he saw in front of him.

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"Derek! Der-REK! DEREK!" She screamed all at once as she gathered her clothes from the floor, quickly putting them on. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She muttered to herself and there he finally came out. Clad in his boxers and all Casey could think was something had to have happened if he was wearing that and she woke up with nothing on. "Shit."

"Casey…" He slowly paced over to her. Derek could see the panic written on her face as she stared at him with those wide blue eyes. He could tell she knew the same thing he did and she was going to give him hell for it. He had no clue how the hell they got into the predicament they were in—oh wait he did. "Damn you, alcohol!" He muttered aloud to himself as he stood there in front of her.

Casey glared at him, "What was that, Derek?" she slowly walked toward him and immediately he had a reflex to pace backwards from the angry Casey he knew not to mess with.

"No-nothing, Casey. Heh-heh…" letting out a laugh to try and wipe the glare off her face. Honestly he had no idea why she was so angry toward him because he was just as surprised as she was.

"Do you know what the hell happened yesterday?" She muttered, still pacing toward him.

Derek shook his head and was stopped in his tracks as his back smacked against the hotel wall, "Ow…uh…I just found out this morning, Case. Don't kill me," he told her as he brought his hands out in front of him for protection.

Casey knew she was just taking out her anger on Derek. It was something she always did. It was what she lived to do. Displacement was the name for that. Psychology was her major and right now it was kicking in. Casey immediately stopped her glaring and her pacing all together and groaned, raising her arms up in frustration, "We slept together last night?!"

Derek laughed and saw the glare come back. Immediately he knew she had no idea what he knew. What he knew would make her even more crazy. Even more angry. "Umm…Casey, that's the least of our problems…" He saw her eyebrows furrow together and he was ready to hear it, "Casey…" and at that moment Derek was terrified. Never in his life had he been this terrified…and shockingly it was being terrified of Casey. Casey Mc—wait…Casey Venturi, the girl he had a blast torturing over the years and never gave a damn if she was pissed at him or not. Now was the first time he was terrified. There he saw her face, glare and all, waiting for a response from him and he realized his mouth would open for one second only to be closed the next.

Casey crossed her arms and tapped her foot, "Derek, what is it? It can't be any less worse than us sl--" she cringed, "doing you know what. So come out with it!" she demanded. While she saw him a bit shaken up, she kept trying to think back about what happened last night. She would immediately be shaken out of her thoughts when he slowly brought out his left hand in front of her face.

"Uhh…Casey…"

Casey's eyes grew even more wide, if that's even possible, "Derek…" she shook her head slowly and her eyes darted to her own left hand glancing from thumb to pinky then back to her ring finger. "Oh shit."

"Same thing I said." He saw her slowly turn her head to look at him and the only thing that he could register at that moment was how it reminded him of The Exorcist. Derek even saw flashes of the possessed girl's head meshing with Casey's. He tried to pace backwards and away from her but his back was already against the wall. There was no escape. The glare was back and she could see her face fill with anger. Those blue eyes weren't so blue anymore, he saw red. He laughed nervously, "Uh…hey hey there wife." Immediately Derek knew that was the worst thing he could've said at the moment.

Casey was seeing red. Red like what would become of Derek's body when she was done with it. "Derek," she muttered, "we're married?" she added much emphasis onto the word married, continuing to glare all she could. She figured out that all this glaring was giving her even more of a headache but it wouldn't stop her.

Derek looked down at both their left hands and looked back at her, "Uh…it sure seems that way."Derek jokingly gave her punch on the shoulder to help her lighten up, "Hey there, Mrs. Venturi!" and immediately she smacked his hand away with all her strength. Derek frowned, "Ow…" he rubbed his hand and there she stood: The Exorcist 2.0.

- - - -

"Yes." Both Derek and Casey said in unison. At that moment they both looked at one another and glared.

"Okay, so the form here says that you two are requesting an annulment on grounds that Mr. Venturi is impotent." He read aloud and looked up at them as he put the forms down. Casey tensed for a moment and looked at Derek, who was already staring daggers at her. She could see the red rush through to his cheeks and she could even see it in his eyes. Casey offered him a smile and the anger was still there. Casey turned back to look at the judge's face, who now had an eyebrow raised, "Which means you two were unable to consummate the marriage?"

