Title: Lesser of two evils

Summary: Darcy is a senior, along with her best friend Jane, in the small town of Puente Antiguo. Burt one day, transfer students arrive, throwing there world inside out.

Pairing: Loki/Darcy, Jane/Thor. Focusing on Darcy and Loki though.

I've read a lot of Loki/Darcy fanfic, and I've always thought they made a beautiful couple, even though they never met in the movie. So this is my take on it.

-Darcy!

Darcy Lewis sighed, and took another bite of her toast. She woke up five minutes ago, and was soooo not ready for her best friend's antics.

Jane Foster darted into the room, slightly flushed from exertion, and possibly excitement.

-What are you doing! Don't tell me you just woke up? Oh my god, hurry up! We'll be late!

Definitely some excitement. Darcy turned to throw a look at Jane, raising an eyebrow. Jane caught her question and took a very weird expression, a mix between horror and exasperation. Darcy sighed again. She still couldn't understand how Jane could be functional before nine in the morning, and she certainly couldn't compute how her friend, who had known her for over ten years, since they were seven years old, could expect her to be anything more than conscious at 8h14.

Jane spoke slowly, like she was speaking to a four years old. Darcy hated to admit it, but it was the best way to communicate with her at the moment. Which Jane knew.

-You do remember the transferred students arrive today?

Oh no. She remembered now. She tried very hard to forget about it. They lived in a small New Mexico town, where everyone knew everyone. Anybody knew who she was. She was Jane Foster's best friend. Smart, but not brilliant. Pretty, but not beautiful. She knew she was probably above average, but in comparison to Jane, who was always perfect, and had the whole school at her feet, she looked very dull. Add that to her slightly random and disconnected tendencies, she wasn't a people magnet. Not that she was asocial, or anything. She liked people. It was the people that thought Jane was so much more interesting than her. So, to be a social butterfly was Jane's job. Darcy's to stay by her side no matter what, to support her, and to distract her whenever Jane was becoming too much of a workaholic. And to get good grades.

-Yes, of course.

Jane threw her a dubious look, but let it go. She began to walk around the kitchen and gather Darcy's things. The rest of the family was gone, her father and mother worked in a different town and had to leave very early, and her younger brother's school began sooner than hers. However, Jane knew the place as well, if not better than hers. She did spend most of her time over there. Jane's family life was sad, bordering on the miserable. She lived alone with her father who never got over her mother's death, and drowned himself in his universiterian research, working over seventy hours a week, paying barely any attention to his only child. So when Jane wasn't staying over at Darcy's, they were together at Jane's. But the big house always felt empty and threatening for two young women. So mostly Darcy's.

In her half-awake mind, Darcy still couldn't miss the nearly frantic state of her friend.

-Why are we in a hurry again?

Jane stopped on her track, a chemistry book in her right hand, left one replacing one wild lock of hair behind her ear.

-Because I'm the president of the student association! I must be there to welcome them!

And wherever Jane went, Darcy went. Well, with bit of luck, there would be some cute guys. The place seriously could use some eye candy. Maybe she could even get a boyfriend, you know, someone who didn't saw her punk phase- which had been a try to dissociate herself from Jane's doll like perfection, and failed epicly. She didn't have too much hope on that regard. The boys usually went after Jane. Her one and only boyfriend had asked her out to try and make Jane jealous. This failed epicly as well.

-All right, I'm hurrying.

She stuffed the rest of the bread in her mouth, and climbed the stairs to her room to get dressed and try to tame her hair. She didn't have to much hope, but still.

Ten minutes, dark jeans, a long sleeved dark blue shirt and a messy ponytail later, Darcy was ready to go. Jane handed her backpack, and they climbed into Jane's car, her sixteenth birthday gift from her father. Mister Foster was a terrible father, but he knew how to choose a car. A blue convertible, since yellow and red were far to cliché, according to Jane.

They were amongst the first in the school parking. The only others were the soccer team who had a practice before classes. The players waved at them, before focusing on the game once again.

Jane rushed in the school.

-They should be here at ten. The principal will be there to give them a tour...

-A tour of what? We're barely two hundred students! Getting lost around here is like being a dwarf and not clearing through a door! Impossible, paradoxical and ridiculously funny. In fact, don't give them a tour. I really want them to get lost.

Jane elbowed Darcy in the ribs, keeping her from delving on the hilariousness of someone getting lost in the four hallways of the school.

-Then, we will take them for the dinner time, introducing them to all our year...

