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Repression and Repercussions	By : SilentMagi Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 5315 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Daria and characters are all copyrighted to Glenn Eichler and Susie Lewis Lynn, I make no profit off this other than basic enjoyment.

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Repression and Repercussions
Chapter 5

Jane couldn’t believe the sight before her eyes, Daria had just driven up to her house, with another Daria behind the wheel of the convertible. She had come downstairs to pace in the living room, to try and clear her mind of Daria. Staring out the windows behind the TV Jane saw something that didn’t help her state of mind. Hearing the doorbell ring she snapped out of her thoughts enough go over and open the door, where Daria stood waiting, with a guilty look on her face.

Jane stared at Daria for a few minutes wondering if what she was seeing was real. It just couldn’t be. Daria wouldn’t be back, not this soon, especially if she felt that she had raped Jane, but there she was. Reaching out a tentative hand Jane felt her fingers brush against Daria’s coat’s shoulder lightly. Snatching the cloth she pulled Daria in close and hugged her close, fighting the tears in her eyes. She needed Daria to know that she didn’t blame her for anything, and they were still friends. The hug was the only way she could think of doing it, words would have just messed it up. Feeling Daria’s arms close about her, she also felt a pleasing warmth spreading throughout her entire being. This was the warmth she had been craving, the warmth of someone loving you unconditionally, and always being there for you.

Breaking the hug she looked up at Daria with tears stinging the corners of her eyes, and could tell that Daria had them too. Beyond Daria, Jane could just make out the driver of the convertible. She realized that she had been wrong earlier; they were similar, but the driver was definitely older, and she didn’t wear her best friend’s clothing type. No, this was closer to a future version of Daria, and if she remembered accurately, that would make her Daria’s aunt, Amy Barksdale.

Stepping back and waving, Daria nodded for a moment before turning back and waving to her aunt, apparently the signal for Amy to leave, because she drove away as soon as Daria set foot into the house. Daria walked over to the couch and sat down, before looking up at Jane waiting, letting her make the next move. Jane moved across the room and sat down next to her best friend biting her lip nervously.

“Jane, I’m sorry for running away, I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time,” Daria started without meeting Jane’s eyes. “After talking to Amy, I learned several things about myself, and about what happened. I know now what I did wasn’t rape, but I will understand if you don’t want to be my friend anymore.”

Jane put up a hand to halt Daria’s line of thought before letting out a sigh. “Daria, I’ll admit that this might cause problems with anyone else, but we’re too close to let something like that get between us. You stopped when you realized what was happening, that means it wasn’t rape, at least not by any definition I know of.”

Daria nodded before looking away from her friend quietly for a few minutes. “Jane... Amy said I had to talk to you before I do something...” Daria said quietly before pausing and gulping the lump that formed in her throat. Would Jane understand? Could she really tell her the truth? Was that hand on her thigh under her skirt?

Glancing down Daria saw Jane’s arm leading under her skirt, raising it up a few inches. Biting her lip nervously Daria turned and looked into Jane’s lust filled eyes; she knew her own eyes reflected only her fear. Jane leaned over and captured Daria’s lips hungrily sending a slight shiver of passion down her spine even as she felt Jane’s fingers tracing around her entrance. Arching her back Daria moaned loudly, only stopping from falling by Jane’s quick grab.

Blinking her eyes rapidly Daria realized that Jane wasn’t holding her, but rather shaking her arm, trying to wake her up from her day dream. Jane’s gaze was one of worry as she helped her friend regain her seat; the smell hinting at what she felt was the cause of Daria’s bizarre behavior.

“Daria, what did you aunt tell you to do?” Jane asked her own worry plain in her voice.

“She told me to go and get... to go and...” Daria started a few times before stopping with a heavy blush on her cheeks. If she couldn’t tell her best friend, the one person she trusted nearly as much as her aunt, could she actually do it? Could she do what Amy had told her she needed to do?

Pausing for a moment Daria saw herself again, this time however there were two roads before her to follow, marked “coward” and “honest”. The coward road was smooth for a few miles, before it seemed to turn dark and overgrown. On the other hand, the honest road seemed to be nothing but ruts and outcroppings for as far as she could see, but that wasn’t very far due to the underbrush blocking her view. Closing her eyes Daria thought about it, and took a step without looking.

“Amy told me I need to get laid,” Daria said finally, a heavy blush on her pale skin masking most of her face, “She told me that this was a natural desire for women of the Barksdale descent, and I need to accept it.”

Jane stared at her best friend; surprised at the courage it took for Daria to tell her this intimate secret. Daria wasn’t coming on to her, or even putting pressure of any sort on Jane. No, Daria was simply stating a fact that was painful to admit. Slowly Jane took Daria’s hand in hers and smiled gently. “Daria, you know that I can’t be a lover to you, but I want you to know, that I accept you as you are. My best friend, through thick or thin, till we come to bad ends, and longer still. This new discovery doesn’t change that.”

Daria turned and nodded to her friend, the one she feared rejection from the most. She hadn’t even considered Jane as a possible source of relief. No, the dreams of making love to Jane were great, but they had to remain just that, dreams. Anything more would ruin their friendship, the bond between them.

Daria studied Jane for a few minutes, and noticed that Jane lacked a certain luster she normally had when around Daria. She couldn’t really place her finger on it, but it was definitely missing right now. Thinking back, she realized that the last time Jane had it was when she hugged Daria earlier, the spark of warmth and joy upon seeing her friend... and then Daria realized what it was Jane needed. As Daria needed to get laid sometime, Jane needed someone to love her. Not as a lover, but as an almost mother figure.

Jane’s eyes widened in shock as Daria pulled her over into waiting arms. Jane relaxed as she felt Daria hugging her close in a motherly way. The warmth that had faded while Daria talked was returning, she felt she could take on anything, any task, just so long as Daria was there for her at the end. Daria was there to care, to love, to nurture her heart. This was something she needed, and something that she knew now Daria was willing to give.

Trent watched the friends from the top of the stairs with a lop-sided smile. He had heard everything, Daria’s confession surprised him, but he knew that she wouldn’t do anything to harm Jane. Turning away he smiled widely humming a tune that had appeared in his head. “Hmm... needs lyrics...” Trent mused before casting a gaze back over his shoulder and said softly, “Freakin’ friends, till we come to bad ends, we’re freakin’ friends, freakin’ friends. Yeah, I need to write that down.”

Trent disappeared down the hall looking for a scrap of paper and a pencil. He liked Daria, but he didn’t want to risk anything. After all, he wouldn’t know if that cough he’d been having was something serious for three weeks, and Monique had been hanging out with a trashier crowd lately. No, Daria had a bright future ahead of her; he didn’t want to ruin it by exposing her to what he might carry.

Entering his room he pulled out a pen from a groove carved into the doorframe and a piece of paper from under his stereo and began writing.

Downstairs, Daria broke the hug and pulled back enough to look at Jane. The luster had returned, and seemed brighter than before. Giving a small smile of satisfaction, she sat close to her friend, letting the taller girl lean against her as they talked. There was much to be decided, and somehow, deep inside she knew this, Jane was going to help her through it.
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