Casey sat there blushing from the pressure of the questions, from the pressure of Derek's glares. "Yes, that is true." Just then Casey, the judge, and even the stenographer could hear Derek snort extremely loud. Casey turned and subtly stomped on his foot. "Derek!" she muttered.

He glared at her once more and stomped on her foot right back, "Casey!" he mocked her.

The Judge cleared his throat once more and the married couple turned to focus their eyes back on him, "What is going on here?" he sighed once more, "Is there something I should know?" raising an obvious eyebrow as if he knew something was up.

Casey scooted her chair closer to the desk and put her hand on the Judge's to assure him. He brought his face down and blankly stared at her hand on his. Casey immediately knew he wasn't happy with her form of assurance so she pulled back, "Nothing is going on here, your honor. My husband is just being silly that's all," she tried her hardest to convince him with her words, even brightly smiling at him. The judge looked at Derek, who was extremely pissed off at the moment. Casey looked at him and threw him a stare to go along with her, "Right, Derek?"

Derek had enough. He was embarrassment. He had an ego the size of all of North America and right now he wasn't going to let it get any smaller. "Consummate?" He laughed out loud as he stared between the judge and Casey, who turned a nice pretty shade of scarlet red, "I consummated this marriage the night of. I could consummate it a second time right here, right now! Impotent my ass!" he muttered, "If I were so impotent, Casey, then you wouldn't have enjoyed it!"

Casey face stayed red. There went their plan. Their plan was ruined, "You stupid son of a bitch!" She smacked his shoulder as hard as she could.

"Settle down you two!" The judge demanded as his voice got louder. Derek and Casey turned their attention to the judge once more, where both were breathing heavy from the anger that built up inside of them. "Is there anything on this form that is true?"

Casey threw one more evil glare toward Derek and focused her attention back on the judge, "No. Truth is we were drunk in Vegas and we got married."

"As well as consummating the marriage and lying about it too," he continued in an annoyed manner and Casey knew things weren't going to work out now. She felt stupid for doing what she did. For lying on the dumb annulment forms, but she wanted to get back at Derek and his annoying teasing throughout the time they found out about this.

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"We're married…" she repeated to herself and Derek just wanted to shut her up already, "We're f-ing married." Casey over to the hotel bed and sat on the edge, "We're seriously married."

"Casey!!" He groaned aloud and she glared at him once more, "We're married! I know! I'm the other person in this marriage so you don't have to remind me!"He took a seat next to her, "We had a pretty crazy night if you can recall--"

"That's just it, Derek!" she looked over at him, "I can't recall any of it!!"

"Oh." Derek said blankly, "Well me either. I don't remember it either. Especially us getting married." He let out a laugh and Casey still didn't, instead she buried her head in her hands and Derek could hear her start to sob. He sighed, "Shit…Umm…uh…Casey. Don't cry." He wanted to reach up and rub her back or something but he pulled them back and left his hands where they were. "We could just get a divorce," he offered.

Casey let out a tiny laugh. A pathetic laugh. Here she sat on a hotel's bed, next to her husband. Derek Venturi. Her step-brother. The bane of her existence. The annoying itch that never went away. All she wanted was to come to Vegas for her 21st birthday and now here was what she got. The craziest birthday present ever. A marriage. "I just turned 21…" she threw out another pathetic laugh, "and I'm already going to be divorced. We're," she motioned a hand between the two of them, "going to be divorced."

"Oh come on, wife. It just must be hereditary." He laughed once more to rid her of her panic and yet again he made no progress. Derek let out another sigh, "Casey," and nudged her, "We have to get a divorce, Case. It's our only option to undo this drunken mistake."

Casey sat up straighter, "There is another option, Derek!" she looked at him excitedly, "Annulment!"

Derek clapped his hands in sarcastic excitement then blankly stared at her, "What the hell is that?"

She immediately rolled her eyes at him, "It voids our marriage and erases it forever without contesting to divorce."He nodded slowly as he tried to understand, "Yeah, annulment." Casey sighed and stared ahead, "What the hell happened yesterday?"

"I don't know Casey. I just remember hearing you scream my name, really loud I should add, over and over and over and over and ove--" He was shut up when the back of Casey's left hand ran a smack across his left cheek.

