Post by emma on Dec 17, 2008 23:38:46 GMT -5
Title: Darkness
Characters/Pairing: Peter and Darcy are the main characters.
Summary: AU from Standing in the Dark. The night of the party, things happen differently... What falls apart now?
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 - References to rape. Some swearing.
Peter Stone woke up slowly, his head throbbing. What happened last night? He asked himself, turning around in the bed... He's been at a party. He's gotten drunk. He's tried to sleep with Darcy. She'd turned him down. They'd made up. They'd both passed out... Darcy, where was Darcy?
Oh, there she was. Lying right next to him... in a bed. He could see her jacket and pants over on the floor, along with all his clothes... He shook his head. Okay, that worked out better than you thought it did, he told himself sarcastically. He had sex with Darcy Edwards, miss perfect Christian virgin girl, who had simply refused to sleep with him earlier... Oh, and he couldn't remember a freaking thing. Not good. Especially if she decided that she hadn't wanted to do it, since he didn't have the best of reputations... But Darcy wouldn't do that. She just wouldn't.
Peter reached out to shake Darcy's shoulder. “Darcy?”
She grimaced and curled back into herself. “What?” she muttered, before opening her eyes.
“Darcy, wake up...” he whispered, and she stirred and rubbed her eyes, sitting up slowly.
“What...?” she looked at him, then back to her clothes. A look of utmost shock crossed her face, as she lifted the covers looked down to her own barely-covered body – and his not-covered body.
“Oh no,” she whimpered. “Oh no oh no oh no... Peter, what happened last night?” she said, realizing the implications of what she probably did.
“I guess... that's kind of obvious, Darcy...” Peter said. He'd done it. He'd had sex with his girlfriend – who was, co-incidentally, somewhat famous for her vow not to have sex. Right.
“I... I... Do you remember... what exactly happened?” she asked, looking for some kind of escape clause, something that meant she hadn't done anything. Bit late for that.
“No, but... It doesn't exactly take much to figure it out,” he said. He raised his hand from under the bedclothes, and found it covered with a crust of transparent red-brown. Dried blood. Looking down, he saw what he expected to – a large patch of blood.
“Why is that there?” Darcy asked, a note of fear in her voice.
“Oh, I think that's meant to be okay. I think that a lot of girls who lose their virginity wind up bleeding a lot.”
“...How do you know that?”
“...I can't remember.”
“I can't remember anything,” Darcy moaned. “Are you sure we had sex last night? I think, even drunk, I'd remember something.”
“I... remember something,” Peter muttered. “Sort of. I remember... sounds. Lots of sounds. Movement. Stuff like that,” he couldn't get any kind of visual image of what happened, but he knew. He had sex with his girlfriend.
“No, no, no,” Darcy spat out, not wanting to face up to what happened. She looked squarely at Peter, her eyes wide. “That... last night didn't happen,” she said.
“Darcy-”
“It didn't happen. Okay? We both just got drunk and passed out, totally normal, right?” she asked.
Peter looked at her. He knew letting her pretend nothing had happened wouldn't be best for her, or him, in the end, but he loved her. She could think what she wanted. “Sure.”
Darcy smiled widely at him. “Great... So, we should get dressed now?” she raised herself, and Peter tried to likewise, but was cut off with sharp pain. “Arrh!”
Darcy turned around quickly, with a gasp “Are you okay, Peter?”
It took him a few seconds to respond, flinching. The pain dulled after a few seconds, turning instead to a persistent ache. “Yeah, fine,” he said, still wincing. He walked to his clothes lying to the floor, causing him more pain. Ow, Peter thought. Why the hell am I in pain?
Darcy quickly put on her jeans and jacket, rushing out of the room. No, no no, this wasn't happening. She made a vow. She didn't break promises, for all the faults she knew she had, she didn't break promises, especially not promises to God, not promises like that one.
She knew she was panicking, and she knew it was pointless – She had already done it, so what would be the point angsting over it? But what if people found out? If anyone knew she had done that, she'd be ruined – what about the Friendship Club? They would never understand this. Why should they? She didn't understand it.
She was snapped out of her self-hating thoughts by the stumble in of Manny Santos, groaning and clutching her head in pain. “Gah. There should be competitions for bad hangovers, this one would go to the Olympics,” she moaned, looking upwards to find Darcy.
“Hey Manny,” Darcy said quietly. “How are you?”
Manny shrugged. “Okay, minus the hangover that could be used as an effective weapon in wars... Is that just a peril of not having any values or self-respect?”
“Manny,” she reached out and put her hand on the Manny's shoulder. How could she stand by her judgmental and snide comments now? After last night? “I'm... sorry I said that. I shouldn't have... It was just cruel.”
“Not what Jesus would do?” Manny smiled. Darcy thanked the Lord for having such an understanding and forgiving friend. She really was blessed in many ways.
“So I'm forgiven?”
“Definitely,” and with that, Manny reached out to hug Darcy, who accepted. There was a pause.
“You don't actually think I have no values or self-respect, do you?”
Darcy found words immediately escaping her mind. “W- what? No, of course not!” she wasn't really sure actually, but... If Manny had no values or self-respect, did that mean Darcy didn't have any values or self-respect?
The girls pulled away from their hug, staring at each other for a few seconds. Oh no Manny, please don't get mad at me again... the stress she was under this morning started to overwhelm Darcy. She hadn't meant to sleep with Peter, she couldn't even remember doing so... and that terrified her. Strangled sobs started coming from her, and Manny's expression turned from skepticism to concern.
“Darcy?”
