Okay, so this is my first That '70s Show fan fiction. I haven't seen all of the episodes, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Here's a little explanation so that this story makes sense to you. In this story, Jackie is the same age as the rest of the gang. Kelso and Jackie did go out but never had sex. They broke up, but Jackie is now part of the gang in her own right. Donna and Eric are together, and she and Kelso never ran off to California. Jackie likes Hyde, but he doesn't know. Hyde still thinks she's a spoiled brat. I don't own this show at all; if I did, Jackie and Hyde would be together and we'd know what country Fez is from.

Jackie sat in the Forman's basement, watching Gilligan's Island with the gang. Or, at least it looked like she was watching. Everyone was too involved in their conversations to notice how Jackie's eyes merely glazed over the television and were staring off in the distance. Well, except for Hyde. He did notice this, and it scared him. It was a look he recognized from his own reflection. Hyde wondered what a look like that was doing on Jackie's face. Surely, the spoiled cheerleader didn't have anything bad to think about. Even after reassuring himself of this, Hyde was still worried. Jackie was being far too quiet.

"Hey, Midget, cat got your tongue?" he sneered. Jackie glared at him with her mismatched eyes but said nothing. She was deep in thought, and even Steven Hyde couldn't distract her from that. Hyde looked at her in shock. Where was the fight, he wondered to himself. Now he knew that something was really off with Jackie.

Jackie noticed Hyde's shock and smirked. She had better things to do than fight with him, like trying to ignore the pangs in her stomach. It was almost hysterical how little the gang really knew about her. Jackie's life before them was a total secret, and she intended to keep it that way.

Meanwhile, Kitty was making her famous pot roast when the phone started to ring. "Well, I wonder who that could be," she said to herself while walking towards the phone. "Hello, this the Forman residence. May I please ask who's calling?" Kitty answered sweetly.

"Um, this is Lucy. I'm looking for Blue, please?" the person on the other line replied politely. She guessed it was a girl by the high-pitched voice.

"Hold on a minute, please," Kitty replied briskly. She put the phone down and walked down the stairs to the basement. She figured it was a girl calling for one of her boys. They probably gave her a fake name. "Boys!" Kitty shouted, causing everyone in the basement to turn around. "Which one of you gave some poor girl a fake name?"

The four guys looked at each other in confusion. Finally, Hyde spoke up, "Mrs. Forman, Kelso and Fez are so desperate that they would probably give the girl their real names."

"That's not true!" Kelso shouted furiously. "I wouldn't even give her a name in the first place!" Everyone just rolled their eyes at how stupid Kelso was.

"And Fez would never treat a girl that badly, Ms. Kitty," Fez added innocently.

"Donna's got Eric on a leash, so we know it definitely wasn't him," Hyde joked. Eric glared at his surrogate brother.

"She does not!" Eric started to protest but stopped when Donna smacked him. "Okay, she does," he admitted sheepishly. His girlfriend smiled smugly.

"And I don't give girls phone numbers, much less names." Hyde responded. "It's probably just a wrong number."

A light bulb went off in Jackie's head. "Mrs. Forman, who did the person ask for?" she asked the kind older woman sweetly.

"Someone named Blue," Kitty responded patiently. She knew Jackie had an idea about who was calling.

Without a word, Jackie headed upstairs. She knew it was her best friend, Lucy. Lucy and Jackie had been friends since they were five years old, practically inseparable. Being the same age and next door neighbors could do that to you. Lucy's family was just as messed up as Jackie's, so the girls relied on each other for advice and guidance. She had moved away a year ago, and Jackie had missed her immensely. The girls still kept in touch through long letters and the occasional phone call, but it wasn't enough. Jackie knew Lucy was running away from the same problem she was, and neither girl was succeeding. Lucy was one of the few people who knew the real her. The nickname Blue had been her idea.

The gang followed Jackie upstairs, curious to see who would call Jackie at the Forman's and by a different name. Surely none of her cheerleading minions.

Jackie picked up the phone. "Luce?" she asked carefully.

"Blue! Oh my God! It's so good to hear a sane voice!" Jackie smiled at the sound of her best friend's soothing, energetic voice. It reminded her of better times, of all-nighters where they would just talk about anything and everything for hours.

