- The Making Changes Continuum - Episode Three - Stupid Things Done - By Neo Hippy Purple - Daria is copyright 2000, MTV, a division of Viacom International, Inc. All rights reserved. Used without permission. This fanfic copyright 2000, by the girl who's alias is Neo Hippy Purple. This fanfic contains subject matter which may disturb or offend some people. Reader discretion is advised. To understand this fanfic, please read the previous fanfic in this continuum, Father Not Mine, avaliable at http://www.geocities.com/neohippypurple/mccch1fnm.txt, and Glass As a Form of Art, avaliable at http://www.geocities.com/neohippypurple/mccch2gaafoa.txt. Quinn stepped into her room and locked the door, and then let the towel fall to the floor. The shower had relaxed her and made her more alert. Quinn: Now, what to wear on this date? She pondered for awhile, and then opened up her closet. She chose pink and grey plaid capri's and a pink and grey baseball shirt (grey body, pink sleeves) with a grey kitten on the front. She added grey high-heel sandles and a grey purse, and then put on underwear and put the whole outfit on. After that, she piled her hair on top of her head and clipped it down with kitten claws, and then put on makeup. Downstairs, Jake and Helen were happily watching television. Jake: I love you Helen. Helen: And I love you Jake. I must say, the news about mad dog seems to have mellowed you out a bunch. Jake: Yeah. I've gotten more focused in work, too. I have client after client coming into my office. I'm not afraid to tell them if I think their idea stinks or not because I know I have another client that has a good idea somewhere. I even checked out my sales report and yours, and we make the same amount of money, now. Helen: Well THAT'S good to know! This is great! We can buy a vacation home somewhere exotic this summer. Jake: Yeah. Imagine... (dreamy voice) The Carribea.... Helen: (dreamy voice) All that romance... Jake: (seductive voice) All that pasion... They are about to embrace and kiss when there is a knock at the door. Jake: I'll get it. (seductive) Why don't YOU head upstairs and warm up the sheets for me? Helen: Me-owww! Jake: Heh heh heh heh heh. He opens the door to find a well-dressed young man standing there with a bunch of pink roses, a pink teddy-bear, and a pink box of chocolates. A limo is waiting. Jake: Qui-iiinn! Your date is here! Quinn: (OS) Com-ing! Quinn comes downstairs in the outfit and smiles. Quinn: Hello, Aaron! Well, let's get going! Flowers, chocolates, and a teddy-bear... For me? Awww! She gives him a big hug and sets the stuff on the table to put away when she comes back. Quinn: Daddy? Be a doll and put these in some water, will ya? Jake: Sure thing, hon'. Have a nice time and be home by midnight. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Quinn: Right. Let's go, now! She and her date head outside and close the door. Quinn: Lucky for us I know for a fact that my mom and dad are about to screw each other. (bt) Mom was pulling a condom out of her dresser drawer. Aaron: Parents! "Do as I say, not as I do!" Quinn giggled and got into the car. They didn't see Daria staring at them from her open bedroom window. She closed it and headed downstairs, leaving a note on the counter. Mom/Dad: I'm going to visit the cousins. Be back later or tomorrow. Daria. She grabbed her coat and headed outside. Daria: February: The worst month of the year. Flashback to last summer, Daria wearing black shorts and her usual shirt, and sandles, walking to Janes and covered in sweat. Daria: August: The worst month of the year. Back to the present. Daria smirked and knocked on Jane's front door. Trent opened it and Daria stepped in. Trent: Uh, Janey's out with Tom right now. We don't expect her back untill tomorrow. Daria: Well, isn't SHE the busy beaver. She and everyone else. My parents, even Quinn's jumped into the sack with someone. Gawd, what IS IT with this town? Anyhow, I kinda need to stay over becuase my parents don't have the concept of going to a motel to do the foo-foo-nasty. Trent shuddered. Trent: My home is your home, Daria. The band and I have practice downstairs right now. You can come and watch. Daria: Whatever. She followed him into the basement where the band was set up and looming over a book of lyrics. Trent: Daria's gonna chill and watch us for awhile. Her parents are... Blech... Jesse/Max/Nick: Our place is your place/we hear ya dude/damned parents, huh, Daria? Daria nodded and sat down. Jesse looked up and thought for a second. Jesse: What's your last name? Daria smirked. Daria: Lane. Nick/Max: Whoa, you GO dude!