A Black and White Documentary: A Titan's Biography Chapter One, a remember the titans fanfic

Hello! I've always loved this movie and have watched it WAY too many times to be healthy.

Anyways I decided to try to write a fan fiction for it! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own none of the original character, that all belongs to Disney!

A Black and White Film: A Titans Documentary

Chapter One: Country Roads, Take Me Home

Driving down the winding roads towards Virginia, a shiny black Chevelle could be seen speeding on by. In said car, was a father and his only daughter who was busy holding up one of her babies, a Canon AV-I, shooting photos of the amazing view from her opened window. It was a special gift from her father, especially since it was the only of its kind out at the time. Photography was her passion, and she was pretty dang good at it too.

"Daddy, you still ain't told me how you managed to snag one of these puppies. They ain't even been released yet!" The young girl asks as she lowers her camera gently down on her lap while glancing over to her father. Said man was quite good looking for his age, he seemed to hold a greaser look from the 50s. His dark hair always slicked up and back into a stylish pompadour, his bright green eyes still held a childish and slightly mischievous glint to them, and his clothing consisted of a simple white t-shirt and dark jeans.

"Now you know I can't go revealing all my secrets, Doll." He answers calling his daughter by her beloved nickname with a slight Brooklyn drawl to his voice, much like his daughter's. She smiles at him before shaking her head and laughing lightly at him.

"Did you do a trade for little ol' me? Come on Pops, I ain't clueless!" She teases while pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Much like her father, Doll (or Dahlia) was quite the looker. She had a full head of hair the color of rich dark chocolate that once waved beautifully down to her mid-back. However, due to the recent move she decided to cut most of it off so that her hair now stopped just above her shoulders. New place, new look she had told herself. She had kind hazel eyes upon her heart shaped face, and lovely lips that seemed to be in a constant pout. She was dressed nicely in a fitted white top and flowing dark blue high waisted skirt that went down to just below her knees. She had wanted to dress more appropriately so she could perhaps blend in a little more. Something told her shorts and a tank top were more for the beaches of her previous home rather than the conservative environment they were heading to.

"If you already know then why ask? Of course I did a trade! I always get the best for my baby girl." He barks out while reaching over to mess her hair up causing her to slap his hands away.

"Pops? Is it nice in Virginia?" Dahlia asks once things settled down between the two. They had lived in California for most of her life and she had to admit, she really liked it there. She wasn't totally against moving to Virginia, but she had heard that people there weren't exactly the nicest ones you could meet.

"Of course it's nice," her father answers hesitantly. Receiving a certain look from his daughter he lets out a resigned sigh and grips the steering wheel a little tighter, "I'm not going to lie dahlin'… Things are different here. They aren't as open minded as us folks back in California."

"What do you mean?" Dahlia asks glancing up from her previous task of fidgeting with one of the dials on her new baby.

"The black community here in Virginia aren't as accepted as they were back home, hun," he warns cautiously. She seems to furrow her darkly colored brows at the thought as she glances down to her own lightly colored skin. She really didn't like where this was going.

"So… They're racist," she states bluntly. Her father chuckles lowly, mumbling something along the lines of, "some of the worst I've ever seen" under his breath.

"Don't worry honey. They're integrating the school this year, which I thought was the perfect opportunity for you," he announces with a smile causing his daughter to look at him questionably.

"I heard they're making a football team." He glances quickly down at the camera in her lap. She smiles slowly catching her father's point, "I think they might need a little help with integratin', don't you?" He asks causing his daughter to laugh and agree with him 100%. Football just happened to be another of her passions. Her two older brothers, who were now away at college, both played football in high school and she just happened to be their own personal paparazzi.

Once the two arrived at their new house, Dahlia took the time to look around at the place she would now call home. All the houses on the block appeared similar to their own, and she slightly wondered how on Earth she would be able to tell which one was her own as she walked home from school everyday.

