Type: long fic, ongoing
Rating: light R (so far)
Disclaimer: Daria was not written by me! I only wrote this fic.
Summary: A "What If?" What if Trent moved to Boston after the end of the canon timeline?
When Daria got back to the apartment, she found the door slightly ajar. She pulled her keys from her pocket and braced her thumb against the back of one key and slid it between two fingers as a makeshift weapon like she'd been taught in the self-defense course her mother had made her take before moving to Boston. She pushed the door open slowly with the hand holding her grocery bags and looked inside. Jane was sitting on the couch with a hand up to her mouth and tears drying on the side of her face. "Jane?" Daria dropped the keys back in her pocket and dropped the groceries on the ground and sat on the coffee table in front of Jane. "What's wrong, Jane?"
"I..." Jane wiped her eyes and sniffled. "Tom came over to get his stuff. Since some of it was a little heavier than he thought, I helped him with some of it so he wouldn't have to come back. We got into a fight-"
Daria put a hand on Jane's knee as she said, "Did he hit you?"
Jane sneered. "Ha. If only. No. Um, he kissed me, and then I may have kissed him back, and next thing I know, we're putting his bed to one last use."
"Oh." Daria collected herself for a moment, then reached up to take Jane's hands. "If you're worried about me being upset, I'm not."
"No. If that were it, I'd call it even and get over it. Instead, I'm pissed at myself and afraid because I haven't been taking any birth control and I don't think we stopped to use a condom."
"OH." Daria stood up and pulled Jane with her. "Then we're going to take a quick trip downtown."
"What? To see Tom and tell him off?"
Daria frowned. "No. As much as I'd like to, both of you were irresponsible, so you're both at fault. But, they do make a pill you can take so that you can at least be sure that you won't be, well, you know." She gestured toward the bags. "Let me put the ice cream up and we'll head out. It shouldn't take long, and then we'll dig into it when we get back, okay?"
Jane let out a shaky laugh. "For some reason, I'm imagining what this conversation would be like back in high school."
Letting a smile show briefly, Daria put her arm around Jane. "So maybe I didn't realize that boys didn't actually have cooties until college. Well, most of them. Though, looking into my past, it's no wonder that I expect all boys to do things like try to set their farts on fire."
"Mythbusters tried it. It's possible." Jane leaned agains Daria and smiled. "But, I know what you mean."
"I'm still pretty guarded around people, but you're an exception to the rule, and, to be honest, college, and a boyfriend, and, yes, sex all helped me get more comfortable in my skin, and I'm glad because I know how I would have acted back in high school. I would have turned you to a pamphlet and a school advisor and waited until it seemed you were over it."
Daria rolled her eyes and picked up the bag with the ice cream. She carried it into the kitchen and put the whole bag in the freezer. "There," she said. "Now, let's go."
Jane followed her placidly and gave monosyllabic answers to all of Daria's questions until Daria finally frowned. "Okay, Lane, I know we don't really talk about this, but this has been bugging me for a few minutes. Why weren't you on birth control?"
"Um," Jane bit her lip and wouldn't catch Daria's eye for a moment until the other girl's staring finally got to her. "Okay, fine. So, maybe I was kind of saving myself for no real reason and figured that since I was having no luck in love lately, then there was no point in staying on it for a while."
"You were a virgin?!"
Jane's shoulders slumped. "Yes. Now in the past tense. Over and foolishly done with."
"It's not that bad."
"Not that bad in this case is having a broken hymen from horseriding camp, not losing your cool with your ex, who's also your best friend's very recent ex, and going from arguing to orgasm in 10 minutes."
Daria quirked an eyebrow upward. "Orgasm? And a whole 10 minutes? Are you sure it was Tom?" She shook her head. "You know, I'm not certain I want to continue down that path. However, whatever you want to do about this, I'll be behind you and be there for you to talk to. So, if you want to try to have a relationship with Tom again, you can. And, alternately, if you want to stomp on his man parts and pirouette, I'll be there to catch you if you fall."
"At least now that you're with Trent you don't need to worry about me trying to exact revenge by stealing *your* boyfriend."
"You are having disturbing thoughts today." She pointed to a building across the street. "We're here."
Jane took a deep breath. "Will you come in with me?"
"Of course I will. Did you think I walked you here so that I could take incriminating pictures? No. You're my friend, not my sister."
"I have a feeling you'd do this for your sister, too, Daria."
"Yeah," Daria said as she hit the button for the crosswalk, "but her I would have charged."
It was almost an hour later when they left the building. Jane had perked up considerably from her earlier demeanor, and Daria was more relaxed around her because of it. "Ice cream time!" Jane shouted and blazed the way home.
