A/N – I don't know where I'm going with this story, I just started writing and this came out. It focuses on the lives of everyone in the show in the future and their families. I hope you enjoy and leave kind reviews, thank you.

Disclaimer – I don't own That 70's Show or any of its characters, just these OC's.

November 27, 1997

"Anton, would you please hurry up," Steven Hyde pleaded with his middle child, aged ten.

"I have to finish this really quick, just hang on," Anton said. He was playing a game on his computer that he thought was the coolest thing on the planet.

"You've been playing on this thing for three hours, we have to go, come on," Steven snapped, getting frustrated.

"I don't even want to go to the stupid game," Anton said, rapidly jabbing a key on the keyboard.

"It's the last game, you need to go," Steven said, trying to keep his frustration under wraps, "You can do this."

"If I go we're sure to lose," Anton said.

"Anton, don't be so hard on yourself," Steven said, trying to lift the boy's spirits.

"I'm not being hard on myself, I'm just telling the truth," Anton said calmly, sitting back in his chair after finishing a level in his computer game.

Steven sighed, "Come on, your sister wants you to go. She thinks highly of you. Besides, we have to go out anyway. We're going to a cookout later."

Anton looked up at his father, his eyebrows furrowed, "Why?"

"Because Jackie and Dan just moved back to town and I want to see them," Steven said, crossing his arms irritably, "Now get your ass up and get in the damn car."

Anton stared up at his father for a moment then said, "I haven't even showered today."

"You're going to be playing soccer, you don't need a shower," Steven said, grabbing the shoulder of his son's button down shirt and pulling him to his feet, "Just get in the car, we're going to be late."

Anton sighed, "Fine. I'm going."

Anton walked past his father and out the bedroom door. Steven sighed and ran a hand across his forehead, "It's going to be a long day."

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"Come on, Anton! You can do it!" Leah, Steven's oldest yelled over the other parents cheering for their own children.

Leah was always supportive of her younger siblings, she was a nice young woman. Everybody liked her.

Anton was playing offense right now, the spot he was weakest in. He was just running up and down the field right now, no one bothering to pass the ball to him.

"Come on, buddy! You've got this!" Steven called, clapping, trying to give him a little confidence. Steven watched the game for a moment and eventually a foul was called, then Anton's coach called a time out, calling the young boy over to him.

Anton trudged over to him, looking a bit annoyed and very tired, also a little upset. The coach put a gentle, but somehow still firm hand on his shoulder before he spoke, "Show a little confidence out there, buddy."

Anton gave the coach a sort of glare, "Why? We're still gonna lose."

"Don't be so negative," The coach said, giving the boy a supportive look, "Can't you be confident? At least just a little?"

"Fine," Anton rolled his eyes before he looked out at the field briefly, "I'll try not to suck."

The coach sighed and shook his head a little, "Just try your best okay?"

Anton nodded but stayed silent.

"Alright, then go on. Get back out there," The coach said, trying to show support.

Anton ran back out onto the field and stood in his position, waiting for the ref to blow the whistle. After it was blown, the game was back in motion.

Steven looked back out at the soccer field and watched the game for a minute, then he saw the ball roll across to sit in front of his son's feet.

"Go, Anton, go!" Leah cried, standing up.

Anton started kicking the ball and running with it, a look a pure determination on his face for once. His legs moved faster than he thought was possible and as he neared the goal, his leg went back and he started to kick it forward and then—BAM!

Anton fell onto his back hard, all the air being kicked right out of his lungs. He started coughing hard and trying to find his breath, but he was panicking now, and it wasn't helping. He couldn't breathe.

"Shit," Steven cursed quietly to himself before he stood.

Steven clambered down the bleachers quickly, finding his way down the steps and going out onto the field. Steven ran fast as he tried getting to his son's side, sliding down onto his knees as he finally reached him.

Steven helped him into a sitting position and tried calming the boy down, "Anton. Look at me, look at me…"

The boy's anxiety ridden green eyes looked into his father's as his chest heaved as he sucked in sharp breaths.

"It's okay, you're fine. You fell, you're going to be okay," Steven said, rubbing his son's back soothingly, "Slow down you're breathing. Breathe in and out, slowly."

Steven directed his son for a few minutes, and eventually he calmed down a little.

Anton coughed as the air finally seemed to get into his lungs. Steven turned his head and glared at the ref who hadn't blown the whistle until the other team stole the ball and scored.

"What the hell? Why didn't you stop the game?" Steven called out, glaring at the ref, his eyes as sharp as daggers.

"I didn't see him there," The ref tried, but his excuse just made Steven even more furious.

"You didn't see him?" Steven cried incredulously, "He was tackled! He couldn't breathe!"

"I didn't see him," The ref repeated himself, shrugging.

