Jackie Burkhart's Revenge

Hello all, yes it's me, back again in starting another story. Not sure if I'll continue this, or make it a one shot, reviews will decide that. I own nothing of 'That 70's Show', although I wish that I owned Jackie. I mean DAMN she's f'ing hot!! I mean have you seen Mila lately, she's really should be the number one on the MAXIM HOT 100 list, she blows every other out the' water, well her and Rihanna. But out of actors she's number one, singers goes to Rihanna, CHECK OUT 'RATED R', this album is her best work yet, and I believe that the skies the limit. Now back to the story.

"Hangin' out, down the street, the same old thing, we did last week! Not a thing to do, but ta-alk to you! Were all alright! Were all alright! Ooohhh-Yeahhh!"

Point Place, Wisconsin, 1981, Two years later,

She looked out of the front of the car's window, and smiled as she watched Kitty baking in her kitchen. She heard a cough, and turned to look at her husband, "What?" she said, giving him a look. He smiled back and leaned across their car to whisper at her, "Feeling homesick are we?" Giggling she pushed him back, and watched as he started to giggle as well. Putting on a mock-stern face, she frogged him in his toned arms, and he gave a surprised yelp of protest. She found his voice to be extremely sexy, and she couldn't believe it was his voice that produced that sound. His voice had grown into more of a bass sound since the time she'd joined with him, and it didn't hitch as much as before, like he was more confidant of his voice, she liked to think she gave him that.

Smiling they hugged each other, and she let him rub his hand up and down her scalp. His hands worked magic, and it helped calm her down, and that calm would be much needed in the days to come. "Will they hate us?", she asked her husband, and he only laughed making her give him a puzzled look. Seeing she wasn't finding this as funny as he did, he stopped, and looked into her eyes. "Jackie, they will have to deal with this, and if not," he gave her a shrug, "then we don't have to deal with them." She didn't like his plan, for she knew the lengths Hyde would go to to get her back, if he still loved her. She dropped any feelings for Steven J. Hyde the day she left Point Place, and now she was happier than she'd ever been in her entire life.

"Why are you smiling?" he piped up, and she had to try hard not to laugh at her thoughts. "Nothing, just thinking about what Hyde might try and do, when he finds out." His hand went still on her scalp, and she noticed the tensing of his body. "Do you want him back?" he asked, and she immediately responded. "God no! I love you Eric." at his confused frown she continued, "I was thinking more of what you'd do to him if he tried anything." Smiling the once scrawny star wars geek, still is infatuated with it, flexed his bronze muscles. "Yeah, I'd snap him like a twig." Smiling she added, "But we snap him like a twig together honey, you know that."

Smiling even brighter he looked her up and down, "Yeah, you got some good muscles on you too love." She took a second and looked herself down as well. "Yeah but I'm not as strong as you are, Luke." He laughed at her nickname for him, and lightly frogged her, "Me thinks not, Midget." Then he stopped and looked her up and down again.

God, she's fucking hot!, Eric thought as he looked her up and down again. Yes, he'd said she was hot before, but now, with that golden bronze tan, watch out America the Forman's are in town. He took his time this time, and he deffinantly liked what he saw. She was wearing a red sweat jacket that covered her breasts well, and a green Packers hat on, newly bought, with a black pair of Wrangler jeans, with a white/black pair of converse canvas shoes on. He took his time going up her body, noticing that she had her jacket unzipped enough to give him a peak at her breasts, and he stopped there. He noticed that she had grown to what he estimated to be a full b-cup, bordering on a c-cup, and she had gotten that sexy tan there as well.

Then he noticed that she had on a red/black plaid shirt on under the jacket, and knew where she got that. "Finally wearing the shirt I got you huh?" he said looking back up to her eyes, and gave her a devilish grin in response to her devilish stare. "And just where were you looking Mr. Forman?" she asked bending over a little to show him more of her chest. His throught immediately closed, and he struggled to open it to form a coherent sentence to respond to that. "Damn," he muttered, and felt her smack him on the forehead with a giggle. "Yes Eric, I'm wearing the shirt you got me for my birthday, thanks by the way."

She saw the smile on his face at that memory, and smiled herself, it was a fun night. It had started out much like their recent, as in less than a minute before, little escapade. Oh yes she remembered that night well.

