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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,674
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Hearts' Attack
Hearts' Attack
by SSJ04 Mewtwo
888
Legalities & Warnings
I don't own Daria. This takes place one year after IICY. Enjoy!
888
She checked the clock to see that it was 1:34 in the morning. The auburn took off her glasses for a moment to rub at her tired eyes. Putting them back on, she went back to touching her final draft of a 35 page paper she was working on. It wasn't due for another couple of days, but she wanted this last thing out of the way so she could spend time packing to go back home for the summer and actually writing things that she wanted to, not writing for the pleasure of some professor.
Raft wasn't Lawndale, but the college did annoy her in other ways that Lawndale High couldn't. Even though most of the students weren't the brainless, shallow sheep that populated LHS, along with the joiners, Raft's student body seemed to be horny all the time. There was a lot of casual sex going on around campus. And, it didn't matter who was what gender, although, there were usually at least two females in any threesome or group session. Because of her unwillingness to join in on the casual sex train, she was labeled a prude and once again she was an outcast.
Of course, it was ten times worse from Jane's point of view. A college full of artists meant that sex and or drug use was going on on the hour every hour. Daria sighed after making one final check of her paper. She closed the word processor window and then proceeded to upload her paper to the on-line discussion board of her class. After finishing the upload and making sure every bit of that paper was uploaded, she shut down the computer and stretched in the chair.
She winced, feeling her back give out another sharp pain. She sighed again realizing that she wouldn't be able to get the correct amount of alcohol in order to deal with the pain.
Drinking had replaced the amount of pain killers she had used while in high school to deal with the fact that no matter what bra she was wearing, her lack of height couldn't support what she had.
She then scowled in annoyance hearing her phone vibrate. She bit her lip wondering who and why the person at that familiar number would be calling her so damn late.
"Hello."
"Daria?"
"Quinn? Why...?"
"Listen, dad's in the hospital again. He had another heart attack."
"What?"
"It happened at dinner a few hours ago. Dad had had a stressful day at work and then mom drop the bomb that one of the partner's at the firm was trying to get her to sleep with him because that was the only mom would make partner and..."
"And dad exploded and then his heart exploded."
"Yeah, mom's not handling it well..."
"I was going to wait for Jane to finish up, but knowing what happened the last time dad had a heart attack I better hit the road now. I ought to be there in a few hours," Daria explained and the sisters hung up. Daria quickly left a message on Jane's voice male explaining what happened and that she'd be in Lawndale sooner than she thought she would be.
Thirty minutes later saw the auburn haired girl loading her things up in her over used car and she leaving the campus.
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Helen Morgendorffer's blurry eyes opened slowly. She had had a hell of a week and it wasn't getting better. She saw that it was only eight so no one had probably been in to see her husband yet. The door opened and Helen turned to see...
"Daria..." Helen said relieved and hugged her eldest, which the auburn returned awkwardly.
"Quinn called me early this morning. I was finished with that last paper so I decided I better come back to make sure you and Quinn wouldn't crumble under all the emotional stress. Someone's has got to be rational enough to make medical decisions around here."
Helen smiled. That was one thing she could count on her eldest to be, steady as a rock while everyone lamented in their own emotional sorrows during a tragedy.
"Don't ever change sweety," Helen said with with a smile.
"Look, I'll take over the watch for a while. you go back home and rest," Daria suggested and Helen nodded her agreement.
"You think you can handle...?"
"There isn't a doctor smarter than I am, mom. I think I can handle it," Daria replied and Helen smiled again and left. Daria sighed and sat in the chair her mother had vacated. Her phone vibrates. She checks it and quickly answers it.
"Jane?"
"Yo, where are you?"
"I made it to Lawndale and I'm at the hospital."
Jane whistled, "You made it that quickly in that rust bucket?"
"Hey, my car is 10% more of a car than yours is."
"Yeah, and 85% more of a car than Trent's car."
"Speaking of Trent, do you want me to be the one to find out why we haven't heard from him in a month?"
"Yeah, at least, make sure my folks didn't lose the house. I cannot remember whether they had a mortgage or not."
"Right," Daria began but then heard a noise from the bed.
"Kid-do?" Jake breathed.
"I'll call you later, the patient is up," Daria finished and hung up. "It's me dad. I relieved mom of her duties as whip cracker."
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It was around three that afternoon as Daria pulled up into the Lane driveway. She got out of the car and headed inside.
"Looks like no one has been here for a while," Daria said to herself she headed upstairs and knocked on Trent's door. Hearing nothing, she opened the door and saw...
"It's...clean..." she said shocked. Indeed, the bedroom appeared quite clean and it also appeared that it hadn't been slept in for weeks now. She heard a sound of a vehicle pulling up. She looked out the window to see a familiar black van stop, the door opened and Trent stepped out of the van with what appeared to be a large travel bag and his guitar. She quickly left the room and went to greet the returning musician.
