The phone would not stop ringing. Who the hell was calling her this late at night? Jackie reached over to her bed stand and fumbled around for the phone.

"Hello?" She uttered still half asleep. Shit, it was still ringing. Damn it, she had grabbed her cell instead of the cordless. Jackie threw her cell phone on the floor and started rooting around her bed trying to find the still ringing phone. She found it on the sixth ring. "Whoever this is, it can wait until tomorrow." Jackie paused and looked over at the clock. It was four in the freaking morning! "It's four AM and I just got back into town. I haven't slept in days and I could give a shit about what you want." Jackie growled into the mouthpiece. She was just about to end the call when she heard a familiar voice speaking in an urgent tone.

"Jackie, don't hang up. It's Fez. There's been…"

"Fez! Do you have any idea what time it is? I am in no mood to hear about your needs and who is fulfilling them at the moment. I'm never in the mood for that but especially not now when I just got back in from Berlin. I'm tired and I think I caught something from this little brat that was sitting in front of me on the plane. He kept turning around and sneezing in my damn face. Call me tomorrow. Goodbye."

"No, Jackie wait. Please. I need to talk to you. It's important."

Jackie lay back down in bed and sighed with frustration. "Fine, make it quick Fez or the next time I see you, you'll have to spend days not satisfying your needs after my foot has turned your parts black and blue." Jackie listed to dead air on the line. "Fez, come on out with it already."

"Okay I just don't…Okay. Donna and Eric went away to Cancun for their second honeymoon and…"

"Fez, what the hell? I think I can wait to hear about their tri…"

"Jackie! Just hush. Look, on there way back they were in a car accident. I…"

Jackie sat up quickly in bed and dropped the phone. No this couldn't be happening, not now. Not after they had worked so hard to patch things up. She scurried onto the floor and grabbed the phone.

"Fez? Are you still there?"

"Yes, I…"

"What happened? Are they okay?" Jackie got out of bed grateful that she hadn't had the chance to unpack after her trip. She ran over to the bathroom and flicked the light on.

"The doctors, they don't know yet. They are both in surgery. They were hit head on by a drunk driver."

Jackie put her hand over her mouth trying to stifle the sobs that were quickly trying to overtake her. "Oh my god" Jackie managed to squeak out. "Fez, I'll be there as soon as I can. I just need to call work and then hop on a plane. It'll be there in 6 hours tops."

With that Jackie pulled herself together, threw the phone down and grabbed the clothes she had been wearing earlier off the hook on the bathroom wall and got dressed. She called her boss and explained the situation and he told her to take all the time she needed. He had always been great to her she thought. Thank god he hadn't asked too many questions. She didn't have time to give him answers. Jackie grabbed the suitcase she had haphazardly placed on the stairs just a few hours earlier, left her apartment and headed towards LaGuardia airport praying that she got there in time and that her friends who had already been through so much would be okay.

A/N: This is something that has been running through my mind since the finale. Its really cliché and I'm not sure if I should continue or not. What do you think?