"Hey!" Someone shouts, snapping her out of her own thoughts. She squints her large hazel eyes and locates the voice coming from across the street. She catches a young man waving at her kindly, which she's quick to answer with a smile and wave of her own. Seeing her response he stops to glance both ways before jogging across the street over to her. When he grows a bit closer Dahlia can see that the boy was quite tall and attractive in a sort of All-American way. He had blonde hair, a good build, and eyes that seemed to be a mix of blue and/or green.

"Hi! You must be the new neighbor," he exclaims once in front of her smiling, "The name's Gerry Bertier." Holding out a hand to her, she glances at it for a moment before grabbing it with her own.

"Nice to meet ya'. I'm Dahlia Black, but most just call me Doll," she greets warmly while shaking his hand. Gerry's quick to raise a brow at her as they release the hold on their handshake.

"That's quite an interesting accent you got there. Where'd you come from?" He asks while staring at her face hard in an attempt to figure it out.

"I'm from California." Smiling wider at Gerry's surprised expression, "I know the accent doesn't match, I picked it up from my father who grew up in New York."

"No offense, but you don't quite fit the description of a California girl." He chuckles after saying. Dahlia laughs and waves it off as well.

"Don't worry I get that a lot! I ain't exactly the blonde and bronze type am I?" She states while holding up a strand of nearly black hair. Gerry nods in agreement as the two laugh a little more in a comfortable manner.

"Would you happen to be going to T.C. Williams?" She asks as she calms down a bit. Gerry seems to grow troubled, before nodding slowly.

"Yeah… It was previously Hammond High... You going there as well I presume?" He asks while rubbing at the back of his head. Dahlia smiles and nods enthusiastically.

"Great! I'll at least know someone there!" She seems to cheer happily causing Gerry to smile at the giddy girl, "You won't leave me out there on my own to die, right?" She asks with a look that reminds him greatly of a kicked puppy. How could he ever say no to a face like that?

"Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I did that?" He answers innocently while raising a hands up to his chest at the accusation. A wide smile slowly makes its way back on to Dahlia's face exposing the dimple on her left cheek.

"I think we'll get along quite nicely Mr. Bertier." She claims while nodding in approval at his answer causing him to once again chuckle at the strange, yet amusing girl. He had to admit Dahlia was beautiful, but his heart was set on his girlfriend Emma. He agreed with her however, and knew that they would most likely get along well.

"Now, would you be a doll and help me carry some of my things in?" She asks sweetly snapping Gerry out of his slight reverie.

"Me? Isn't that your thing?" He jokes before freezing as he catches a glance of the vehicle in front of him.

"Is that your car?" He asks slowly walking up to the shiny black beauty. Dahlia glanced up from under the hood of the trunk and giggles at Gerry's wide eyes and slacked jaw.

"Yessir, ain't she a beaut'?" Dahlia's father asks as he exits the house to see the new arrival. Gerry quickly sobers up and straightens himself out to greet the well put together man in front of him.

"Gerry was it? You like cars, son?" The older man asks causing the teen, who notices the similarity between Dahlia and her father instantly, to nod rather enthusiastically.

"Yessir Mr. Black! We've got a nice new red Camaro sitting in our own garage," Gerry brags slightly causing Dahlia to roll her eyes and mumble something about, 'men' under her breath.

"Well then! By all means you're welcome here anytime. And call me Danny," her father states as he hauls a box over his shoulder to take in the house. Dahlia turns to Gerry and nudges him lightly.

"Guess you're basically an honorary member of the family," she states as they both laugh at her father's antics.

"He's a bit of a grease monkey," she explains lifting a box up and out of the car, "restores, builds, and fixes all sorts of vehicles. However, he does have a bit of a habit of collecting vintage beauties." This catches Gerry's attention, "Who knows, if he likes you well enough he could trade and get you a car of your own," she casually tosses in the air catching him by surprise.

"Let me help you with that!" He's quick to exclaim while grabbing the box from Dahlia earning him another grateful smile.

Once they were all done moving in Dahlia and her father thank Gerry for his help, which he waves off saying, "no problem." He offers to have dinner over his house some time and then bids them a farewell and 'see you later' to Dahlia.