Two weeks before, Berlin, Germany,

Jackie watched as Eric brought the gift that he'd gotten her out of the closet. He'd made her wait all day, and while she had seriously cut down on the extravagances, now that she had what she truly wanted she had no need for such trivialities, but she was still Jackie Burkhart, and she wanted her present on her birthday damn it! "Eric," she made her voice sound as whiney as possible and it didn't work. "No Jackie, not until you blow out the candles on your cake." She pushed her lips out in a fake pout, and got a laugh from him. Finally realizing he wasn't giving in, she gave him a mock-glare and breathed in. Still glaring at him, she blowed out the candles, and made an open eyed wish. 'Please let us work out.' She wished, then she spoke up. "Now can I get my present?" she said to him, earning a laugh, and he tossed the gift, wrapped in horses!, at her, and she grabbed it.

She knew that the gift was lightweight, but she didn't care, the thought behind it mattered to her now, well that and the man giving it to her. Eyeing him, she slowly pulled the paper off the box, and watched as he silently willed her to continue opening the box. She gave him a grin, and she slowed the opening to an even slower speed, and he gave her a glare, one that said 'hurry up, NOW!' Smiling she ripped open the rest of the package, and looked at the open faced box. She gasped and immediately looked up to him, and saw the smile on his face. Dropping the box she jumped onto his lap, and attacked him with kisses. Pulling back she looked him in the eye, and showed all the emotions that she felt. "Yes Eric, yes I will!" kissing him again, she started to rip his shirt off to show his bronze torso, and felt him do the same. Winter in Germany was COLD, but she didn't mind. The box was left forgotten for the moment, as the two young lovers got closer to fire. In the box, wrapped in a red/black plaid shirt, was a diamond wedding ring, on a piece of paper that said, 'Jackie Burkhart, let's go to America'. But under it read, 'Will you marry me?'

Jackie came out of her reminiscing by her newly minted husband, of six days, who nudged her in the shoulder. Smiling she looked back at him, "Yes?" she asked. He smiled at her, and turned the car over to finish driving it around the bushes, "Let's give them a Christmas present to remember, shall we?" At her laugh, Eric turned the ignition, and pulled the recently bought 1971, red, with black stripes, SHELBY MUSTANG, into the driveway, gunning the engine.

Forman Kitchen,

"Kitty," Red yelled trying to get his wife's attention, who immediately turned towards him, "What Red?" she asked. Smiling Red folded the paper he'd been reading, and gave her a look, "The kids are gone again." And he wiggled his eyebrows. Smiling Kitty walked over to him and sat on his lap, giving him a look of her own. "Red," she said starting to get up and lead him the stairs, "let's.." but she was interrupted by the sound of a muscle car pulling into the driveway. Pissed off that they'd been stopped, Red got up and yelled out to the dumbass that had ruined the moment.

"Hey, DUMBASS!" Red said, "you just picked the wrong carport to park that piece of cra," but when he saw the car he stopped. Smiling he walked up to the car, eyeing it while missing the two people smiling in the front seats of the car. "Wow," Red said in awe, "this is a," he was stopped by a familiar, if deeper sounding voice. "Yes this is a 1971 Shelby GT500 Mustang." The man said as Red looked up.

Eric was smiling as his father forgot all about his rant and went about inspecting the classic car. "Eric," Jackie whispered to him, which made him turn his head to her and whisper back, "yes?". Smiling she pointed to Red, "You better stop him before he smudges the car up." Smiling Eric opened the door, and finished his father's sentence. "Yes, this is a 1971 Shelby GT500 Mustang." He watched as his father turned his head up, and the realization of who owned the car hit him. "Eric?"

Red heard the voice, but it couldn't be him, it just couldn't. But looking up, he realized that the car did belong to his son, and his son was back. He couldn't get over the shock of it all, I mean he'd last seen his son over two years ago, and if this was his son, then it meant that Eric had done something with his life. He looked his son up and down, and couldn't believe that Eric, his Eric had turned out to have a body like a god. Now he wasn't a pansy gay, (A/N: No offense to gay's, just Red's attitude.), but he'd be crazy not to want a body like his son's apparently was.

