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The Memories Saga	By : acepilot87 Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 7260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Daria, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Making Of A Memory
- 2-Just How High I Was Flying
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BRITTANY GOES TO JAIL The Making of a Memory (1/?)
Acepilot87
Disclaimers - Daria and all associated characters are property of MTV Animation (I think). I made the plot, because the scriptwriters are too stubborn to do it themselves.
Pairing - Daria/Jane
Rating - M
Notes - Anything in ' ' is either internal (mind) dialogue, or someone quoting a previous conversation.
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I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells ring in the wild skies
I knew from that moment on
That I would love her 'til the day that I died
And I kissed her a thousand tears
My lady of the various sorrows
Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen
Some kept, safe tomorrow
On an endless night silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle...jangle
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Like I love you?!
- Nick Cave, Martyn P. Casey; "Do You Love Me?"

Warmth is a wonderful thing. Her mind was still very much on base levels as her eyes flickered open. As her mind tried to clear her retinas from sleep, her other senses kicked in and began to take in what was around her. Warmth. She was wrapped in the most wonderuful warmth she had ever been subjected to in her life. It was so wonderful that it made her want to forget about waking up and moving. It made her want to forget about leaving this position for the rest of her life. She blinked a few times before she finally began to recognise her true surroundings. She was facing a padded wall. A lamp sat on a bedside table next to her. This was not her room. But she knew whose it was. One night alone. That was all it had taken. One night alone.

--- Flashback ---
"Tell me again why I'm doing this?"
"Because I asked you to, and you're my best friend."
"You're only half-right."
"I didn't ask you to?"
"Yes, you did ask me. But you're not my best friend any more."
"Come on, I needed a model."
"Why can't you artists imagine people instead of conning them to get
into all sorts of ridiculous poses."
"You're just lying there! Be thankful it's not a nude."
"If it were a nude, you would not only not be my best friend, but you
would also be flying ass-first out the front door."
"True, true."
"Are you almost done?"
"The more you talk, the longer it takes me."
"That a not-so-subtle hint for me to shut up?"
"Got it in one."
.....
"You know, this is very therapeutic."
"You can't say that and expect me not to talk."
"*defeated sigh* Fine. Talk."
"Drawing me is therapeutic?"
"Well, do you care how it comes out?"
"That depends. Are you ever going to show it to anyone?"
"No."
"Then no, I don't care how it comes out."
"Good. That's what's therapeutic. Just drawing, no pressure."
"Well, good to know I'm good for something."
"You're good for lot's of things."
"Like what?"
"Being a friend."
"If you say something that sappy again, I may make good on my
previous threat."
"I'm serious. 're 're always...there. Always willing to listen, to
help."
"I wasn't much of a friend when it came to Tom."
"That doesn't count. I forgave you for that. Besides, it didn't go
anywhere...well, not very far, anyway."
"Granted."
....
"So I'm not really that good a friend after all."
"Will you quit it with that?! You are an excellent friend, the best
anyone could hope for."
"You mean that?"
"Yes! Will you take my word for it now?"
"Alright."
"You don't have to be so reluctant about it."
"Tough."
"Alright, I'm done."
"Can I see?"
"Yeah, one minute."

--- Back to present ---

She gently stroked her fingertips up and down the back of the arm
that was wrapped around her waist. This was, she had to admit, a
beautiful way to wake up.
She hoped that she would be able to wake up like this for some time
to come.
'It's not possible. We couldn't have...could we?'
'Do you seriously think that the two of you have taken to sleeping
naked spooned up against each other just for the fun of it? You had
sex, girl.'
She fought valiantly to ignore the voices that decided to invade her
head.
She felt the warmth behind her stir.

--- Flashback ---

"Close your mouth, Daria."
Daria promptly did as requested. "Do I really look that good?"
"Of course." Jane grinned. "You think I'd embellish to make you feel
better about yourself."
"Yes."
Jane pondered this for a moment. "You're right, I would. But I'm not.
You do really look that good."
Daria looks in fascination at the painting. "What did I do to deserve
you?"
"The world will never know."
"No, I'm serious - "
"Daria, will you let it go? You're a great friend. And even if you
weren't, I'd still want to be around you because of the kind of
person you are."
Daria raised an eyebrow. "What kind of person am I?"
Jane shrug "Y "You're the kind of person who doesn't care what
people think of them - well, most of the time, anyway. You always
speak your mind. You have this uncanny knack to piss just the right
people off, right when they deserve it the most. You're...you're very
rare. You are, I can say without a doubt, the only one of your kind
in Lawndale."
Daria stared at Jane in amazement. "That is the nicest thing anyone
has ever said to me."
Jane shrugged. "What are best friends for?" She returned to her
canvas to put the finishing touches on her painting.
"I love you."
In a movement so fast it was barely perceptible, Jane's head whipped
up and around to stare at Daria. "What?" Her voice was half filled
with fear.
Neither Jane nor Daria could be quite specific as to what the other
half of her voice expressed.
"I really do. I never let you know how much I appreciate you being
here. How much I appreciate the fact that we're friends, and that
you're always there for me. I love you, and I hope you never leave."
Daria's normally expressionless voice had taken on a new dimension -
she grew steadily more teary as her confession continued, and it
showed in her voice.
Jane wanted to hold her.
Instead of doing something so...out there...she merely turned back to
her painting. She wasn't sure if she could cope with looking Daria
straight in the eye as she said what she needed to. "I love you, too.
You're my best friend, and without you this town would still be the
pathetic excuse for a place to live that it's always been. I am so
glad you came here. You have no idea."
"Oh, I think I do."
Jane felt a hand on her shoulder.
She stiffened quite significantly.
"Are you going to look at me?" Daria asked.
Jane shook her head.
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid of what might happen if I do." Jane choked out her
admission.
"What do you think will happen?"
"We'll do something we might regret."
"Why might we regret it?"
Jane breathed deeply. This hand on her shoulder business was starting
to drive her to distraction. "Because...some lines shouldn't be
crossed...like...friendship and..."
"Love?"
"Ah...yeah..." Jane gulped, "something like that, yeah."
"Don't you think it's too late for that?"
Jane nodded. "Probably."
"Then what have we got to lose?"

