Type: long fic, ongoing
Rating: PG-13 (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 the alarm blared the next morning, Daria edged out of the embrace she'd managed to sleep in with Trent and aimed a slap at her alarm clock. To her frustration, she missed and hit the corner of her glasses, sending them to the floor where they bounced on the carpet. She could make out about where they were, but she couldn't quite get to them because of Trent. She shook his shoulder gently, but he only turned and muttered, "Squirrels" before adjusting his head on the pillow and falling asleep again. She shook his shoulder harder and he grimaced and turned onto his stomach. With a sigh, she tried option three: pinch his butt. His head shot up and he turned to look at Daria. "Hey."
Daria grinned. "Hey. Um, I've got to get ready for school. And don't you work?"
"Hmm... yeah. But, I don't have to go in until 9. Tomorrow, I think I go in at 11."
"Maybe that's a good thing. I can use that time to work on homework." She slid the covers down and straddled Trent. He smiled and reached up to grab her hip. "Hmm, maybe tonight," she said as she continued her slide so that she stood on the floor beside the bed. Trent stuck his tongue out at her, but she barely noticed as she crouched down to pick up her glasses. She slid them on and grinned as she took in just how messy Trent's hair was. "You... look ridiculous."
Trent sat up and ran his fingers along the side of her face. "Well, you look beautiful."
Daria felt a blush heat up her cheeks. "You're amazing," she said quietly as she leaned into his caress.
Standing up, Trent pulled her into a long hug, dropping a kiss onto the top of her head for effect. "You're the amazing one. And last night... Wow."
"I concur." Grinning stupidly, Daria pulled out of the embrace. "Let's go have breakfast."
"Mmm... breakfast. I love breakfast."
They walked downstairs together, though Trent seemed to still be half-asleep as he started to head off in the wrong direction until Daria took his hand and pulled him the right way. Daria could hear Jane already in the kitchen, and was reasonably certain she smelled pancakes. "Hey," she said as they entered the kitchen. Jane gave no response. Laughing to herself, Daria let go of Trent's hand and walked up next to Jane and waved a hand in front of her face.
"Aah!" Jane threw the spatula she was holding at Daria and gasped. "Daria! Make some noise next time!"
Daria rolled her eyes and first pointed to Jane, and then gestured to her own ears. Jane's eyes widened and she grinned sheepishly as she pulled out the ear plugs she had apparently slept in. "Good morning, Jane. I take it you slept well?"
"Like a baby. Well, if that baby had parents who went at it loudly in the next room. And, y'know, didn't have teeth coming in, or an upset stomach, or a wet diaper... Actually, come to think of it, babies don't sleep well at all. Who the hell coined that phrase?" She shook her head as though physically ridding herself of the topic. "By the way, pancakes!"
"Thanks, Lane." Daria took two of the plates over to the table and put one in front of Trent who stared at it blankly. Next, she grabbed forks for all of them and a bottle of syrup. Trent still gave no response. "Jane, how does Trent take his coffee?"
Jane frowned. "Hmm... milk and 3 sugars?"
Daria shrugged and prepared two cups of coffee. She put the sweeter one in front of Trent and then snapped her fingers to get his attention. He saw the cup and grabbed in, drinking down half of the steaming hot brew in one long chug before letting it come back to rest on the table. "Hey, pancakes!" he said as he grabbed for the syrup and poured a drizzle over everything.
"Yes, Trent, pancakes. You should thank Jane for making them."
"Thanks, Janey. Sorry, had a long night." He paused to take a bite of pancake, chewing quickly so he could talk more. "It was a good night, though."
Daria blushed. Jane grinned. Trent ate pancakes.
After breakfast, Daria gave Trent a kiss and stood up from the table to take her dishes to the sink. "I'll get it," Trent said.
"Thanks." She gestured toward the doorway. "I'm going to go get ready for school."
Jane watched her friend walk away and grinned, happy that 'The Misery Chick' was finally learning some happiness. Now if only she could find some again! "Hey, Trent, are there any eligible bachelors at this grocery store you work at?"
"Hmm." Trent stroked his chin absentmindedly. "Maybe. You want me to set you up with someone, Janey?"
