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Old March 26 2011, 12:29 AM   #7
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Re: Non Trek Fic: Quinn's Code (A Daria AU)

Story 2: Invite of the Geek (Part 1)

Lawndale, D-1337
Wednesday, October 6, 2005
Two teen sisters were walking to school in the early morning light. The younger of the two (with pixie-length red hair and wearing a 'cute' pink shirt with the logo of The Matrix emblazoned on the front and blue jeans) was walking ahead in agitation. She turned to her sister. “Stop following me, Daria!” She said. She walked on but she could tell that her Misanthropic sister was still following her. “You're still following me!”

A contrast to her geeky, yet popular, sister; (with her 'manstopper' glasses, green jacket, mustard-colored t-shirt, black pleated skirt and large boots) Daria Morgendorffer shook her head, causing her long (mostly) auburn hair to blow about in the wind. “We go to the same school,” she said, in a near monotone.

Quinn shook her head. “That doesn't mean we have to go along the same route!” she shouted. 'She could be walking with Jane or catching a lift with Jennifer!' she thought. She then saw three of the boys whom also went to Lawndale High approaching.

“Hey, Quinn, can I carry your books?” Joey Green asked.

“Hey, Quinn, can I carry your laptop?” Jeffy Brown asked.

“Hey, Quinn, can I carry your... uh... got anything else?” Jamie White asked.

'I could get used to this, and it has to get to Daria,' Quinn thought. She took a clip out of her hair and handed it to Jamie. “You can carry this hairclip,” she said.

“Great!” Jamie said.

“Careful, don't hurt yourself with that clip! Or with that laptop!” Daria said as she left the vicinity of her sister and her admirers. 'This is something I can write about,' she thought as she looked prior to crossing the street.

“Is that your sister?” Jamie asked.

“It is, Jeremy,” Quinn said, with a sigh.

“I'm Jamie.” It seemed that no one at Lawndale High could remember his name. 'It was like that all through Middle School too!' he thought.

At recess, Jamie and his friends approached their teammates Kevin Thompson (the quarterback) and Michael 'Mack' Mackenzie.

Kevin was saying “Now I remember! The party's to celebrate her parents being out of town.”
“Hey, Joey, Jeffy, Jeremy.”

“I'm Jamie,” he said. 'What is it with people calling me Jeremy today. First Quinn and now the idiot junior-varsity QB!'

“Whatever. You going to Brittany's party?” Kevin asked.

“Uh, if we're invited,” Joey said, as Quinn approached.

“You're on the team, dudes. When a cheerleader has a party, all the football players are automatically invited,” Kevin said.

“It's on page six of the play book,” Mack said with a sarcastic tone, whilst marveling at the sillyness of the high school social order and the rituals it entailed.

Mack's sarcasm went over the top of Kevin's head, as usual. “Really?” he asked. He turned to Quinn. “Hey, Quinn, what about you?”

“You want me to go to your girlfriend's party?” she asked.

“Sure!” Kevin said, unfazed.

“Sure,” Quinn said. 'My first real party in Lawndale! I hope it doesn't get as rough as those in Highland!'

Joey, Jeffy and Jamie fell over themselves trying to ask Quinn out to the party...

“...and so he invited me to Brittany's party. Is that weird or what?” Quinn asked her friends at lunch.

“You don't know Kevin. That is rather par for the course for him,” Cindy Robertson said.

“It is still a bit weird though. It is not often that a new kid is invited to a cheerleader's party,” Kristen Bell said.

“Well, I am curious as to how a party in Lawndale would go,” Quinn admitted.

“Would you bring me with?” Kristen asked.

“I would consider it,” Quinn said.

“That would be cool,” Kristen said.

“It would be her first High School party,” Cindy said.

“Really?” Quinn asked, incredulous.

“My first party since the summer, anyway,” Kristen said. “I was invited to one or two high schooler parties in eighth grade.”

“Ok,” Quinn said, smiling.

“I would like to go also,” Cindy said.

“I will see what I can do,” Quinn said.

“You're going to ask Brittany?” Kristen asked.

“Maybe,” Quinn said, thinking.

Quinn approached Jennifer Burns as the latter exited her maths class. “Hi Quinn, how was today?” Jennifer asked.

“Mostly cool, but Kevin invited me to Brittany's party this weekend. That is so weird,” Quinn said.

“That's strange,” Jennifer said.

“Yeah,” Quinn said.

“That's not what I meant,” Jennifer said, with a quizzical look on her face.


“I mean, Kevin invites you to Brittany's party, whilst Brittany invites Daria to her party.”

“Why would Brittany do that? I mean, the only people that Daria likes are you and Jane,” Quinn said, wondering (more at why Brittany was inviting Daria to anything more than anything else).

“Daria said that she helped Brittany with One-Point Perspective in art class, and that Brittany had invited her as a favour,” Jennifer explained.

'That explains it,' Quinn thought. Something else intreagued her though. “Really?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Jennifer said.

“No, I mean Brittany needed help with One Point Perspective?”


“I wonder how she got out of elementary school?” Quinn asked.

“You and me both,” Jennifer said with a slight laugh.

“Anyway, there is still the fact that Kevin invited me, and now Cindy and Kristen want me to get them in too,” Quinn said.

Jennifer was in thought. “You have to figure that one out yourself,” she said.

“Yeah,” Quinn said.

In Quinn's 'hacker cave' of a room, Andrea Hecuba looked at the Javascript code on the screen as Quinn typed. “You want my opinion on what to do?” she asked.

“Of course,” Quinn said, as she continued typing.

“Just sneak them in,” Andrea said.

