To Sleep, Perchance to Dream
By Devarie Hunter
Summary: Jane does some thinking about relationships. Set during Season 5.
Daria and all its characters are property of MTV. I don't own them, and I'm using them without permission-Nyeah nyeah! : )~
Love is a strange thing. What other emotion can make you happy, sad, angry, and jealous all at once? Then, of course, you have the different kinds of love-parental, brotherly or sisterly...romantic. And how do you know when you're in love? And the million-dollar question is this: Why do we sometimes fall in love with someone that we know will never love us in return? Hmmm...I wonder if Regis would let me use a lifeline for that one? Probably not.
In the years that I have known Daria, I've never seen her show much emotion of any kind. The one time I remember was after she'd had her car wreck on her way to the Sloanes' getaway for those with more money than they know what to do with-a.k.a. "The Cove." When I came to pick her up, she hugged me so hard I thought she was going to bust a rib! It shocked the hell out of me, but it felt great at the same time. I guess now I know why.
Yes, I have finally come to the conclusion that I, Jane Lane, artiste extraordinaire, am bisexual. It took a jolt of reality at the art colony and some serious soul-searching to figure that out. Damn artistic, brooding, introspectiveness! I wonder if "introspectiveness" is a word? Have to ask Daria about that one. Anyway, I've also come to realize that what I feel for Daria is definitely more than friendship. And I know that I can never be with her.
Aside from the fact that she is currently dating Tom, Daria has never given the slightest inclination that she is anything but straight. First, there was the crush on Trent, then the thing with Ted-whatever you want to classify that as-then back to Trent, and now here we are. Even so, as we sit here watching T.V. together I can't help thinking "what if..."
Looks like the show has fascinated her so much that she dozed off. She leans her head on my chest, probably unaware of what she's doing. I wait until I'm sure she's asleep, put my arm around her, and smile to myself. It's good to know that even though I can't have her, at least I can hold her once in awhile. I lean back against the couch, feeling her slow and steady breath against my body. Soon, I join her in sleep and dream that she's mine.
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There you have it, folks--my obligatory slashfic. I hope you like...it came from the heart.
Send any questions, comments, and especially praise to Rocketrider2k@aol.com
By Devarie Hunter
Summary: Jane does some thinking about relationships. Set during Season 5.
Daria and all its characters are property of MTV. I don't own them, and I'm using them without permission-Nyeah nyeah! : )~
Love is a strange thing. What other emotion can make you happy, sad, angry, and jealous all at once? Then, of course, you have the different kinds of love-parental, brotherly or sisterly...romantic. And how do you know when you're in love? And the million-dollar question is this: Why do we sometimes fall in love with someone that we know will never love us in return? Hmmm...I wonder if Regis would let me use a lifeline for that one? Probably not.
In the years that I have known Daria, I've never seen her show much emotion of any kind. The one time I remember was after she'd had her car wreck on her way to the Sloanes' getaway for those with more money than they know what to do with-a.k.a. "The Cove." When I came to pick her up, she hugged me so hard I thought she was going to bust a rib! It shocked the hell out of me, but it felt great at the same time. I guess now I know why.
Yes, I have finally come to the conclusion that I, Jane Lane, artiste extraordinaire, am bisexual. It took a jolt of reality at the art colony and some serious soul-searching to figure that out. Damn artistic, brooding, introspectiveness! I wonder if "introspectiveness" is a word? Have to ask Daria about that one. Anyway, I've also come to realize that what I feel for Daria is definitely more than friendship. And I know that I can never be with her.
Aside from the fact that she is currently dating Tom, Daria has never given the slightest inclination that she is anything but straight. First, there was the crush on Trent, then the thing with Ted-whatever you want to classify that as-then back to Trent, and now here we are. Even so, as we sit here watching T.V. together I can't help thinking "what if..."
Looks like the show has fascinated her so much that she dozed off. She leans her head on my chest, probably unaware of what she's doing. I wait until I'm sure she's asleep, put my arm around her, and smile to myself. It's good to know that even though I can't have her, at least I can hold her once in awhile. I lean back against the couch, feeling her slow and steady breath against my body. Soon, I join her in sleep and dream that she's mine.
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There you have it, folks--my obligatory slashfic. I hope you like...it came from the heart.
Send any questions, comments, and especially praise to Rocketrider2k@aol.com