TITLE: Should've Been Easier By Three

AUTHOR: Faith Alana Alastair

DISCLAIMER: : I'm not Mike Judge, who had the original idea, or Glenn Eichler, or Susie Lewis Lynn either. I don't own any of these characters, (except Scott, Natasha, Caine, Jason, Dayton and Maggie.)

FANDOM: Daria

PAIRING: Daria/Jane, Daria/Lindy, Jane/Lindy, Daria/Jane/Lindy. Also Natasha/Jason(oc's) and Andrea/Scott

RATING: NC-17/M/FRAO

SUMMARY/PROMPT: It's College, Now. Daria decides it's time to live a little, now that she's in college.

SPOILERS: Everything through "Is It College, Yet?"

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm not sure where this came from, but after a Daria marathon, I decided to challenge myself a la NaNoWriMo, and managed it. I actually wrote the 50k+ words in this in 12 days.

FEEDBACK: God, please. I love this fic so much, tell me what you think.

DISTRIBUTION: Want...Ask...Have

WORD COUNT: 51,158

Helen stood up from the table. "That was actually delicious, Jake. Would anyone like some coffee?"

Daria nodded. "That sounds great." She stood up, kissing Lindy on the top of her head as she passed. "Dad, want some?"

"Sure, kiddo. Thanks. So Lindy, tell me. Do you like sports?" Jake leaned over, peering at her.

Lindy nodded. "I do, actually. I played soccer when I was little, and I used to go to baseball and football games with my dad all the time."

"What do you say we catch a game while you're in town? I have all the sports channels, we could make some popcorn, knock back a few… sodas…"

Lindy beamed. "Sure, Jake, I'd love to." She looked up, catching Daria's eye across the kitchen.

Daria smiled, turning to the coffee pot. Helen lay a hand on her shoulder. "I didn't even coach him."

Daria nodded. "I know." She turned it on and took down mugs from the cabinet, pouring milk into a little pitcher. "All the times I felt frustrated at him, there were also times I realized the frustration was truly unfounded. He's just a dad, like all dads. He built himself a comfy place where he could watch his kids grow up."

Helen nodded, smiling. "I think we don't give him enough credit."

Daria brought the mugs and milk to the table, setting it down and returned for sugar and spoons. "Speak for yourself."