“Huh?” Quinn was confused.

“Brittany will be focused on the party. She won't notice two people whom she didn't invite,” Andrea said.

“How do you know that?” Quinn asked, she knew that Brittany and Andrea didn't hang out.

“We were friends in Elementary School,” Andrea said, with some bitterness; “two rough and tumble tomboys having fun.”

“Rough? Brittany seems nice,” Quinn commented.

“Not as rough as I was,” Andrea said, with a tone of lamenting regret.

Quinn could hear the regret in Andrea's voice. “What happened?” she asked.

“A long story,” Andrea said, flatly, reminding Quinn of her sister.

7 years earlier
Nine year old Andrea and Brittany, dressed in boys clothes, play with Lego in Brittany's bedroom. They stop as they hear Brittany's mother, Vivian, yelling at her father, Steve.

“It is happening again!” Brittany said, twirling a finger in her short, blonde hair.

“Do you know why she is yelling at him?” Andrea asked, nervously running a hand through her mid-length, dark brown hair.

“She says that he needs to be at home at night every night, or something,” Brittany said. Andrea could hear the certainty that Brittany felt that her mother wasn't telling the whole truth. Brittany leaned against the bedroom door to listen. Andrea also leaned next to the door, next to her friend, to offer support if required.

They wince as they hear a door being slammed downstairs.
End of Flashback

Quinn typed slowly, waiting for Andrea to speak after saying “A long story.”

A minute passed.

“Sorry,” Quinn said. 'Must be rather unpleasant memories,' she thought.

Andrea snapped out of herreminiscence. “Right,” she said.

“You were saying that Brittany won't notice Cindy and Kristen?” Quinn asked.

“She won't. You can just sneak them in,” Andrea said.

“Ok,” Quinn said, thinking.

It was a usual Morgendorffer dinner. Jake was reading the paper (the Lawndale Sun-Herald), Daria was reading the book she had purchased on the life of Mozart 2 weeks previously (she was almost finished), Quinn was reading a game guide (the game in question being a RPG on the X-Box) anjd Helen was wondering if there would ever be any family interaction at dinner. “Did anything interesting happen at school today?” she asked.

Quinn put the game guide down. “I was invited to a party this weekend,” she said.

“A party, where?” Helen asked.

“Brittany Taylor's. Actually it was her boyfriend who invited me,” Quinn said.

“That's Fascinating!” Helen said.

“Yeah. My first party in Lawndale!” Quinn said.

Helen turned to Daria. “Have you heard of this?” she asked.

“Brittany invited me, I haven't decided if I am going to go or not,” Daria said.

“You can't go, you will embarrass me,” Quinn said.

Touché,” Daria said.

“You should ground her because...” Quinn said. She groped for a reason; “her room is a mess!”

Helen looked at Quinn, knowing that her 'hacker cave' was as messy as her sister's unusual room.

“If I go down for that one, I'm taking you with me!” Daria said.

Helen sighed. Before Quinn could come up with a retort she said; “I think it's great that you two are going to be spending time together. Dad and I would be happy to drive you to the party and pick you up.”

“No!” the sisters said in unison.

“There are another two days of school before then, I'll find a way to get there,” Quinn said, she finished her vegitarian lasagne and left the kitchen nook.

Once Quinn was gone, Helen said; “Daria, I would like it if you would keep an eye on Quinn at this party.”

Daria looked at her mother “As if!” she said.

Helen sighed. “She doesn't have to know about it, Daria!” she said.

Daria ignored her mother, as she chewed on the tasteless lagagne.

“Daria, answer me!” Helen demanded.

“I don't know what I did, but it couldn't have been that bad,” Daria said.

“I just want you to keep an eye on her,” Helen said.

“Is this a way of acknowledging how much more trustworthy I am?” Daria asked.

“It's my way of saying that if you don't do it, I'm sending both of you with a babysitter.”

“I'll take that as a ringing declaration of parental approval,” Daria said, in her customary monotone, she then finished her lasagne and left the kitchen nook.

Helen sighed.

Thursday, October 7, 2005
Daria arrived at Casa Lane. She could see Jennifer's Beetle parked behind Trent's Satellite. 'I see that Jennifer takes better care of her car than Trent does,' she thought as she passed the unusual lawn ornament. She knocked on the door. Jane answered it. “Hi, Daria, come in,” she said.

Jennifer had brought Jane some takeaway breakfast, as the Lane fridge and cupboards were rather empty (It seemed that Trent hardly did any grocery shopping).

“So, Brittany invited you to the party?” Jennifer asked, as she took a bite out of muffin.

“Yeah,” Daria said. “And Kevin invited Quinn, as I am sure you have heard,” she continued.

“You are not thinking of going, are you?” Jane asked.

“My Mom has roped me in as a babysitter, Now I have to go,” Daria said.

“Ouch,” Jennifer said. 'About as bad as having to babysit my cousins in middle school,” she thought.

“Bummer!” Jane exclaimed.

“I don't want to go with Quinn alone,” Daria said.

“You want us to come with you?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes,” Daria said.

“Someone has to ensure that you don't embarrass Quinn too much, I guess. I'll come.” Jennifer said, shyly. She really did not like parties. “But how are we going to get past the guards?”

“Actually, I have some life drawings that may come in handy,” Jane contributed.

“You did life drawings?” Daria asked.

“Last summer,” Jane answered.

“Interesting,” Jennifer said.

“There is time before school. You want to have a look?”

“Sure,” Daria said.

“Your art always gives me a laugh,” Jennifer said.

“Cool,” Jane said, as she stood up. 'All this time, and she never told me,' she thought.
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