Steven grit his teeth, "You didn't see him, my ass!"

"Dad…" Anton suddenly groaned out, garnering Steven's attention.

Steven saw the tears in his son's eyes and rolling down his cheeks, prompting him to ask, "What's wrong, buddy?"

"My leg," Anton sniffled, "It hurts."

Steven looked down at his son's leg, inspecting it to see if there were any bruises or scratches. His ankle was a little puffy and there was a scratch on it where the other kid's shoe had hit him.

"Okay, it's okay. Come on, let's go," Steven said, scooping up his ten year old into his arms.

After he got to his feet he started back towards his other two kids, but as he passed the ref he gave him a vicious glare. What a dick.

God, was this going to be a long day.

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Steven ended up taking Anton to the emergency room where they told him that he just had a sprained ankle and that he'll be fine in a couple a days as long as he stays off of it.

Steven was thinking about just going to see Dan and Jackie tomorrow and get his son home, but Anton told him he still wanted to go because it would make his father happy. So after a bit of bickering with each other Steven decided they'd still go to the cookout.

They pulled into the Forman driveway around six o'clock that evening, the sun was already set. Steven felt bad for being late, but what could you do? He had a hurt child, they'd understand.

Jackie had gotten married the first time in 1981 to a man called Craig. Jackie had their son Brandon in the June of 1982, meaning he'd be fifteen now, the same age as Steven's daughter Leah. Craig was sick when him and Jackie got married with ALS and he died in early 1983. He told Jackie that she needed to move on and find herself someone else to make her happy. And she did, and that was Dan.

Dan and Jackie started dating in early 1984 and in late 1984 she gave birth to another son, Gregory. Gregory was a sickly looking boy who struggled with asthma. He wore round little glasses and always tucked in his shirt, Steven's seen the pictures. He was apparently very hyper active though and had an odd obsession with rodents. He had a pet hamster and a pet guinea pig, and he was currently begging for a rat.

In 1993 Jackie gave birth to a third boy named Tyler. He'll be turning four in a couple of days. Jackie says that Tyler is the happiest child there's ever been. He's always smiling and giggling and playing with his brothers. He liked playing on his father's guitar and he liked to play basketball with Gregory in the driveway.

And just a couple of years ago Jackie had her last child, a two year old named Kimi. Kimi was an odd name for a boy, but Jackie said she liked it. It was Finnish or something. He was oddly blond, doctors call it a mutation. Kimi had a collection of Hot Wheel's and liked watching Bear in the Big Blue House and the only food that mattered to him were Cheerio's.

Jackie had her first born son here in Point Place. Brandon, as Jackie states it, was a bit self-conscious, but what fifteen year old wasn't. He wasn't very athletic and didn't really enjoy sports in the first place. Jackie says he's very interested in learning everything he possibly could about his real father. Jackie says something's happened recently and Brandon and Dan don't seem to get along as much as they used to.

Jackie married Dan in 1985, a few months after Gregory was born. After they married, they moved out of Wisconsin and went to live in Las Vegas, but Jackie got relocated on her job and she moved back here to be closer to everyone she knew and loved.

So now here they were.

"I love this place," Leah commented, her arms crossed as she sat in the back seat with her little sister.

Steven smiled, "You say that every time we come here."

"That's because I love it so much," Leah smiled and looked out the window, looking up at Kitty and Red's house.

Steven rolled his eyes, "Come on, let's go."

The family of four got out of the car and started towards the house. It was supposed to be a cookout, but they've probably already ate.

Steven took his kids up to the doorstep, Leah carrying Anton in her arms so he didn't have to apply pressure to his ankle.

Steven rang the doorbell and then stepped back, waiting for the door to be answered.

"Do Jackie and Dan have any kids my age?" Anton asked.

"They have Gregory, but he's a couple of years older than you," Leah said, remembering her father talk about her Aunt Jackie and her family, "But I've heard he's a good friend and likes pretty much everyone."

Anton nodded in understanding.

"Cool," He said quietly.

"No, it's fine, Mrs. Forman, I got it," Steven heard Jackie's voice say behind the closed door.

And then, suddenly, the door opened, revealing Jackie Burkhart, or now Jackie Rose, who immediately beamed when she saw Steven, "Steven! Oh my God!"

She immediately hugged her old friend tightly, so very happy to see him. Steven smiled into his friends shoulder as he returned the hug.

"How've you been?" Jackie asked as she finally pulled away.

"I've been doing fine," Steven said, shrugging.

"I heard about what happened," Jackie said, frowning now, "Between you and Rainy. I'm really sorry."

Steven shrugged it off, "Well, you know. What's in the past is in the past. I'm moving on. I'll be fine."

Jackie felt a little awkward now bringing that up, but she noticed Steven's kids standing behind him, "These must be your kids you're always going on about."