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"Consummating a marriage nullifies your grounds for an annulment." He told them seriously.

Derek and Casey both groaned aloud. Casey was extremely pissed off at the moment. All she could think about was if that stupid husband of hers just pretended to be impotent for one minute then they wouldn't be married any more. But no, he just had to keep his ego as big as it already was and now they were in a pickle.

Derek was extremely pissed off at the moment too. All he could think about was how stupid Casey was to lie on the dumb forms. How she had to lie about something she even knew wasn't true. And now, because she was so stupid, they were still married.

"So what now? Divorce?" Casey asked with such concern that both she and Derek sat up straight in their chairs, where they were awaiting an answer that'll hopefully dissolve this mistake of a marriage.

Judge Dumas sat up straight along with them. He was peeved to say the least. Here sat in front of him two young adults, who made a stupid mistake and he thought now was the perfect time to teach them a lesson. He took off those thick glasses as he intertwined his fingers while he continued to stare at the two concern-filled faces in front of him, "I would tell you that you two have to file for divorce but, unfortunately, I don't even think I can do that."

Derek laughed nervously, "Uh…hold on there, Judge Otis. Wh-what do you mean we can't file for divorce?"

"Have either of you two had sexual relations outside the marriage?"

Derek and Casey looked at one another and shook their heads toward the judge, "No." They both told him.

"Are either of you physically or mentally abused by the other?" Derek and Casey shook their heads once more. He sighed, "And it's obvious that you two haven't been married for long. Law states that you two must be separated for a year in order to file for divorce to show proper marriage breakdown."

Casey quickly buried her head in her hands for what seemed like the 100th time in the last few days since they got back. Derek honestly felt bad for Casey and he knew that neither of them wanted to be in this marriage. He turned his attention to the judge, "Can't one of us just sleep with another person and then we can get out of this marriage. I mean we aren't in love and we certainly didn't marry on purpose."

"I'm sorry Mr. Venturi but that what you said right there would be known as Connivance," Derek was about to open his mouth but the judge decided to help him out, "It's when one of you encourages the other one to commit a marital offence so you can get a divorce." Derek still had confusion on his face and Casey decided to look up and pay attention too, "For example, Casey asks you to sleep with someone else so that you two could get a divorce."

Derek's mouth formed a big 'O', "Is that right…"

"Yes. So it seems that you two are going to have to stick it out for a year, then you could get the divorce you so badly need."

Derek blankly turned his head to look at Casey, "Are you happy now? Are you seriously proud of yourself? Look at what you did with your stupid, stupid forms, Case!"

Casey glared right back at him, "Am I proud of myself?! You should be the one to blame! You and your stupid ego! If you just agreed with the damn story, we'd be single again but no you just had to prove to two other people that you are still a happy camper down there!" She stared at the judge, "Does this not show some sort of mental abuse because this is what you're keeping married to! He drives me crazy!"

"Enough!" Judge Otis smacked his hammer and the two of them stopped their arguing and looked at him, "One year. You two can come back here in one year unless those other requirements factor in and I mean not on purpose. Now get out of my chambers before I choose to keep you two in jail for a night to shut you up." With that Derek and Casey made their way toward the exit, "And it's pronounced Doo-moss, by the way." Casey and Derek gave each other a stare and quickly got out of there.

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"Great." She muttered as they left the courthouse and huffed over to Derek's car. "I have to stay married to you for a year?!" Derek stopped in his tracks and tried to calm himself down from blowing up at her. Casey annoyingly tried to pull open the door, which was still locked. She turned around and saw Derek standing there, "What the hell are you doing? Let's go!"

Derek finally made his way over to the car. Instead of going straight to the driver's seat, he went over to Casey's side and opened it for her. She stared with massive confusion, "Casey, just get in." She did and he gently closed the door behind her. Derek made his way to the passenger seat, "Separated for a year then we can get a divorce, Casey. I'm not trying to suffer for a year so let's just deal with this as best as we can."

Casey agreed. She knew they were stuck in this predicament now but for some reason she wondered why Derek was the one that was calm. "Weird."

"What?"

"Nothing." She answered almost immediately.

Here was the start of the one-year marital life separation.

lol so yeah...I'm trying to figure out what Imma do next. Reviews will motivate me to sit here and write more :)