Disclaimer for all chapters: all Daria characters and whatever else belong to MTV, do, and whoever else created the series.

I write for my pure enjoyment, and make no money writing Daria fanfiction and have no intention of doing so.

Notes: This story starts off as a continuation of Mart of madness, and I will be redoing the last episodes of season four, and the movie Is it fall yet?,with Jane and Daria as a lesbian couple. I use a lot of the series' dialogue and setup, (Episode scripts from Outpost), and rewrite a lot as well, so this will actually come out semi-original. I hope no one will be offended or disappointed with this idea. Anyway, the characters are obviously out of character, but I still hope you will enjoy the story. Thanks, and I greatly appreciate reviews of any sort.


Chapter one

It was six o'clock in the evening when the Payday finally got its power restored and the doors opened to freedom.

Daria was thankful to be free and out of the warehouse, however, she wasn't sure what she thought of her friend at the moment; this day was all Jane's fault.

"If only Jane and Tom hadn't fought, for the millionth time, then Tom would've suffered today and not me," Daria thought bitterly.

"Well, I missed the deadline," Jane said somewhat regretful. She looked at Daria, waiting for a response. Jane frowned when she didn't get one. "Hey, I'm sorry. It's not like I planned for the damn store to lose power and lock us in," Jane tried.

"For four hours," Daria added grumpily and then sighed. "I'm not mad at you," she said stonily.

"Uh-huh," Jane said skeptically. "Come on, I still owe you that pie," she said hoping it would lift Daria's spirits.

"That you do. And I mean it, I'm not mad at you. It's just been a long day," Daria said seriously and then added vehemently, "I'm never coming back here again."

"I agree," Jane said, thankful that Daria's mood really wasn't directed at her.


Jane and Daria sat in their usual booth at the Pizza King with a nearly finished pizza between them.

"So, what time was your deadline?" Daria asked, finishing her third slice.

Jane looked at her, relieved. Daria hadn't spoken to her until now.

Jane looked at her bag of gummy bears dejectedly. "Four, and I would have made it had Tom not…you know."

"Is there anyway you could turn it in tomorrow?" Daria asked.

"Nope. All entries had to be in today; tomorrow is the showing," Jane said.

"Did you still want to go?" Daria asked, but already knew the answer.

"No. I'm a fan of my art not of other amateurs," Jane said proudly.

Daria smirked, "Professional now are we, or just arrogant?"

"Arrogant. I don't get paid for it yet," Jane said smiling.

"So, you gonna talk to Tom about the fight?" Daria asked.

Jane sighed, "Guess I have to. He is my boyfriend and all," she said and added, sincerely, "And really, thanks for coming with me today."

"It's cool, but I suggest you talk more with Tom," Daria said moodily.

"Talk to him about my art supplies so he won't eat them or talk to him so it spares youfrom going with me to replace them?" Jane asked with a smirk.

"Both," Daria answered.

They finished their pizza and exited the Pizza King. They headed for Daria's house. As they walked, they didn't say much.

"So you want to hang out or…?" Daria asked as they approached her walkway.

"Nah, even though I really don't have to work on that sculpture anymore, I feel I should finish it," Jane said.

"All right, I'll talk to you later, then," Daria said and walked up to her door.

"Okay, and thanks again," Jane said.

Daria waved and entered her house.

Jane continued to her house. When she turned onto her street, she was surprised to see Tom's car parked in the driveway. She opened the front door and entered. She saw Tom sitting on the couch.

"Yo," Jane said and continued to the kitchen where her sculpture still sat.

Tom followed her. "Hey," he said stonily.

Jane placed her bag of gummy bears on the table, opened it, and started sorting the bears. Tom watched her in silence.

She looked up at him. "Are you all right? You seem to be exuding the same feelings that Daria had after we got out of the damned Payday," Jane said.

"Daria?" Tom said frowning, "You and she were at the Payday?" he asked.

"Yeah. She came with me to get more art supplies. Why?" Jane said curiously.

"I came over earlier to see you, but Trent said you went to the Payday. Trent and his friend were heading there, so, I caught a ride with them; we got locked in, too," Tom said annoyed.

"So, we were all there and somehow we missed each other. Funny," Jane said amused, but sobered at Tom's glare.

"I was looking for you so we could talk, instead of just yelling unfair things at each other," Tom said crossly.