Jackie noticed everyone else was listening in on her conversation, but she didn't care. She was dying to talk to Lucy. "Nice to hear from you too. I got your last letter. Are you still there?"

Lucy just laughed, and Jackie automatically knew her friend was still wandering. "No, Arizona got boring. I'm sick of places with sun and no fall weather. I got your letter. How are you?"

"How does sunshine get boring?" Jackie asked with a laugh. "And I'm fine, I guess. Where are you right now?"

Lucy hesitated for a moment before answering, "Point Place, Wisconsin." She rubbed her ears after hearing Jackie's shriek. "Gosh, save my eardrums, please."

Everyone in the room noticed how Jackie's eyes light up with child-like glee. None of them could ever recall seeing her this happy. "Seriously? When did you get here?" Jackie asked excitedly.

"About ten minutes ago. I'm at the Hub. Get your butt down here now!" Lucy responded happily. She was glad to be back in Point Place. Sure, traveling was fun, but Lucy had missed her best friend. Plus, she knew Jackie needed her. And, even thought she'd never admit it, the two girls needed each other.

"I'm there!" Jackie answered enthusiastically. She hung up the phone and noticed everyone staring at her. They'd all found Jackie's conversation to be weird. "What?" she asked with her hands on her hips. For a midget that only weighed eighty pounds, Jackie could be pretty intimidating. Mrs. Forman had gone outside for a cigarette, so there were no noisy adults around.

"Who was that?" Donna asked curiously. She had seen Jackie happy, but that dimmed in comparison to the Jackie standing in front of her. She was almost bouncing in place.

Jackie thought about telling them but decided against it. There was too much background information she would need to give them to explain her friendship with Lucy. "No one. I'll be at the Hub. See you guys later!" Jackie answered before leaving.

When she finally got to the Hub, Jackie looked around. Then, she heard someone shout, "Blue!" Jackie turned around to see her best friend, weary but smiling.

"Luce!" Jackie yelped. She gave the girl a fierce hug and sat down. Lucy looked good. Her honey blonde hair was longer and cut in a shaggy style that was flattering to her. She was wearing a white tank top that had safety pins holding it together with ripped jeans and worn-out combats boots. Looking at the two girls together, you would never guess how alike they really were. Lucy looked like she belonged with the Runaways while Jackie was the picture of innocent. This always made Jackie laugh; she was anything but innocent. "What made you come back to live with us commoners?" Jackie joked while picking up a French fry and then putting in back down. Lucy noticed this.

"I don't know. I was just driving out of Arizona and decided that it was time for me to come home. Not that I actually have a home here anymore." Lucy replied wistfully. Her dad was dead, and her mom was locked up in a mental hospital. Lucy had been legally emancipated since she was fifteen, which meant she could come and go as she pleased. Point Place would mean nothing to her if she had never meant two people: Jackie and Jason Burkhart.

Jackie shook her head. "Of course you have a home here. You'll live with me," she reassured her friend. Anyone else would ask what her parents would think about that, but Lucy knew better. She knew that Pam Burkhart was whoring herself out somewhere in Mexico while her husband was doing illegal business in New York. Jackie basically lived alone, except for the housekeeping who came in monthly. Lucy also knew it hadn't always been like that.

"If you insist," Lucy responded. Jackie suspected her friend was accepting partly out of pity, but she didn't mind. Jackie Burkhart didn't care for pity, but she could take it from Lucy. Lucy had seen the best and worst of her and was still her friend. That was a remarkable feat.

The two girls chatted about old times, and Jackie caught her up on the latest gossip in Point Place. Hanging out with those idiotic cheerleaders did pay off in a way. Lucy couldn't wait to see everyone's faces at school. She knew no one had talked about her since she left on Jackie's command. Lucy wondered if anyone would have the balls to bring up Jason; she guessed no. Lucy was also excited to meet these new friends of Jackie. She wanted to test them and see how much Jackie had told them. Knowing Jackie, it couldn't be much. Oh yeah, tomorrow is going to be an interesting day, Lucy decided. It was definitely good to be home.