Drabble: I'll be a saint
Author: aphrodite_mine
Info: S is for Sneaking Out, Degrassi, Jane/Darcy, for velvet_talon
Jane can't help staring at the phone for a moment before answering. No way is Darcy calling her from Africa; no way is Darcy calling her at all. Maybe by some freak accident someone got her cell number and that someone just happens to be calling Jane at seven thirty two on a Friday night. On a Friday night that Jane happens to be spending staring at old photo albums, wondering why she's such a freak.
She answers anyway.
"Um, hey. Is this Jane?"
"This is."
A release of breath. "It's Darcy, hey."
"Um... why are you calling me."
"Didn't you hear? I'm back. I'm in Toronto."
"That still doesn't explain why I'm talking to you right now."
Darcy sighs. "Look, Jane, don't say anything, but Spinner and I talked yesterday."
"Wha--"
"Just listen for a minute, okay?" She takes a breath. "He told me about what happened."
"I don't know what he said, but Spin has no right to--"
"Jane, he told me about your dad, and when you were little."
She's quiet, trying to understand what she feels, hearing the words through the phone. "He didn't have the right."
"No. He didn't."
Jane closes the photo album and closes her eyes. "Why did you call me, Darcy?" She swallows and hates herself when tears come to her eyes.
"You won't feel like this forever, okay? It won't always be like this. Like everyone can see; like you're wearing a stain. You won't always feel trapped. You won't always feel crazy." Her voice sounds earnest. Jane doesn't know if she's ever heard Darcy sound so real.
She wants to laugh but it comes out harder; wet.
When Darcy speaks again, her voice is quieter. "Do you want to get out of the house? Mom's letting me borrow the car for the night."
Jane won't be able to explain this to herself in the morning. But, she thinks, she won't have to. "Yeah," she says. "I do."
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