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"Trent?"
"Hey Daria, I thought you and Janie had another two weeks."
"Dad had another heart attack and I was finished so I thought I better come back so mom and Quinn didn't break down like last time," Daria answered and the two went inside. She noted that his clothes weren't as tattered as usual.
"Damn, is he ok?"
"They'll have to do a triple by-pass, but they want to weight until he's strong enough for that."
"Damn."
"Where have you been?" she asked as they came into his room.
"Here, this ought to answer that," he said and tossed a jeweled case which she caught. Her eyes widen seeing that it was a CD.
"Is this what I think it is?"
"Yep. We got back in contact with our old base player and his girlfriend who was our keyboard player back when were all in high school."
"It's a double disk...every artist says that..."
Making a double album is costly to the fans...nah, CD's can be made cheekily and Daric made sure we could still make a little profit from the album sells."
"Don't you feel..."
"No, not a sell out,just someone that knows that this house needs a lot of shit done to it to get it fixed. Besides, I want to turn the basement into a studio."
"Where's the rest of the band? I thought you guys would be drinking in celebration of this accomplishment.
"We've been around each other the past month. We need a break from each other before we go on tour of the northeast."
"Well, at least that's some good news," she said and sat down. Her back was killing her and she hadn't had time to relieve herself of that pain.
"You ok?"
"I either need some pain killers or some alcohol...my back is killing me."
"Here," he said and sat behind her and pressed hard into her spine before he start rubbing. She moaned in pain then sighed in relief.
"Thanks..." she said gratefully.
"No problem. I've done this before. You don't have enough support do you?"
"no," she answered grateful that he couldn't see her blush. "Listen, how long until you go on your whirlwind trip?"
"Three weeks."
"Ok, I'm probably going to need this since I shouldn't be on either of my normal methods of pain management. Three weeks should be long enough for me to straighten any problems created by my mom, my sister, or my dad's mother," she said and moaned feeling that her spine was no longer trying to kill her.
"You've taken up drinking?"
"Yeah, but no one wants to be around me when a lot of the juice is in me. I find that I make harsher and more cutting remarks when I'm drunk."
"Damn, I guess that's better than being a violent drunk."
"So, you think you can be my masseuse for the weak?"
Yeah," he answered with a grin. Hopefully, he could redeem himself from that damn project.
by SSJ04 Mewtwo
888
Legalities & Warnings
I don't own Daria. This takes place one year after IICY. Enjoy!
888
She checked the clock to see that it was 1:34 in the morning. The auburn took off her glasses for a moment to rub at her tired eyes. Putting them back on, she went back to touching her final draft of a 35 page paper she was working on. It wasn't due for another couple of days, but she wanted this last thing out of the way so she could spend time packing to go back home for the summer and actually writing things that she wanted to, not writing for the pleasure of some professor.
Raft wasn't Lawndale, but the college did annoy her in other ways that Lawndale High couldn't. Even though most of the students weren't the brainless, shallow sheep that populated LHS, along with the joiners, Raft's student body seemed to be horny all the time. There was a lot of casual sex going on around campus. And, it didn't matter who was what gender, although, there were usually at least two females in any threesome or group session. Because of her unwillingness to join in on the casual sex train, she was labeled a prude and once again she was an outcast.
Of course, it was ten times worse from Jane's point of view. A college full of artists meant that sex and or drug use was going on on the hour every hour. Daria sighed after making one final check of her paper. She closed the word processor window and then proceeded to upload her paper to the on-line discussion board of her class. After finishing the upload and making sure every bit of that paper was uploaded, she shut down the computer and stretched in the chair.
She winced, feeling her back give out another sharp pain. She sighed again realizing that she wouldn't be able to get the correct amount of alcohol in order to deal with the pain.
Drinking had replaced the amount of pain killers she had used while in high school to deal with the fact that no matter what bra she was wearing, her lack of height couldn't support what she had.
She then scowled in annoyance hearing her phone vibrate. She bit her lip wondering who and why the person at that familiar number would be calling her so damn late.
"Hello."
"Daria?"
"Quinn? Why...?"
"Listen, dad's in the hospital again. He had another heart attack."
"What?"
"It happened at dinner a few hours ago. Dad had had a stressful day at work and then mom drop the bomb that one of the partner's at the firm was trying to get her to sleep with him because that was the only mom would make partner and..."
"And dad exploded and then his heart exploded."
"Yeah, mom's not handling it well..."
"I was going to wait for Jane to finish up, but knowing what happened the last time dad had a heart attack I better hit the road now. I ought to be there in a few hours," Daria explained and the sisters hung up. Daria quickly left a message on Jane's voice male explaining what happened and that she'd be in Lawndale sooner than she thought she would be.
