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?
Trent could see Daria talking to a waiter while their own waiter was bringing food to the table. She had gone to the bathroom a few minutes beforehand, so maybe she was mentioning a lack of toilet paper? They'd gone out to dinner at a pretty fancy place to celebrate Jane's paintings selling for so much, so Trent figured she was discussing dessert of some sort. When she came back to the table, he just smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulders when she sat down. She kissed him softly and he was intrigued by just how happy she seemed. "Hey. Everything cool?"
Daria laughed low in her throat. "Yeah. Everything's cool."
Pulling his arm off of Daria's back, Trent adjusted the tie he'd worn. He would have chanced just a nice shirt, but Daria had impressed upon him beforehand just how fancy the place was. He believed it when he saw the prices. It was $12 for a salad! But Janey had kicked his shins and told him that she wanted to spend at least $300 for dinner, so he let himself order a filet mignon. He cut into it now and tried it. He moaned audibly around the food in his mouth at the flavor. He'd had steak before, but never this good.
Quinn made a face at him. "Trent, you're making, like, porn noises over that poor steak. It's disgusting."
Daria snorted lightly as she dug into her own steak. "I would think that disgusting would be your lobster. You know they're called the cockroaches of the sea, right?"
"Cockroaches can't really live in the sea, can they?" Quinn looked panicked for a moment.
Jane cut into her Beef Wellington and smiled. "Don't worry, Quinn. I'm sure that they're still more closely related to shrimp than cockroaches, and if you can eat those..."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Quinn dug a chunk of meat out of her lobster and ate it despite her misgivings.
At that moment, their waiter approached the table with a cart. He cleared his throat. "The lady," he indicated Daria briefly, "has requested a bottle of champagne. I've brought over a lovely 1993 Mumm de Cramant for you to enjoy." He took a moment to open the bottle and pour a glass for each of them.
Jane quirked an eyebrow at Daria. "Is this because I said it had to be at least $300? I would have been fine with a margarita, you know."
Daria took a deep breath. "Actually, I'm buying the champagne, and it's not just for you. While I'm very proud of your achievement, and the fact that your nap has made you able to function more like a human being again, I also want to celebrate the fact that I have an agent who wants to take me on. I got the contract in the mail today."
Quinn gasped. "Oh, Daria! Congratulations! I assume you're going to have Mom look over the contract first?"
"Oh course I am, Quinn. But this particular agent represents several of my favorite authors, so I'm pretty confident that she won't be too upset by anything she sees in it." She held up her champagne glass. "So, a toast... to all of us. We're growing up and proving that maybe it isn't so bad after all."
Jane, Quinn and Trent lifted their glasses as well and they all clinked them together and drank heartily.
Putting down her glass first, Quinn sighed. "I'm going to be sad to leave. I actually had fun!"
Swishing the champagne in her glass and watching the bubbles, Daria said, "This visit was significantly better than the last."
Smiling sheepishly, Quinn said, "Is it too late to apologize for the perfume? I mean, it's really the fault of those government people who made it where everything has to be, like, 3 ounces or less. I had a 3.5 ounce container of perfume! One lousy half ounce!"
Trent looked up from his steak. "Why didn't you just ship it back home? Don't they even have places for that in the airport now?"
Quinn opened her mouth to reply, but frowned. "Um, oops?"
Daria cut off another piece of steak. "Hey, the smell's almost gone now. And you've mostly redeemed yourself. In fact, next time you're going to be in town, you can call me directly and not have Mom do your dirty work."
"Daria! Like I would ask Mom to talk to you for me." She grinned. "Okay, was it that obvious?"
Jane took another swig of champagne. "Even I figured that one out. And, damn! I could get used to this. Good friends, good food, some bubbly alcohol... If I needed any more motivation to make it doing this art thing, this is it."
Trent grinned. "I hope it happens, Janey. It couldn't happen to a better sister."
"So, if Penny's... whatever it is she's doing now takes off and becomes bigger, then what?"
"If tree bark lampshades become the new thing, I'm sure you'll do it better."
Jane nodded and struck a fighting pose. "I'd take birch bark and dye it with blood!"
Daria snorted. "The blood from cutting off your ear?"
Grinning, Jane said, "Nah, a boob. You still have one's Dr. Shar gave you, right? I might need to borrow one."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "You guys are so weird!"
Trent looked up from his steak again. "What's that about a boob?"
"Trust a man to focus only on the important parts of the conversation," Jane said as she aimed at Trent's shins with her foot.
Looking shocked as Jane's foot found its target, Trent said, "Hey! What did I do?"
Daria kissed his cheek. "You were a man. Some women get mad about that sometimes."
Trent shivered momentarily. "Ms. Barch. I never could tell if she hated me or was hitting of me."
Jane grimaced. "I think I'm going to lose my Beef Wellington."
When dinner was over and they were back at the apartment, Quinn made quick work of packing her bags. She sat them by the door and yelled, "Daria! I'm ready!"
Jane came down the stairs. "How about I drive you?"
"Really? Well, let me at least go say goodbye the Daria." Quinn set down her purse.
Putting a hand on Quinn's arm, Jane said, "Um, you might want to just call her tomorrow."
"Oh?" Quinn's eyes windened. "Oh! I take it she's, uh, celebrating? With Trent?"
Jane nodded. "Yeah. They were getting a little moony and I gave 'em the go ahead. I'd rather get out of here before they get loud."
"Eh, it could be worse."
Quinn shuddered. "Ms. Barch."
Jane mirrored the action. "Yuck." She picked up Quinn's smaller suitcase. "Come on. Time's a-wastin'!"
Picking up the rest of her luggage, Quinn followed Jane out the door. "Oh, and Jane?"
"When that James guy calls tomorrow? Do not second-guess yourself. Go on the date. Have fun. Forget Tom and enjoy being with an attractive guy who wanted your number when you were, well, rumpled. I mean, he never even asked for *my* number!"
"Then maybe it *is* true love!" Jane said as she popped the trunk to her car. "Get in, princess. Jane's gotta go where the open road takes her!"
After piling her luggage carefully in the trunk, Quinn shut it smoothly and said, "As long as that road takes us past the airport and you're willing to pause for a moment, I'm game."
Jane nodded as she put on her seatbelt. "Hmm... deal."
End: Chapter 20.
Part 11b NC-17