Darcy fell back into Manny's arms and let herself cry.
Characters/Pairing: Peter and Darcy are the main characters.
Summary: AU from Standing in the Dark. The night of the party, things happen differently... What falls apart now?
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 - References to rape. Some swearing.
Peter Stone woke up slowly, his head throbbing. What happened last night? He asked himself, turning around in the bed... He's been at a party. He's gotten drunk. He's tried to sleep with Darcy. She'd turned him down. They'd made up. They'd both passed out... Darcy, where was Darcy?
Oh, there she was. Lying right next to him... in a bed. He could see her jacket and pants over on the floor, along with all his clothes... He shook his head. Okay, that worked out better than you thought it did, he told himself sarcastically. He had sex with Darcy Edwards, miss perfect Christian virgin girl, who had simply refused to sleep with him earlier... Oh, and he couldn't remember a freaking thing. Not good. Especially if she decided that she hadn't wanted to do it, since he didn't have the best of reputations... But Darcy wouldn't do that. She just wouldn't.
Peter reached out to shake Darcy's shoulder. “Darcy?”
She grimaced and curled back into herself. “What?” she muttered, before opening her eyes.
“Darcy, wake up...” he whispered, and she stirred and rubbed her eyes, sitting up slowly.
“What...?” she looked at him, then back to her clothes. A look of utmost shock crossed her face, as she lifted the covers looked down to her own barely-covered body – and his not-covered body.
“Oh no,” she whimpered. “Oh no oh no oh no... Peter, what happened last night?” she said, realizing the implications of what she probably did.
“I guess... that's kind of obvious, Darcy...” Peter said. He'd done it. He'd had sex with his girlfriend – who was, co-incidentally, somewhat famous for her vow not to have sex. Right.
“I... I... Do you remember... what exactly happened?” she asked, looking for some kind of escape clause, something that meant she hadn't done anything. Bit late for that.
“No, but... It doesn't exactly take much to figure it out,” he said. He raised his hand from under the bedclothes, and found it covered with a crust of transparent red-brown. Dried blood. Looking down, he saw what he expected to – a large patch of blood.
“Why is that there?” Darcy asked, a note of fear in her voice.
“Oh, I think that's meant to be okay. I think that a lot of girls who lose their virginity wind up bleeding a lot.”
“...How do you know that?”
“...I can't remember.”
“I can't remember anything,” Darcy moaned. “Are you sure we had sex last night? I think, even drunk, I'd remember something.”
“I... remember something,” Peter muttered. “Sort of. I remember... sounds. Lots of sounds. Movement. Stuff like that,” he couldn't get any kind of visual image of what happened, but he knew. He had sex with his girlfriend.
“No, no, no,” Darcy spat out, not wanting to face up to what happened. She looked squarely at Peter, her eyes wide. “That... last night didn't happen,” she said.
“Darcy-”
“It didn't happen. Okay? We both just got drunk and passed out, totally normal, right?” she asked.
Peter looked at her. He knew letting her pretend nothing had happened wouldn't be best for her, or him, in the end, but he loved her. She could think what she wanted. “Sure.”
Darcy smiled widely at him. “Great... So, we should get dressed now?” she raised herself, and Peter tried to likewise, but was cut off with sharp pain. “Arrh!”
Darcy turned around quickly, with a gasp “Are you okay, Peter?”
It took him a few seconds to respond, flinching. The pain dulled after a few seconds, turning instead to a persistent ache. “Yeah, fine,” he said, still wincing. He walked to his clothes lying to the floor, causing him more pain. Ow, Peter thought. Why the hell am I in pain?
Darcy quickly put on her jeans and jacket, rushing out of the room. No, no no, this wasn't happening. She made a vow. She didn't break promises, for all the faults she knew she had, she didn't break promises, especially not promises to God, not promises like that one.
She knew she was panicking, and she knew it was pointless – She had already done it, so what would be the point angsting over it? But what if people found out? If anyone knew she had done that, she'd be ruined – what about the Friendship Club? They would never understand this. Why should they? She didn't understand it.
She was snapped out of her self-hating thoughts by the stumble in of Manny Santos, groaning and clutching her head in pain. “Gah. There should be competitions for bad hangovers, this one would go to the Olympics,” she moaned, looking upwards to find Darcy.
“Hey Manny,” Darcy said quietly. “How are you?”
Manny shrugged. “Okay, minus the hangover that could be used as an effective weapon in wars... Is that just a peril of not having any values or self-respect?”
“Manny,” she reached out and put her hand on the Manny's shoulder. How could she stand by her judgmental and snide comments now? After last night? “I'm... sorry I said that. I shouldn't have... It was just cruel.”
“Not what Jesus would do?” Manny smiled. Darcy thanked the Lord for having such an understanding and forgiving friend. She really was blessed in many ways.
“So I'm forgiven?”
“Definitely,” and with that, Manny reached out to hug Darcy, who accepted. There was a pause.
“You don't actually think I have no values or self-respect, do you?”
Darcy found words immediately escaping her mind. “W- what? No, of course not!” she wasn't really sure actually, but... If Manny had no values or self-respect, did that mean Darcy didn't have any values or self-respect?
The girls pulled away from their hug, staring at each other for a few seconds. Oh no Manny, please don't get mad at me again... the stress she was under this morning started to overwhelm Darcy. She hadn't meant to sleep with Peter, she couldn't even remember doing so... and that terrified her. Strangled sobs started coming from her, and Manny's expression turned from skepticism to concern.
“Darcy?”
Darcy fell back into Manny's arms and let herself cry.