-Yes, all fifty senior of us! They will be thrilled. You know, with the six of them coming, our number will increase of more than ten percent?

-It doesn't matter Darcy!

Darcy huffed. A stressed out Jane wasn't fun. Usually, the other girl would smile if not laugh at her random musings. Jane started to babble once more.

-Then we have the afternoon free to take them around in town. You know, that way, they can see it from a younger perspective.

Darcy snorted.

-A younger perspective? Jane, the only young thing in town is the wifi at the cafe.

Jane didn't even dignify the comment with an answer. By that time, they had reached their lockers. They were side by side, since Jane pulled a few strings. They didn't even remember which was which. They threw stuff in either one, as long as there was room. These two lockers were the only space in the universe Jane didn't felt obligated to keep tidier then a sterile operation room. And Darcy was participating quite enthusiastically.

Jane took a deep breathe. She turned around, an anxious frown on her lovely face.

-Do you think they'll like it here?

Darcy sighed. Jane was such an overachieving perfectionist; she would actually feel bad if the new students didn't like the town.

-Jane, they'll love you. Who cares about the rest? Anyway, we're seniors. They'll be gone next year. They won't suffer for too long. You know what? With a bit of luck, it'll be like Footloose! You know, where this cute guy from some big city comes and organize this supercool dance? We definitely need some action around here! And he gets the cute popular girl, which would be you. But that would make me that Rusty chick... I don't want to get stuck with some awkward farmer! Though it would be nice to have a boyfriend who would fight for me...

This time, Jane actually cracked a smile.

-There is no law forbidding music around here.

-Thank god! I won't be stuck with the Neanderthal!

Jane giggled.

-Come on. The principal must be waiting for us.

-You.

-Us.

-Fine. You and your loyal and useless sidekick.

-Me and my brilliant, funny best friend I couldn't live without.

-You forgot comical relief.

She giggled again. By that time, they had reached the principal's door. Jane knocked.

-Enter.

Principal Fury was a black balding man in his mid-fifties. He wore a black leather eye patch, making him look like a wanna be pirate. He was one of the few people who weren't completely at Jane's feet, which made him one of Jane's favorite person. As she said, there is no point trying to have an interesting discussion with someone who will always agree with you, so she argued with Fury and Darcy. Apparently, chats with Fury made more sense than those with Darcy, but the other girl refuse to accept this possibility. Who could have fun discussing about the management of the chess club with the principal when they could talk about capital things like the ridiculously small ratio of yummy guys compared to the ugly ones? Darcy used to think there would be the same number of each, but she was obviously wrong. Or she had strange taste. That was Jane explanation. Darcy also chose not to acknowledge this one.

Fury looked up from his dinosaur of computer to watch them. He raised an eyebrow at Darcy, apparently as dubious of her usefulness as Darcy herself was, but he didn't say anything about it.

-Miss Foster, it's always a pleasure.

His voice was weary, tired. Darcy wanted to snort. Only in a small town like Puente Antiguo would the arrival of six new students cause such uproar. For as long as Darcy had been in the school, they never had a transfer, even less a pack of them.

-So, what are we looking at, sir?

-We just received their files. I'll let them the privilege of introducing themselves. There will be six of them, five boys and one girl. All seniors.

Darcy frowned.

-If I may interrupt this capital debriefing, how come their all seniors?

-Their all in the charge of Mister and Misses Asgard, who recently moved in town, wishing to get away from the frenzy of big cities.

-They adopted six kids of the same age?

-No, two of them are actually their own.

Jane was the one asking the next question.

-Twins?

-No, but there is only a ten month difference between the both of them. Apparently, the younger one is something of genius, so he was accepted a year before his time, to follow his brother.

Jane nodded, taking all of it far too seriously if you asked Darcy's opinion. Which no one ever did. This was beside the point. Anyway, with these two, the atmosphere remembered Darcy of a movie she saw, where a lot a powerful people were grouped in a room to try and make up a plan to take over the world...

Darcy began to imagine Jane and Fury dressed up in military clothes, in a large, grey utilitarian room, discussing of the best strategy to approach the six possibly problematic individuals.

Jane elbowed her, startling her out of her contemplation. Fury had apparently asked her a question, reveling that she hadn't paid attention to the last... ten minutes according to the office's clock.

-I beg your pardon, sir?

Darcy figured she should be polite, to cover the fact she thought this all to be boring and pointless. At least, she would one of the first to see them! Five dudes, at least one of them was bound to be cute?