Smiling as his father looked him up and down, he walked up to his old man, and pulled him into a manly hug, one armed, and more of a chest bump. "Hey dad, I'm back." And then he released his father, but grabbed his right -hand in a weak handshake. He released his grip as his father's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "Sorry, I've gotten stronger then I realized." And he put his hand into his jacket pocket, seeing as it was 19degress outside with a wind chill of –2. He watched as the shock passed his father's face, and then Red smiled at him.

Eric waited the full three seconds before he heard the screech that his mother had perfected. "My baby's back!" he waited for the onslaught of woman that was heading his way, and planted his left foot back. He didn't have to wait long before she ran full force into him, but unlike normal, he didn't budge and she grabbed onto him to keep from falling down, and she pressed her thumbs into his already sore muscles. "Oh, sorry Eric I didn't know that you were so rooted to the ground." then she giggled at her own joke, and Red rolled his eyes.

Smiling he rubbed his sore arms, and looked at his mother. She'd obviously changed her hairstyle, as it was now a shade of darker red, and was straighter then he remembered it to be. "Mom, did you change your hair?" Eric said as he looked down at her. He knew that she wasn't paying any attention as she was eyeing him up and down, obviously impressed by his new –found muscles, which were toned and now appeared to be a golden brown, thanks to the African sun. He looked to Red and rolled his eyes at his mother's actions, and Red moved to pull his wife of his son. "Now Kitty, I'm sure Eric didn't come back to be attacked by you, so let him go."

Eric turned his head to the other side of the car as the door opened, and his wife came out of the passenger's side of the car. "Jackie, what are you doing here?" Kitty said as soon as she saw the young girl climb out of the classic car. "Hey loud one." Eric heard his father say to her, and he smiled even more while looking at his wife of less than a week. She smiled at him, and pulled the Packer's hat down over her ears further to protect them from the cold. "Nothing, just getting a ride from a 'friend'." She said, keeping their combined secret for the right moment. Eric turned his head, and saw his parents take in the appearance of both of them.

Nodding his head toward the house, Eric moved towards his old stomping-grounds while talking to his parents. "Come on guys, let's go inside it's cold out here." He risked a glance at Jackie, and saw her roll her eyes, as if to say 'DUH!'. Smiling he pulled the door open, and waited the minute for the others to move inside, then he shrugged and pulled the door closed behind him.

Red watched his son go inside, and then turned towards Jackie. "Steven misses you." He said, and he was surprised by her laugh. "Well he'll have to get used to it, because I'm done with him." Then she hugged him, and hugged Kitty, and then they went inside to talk with Eric.

Eric had taken his coat off, and watched as Jackie, and his parents walked into the house. Smiling he took their coats off, and handed Jackie and Red a beer from the fridge. "Thanks." He heard Jackie say to him, and he sat down next to her as his father took a seat, along with his mother. "So, Eric," his father started, and Eric watched him stumble on the words he wanted to say to his son. "Yes, I'll tell you about Africa." He felt Jackie's fingers tense around his, and knew that she wanted to wait. Giving her a squeeze in return he asked his parents what they wanted to know.

An hour later,

"So you got a transfer to Germany, and learned German?" his father asked him, and Eric smiled. "Jah Vater, ich sprechs Deutsche" Smiling he watched his father cringe at the foreign language, and added, "But we stayed in the Allied zones." That made his father smile, and take another swig of the COORS that was in his hand. His mother spoke up next, "Well, I don't understand how you and Jackie ended up together in Africa." Eric looked at Jackie, and smiled, "She needed a place to stay, and given the fact that I had a spare room, and I never really used the room in the first place, I let her stay, I mean we are friends after all."

Eric turned his head as his father spit his beer out, and asked his next question. "Friends, you two called each other the foulest names I've heard two sober friends call each other, and you now say that you were friends?" Eric smiled, and shook his head at his father, 'same old Red', and "Yes dad, that was just a, way to pass the time." Jackie stabbed his foot with her converse's heel, and he stifled a groan. Smiling she took over, "No, Eric, you and I know, we were archenemies in high school." Eric turned towards her, and plastered on a look of hurt, "Jackie, I thought we'd become friends."

Red watched the two, and it clicked in his head, they'd become more than friends. Smiling he looked at Eric, and said, "So when's the wedding?" Three sets of heads turned towards him, but only one with shock. "What are you saying Red?" Kitty asked him, and he smiled at her. "It's obvious Kitty, they're smitten." He watched as his wife turned towards them, and narrowed her eyes. "Is this true?" she asked, and Eric and Jackie turned to look at each other. They silently communicated with one another, before she mouthed the words, 'NOW!', to Eric. He smiled as he watched Kitty's eyes keep their mock glare, but dance in the light of the room.