"So you think you were being unfair," Jane said absently, still sorting her gummy bears.

"Cut it out, Jane, I'm being serious here!" Tom snapped frustrated.

Jane stopped sorting and looked at him surprised. "Fine. Well, I know I was in the wrong and I'm sorry about yelling at you. I should have told you that I was using those gummy bears," she said.

Tom sighed heavily. "Jane, it's not only that. I mean, you exclude me from almost everything in your life lately," he said.

"That's not true," Jane said wounded.

"It is. When it comes to your art, it's all about you," Tom said and quickly added, "And I understand," at the glare Jane gave him.

"Of course I get like that; my art is about me," Jane argued.

"I know, but you ignore me and our relationship so often with these projects that I'm starting to think that you pick these projects to purposely ignore us," Tom said. "And then Daria…."

"What about Daria?" Jane snapped.

"Daria is always the one you run to. Like now for instance, you take her with you to get your art supplies instead of just trying to work things out with me. I could have gone with you, too, you know," Tom said frustrated.

"I know," Jane murmured irritated.

"But really, you didn't want me to go with you, did you?" Tom inquired harshly.

Jane shrugged. "I don't know, Tom."

Tom shook his head. "I don't get how Daria does it," he said annoyed.

Jane looked at him sharply. "Does what?" she demanded.

"You treat her the same way you treat me when it comes to your art, but she seems to understand and accept it better than I do," Tom said. "I can't do it anymore."

"Do what?" Jane asked heatedly.

"Be around when you feel like having me around," Tom answered.

"I don't do that to you and I don't do that to Daria," Jane said firmly, but felt uncertain. "I mean, I know I get caught up in my art, but…."

"I told you, I get it, but it does nothing to help our relationship," Tom said and then sighed heavily, "Look, I think it's just that our relationship has run its course."

Jane looked at him apprehensively. "What are you saying?" she asked softly.

"I'm saying that we fight too often and you don't put in much effort anymore; lately everything seems to be my fault, and then you go running to Daria," Tom said frustrated. "I can't pretend that everything's all right. I'm not happy being like this with you," he said sadly.

Tom waited for Jane to say something, but she only looked at him. He sighed, wearily, "I think we should breakup."

Jane nodded and just looked at her gummy bears. She gave a short, defeated, laugh. "All this over some gummy bears," she said dolefully.

"It's not just that and you know that," Tom reasoned.

Jane sighed. "I know. You're right. I know that we've been having problems for a while, but I just thought that things would eventually get better," she admitted.

"I think it's good that we see things are wrong now, instead of becoming bitter and resentful of each other," Tom said honestly.

Jane nodded, and then looked at Tom thoughtfully. "Do you really think I treat Daria that way?" she asked.

Tom paused a moment, a confused expression on his face. "Daria?" he said and then understood. "You think she'll leave you because of your art thing?" he asked.

Jane shrugged. "You are," she accused quietly.

"You and me aren't you and Daria," Tom said seriously. "She's your best friend. She's supposed to accept you unconditionally, well, sort of."

Jane nodded. "Well, I guess you should go. I would like to finish this," she said and resumed sorting her gummy bears.

Tom nodded. "All right. Um, Jane, once the weirdness passes; do you think that maybe we could be friends? I would still like to know you," Tom said slightly awkward.

"Um, yeah, sure. Er, I'll give you a call or something," Jane said still fiddling with her gummy bears.

"Sure," Tom said and walked over to her. He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and then left.

Jane watched him go, sadly; she really did like the guy. She shrugged it off; she had a sculpture to finish.


Jane was in the middle of nuking her green gummy bears in the microwave when Trent walked in.

"Hey," Trent said as he placed his guitar case on the floor and opened the fridge.

"Hey," Jane said, and then became contemplative. She watched him for a moment.

Trent took out what he needed to make a sandwich and stood at the kitchen counter. He looked at Jane curiously. "What?" he asked, noticing her strange expression.

"Nothing," Jane said indifferently. "Um, don't touch the bears," she warned as she sat at the table and contemplated her sculpture.

"I know. I heard the fight yesterday," Trent said, starting to put his sandwich together. "Tom was here. Did you guys talk?" he asked.

"Yeah. We broke up," Jane said simply.

"Sucks. Sorry," Trent said and then gave his sister a compassionate expression. "Are you gonna be all right?"

