Even though my name may be Jane I sadly do not own Tarzan. Or Jane. Or anything Disney related. Except a park hopper pass that I kept becuase I love Disney... -cough cough imnotweirdipromise cough cough- anywayyyyys. To the story!

(By the way this is AU... In case you missed that. Yeaaaaa.)

"Look, I know that you didn't want to move again, but it simply couldn't be helped. My research moved. You know how it is, Jane. You know I wouldn't move us around if I didn't absolutely have to." Jane listened to her father, the great Professor Archimedes Q. Porter like she hadn't heard this speech a million times. She loved her father, she really really did, and she loved his research almost as much as he did. However, she had figured out to hide her love for academics about five schools ago. That had been in fifth grade if she remembered her years and dates correctly. They'd still been in England then. It was their sixth year in the United States. She was now a legal United States Citizen, and yet she still proudly displayed her English accent with, what she hoped was, a dignified air.

"Daddy, I know. I'll be fine. C'mon, I'm going to be late for school now. Are you going to drive me or not? I have learned to drive, Daddy. I am capable of driving myself if you'd like." Her father's short face turned down ever so slightly, his green eyes losing a bit of their luster.

"Yes.. I suppose you can." The words were muffled now from being spoken from behind his rather poofy, white moustache. How her father had managed to go bald on top with white hair around his ears, a white moustache, and yet have grey eyebrows was beyond her.

"Of course, I'd still love it if you would drive me Daddy." She gave him one of her small smiles. The ones he'd told her made her look the most like her mother. Jane had inherited her mother's beautiful blue eyes, small nose, light brown, straight hair, and, according to her father, her mother's smile.

"Well then let's go! What are we waiting for?!" She giggled slightly as he high-knee marched to their new door, his skinny and hairy legs exposed.

"Daddy. Pants." She handed him his kahki pants still with a smile on her face. Her father could be forgetful, but that might be why she loved him as much as she did. She wouldn't have him any other way. She knew her mother dying had been kind of hard on him. She would often find him sitting on the couch, butterflies next to him, holding a picture of her. There would be tears in his eyes, but he would never cry, or at least he would never cry in front of her. Whenever he spoke about how they had met (It had been the end of her first day at a job in a coffee joint and she had spilled somebody's smoothie on him. After cleaning him up she'd been intrigued by the books he was carrying and the monarch butterfly he almost always carried around with him and they'd sat down to talk after her shift, and they just clicked.) and how she had saved him. He'd been depressed before then, living his life only to study dead butterflies. They had once been so beautiful to him, but he saw only death. Jane's mother had brought that beauty back into his life, and she had given him his greatest treasure: Jane.

"Right then. Pants. Shirt. Belt. Shoes. Car key. Bow tie. We're all set then yes? You have everything that you need with you?"

"Yes Daddy." His eccentricities had become more pronounced after her mother had died, but Jane didn't care. She'd loved her mother dearly, but in the ten years that it had been she'd come to terms with it. She was happy with just her father, her studies, and, most importantly, her sketch pad.

"Then we're off!" Driving to school on the first day was always an adventure with her father. He never really seemed to know where he was going and he always had to rely completely on the GPS that was, more often than not, completely wrong. Needless to say, Jane had learned how to read a map at a very young age. Once she was in front of the school her father was suddenly quiet. It was her first day as a junior in high school.

"Jane I..." He quietly looked down at his wringing hands placed in his lap. She knew better than to interrupt her father so she sat quietly. It wouldn't take him long to find whatever it was that he was going to try to say to her. "I just want you to know that I love you and you can talk to me about anything, OK?" He turned pleading green eyes on her then.

"Of course Daddy. I love you too." She leaned across the seat of his old jeep and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. I'll see you after school, OK? Right here? Three o'clock." She was talking to him through the open window of the passenger side now, as she stood on the pavement looking at her father in his jeep.

"Right-o!" And with that her father sped away from her. She shook her head with a smile playing at her lips. Taking a deep breath she turned to face her new school. It would be a jungle of unknown territory, but she could handle it. Quickly, she made sure that her boots were still tied. They were tan and went up her legs nearly to her knees. She always wore the same thing on the first day of a new school. Some representation of her mother's favorite color, yellow, her tan boots, and the pendant her father had given her which had saphirre dangling from it. He said it matched her eyes and he always wore his blue bow tie to the first day working with new people. Today Jane had donned a bright yellow dress that seemed to be the longest summer wear she could find. It reached her knees and had a habit of slipping off her right shoulder. Breathing deep once more she decided that she was brave enough to venture forth into her school. It would be fine.

So yea. There's that. Tell me what you thought, honestly and truly, holding nothing back. Tell me if a character was off or something... even though there were only two... I promise Archimedes is going to be more Archimedes-like in future chapters. I just wanted to give him a little depth to start the story off interestingly. Soooo Happy Valentine's Day and all that jazz... Find a reason to smile every day :)