Eric looked towards Jackie, and he looked into her eyes. Over the last year they'd become expert at talking without talking and they could practically say anything with their eyes, and the other could tell what it meant. So when he read her eyes, they said, 'Eric we have to tell them.' He looked back into her eyes, and communicated, 'no, what if they' but was cut off. 'NOW!' her eyes said, and he sighed, knowing that he'd never be able to beat her when she was in one of her bossy moments. Looking back to his parents, he smiled, and breathed in.

Jackie watched as her husband breathed in slightly, something she alone seemed to notice meant that he was extremely anxious about what was to come. She breathed in as well, and turned to watch her in-laws reaction to the news. "Mom, dad," she heard her husbands sweet voice, and she felt the fear coming out of it, and now she was wishing that she hadn't pushed him into this, but it was to late now.

Eric kept his eyes on his father's head as he started telling them the news. "Mom, dad," he stopped and swallowed, the fear in his voice hopefully level. He looked over to Jackie again, only to see her looking out to the car, and he knew that she was worried about what was going to happen. In the long two years he'd spent with her, he figured out all of her quirks, and he knew all of her tactics to avoid, or push a conversation into the direction that would keep her feelings safe. But he also knew when she had things she did when she was afraid, or when she was nervous, and looking away was one of them. So he trudged onward, looking into his father's eyes.

Kitty watched as her son looked at the girl sitting next to him, and she turned her eyes to look at Jackie as well. The first thing she saw was the carefully hidden anxiety that was written all over Jackie's face, and Kitty could only wonder what it was about as her son started talking again, and she gave him her attention. "Mom dad," he started again, and she held her breath hoping that he'd say that he and the little girl would get married. "Me and Jackie are already married." Kitty turned toward Red in shock, and waited for the explosion that would come forth, but it never came.

Red looked at his son, then at the girl who was now staring straight at him. He waited for a second, just to make them sweet, and he loved every second of it. He saw the sweet beads form on the foreheads of both of them, then he smiled, then the laugh formed out from his stomach. "Man the look on your faces." He said still laughing. When he calmed down again, he stared at them. "Finally something done right." Then he took a swig as he heard them both let out the breath of air that they'd been holding in.

Eric felt the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, go out, and then he picked up Jackie's hand. Smiling he looked at Jackie, who turned her head toward him, smiling, and he thought of something to say that would make her mad. "Yes, Jackie is now, Jacqueline," he paused, letting her catch on to what he was doing. When she did she said, "No Eric," Laughing he continued, "Beu," "No Eric," "l" "ERIC!" she said almost at a scream. " ah. Burkhart. Forman." He smiled when her mouth dropped, and she stared at him. Laughing he looked at her her, and noticed that she was now glaring at him. Then her lightning quick arm shot out, and she frogged him with all her might in the sore spot she'd made days before, and he winced.

Red watched as she glared at him, and he knew what she was planing next. So when she punched Eric in the arm, he smiled as he yelled. "OOOWWWW!" then he started to rub his shoulder vigorously. "What you do that for Jackie?" Eric asked as he continued to rub the spot she punched. Smiling she turned towards Kitty, "That's a good, Mrs. Forman?" Three heads turned towards the door as Kitty was holding a bottle of Jack. "Okay, now tell us the whole story about Africa." Kitty said as Red watched his wife place four glasses and a bottle of liquor on the table.

Eric and Jackie looked towards each other, then back to Kitty and Red. Eric smiled, and elbowed Jackie in her sore spot, then pointed towards his mother and father. Glaring at him, Jackie kicked his big toe, with another "battle" wound, and turned toward Red and Kitty. "Fine, you want to know the whole story?" At Red's sigh, she smiled and she smiled back. "Okay," then looking towards Eric she said, "well remember the thing with me and Hyde." AT their nods she continued, "Well, all that year up to that summer,"

A/N: 2: Okay, this took me a long time to write, like TWO DAYS long. And it's longer than any of my previous chapters in any story I think. So tell me what you think, I'd love to know if you liked it. So click on the review button, and it will decide if I write any more chapters to this.