--- Back to Present ---

"Good morning." The warmlantlanted a kiss on her shoulder.
"Hey." She muttered back, not turning to face her newfound lover.
This was, apparently, noticed. "Something wrong?"
She shook her head. "No...I'm just..."
"What?"
"Scared."
Her lover's hand started moving gently up and down her forearm, the
same as she had been doing just minutes ago. "Scared of what?"
She searched her mind for some plausible phobia. "That if I turn
around I'll find out this never happened. That I'm imagining it all."
"That was pathetic, you know that?"
'You KNEW that was never gonna work.'
'Shut up.'
"You were afraid I was going to regret it, weren't you? Or I was
going to say, oh...'Thanks for the sex, see you at school tomorrow?'"
She nodded, slowly, sadly. "I'm sorry I think that about you...I know
you'd never do that - "
"It's okay."
Finally, she turned in her lover's embrace. "But I know better than
to think you'd do that."
"Love makes you do crazy things."
She stared in those deep black eyes and nodded. "I love you."
"I know."
And as Daria Morgendorffer lent over and kissed Jane Lane, everything
was right with the world.

--- Flashback (last one, I promise) ---

"Nothing. We have nothing to lose."
Jane wasn't aware of how she came to be on her feet, facing the girl
to whom she had just more-or-less confessed her love. But once she
was there, it was kind of a moot point anyway.
Daria had lent in and kissed her.
It was so gentle, and kind, and loving, and...
It wasn't enough.
Jane slid her arms around Daria's waist and crushed the other girl to
her, pressing at her lips for an opening...and when there finally was
one, she exploited it fully, her tongue plundering Daria's mouth
deeply.
She seemed to lose track of where she ended and Daria began - it all
melted in together...it was a truly breathtaking experience. Daria's
hands had somehow snaked around her neck and pulled her downwards,
trying to deepen the kiss...something Jane would have thought
impossible.
"God, I love you so much." Jane gasped against Daria's lips as they
finally broke for breath.
"I know. I love you too." Daria was a touch more composed, having had
a few more seconds to get her mind back to normal after the mind-
blowing experience the pair had just shared.
Then they were back at it, like lovers reunited after a decade apart.
'Maybe that's what we are,' Jane pondered. 'Maybe we were always
meant to do this, and we were just too stubborn to admit it. Maybe
we're
soulmates.'
It was only due to the dizzying effects of Daria's lips on hers and
the other girl's tongue in her mouth that Jane even considered
soulmates. She didn't put much faith in love and certainly didn't
believe that people could be preternaturally destined for each other.
But the way it felt to have Daria in her arms, to have her body
pressed so tightly against her own...it was well and truly enough to
make her wonder.
When they broke for air again, Jane realised that the backs of her
knees were up against the bed...her eyes shot wide open, and she
stared at Daria with a question in her eyes.
She decided to verbalise it, just in case. "Daria, are you sure..."
"Shhh," Daria whispered, "just go with it."
Jane nodded slowly as they came together yet again, and she felt
Daria's hands slide under her shirt, gently stroking her back...she
moaned into Daria's mouth, and reciprocated the gesture.
After that, it was a mere blur of events for Jane...the shedding of
clothes, the touch of skin on skin...here a hand on a breast, there a
finger brushing her clit...and their hips thrusting in some
instinctual, highly pleasurable - if reproductively useless - dance.
Daria had cried out her name over and over again, and Jane knew she
was right there with the love of her life, having to restrain herself
from letting loose some decibels that would have had the neighbours
complaining, padded room or not.
And a while later, the two young lovers basked in the afterglow. Jane
felt her eyes begin to droop closed, and as she finally lost
consciousness, her mind was screaming at her. Screaming at her to
consider what she had just done. Screaming at her to question her
sanity. Screaming at her to wonder if she had just ruined the best
friendship she'd ever had.
But, for the moment, she didn't care.
The memory of the night would last until morning, at least.
She'd worry then.

