Pickles, a Vacuum cleaner, and a Long Walk in a Roller Skating rink (Oh my!)

A Round Robin Story By Sweet Audrina and fellow writer who is so very awesome in her awesomeness, Debby

Summary: Sweet Audrina and Debby attempt to write a story honoring the greatest TV show couple that isn't quite together yet, Jackie and Hyde. Coincidentally, Sweet Audrina has the bitch job of starting it off, so it has no plot to speak of yet.

Rating: A safe PG13

Author number one note: This is a round robin, and it is my turn first Debby has a request that this chapter has these three items: Pickles, a vacuum cleaner, and a long walk in a roller skating rink.

I will get to name three items she must have in the next chapter, and that is how our game is played, feel free to leave item suggestions.

Disclaimer: I disclaim.

It was a frigid September day when Michael Kelso walked back into her life. She told herself quite firmly that she wouldn't rush to his side, that she would play it cool, uncaring, the perfect ice princess. It had hurt when he left her so abruptly, so very coldly, and it still hurt. It hurt her with such intensity that she almost felt like the air had left the room every time she thought about it. Every time his name was mentioned. His name was branded into her brain, and illegibly scrawled on the shard and shatters that were once her heart.

Yet, there she was. Standing before him and Donna. She could see that there was nothing going on between the two of them, it was in their eyes. There was someone else, though. A girl. A pretty girl. Tall. Blonde. It wasn't Laurie though, this girl looked like she actually had a heart beating beneath all that chest.

"Hi, I'm Jackie. Who are you?" Jackie asked the blonde, whom Kelso had slipped an arm around.

"This is Vera," Kelso introduced, keeping his eyes on Vera, and avoiding Jackie's penetrating stare.

"Oh. Hi, Donna. Good to see you around again." Jackie gave neither Kelso nor Vera a parting glance, before rushing off just a little too quickly. She couldn't be near him anymore, in one meeting it felt like he had mercilessly killed her soul.

How she had gotten all the way to the roller-rink, she had absolutely no idea.

Why she didn't rent out any skates, she had no clue, and neither did the people at the rental desk. She was well known around that place, and they asked no questions. As long as she paid to get in, she could paint the walls with pickle colored polka dots in her skivvies for all they cared.

She had taken several revolutions around the rink before realizing there were other people actually on the rink as well. They were all zooming around her at mach 10, trying very hard to avoid her, and she decided she had better get to safety before-

She didn't see the chubby little nine-year-old boy until he was just a spinning face, an unfocused face, above her. He hadn't been watching where he had been going, just like she hadn't. Point A met with point B, and Jackie, who was point A, had been slammed into the wall, which hit her in the back of the head with a bit more force than was needed to successfully render a person unconscious.

She woke up to the sound of the vacuum cleaner that was being pushed around by the roller rinks head janitor. She felt a bit uncomfortable where she was lying, and found it to be a hard wooden bench. She sat up, and felt the back of her head. No blood, just a pretty bump roughly the size of a grade-A egg.

"The owner didn't want the ambulance to frighten the customers, so we just let you sleep off that knock on the head. You've been out for quite some time, about half an hour, and we've closed up now. One of the skaters was a paramedic. He checked you out and said you were just fine, but shouldn't be walking home anytime tonight. Do you have a way to get home?" The janitor inquired. His whole speech had barely registered with Jackie. She did comprehend the question about the ride home, and she shook her head. Not entirely sure.

"Well, I can take you home as soon as I am done with this shift. You can wait, can't you Jackie?"

At the sound of her name, Jackie widened her eyes.

"What did you call me?"

"Jackie. You know very well that I know who you are. Your dad and I play poker every Saturday night. I'm Reggie Blakeney."

"Actually I don't know who you are. You're sure Jackie is my name?"

Reggie gave her an exasperated stare.

"Of course! Don't you know who you are girl? Are you teasing me?"

Jackie's eyes filled up with tears and she shook her head.

"I think it would be best if we called a doctor after all," he muttered, heading for the phones.

Jackie didn't know what to do. She really didn't trust this man. How could she know for sure that he knew who she was? What if it was a trick?

She rose shakily to her feet, and headed for the door. Reggie caught her retreating form out of the corner of his eye, and he dropped the phone to go after her.

"Jackie, wait!"

She didn't look back at him, but increased her steps to an awkward run, her head still throbbing. She had to get out of this place. She had to-

"Hey where are you going?" She had collided head on with a young man in her confusion. Unknown to her, it was Steven Hyde.

End of Chapter

Items: Leather armchair, a heated argument, and a photo album