Steven smiled and looked back at his kids, "Yep. This is Leah, my oldest. She's fifteen."

"Hi," Jackie smiled, shaking Leah's hand, "It's very nice to meet you. What happened to this little guy?"

"He got hurt at his soccer game today," Leah said, looking down at her little brother.

"I'm okay," Anton suddenly chirped, smiling a small smile up at Jackie.

"You're Anton, right?" Jackie asked and Anton nodded, "Well, it's very nice to meet you."

"You too," Anton smiled, shaking Jackie's hand like the little gentleman he was.

Jackie then looked over at the youngest child who was holding her father's hand, who didn't seem to know what was going on, "Lizzie, right?"

The girl nodded, pushing a strand of blonde hair out of her face. Lizzie was only two and a little shy around new people, she'd come around, eventually.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Lizzie," Jackie smiled at the little girl, wiggling her fingers at the child.

Lizzie shyly hid behind her father, but wiggled her little finger's back.

"Well, uh, come on in," Jackie smiled, moving out of the way, "Dan's in the kitchen with the others. You know your way around."

Steven nodded as he and his children walked in past Jackie. They quickly made their way into the kitchen, seeing Eric, Dan, Fez and Kelso all standing around chatting.

"Hey Dan," Steven smiled, garnering the men's attention.

"Steven," Dan smiled, shaking Steven's hand, "I'm glad you could make it."

"Yeah, sorry we're late," Steven said as he pulled away from the handshake after a moment, "Had a little mishap at Anton's soccer game."

"Well, that's okay," Dan smiled, looking over at the young boy in Leah's arms, "The kids always come first."

Steven then quickly introduced his kids to Dan before he started chatting with his old friends and catching up. Leah had taken Anton and Lizzie into the living room so they could rest and maybe socialize a bit. Donna was in there talking to Kitty, so they could keep a watchful eye on them.

Most of the kids seemed to be in here. The little kids anyway. Jackie's kids were in here, well, three of them were anyway. She saw Gregory, she remembers him from the pictures. He was staring intently at something on the TV, seeming extremely interested. Then there was the nearly four year old Tyler playing with some Hot Wheels with his little brother Kimi.

Fez's two youngest kids were in here. Seven year old Diego, who was listening to some music on his MP3 player, dancing to it. The kid had rhythm. He's been taking ballet and tap since he was three, and now he was learning salsa. He was good at it already, too.

Fez's youngest was also here, playing with the Hot Wheel's with Tyler and Kimi.

Kelso only ever had one kid and that was Betsy, who was now eighteen years old. She graduated high school in May, whereas Leah just started it in August.

Eric and Donna had two kids as well, but they were older as well. Their oldest was Christina and she was seventeen. She was on the swim team and she's been told to keep going at it, and if she did she could compete in the 2000 Summer Olympics.

Their other kid, he wasn't as impressive and accomplished as Christina. His name was Eddie and Eddie had a knack for getting into trouble. He was Leah's age and has been arrested several times for stealing, fighting and once for public indecency. Eddie just didn't care, and Leah liked that about him. That why he was her best friend. She tries getting him to stop his illegal activities, but he never seems to listen.

Leah decided she'd go downstairs to the basement and see what Eddie was up to. He was probably just watching the TV on mute as usual while Metallica blares through the speakers of his radio.

"Hey, Anton," Leah said to her younger brother, making him look up at her, "At least try and socialize, okay? There's that boy right next to you, talk to him."

Anton looked over at Gregory slightly, careful not to make eye contact before he looked back at his sister and nodded, sighing nervously.

Leah smiled down at him and ruffled his hair before she turned and started towards the basement. She went down the stairs quickly once she heard the heavy metal guitar blaring through the speakers. Yep, as usual, Eddie was down here.

Leah reached the bottom of the stairs and was greeted by all the other teens. Christina was chatting with Betsy by the door, Fez's step-daughter Suzuka was also here, but she was playing her game boy whilst she sat in the chair a few feet away from the couch where Eddie was sat, arms crossed and staring at the muted television.

Leah smiled and stepped over to the couch, jumping over the back of it and planting herself next to her best friend.

"Hi Eddie," Leah chirped cheerfully, giving him an exaggerated happy smile.

Eddie looked over at Leah, but he didn't smile and he kept his arms crossed, "Oh, hi Leah. What's going on?"

Leah shrugged, "Not much. My brother sprained his ankle."

"Bummer," Eddie said, watching the TV intently, "Is he alright?"

Leah nodded, "Doctor said he'll be fine in a couple of days, he just needs to stay off of it."

"Well, that's good," Eddie said.

Leah nodded and hummed, looking around. This room was so 70's it was sickening. Red and Kitty hadn't changed a thing since her Uncle Eric was a teenager. Eric's old records were even still here. They were over by the—Hey, who's that?

