The Breakfast Club

Summary: A spin off of the classic movie, coming to you in Point Place. What happens when six people who have nothing in common are trapped in a room together for a day by a coincidence? Takes place around the time S4 or S5…AU

AN: A lot of you probably resent this, but I'm okay with that. I'm not gonna tell you who's channeling what 'cause you can probably guess if you've seen the movie. If you haven't, go rent it, buy it, I don't care just make sure you see it. John Travolta is Mr. Zuko now…I figured why not rip off the most classic movie of the '70s while doing the same with the most classic of the '80s, toodles, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Not mine, everything about The Breakfast Club belongs to John Hughes, That 70s Show isn't mine either, and Don't You that's Dream giver's.

Prologue-Don't You Forget About Me

Danny Zuko enters dressed in a badly coordinated suit, a blue silky top much like the ones they always put Bob in, and white and gold plaid bell bottoms. He walks into the Point Place High School's library and to a table where he picks up a paper. We Hear Eric's Voice:

Dear Mr. Zuko...We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong. What we did WAS wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see us...in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct?

That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed.

We see a Lincoln pull up, inside sits Jack Burkhardt smiling uncomfortably in the driver seat. Jackie sits next to him with her arms crossed over her lavender argyle sweater hidden under a black coat, her hair is curled loosely and bounces as the car comes to a halt.

Mr. Burkhardt looks her over and pats her hair in attempting to be fatherly in a way which doesn't work, as before he touches her head a second time she shrugs away. "Jackie, I know you're upset…"

"Of course I'm upset!" She snaps, turning to glare at him. "You're supposed to be the mayor of this God damn town! And look at you! You couldn't even get me out of a Saturday school, what kind of politician are you? Is it so wrong that in my excitement for the weekend that I skipped the last period of a Friday to go shopping? Should your baby girl really have to suffer through a day of sitting in a room with the future jailbirds of this town because of your mistakes?"

Mr. Burkhardt looked guilty, and stared down at his feet, "I'm sorry, hun, I know this is disgraceful and I promise I'll make it up to you."

Jackie rolled her eyes, "Whatever," She groaned, throwing her car door open dramatically and slamming it in the same manner, her skirt flailed as she stormed across the parking lot and into the school.

A car down a boy watched her as his mother stared at him. Damn, he thought. "Eric, honey, why?" She looked on the verge of tears. "This isn't a blemish on your record we can fix like the SATs…this could be the difference between Harvard and UW. I know it was part of your history project but why was it loaded?"

"I…" He looked at his mother's face, tear-streaked, how could he tell her? "I took it from dad's war collection…as old as it is I didn't think it would be loaded."

"Alright…" She looked uncertain. "Well…I suppose this isn't an ideal situation but…it will give you quiet, uninterrupted space to study." Kitty gave her signature laugh.

"But mom, we're not allowed to study," He declared and she glared at him.

"Well, you young man will figure out a way to study, as smart as you are it can't be hard." She looked far out for a minute, "Your father will pick you up in eight hours. I'm feeling a little…under the weather."

"Alright," Eric Forman got up and out of the car. He shut the door carefully and looked around the parking lot, he tried, despite the fact that no-one was watching, to manage a 'cool' entrance, he looked rather like a wounded duck.

Mike Kelso sat in the front seat of his father's large van fumbling with a lighter in his pocket he was dying to flick it, his father was talking not a good idea.

"Your mother…" Ew, Carly Simon was on the radio. "…is…" Ooo, there was a penny in his pocket. "…very, very…" Very rhymes with berry, rhymes with Merry…ooo, Mary Hamilton…she was nice… "Proud…" And that volunteer librarian who checks out his playboys…Brooke…mhm, he'd hit that. "Understand?"

"Yes." He smiled dreamily.

"Good, now go." His father unlocked his door and he was jerked out of his trance, looking around in confusion then shrugging and getting out of the car, walking into the school, why was he here again? The librarian…right, she was really lucky to have him here outside school hours for her…and he was gonna get lucky in return.

The Pinciotti car came to an abrupt stop as a curly haired boy wearing Aviator sunglasses, many layers and a scowl walked in front of it. Donna, noting she'd arrived at her destination got out of the backseat, shut her door behind her and leaned down to the window only to have her mom speed off…it's because of the divorce, not you, she told herself walking towards the school head down.

My first American school, the foreign boy thought happily, soon I will have my first American friends. He stood happily in front of the school as his host parents smiled and took pictures then he waved goodbye to them and their ever flashing Camera and walked into school.

AN: Reviews are love…it's a point based system on reviews, didn't you know? Lol, it's short and I'm sure some of you hate it but…review either way…just so I know.