Jane shrugged. "Yeah, it wasn't messy and it wasn't unexpected," she said.

"You still seem troubled," Trent observed.

"Yeah, I am, but by something Tom said about me and Daria," Jane said, "Although, what he says shouldn't matter, but I was just thinking…," she trailed off.

"What?" Trent said.

"Nothing," Jane said absently, working on sticking the melted gummy bear goop to the sculpture.

Trent shrugged and went back to making his sandwich.

"Do you think I treat Daria…I don't know, like…? Do you think I keep Daria on my schedule instead of being a good friend to her all the time?" Jane questioned suddenly.

Trent scrutinized her. Jane waited for his answer.

"I don't know. You and Daria seem cool, and she's never really had a problem with you before…until Tom, I mean," Trent said.

"I mean, when it comes to my art do you think I put her second?" Jane asked troubled.

Trent shrugged. "I think when you find something to paint or sculpt, you become passionate and put everything second."

"Not exactly the answer I was looking for," Jane said somberly.

Trent looked at her concerned. "What did Tom say that has you questioning you and Daria?" he asked as he started to eat his sandwich.

Jane sighed heavily. "He just said that I put him second too many times with my art, and that I do it to Daria, too, but she seems more understanding because she has to be, and I don't want it to be like that," she said seriously.

Trent nodded. "Well, I think Daria is okay with it because she knows you better and she knows that you don't mean it to be mean," he said, "Tom hasn't known you that long. You're right; you can't take what he says seriously."

"I know, but it also makes me wonder…," Jane said distantly.

"What?" Trent asked.

"What if I'm always like this and then no one will ever stay. I mean, Daria is the only one that understands that part of me," Jane said and then laughed lightly, "God, Daria probably is the only one who would do well in a romantic relationship with me," she said and then became quiet.

Trent watched her. He hated seeing his sister this way.

Jane looked at her sculpture. "What if Daria is the only one?" she said softly doleful, squishing a gummy bear between her fingers.

Trent shrugged. "Would it be bad if she was?" he said seriously.

Jane looked at him confused, "Huh?"

"I don't know, just thinking out loud," Trent said awkwardly, finishing his sandwich.

"I never thought of her that way. Well, I mean, maybe a couple of times when I was extremely lonely, but she is the most difficult person in the world," Jane said thoughtfully.

"To everyone else except you. At least from what you tell me," Trent said, "You both understand each other better then anyone else, and she's the only one that hasn't left you over you being a passionate artist," he pointed out.

"I know, but I don't even think she thinks of me and her being that way. I don't think I think of us being that way," Jane said honestly.

Trent shrugged. "It's just a thought, and I wouldn't have a problem with it," he said.

"Why?" Jane asked mildly surprised, "I'm pretty sure everyone else would."

"You're my sister; I just want to see you happy," Trent said sincerely. "Well, I have to get to rehearsal. I'll talk to you later," he said, grabbing his guitar and then leaving the house.

Jane sighed, sitting back in her chair. Today was just not her day and now it was becoming strange.

Daria was her best and only friend. She loved Daria, but wasn't sure if that love transcended into something more.

True, Daria understood her best and Jane knew that there were benefits if they were together. The most important one being that she wouldn't have to keep looking for 'the one' because she was sure that Daria would be 'the one.' Jane also knew that she understood Daria the best, too, and that Daria knew that, however, she didn't seem to be looking for someone to be with. At least that Jane knew of.

Jane didn't know what to do. She just knew not to try to convince herself of liking Daria. It had to be honest and natural. However, in truth, it didn't bother her to want to try with Daria, but she also had to think of the repercussions. If she tried something with Daria it might freak her out and make Daria want to stop being her friend. Jane didn't want to lose the friendship. Daria meant more to her then her own selfish insecurities.

Jane sighed, and looked at the kitchen clock; taking note of the moment when she lost her sanity.

"This will probably be the most foolish thing I will ever do, but I need to know," Jane thought as she rushed to put her art supplies away. "I need to know if she is or isn't an option," Jane thought as she exited her house and headed for Daria's house.


Daria was sitting in her room at her computer typing up an essay for her English class. She was just glad to be home. Being stuck in that abysmal warehouse made her more appreciative of her freedom and surroundings.

Daria heard the doorbell. She ignored it, knowing that someone else would get it.

After a few moments, there was a knock on her door. She sighed in frustration.