/Isn't she underage? Daria: We're half cousins. Jesse: Cool. Didn't it use to start with an M? Daria: Used to be Morgendorffer. See, my gramma, who was married to a man named Morgendorffer. Marcus to be precice, well, she was in New York and met a man named Lane. I forget his first name. He got her pregnant, then married and impregnated Trent's gramma-to-be. Then he died at sea. Turns out Gramma Morgendorffer was preggers too, by him. She didn't say anything because she knew Marcus would whip her hide. Band: (bt) Ooohhh. Okay. They took their places and started playing Icebox Woman. Later that night, in a car parked at lovers lane, Quinn and Aaron were making out. Quinn: Do you (groans) have (grunts) protection? (moans) Aaron: We don't (grunts) need it, (moans) Quinn. She takes that for an answer. Outside the car, the windows are steaming up, and squeals, moans, shreiks and other "pleasure" sounds can be heard loud and clear. A couple of cars away, a beat up blue car is in a similar state. Voice suspiciously like Tom's: Jaaaaaaanneeeeeyyyy! Voice suspiciously like Jane's: Toooooooommmmmmmmm! The cries die down and the car is still. Back at the Morgendorffer household, a closed door betrays loud animal-like noises, and Jake and Helen screamed each other's names. Back at the Lane household, behind Amanda's door... Amanda: Let's try some of that clay.... OOOHHH! Nice and squishy.... Gimme that! Vincent: Ooooooh! Amanda! You little vixen, you! At the Mackenzie household, the Taylor household, and the Griffen household.... Mack/Jodie: Aaaaaahhhhh! Brittany/Kevin: Aaaaaahhhh! Linda/Tom G: Aaaahhhhh! Back at the Lane's, yet again. Daria: (flat) Oooh. Ahh. More, more. Looking down, she sees Jesse giving her a foot rub. Jesse: Damn bets. Behind him is his guitar, with a broken string. Trent walks in, having been in the john. Trent: What the hell? Jesse: Damn bets! The band smirks. Trent: I don't want to know. Jesse starts massaging Daria's calfs. She looks relaxed, reading Tattoo World's international issue. After awhile, he moves to her knees. Trent: Go any higher and I break your neck. Got it? Jesse: (high pitched) Yes! Daria smirks. Trent smiles self-importantly, and Max and Nick crack up. Back at Daria's house, later that night, Quinn walks to the front door and checks her watch. It says two am. Quinn: Oh, well. Daria will cover for me. I had a nice time tonight. Aaron: Me, too! Are we on for saturday after this one? Quinn: You betcha. Aaron leaves, and Quinn checks the knob. It's open, so she tiptoes in and sneaks up to her room. She changes and then goes to bed. The next morning, around ten am, Daria walks in the front door. Helen and Jake are sitting on the couch, looking worried sick. Helen/Jake: WHERE WERE YOU?! Daria: At the cousin's. Like the note said. She pointed to the counter. Helen and Jake looked at it, then each other, and then smacked their palms against their heads. Helen: Whoops. Quinn came down the stairs. Jake: Quinn. Curfew was midnight. You were in at two. Quinn: But I- Jake: No buts. You are grounded for two weeks. Quinn: But I have dates lined up untill June! Helen: Quinn, we said no buts. You'll just have to cancel. Quinn: But what about prioritizing and being responsible! Daria: Like what YOU were doing was responsible. Helen narrows her eyes. Helen: What WAS she doing? Daria: Having hot, wild, UNPROTECTED sex. Jane is a witness to the fact. Quinn: Then they were being unre- Daria: Quinn, Tom and Jane are responsible adults above the age of eighteen who's parents have given them permission to fornicate. They