"Anything in particular you're looking for in a guy?"
"Alternative, but not in a way that's like everybody else. He needs to be cool with piercings. And art. In shape, and able to keep up with me. Cute, but not too cute. And cannot have a name that starts with a 'T'." Jane ticked off the items on her fingers as she spoke, and balled up her hand at the end and grinned at Trent. "Got it?"
Jane rolled her eyes, but then raised an eyebrow. "*Like* Jesse, but not. Preferably a little less of a slacker?"
"Got it, Janey. I'll look around and see who I can find."
"And, it should go without saying, but how about someone you can stand?" Jane piled up the plates and forks and carried them to the sick, turning on the hot water so she could rinse most of the syrup off of the plates before loading them in the dishwasher.
Trent followed with the coffee cups. He loaded them into the dishwasher and went back to grab the syrup bottle and put it away. "Hey, Janey?"
Jane turned from where she'd crouched down to get the dishwasher soap under the kitchen sink. "Yeah, Trent?"
"Do you think I'm good enough for Daria?"
"Short answer? Yes."
"How about the long one."
Jane poured a measure of soap into the dispenser and closed it, then shut the dishwasher and turned it on. "Hmm. Um, give me a second to muddle through this. Okay, Daria is really awesome. She's smart, like genius-level smart. She should probably be with someone who's that smart, too, but it wouldn't make her happy. Alternately, you're my brother. For most sisters, there's never anyone who's good enough for their brother. But Daria is. And since you make her happy, then I'm happy about the two of you together. I won't say it doesn't make me a little lonely, but I have a lot more faith in the two of you to not make me feel like a third-wheel than I do in anyone else."
Scratching the back of his head and smiling, Trent said, "Thanks, Janey. I'll try to find the most awesome guy I can for you." He hugged his sister tightly and mussed her hair good-naturedly.
"Trent! I spent 10 minutes doing my hair already!" Jane pushed him away and punched his arm.
"Looks better now," Trent said as he walked away. "I'm gonna shower. I like smelling like Daria, but I don't want that getting mixed up with fried chicken."
Jane snorted. "Aww, you wouldn't want to eat a piece of fried Daria?"
Trent raised an eyebrow and said lecherously, "Raw, not fried." It was at this moment that Daria appeared in the kitchen doorway again, her eyes wide. "Um, hey, Daria."
"You guys aren't just now realizing your cannibalistic urges, are you? Because if you want to eat someone and get away with it, you should find someone who isn't actually a productive member of society. But, female. After all, according to canvassing of cannibals, the tastiest bit you can have is a female forearm. At least, that's what it said in my psychology book last year."
Jane tilted her head to one side for a moment and pursed her lips. "We'll get Quinn if she comes to visit again. That'll be her punishment for spilling that entire bottle of lavender perfume in the bathroom."
Trent nodded. "I thought I smelled lavender in there sometimes."
Daria grinned. "Just remember to save me a forearm. I'll butter it and eat it like corn on the cob."
"That's dark, Daria." Jane smiled.
"You wanted me to make *light* jokes about eating my sister?" Daria approached Trent who leaned down to kiss her. "I've got to head out now. I have to turn in a paper on one end of campus before running to the other side for my first class which I'll almost certainly be late for since I have to turn my paper in *to* my teacher and she doesn't have a dropbox in her office and she is never early. If I'm lucky, one of the campus rent-a-cops will take pity on me and drive me across campus so I don't die asphyxiating on my own vomit."
Jane piped up, "Better than asphyxiating on someone else's!" She reached over to poke Daria's shoulder. "And, hey! If you'd exercise with me sometimes, you'd be able to get across campus better."
"True, but then I'd have no time to watch porn."
Trent scratched his chin. "Porn. That could be fun to do together."
Daria blushed. Jane grinned. Trent looked confused.
"I've... got to get going," Daria said abruptly.
"Have a good day, Daria." Trent squeezed her hand lightly.
Jane chose to wave. "Bye, amiga. Run like the wind!"
Daria turned and walked to the door, but Trent and Jane could both hear her mutter under her breath, "Hey, porn *is* exercise."
End: Chapter 12.
Part 11b NC-17