Thirty minutes later saw the auburn haired girl loading her things up in her over used car and she leaving the campus.
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Helen Morgendorffer's blurry eyes opened slowly. She had had a hell of a week and it wasn't getting better. She saw that it was only eight so no one had probably been in to see her husband yet. The door opened and Helen turned to see...
"Daria..." Helen said relieved and hugged her eldest, which the auburn returned awkwardly.
"Quinn called me early this morning. I was finished with that last paper so I decided I better come back to make sure you and Quinn wouldn't crumble under all the emotional stress. Someone's has got to be rational enough to make medical decisions around here."
Helen smiled. That was one thing she could count on her eldest to be, steady as a rock while everyone lamented in their own emotional sorrows during a tragedy.
"Don't ever change sweety," Helen said with with a smile.
"Look, I'll take over the watch for a while. you go back home and rest," Daria suggested and Helen nodded her agreement.
"You think you can handle...?"
"There isn't a doctor smarter than I am, mom. I think I can handle it," Daria replied and Helen smiled again and left. Daria sighed and sat in the chair her mother had vacated. Her phone vibrates. She checks it and quickly answers it.
"Jane?"
"Yo, where are you?"
"I made it to Lawndale and I'm at the hospital."
Jane whistled, "You made it that quickly in that rust bucket?"
"Hey, my car is 10% more of a car than yours is."
"Yeah, and 85% more of a car than Trent's car."
"Speaking of Trent, do you want me to be the one to find out why we haven't heard from him in a month?"
"Yeah, at least, make sure my folks didn't lose the house. I cannot remember whether they had a mortgage or not."
"Right," Daria began but then heard a noise from the bed.
"Kid-do?" Jake breathed.
"I'll call you later, the patient is up," Daria finished and hung up. "It's me dad. I relieved mom of her duties as whip cracker."
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It was around three that afternoon as Daria pulled up into the Lane driveway. She got out of the car and headed inside.
"Looks like no one has been here for a while," Daria said to herself she headed upstairs and knocked on Trent's door. Hearing nothing, she opened the door and saw...
"It's...clean..." she said shocked. Indeed, the bedroom appeared quite clean and it also appeared that it hadn't been slept in for weeks now. She heard a sound of a vehicle pulling up. She looked out the window to see a familiar black van stop, the door opened and Trent stepped out of the van with what appeared to be a large travel bag and his guitar. She quickly left the room and went to greet the returning musician.
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"Trent?"
"Hey Daria, I thought you and Janie had another two weeks."
"Dad had another heart attack and I was finished so I thought I better come back so mom and Quinn didn't break down like last time," Daria answered and the two went inside. She noted that his clothes weren't as tattered as usual.
"Damn, is he ok?"
"They'll have to do a triple by-pass, but they want to weight until he's strong enough for that."
"Damn."
"Where have you been?" she asked as they came into his room.
"Here, this ought to answer that," he said and tossed a jeweled case which she caught. Her eyes widen seeing that it was a CD.
"Is this what I think it is?"
"Yep. We got back in contact with our old base player and his girlfriend who was our keyboard player back when were all in high school."
"It's a double disk...every artist says that..."
Making a double album is costly to the fans...nah, CD's can be made cheekily and Daric made sure we could still make a little profit from the album sells."
"Don't you feel..."
"No, not a sell out,just someone that knows that this house needs a lot of shit done to it to get it fixed. Besides, I want to turn the basement into a studio."
"Where's the rest of the band? I thought you guys would be drinking in celebration of this accomplishment.
"We've been around each other the past month. We need a break from each other before we go on tour of the northeast."
"Well, at least that's some good news," she said and sat down. Her back was killing her and she hadn't had time to relieve herself of that pain.
"You ok?"
"I either need some pain killers or some alcohol...my back is killing me."
"Here," he said and sat behind her and pressed hard into her spine before he start rubbing. She moaned in pain then sighed in relief.
"Thanks..." she said gratefully.
"No problem. I've done this before. You don't have enough support do you?"
"no," she answered grateful that he couldn't see her blush. "Listen, how long until you go on your whirlwind trip?"
"Three weeks."
"Ok, I'm probably going to need this since I shouldn't be on either of my normal methods of pain management. Three weeks should be long enough for me to straighten any problems created by my mom, my sister, or my dad's mother," she said and moaned feeling that her spine was no longer trying to kill her.
"You've taken up drinking?"
"Yeah, but no one wants to be around me when a lot of the juice is in me. I find that I make harsher and more cutting remarks when I'm drunk."
"Damn, I guess that's better than being a violent drunk."
"So, you think you can be my masseuse for the weak?"
Yeah," he answered with a grin. Hopefully, he could redeem himself from that damn project.