Fin

Daria is a trademark of MTV & Viacom, as if you didn't know
Note: The story takes place from Brittany's POV.
ONE:
PROLOGUE: A DAY IN COURT
I had just gotten back from cheerleader practice--right after me and
Kevvy had another blowout fight--a fight that ended with menchinching
out that loser. Now make no mistake, I hated to hurt the one I loved, but I
had to do my job as a good girlfriend. I mean, Kevvy CAN be a jerk, but he
can't help it, I think.
Anyhow, I had come home--and EEP!! I saw several police officers (one of them in a
plainclothes suit), in addition to mom and dad, who seemed rather distressed,
and one of them spoke, "You Brittany Taylor?"
"Uh....," I said. "sure...." Turning to my mom, I asked, "Did we have a robbery....?"
"No, it's worse," said my mom.
"They've.....Brittany, they've come for you...."
"Name's Detective Sgt. Garrison Stuart," said the plainclothes man. "I hate to be
the bringer of bad news but.........Miss Taylor, you're under arrest on assult and
battery charges regarding your boyfriend, Kevin Thomson."
Now THAT, I didn't expect. It had to be some big joke.
"EEP!!" I squeaked. "It's, like, GOT to be a mistake."
"It's no mistake, Brittany," my mom, Ashley Amber said sadly. "They're
telling you the truth."
"Kevin's parents," said my dad, Steve, "reported the incident regarding
the fight which ended with your punching your boyfriend; in fact, they also
told the police all the abuse you gave to Kevin through the years. Anyhow,
they just came here, and...."
"Now just a minute!!" I blurted. "Like, that is goin' too far!! I had a good right to
beat up my Kevvy--he was an insensitive jerk, he and his hormones were chasing all
the other girls, he was a dumb LOSER........I was just doing my job, to do what was
right. I mean, I always thought the police would be more sympathetic to women."
"Not any longer," said Det. Sgt. Stuart. "The laws have changed in Lawndale. Besides,
ignorance of the law is no excuse."
Despite the protests from my mom and dad, I was soon taken in cuffs and to a police cruiser,
glancing out the window at what could be the last time, my home known as Crew Neck....
In a few days since my arrest, I was now in court, with much of Lawndale High's students--
Jodie, Mack, the 3 J's, The Fashion Club, Daria, Jane, Lisa, Angie and Nikki--with Ms.
Angela Li as the foreperson of the jury. And despite the efforts of Helen Morgendorffer
trying to defend me, the situation didn't, like, look good. Once, I protested several
times against the bad stuff they had against me, saying "I object!!" and the judge said,
"Objection overruled!!" In short, it was as if the jugde was on the side of Kevvy's folks.
At one point, the judge said to me, "Brittany Taylor, you stand accused of assult and
battery charges regarding your boyfriend, Kevin Thomson. How do you plead?"
"Your honor," I said testily, "I was only doing what I thought was right."
That was when someone in the crowd said, "She's guilty as sin!!"
In the end....long after the jury came back from their decision, the judge said, "Did the
jury reach a verdict?"
"We did, your honor," said Ms. Li.
"Then make your statement."
After a long pause (and a drag on her cigarette), Li said, "We the jury declare the defendant
Brittany Taylor.........guilty as charged."
It was as if my world had been dashed in an instant. All my hopes and dreams of collage
sank like a rock, while the crowd gasped and some protested. My dad had a grim look on
his face while my mom cried. Worse still, the judge said,"Brittany Taylor, it seems your
lack of belief in the value of hormones, as you so call it, combined with your bad treament
and respect to anyone else, let alone your boyfriend, is inexcusable. As such, I sentence
you to 40 years in the new A-440 Reform program at one our most state of the art state
hospitals, where your sentence will be served. I wish you well."
"You can't do that to me!!" I protested. "It's a lie!! I was just doing my job as a good
girlfriend!! I want justice!!"
"Baliff," said the judge, "escort that girl to the paddy wagon!!"
Already a burly goon had just cuffed me from behind, and was dragging me out the
door while I screamed," I want justice!! I am a good girl!! I am a good girl!! I am a
good girl!! I am a good girl!! Kevvy, if I get free, I'll get you if it's the last thing I
DO....!!!!"
In the midst of all my wild antics, I could see, out of the corner of my eye, Kevvy crying,
just like my mom, and my dad staring hatefully at me. The next thing I knew, I was tossed
in a van, where some kind of goon in white jabbed a needle in my arm; soon after that,
I passed out....
When I woke up, I was bleary eyed--but not so bleary eye that I didn't notice that I was
naked, tied to a bed on my back, several ropes tied 'round my breasts, which compressed
them till they bulged, a nipple clamp on each of my now rock hard nipples, a ball in my mouth,
a feeling of sexual desire pouring over my body, and no wonder--there, in my vagina, was
a vibrator dildo whirring away. No wonder I felt flushed.....but worst of all, by turning my head,
I could see I was in a padded room....EEP!! Was I dreaming....?
La, la, la, la, la.......
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