Daria followed at a more sedate pace, but made it home very shortly after Jane. There was a bunch of red carnations in a vase sitting on the front steps and Jane was sitting next to them, holding the card that had obviously been attached. "Well, Jane, at least he sent flowers?"
Jane shook her head. "Nope." She handed the card to Daria who looked it over. "Daria, I'm over the moon that tonight we'll be under the stars. Love, Trent." She smiled and tucked the card away into her pocket and sat next to Jane. "Why did Tom leave so fast anyway?"
"I may have kind of shoved him out. I knew you didn't want to see him and I was really mad at myself for letting him get to me like that. I panicked."
Taking a deep breath, Daria picked up the carnations and hugged them to her chest. "Look, I know that things ended badly with Tom before. But you're different people now. You lived together long enough to know whether there's a better chance that you're compatible now. I'm a big girl with a boyfriend of my own and I won't give you grief. If I were you, I would at least call and apologize for kicking him out so fast and maybe invite him out for pizza so you can talk."
"Ugh. Talking. Why does it get people into so many messes?"
"So that we can resort to sex, violence, and other means of non-verbal communication, but still feel superior to animals." Daria stood up. "Come on. Ice cream. I need the sugar and it probably wouldn't hurt you, either. But don't let me eat too much. I'm going out with Trent later."
"Oh. Is that what the cheesy card was about?"
Daria stuck out her tongue. "Maybe." She unlocked the door and ushered Jane in before her. "I told him we should do something under the stars. I'm curious to see how he'll interpret this in date form."
Jane forged ahead to the kitchen and pulled down two large bowls. She grabbed two spoons from a drawer and took the ice cream from the freezer. "Guess we'll see. You wanted the peanut butter, right?"
Carefully setting the vase of flowers on the kitchen table, Daria then walked toward Jane. "Yes. And I can take over. I'll know how much is enough when I see it, and then I need to add caramel."
"Daria..." Jane stuck her spoon in her mouth and sucked the melting ice cream residue off of it. "Just... promise me that you'll be careful with Trent."
"If I didn't know how close the two of you are, I'd be offended. But, yes, I'll be careful. I still think it's more likely that he's going to break my heart than the other way around, though."
"That's not the kind of careful I meant," Jane said as she closed the carton of chocolate chip cookie dough.
"Go look in the other bag on the floor in the living room." Daria closed her own carton and brought both cartons back to the freezer. She took a bottle of caramel syrup over to her bowl and poured a healthy drizzle over it.
"Daria, I don't know that Pixy Stix are going to- Oh! Well, I guess I'll put my ear plugs on the nightstand." Jane came back into the room carrying a red Pixi Stik. She tore off the top and tilted her head back, pouring the candy onto her tongue. "Mmm..."
"Careful. You know they say the red ones make you horny."
"What?!" A thin cloud of powder exploded from Jane's mouth suddenly. She laughed and wiped her mouth. "You are horrible, Morgendorffer."
"If I weren't, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself."
"Yeah... I won't argue." Jane took a bite of her ice cream and made a face. "Weird. But... good, I think."
Daria brought a spoonful up to her mouth and slid it inside, careful of a strand of caramel dribbling down. "Mmm..." She swallowed and smiled. "So, do you think Trent would prefer the side-tie lacy panties or the mesh thong?"
Making a face, Jane waved her spoon at Daria. "No. Go away. Your dirty thoughts are attempting to corrupt me."
"You had dirty thoughts years before I did, Jane." Daria dug into her ice cream again.
Jane closed her eyes and tilted her chin toward the sky. "Exactly. I had the thoughts, but not the deeds! You must be the reason behind my sudden fall from grace."
"If you fell from Grace, it's only because that's what you named the couch." Scraping up another spoonful of ice cream, Daria kicked Jane in the shin. "If anyone corrupted anyone, it was you corrupting me. I didn't have a single indecent thought until you introduced me to your brother."
"Then Trent is to blame, and not me." Jane smiled. "I will say that's it's kind of refreshing to be released from virginity now."
"Right, because you needed empowerment and confidence."
"Ah, but think of how I'll be once the confidence I have is grown. Why, I'll be able to ask for a diet soda with just a tiny slice of lemon and three boys will fight over who gets to get it for me!"
"I really should have drowned Quinn at birth. I think that would have qualified me for a Nobel Peace Prize."
"Now you'll just have to try for the Literature one."
"Pulitzer first, then the Nobel." Daria ate the last bite of her ice cream and slid the bowl into the sink. "I think I'll go figure out what I want to wear tonight. Let me know if you need me?"
"Will do." Jane finally pulled out a chair and sat down at the table to eat the rest of her ice cream.
Daria grabbed her bag from where Jane had moved it to the coffee table and headed upstairs, her mind trying to wrap around the possible outcomes of the afternoon's events.
End: Chapter 10.
Part 11b NC-17