-I simply wondered if you wanted to accompany Miss Foster this afternoon, to take the newcomers around, in town?

Darcy frowned. She took for granted she was going. She was pretty sure Jane said they would go. But, then again, Principal Fury wasn't one to take things for granted. He was more the type to check everything four times.

-I would be delighted to go. After all, everyone should do everything in their power to make them feel welcome.

Ok, maybe she was exaggerating a bit, but she wasn't going to pass an opportunity to skip an afternoon worth of class legally. Not that she would do it illegally; she wasn't thoroughly convinced Jane wouldn't tell on her.

No she didn't really believed that, Jane was loyal and everything, but she certainly wouldn't follow. Where would be the fun to ditch alone? Darcy didn't know.

Fury nodded.

-Well then, Miss Foster, Miss Lewis, you can go to your classes. Come back here fifteen minutes before the beginning of the lunch hour. I'll pass them to you.

-All right.

Jane stood, and Darcy followed suit.

-We'll see you there.

Jane turned around and left, Darcy on her heels. Darcy picked up quickly with her friend.

-So what do you think? Five new guys, new possible boyfriend material!

Jane rolled her eyes in mock annoyance.

-Darcy, sometimes I wonder if you ever think of anything else.

-I think about a lot of things! Like the fact I hope Mister Selvig lesson will be as cool as yesterday's. Or what's the menu at the cafeteria. I really would like some enchiladas right now. I'm craving for Mexican. Or lasagna. Or peanut butter toasts, since you didn't gave me time to enjoy mines this morning.

-Darcy, focus.

-Yes, of course. Focus. On what?

-Did you do professor Selvig's home work?

-Yes. Wasn't that complicated.

Jane huffed.

-You're barely keeping up in math, but you have no problems doing advanced chemistry. You do know you're weird?

-Yes, you make yourself a point to remind me at least once a day.

In truth, Darcy was doing pretty well in chemistry. She wasn't a genius like Jane, and she sucked at remembering things by heart, but in chemistry, since she had a good teacher who had a gift to explain things logically, she was alright. It made sense for her. Physics was far too normal for her, to obvious. In chemistry, she could imagine things, see them the way she wanted in her head, play with concepts until she remembered them, but she couldn't do that in physic. The ball falls, and hits the floor. End of story. Jane on the end, though very good in chemistry - she was good at everything- excelled in physics. She was strange that way.

Jane shrugged. They gathered their things and went to their first class. English. Boring, Darcy imagined a scenario where one of the new guys was a secret spy, who came at school to inspect Principal Fury's weird behavior. Darcy would discover the truth, and team with the mysterious guy, to finally realize Fury wasn't the bad guy, and the three of them would infiltrate a top security building with Jane's help, to kick the butt of the real bad guy, who wanted to take over New Mexico, and build an artificial lake in the middle of the desert.

She knew the guy's motive wasn't believable, but she didn't have time to change before the bell rang. And she might have lost some time on imagining the victory kiss she would share with Mystery Guy.

Second lesson. Chemistry. There was hope for this one. They talk about gases. Darcy liked this chapter, though not as much as the one on atoms. There was still room for imagination.

Selvig was interesting, which kept Darcy from going back to her Mysterious Guy fantasy. That was a good thing, if she fantasied too much on them, she was bound to say some awkward stuff to them when they met. She would do it anyway, but it would be worst if she gave herself the impression she knew them. She sincerely hoped she would never meet any of the actors she drooled on, because she would want to bury herself from the shame.

She often wanted to bury herself from shame.

But not today. Today she would be normal, and kind, and smart, and welcoming, and she would make a good impression on the new guys.

Hopefully.

Fifteen minutes before dinner time, Jane gestured Darcy, and they left.

Two minutes later, they were in view of the Office, and Darcy was worried Jane was going to start hyperventilating. There was nothing she could do about it now, since she didn't have any calming strategies that didn't involve her making a fool of herself in front of perfect strangers. Like imitating a commando mission approaching an enemy base. Or screaming that she thought Jane was her best friend, why didn't she tell her about her new kitten? Friends should never do that to each other.

Darcy loved kitten. And puppies. And pretty much any baby animal.

Looking nice and sane to the newcomers would maybe harder then she thought.

They finally saw them. A small group of teens, surrounding Principal Fury who was apparently giving a speech on the wonders of their so-small-it-almost-doesn't-exist school.

Let's rock and roll.

A/N: I will be posting once every week. Please review if you have any comment, if you think someone is not in character, or anything! I'm open to any critic!