"Yeah?" Daria called.

The door opened to reveal Helen.

"Daria, Jane's here. She wants to talk to you," Helen said.

Daria looked at her intrigued. "Did you tell her to come up?" she asked.

"Yes, but she says she wants to talk to you outside," Helen said.

Daria nodded and saved her work. She followed Helen downstairs.

"Oh, dinner's ready; you can invite Jane if she's willing to stay," Helen said and headed into the kitchen.

Daria headed for the front door and opened it. She saw Jane sitting on the stoop. She stepped out and closed the door behind her.

"Hey," Daria said and sat next to Jane.

"Hey," Jane said turning sideways a bit to face her.

"So, you didn't want to come in?" Daria asked curiously.

"No, I can't stay long," Jane said, looking like she would rather be anywhere else.

"Are you leaving town or something?" Daria joked. She looked at Jane concerned when she didn't answer right away. "You're not, are you?" Daria said worriedly.

"No, but after tonight I probably should," Jane said nervously.

"What's going on?" Daria asked.

"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to go for a walk; decided to come here," Jane said with a shrug, and then sighed, "I talked with Tom."

"Oh. Is everything all right?" Daria asked.

"In a manner of speaking, I mean, at least he and I won't be fighting so much," Jane said, and gave her a dry look, "He broke up with me."

"Oh, Jane, I'm sorry," Daria said sincerely.

"Really? You didn't like him," Jane said surprised.

Daria shrugged. "Yeah, but still, you liked him."

"Well, it's all right. It was for the best, but we had a conversation that led to some strange thoughts," Jane said uncomfortably.

"What did he say?" Daria asked still concerned about her friend's demeanor.

Jane hesitated a moment before she spoke. "Do you think our friendship is all right?" she asked.

Daria looked at her confused, "Yeah, its fine. Why?"

"It's just that he was upset that I almost always put him second when I get into an art thing," Jane said, "And then he said I do the same thing to you, too. So, I was wondering; do I? And does it bother you?" she said and looked at Daria apprehensively.

"Well, you do get caught up, but its fine with me because I know when your done, we're cool again," Daria said, "It doesn't bother me at all," she reassured.

Jane nodded, "But it also got me thinking about how…I guess that no one's going to understand or accept that part of me, except you," she said looking at the ground.

"Someone will. You're only seventeen, Jane," Daria said, lightly amused.

"I know that, but I guess I'm just tired of looking. I want someone now," Jane said honestly.

"You want the one, or the one for now?" Daria asked with a smirk.

"Either. I'm not picky," Jane said, smiling sadly. "I just don't want my art to always be a problem," she said honestly.

"Jane, you'll find someone," Daria promised firmly.

Jane nodded, and after a moment, said, cryptically, "I think I already did."

Daria looked at her curiously.

"Um…I want to do something and I don't want to talk about it after. I mean, not right away or whatever…but, um, would you at least think about it?" Jane said quickly, still talking to the ground.

"Huh?" Daria said puzzled.

Jane turned to Daria and looked at her seriously and meaningfully.

Jane was slightly amused when realization dawned on her friend's face, and then a slight fear. She leant over to Daria and lightly kissed her mouth. Daria seemed too stunned to pull away; however, she didn't encourage it either.

Jane moved away, stood up, and started walking back home quickly.

Daria watched Jane go, unsure of what she was supposed to say or do or feel. She had never thought of Jane in that manner. Actually, she hadn't thought of anyone in that manner.

"Jane said to think about it," she thought. Jane was giving her an out. If Daria wanted, she could just pretend it didn't happen and still have Jane as her friend.

A part of her was relieved about that, but another part of her saddened at the idea of having to forget the kiss. Daria was completely caught off guard by the latter. She sighed and put her head in her hands feeling extremely confused.

The door opened behind her. Daria looked up startled.

It was Quinn. "Mom wants you to come in now. Jane, too," she said and looked around confused, "Was Jane here or is mom losing it?"

"Losing it implies she had it," Daria said standing up and walked past Quinn into the house.

Quinn shrugged and closed the door.


Note to anyone who noticed: I know Tom knew that Daria went with Jane to the Payday (now). I didn't realize it when I first wrote this because I hadn't seen the episode in a long time or read the transcript. I was just so excited with the idea that I overlooked it when I started writing it and when I finally noticed it, I couldn't change it otherwise it just messed up the story.