also use more than two forms of protection. Helen: Yes, Quinn, your aunt Amanda makes the rules for her children, and I make the rules for you. Besides, coming in late was ALSO unresponsible. Jake: Really, Quinn. We've told you several times that our views on sex are you can do it after you turn eighteen, or when you're married. Quinn: But Aaron is eightee- Ooops. Jake: Oops indeed. Helen, I think I want to press charges on this Aaron fellow for statuatory rape. Quinn: But we were both consenting! Daria: Doesn't matter, Quinn. He's eighteen, and you're seventeen. You aren't legally able to say yes to sex. That makes it rape. Helen: Okay Daria, enough parenting from you, now. We've got it. Jake: But stay in here in case we need back up. Daria smirks and sits down on the stairs. Helen: Quinn, you are grounded untill school is over with. This summer, you will stay with one of my sisters, or with Amanda, while WE go on vacation. Daria: Amanda might not be the best choice. Starting late June she and Vincent are going on a crusade for a set of leprechaun-shaped bookends. God knows why, but they'll be gone untill september. Knowing this, and knowing Jane and Trent, you MIGHT want to send her to Amy's. Jake: Yeah. Rita will just encourage her like she did Erin. Helen: I suppose you're right. Very well, then. I'll call Amy to see if she'll take you for the summer while we're gone, and untill then, no telephone, no dating, and no fashion club. The clothes and makeup you have now will suffice till the end of the year. And we're going to have you tested for... things. Quinn: (looks at Daria) What things? Daria: STD's, pregnancy, and general physical damage. Jake/Helen: Right. Quinn: Ugh! She started upstairs. Daria: (sarcastically) Thank GOD they didn't ground me from TV, computer and books! Quinn: OOOH! It's all your fault! Daria: No, it's YOUR'S, for making such a stupid and peer-pressure oriented desicion. Quinn couldn't think of a valid response, so she shut up and ran upstairs. Musical Montage to No More Tears by Ozzy Osbourne. We see Quinn shutting the door to the bathroom. Above the music, a tinkling sound and a cry of pain are heard. We see Quinn behind a changing screen in her room throwing shirt, bra, pants, socks, and shoes across the screen, then pausing. EEW! is heard above the music. We see Quinn in her room, clutchingh her stomach. We see Helen's car pull up to the clinic, and Helen and Quinn get out and walk in to the clinic. End montage. Quinn sat down in an office and a female doctor walked in. Doctor: Well, we have the results of the blood work and examination done last week. You aren't pregnant, and there is no significant physical damage. However, unfortunately, you have Gonorrhea. Helen: WHAT! Doctor: I'm sorry. I've provided a prescription of antibiotics and they are ready. Take this and pick up the medecine in the pharmacy downstairs. The symtoms you've described should disapear in two weeks or less if you take the pills three times a day. When the pills run out, take the bottle and your drivers license into the pharmacy to get a refill. Helen: Thank-you. Doctor: No, thank YOU. Many parents DON'T bring their kids in for checks on these kinds of things and they end up regretting it. Quinn: They're not the only ones. They left. Later, in the car, Helen and Quinn rode in silence. Helen: I hope you're happy. It's extremely embarassing to have to cancel a court case becuase your daughter needs to go to planned parenthood. Quinn: It's extremely embarassing to have to go! Helen: YOU didn't have to tell anyone you were going. I did. Quinn: Well, YOU don't have an STD. Helen: Wanna bet? I have the same thing you do. That's what those pills I take are for. And I've had it for a long time, so don't start pitying yourself now. Quinn: FINE! Helen stops at a traffic light, and Quinn gets out with the pills and walks towards home. Helen: If you're not home in an hour, you're grounded untill you turn eighteen, Quinn! Quinn? QUINN!? She groaned. The car behind her honked and she looked up in time to catch the green light. The End For Now.