Leah saw a boy, around her and Eddie's age, sitting on the floor by the record player, a pile of about ten to fifteen records in his lap as he looked at the track listing on the back of the one in his hand. It was a Rolling Stones album, Leah didn't know which one.

He had dark, nearly shoulder length hair and dark eyes. He seemed quite interested in those records, studying the back and front very deeply.

Leah nudged Eddie, "Hey, who's that?"

Eddie looked down at Leah for a minute, as if trying to comprehend what she had just said before he finally turned and looked at the boy behind them on the floor, "Who? That freak over there?"

Leah nodded, smiling a tiny bit, wanting to know who he was really badly, "Yeah. Who is he?"

Eddie turned back to the TV, "That's that Jackie woman's son, Brandon I think is his name. He's barely said three words since he got here. The kid's a nut job."

Leah hummed in curious suspicion before she stood, "I'm gonna go talk to him."

Eddie nodded, "Yeah, you do that."

Leah went around the couch and slowly approached the boy. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jeans as she stopped to stand in front of him, he didn't even seem to notice she was there.

"Hey," Leah said, making him flinch a little bit.

He looked up at the girl, not even cracking a smile and said, "Hey," before he looked back down at the record cover in his hands.

"I'm Leah, what's your name?" She asked politely, smiling down at him.

"Brandon," He said simply. He seemed annoyed. Leah wondered why.

Leah looked down at the record in his hands, which prompted her to ask, "You like the Rolling Stones?"

Brandon shrugged, "They're alright. I always liked the Beatles better."

Leah nodded, "Yeah, me too."

Leah had all of the Beatles records at her house stored in a large bookshelf in her bedroom. She loved the Beatles, along with an array of other artists from 50's to the present.

"You got a favorite?" Leah asked.

Brandon looked up at her, his brow furrowed curiously, but the annoyance was still in his eyes, "A favorite what?"

"Band, musician," Leah said, as if it were obvious.

Brandon looked back down at the record, but he answered her question, "The Smiths… What about you?"

"Blur," Leah replied.

Brandon gave her a look, as if that were the worst answer, "You like that Brit-Pop crap?"

Leah smiled and crossed her arms, "Yeah, I do. You got a problem with that?"

The corner of Brandon's mouth twitched and he smiled a little bit, "Its shit."

Leah smiled a little wider now, "Well, at least they're not always singing about how they're depressed."

"Yeah, alright," Brandon said, looking away again.

"Y'know," Leah started, shifting her weight onto one foot, "I've got a bunch of records at my place, maybe you can come by sometime and check 'em out?"

Brandon looked up at Leah again, "It's not all poppy is it?"

Leah shook her head, "There's a wide variety of music there."

Brandon nodded a little, "Yeah, alright. Maybe I'll stop by sometime."

Leah beamed, "Great."

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Steven was currently standing outside with Jackie, Jackie wanted to step out for a minute and get some fresh air, and Steven sensed there was something wrong, so he followed her. She seemed a little off, something was bothering her.

"So Anton plays soccer, huh?" Jackie asked, leaning against the railing of the front porch.

Steven nodded, "Yeah. He wants to quit though, and since today was his last game he's probably going to."

"Brandon used to play sports when he was little," Jackie said, "He played them all. Football, baseball, soccer… He quit every one of them."

Steven furrowed his brow, "Why? He didn't like them?"

"He sucked at them," Jackie replied, turning her head to look at her longtime friend, "He's never been good at sports. He used to want to play them so he could fit it."

"Yeah, Anton's the same way," Steven said, trying to make her feel a little better, "He wants to be popular, so he's trying pretty much everything."

"Popular? Isn't he in like, the fifth grade?" Jackie asked, her brow burrowed.

Steven nodded, "School's changed a lot since we were there."

Jackie nodded, "Yeah, I guess so… How long's it been now? Eighteen years?"

"Nineteen for me and the others," Steven said, "Remember, you're a year younger than the rest of us."

"It seems like forever ago," Jackie said, smiling sadly, "I remember the most important thing used to be my hair and my clothes. Now I'm raising four kids who always seem to be out of control."

Steven had to ask, he had to figure out what was bothering her, "What's wrong, Jackie?"

Jackie sighed, shrugging a little bit, "Gregory's getting into trouble at school all the time, Kimi keeps talking about wanting to race…"

"Race?" Steven asked, raising an eyebrow, "Like track?"

Jackie shook her head, "No, go karts."

"Oh," Steven said, "Well, he's only two. He can't start racing until he's older, right?"

Jackie shook her head, "I looked it up the other day. The greatest racing drivers started early, most of them when they were in elementary school, but a few started when they were three."

"Well, maybe he'll change his mind," Steven assured, hoping it make her feel a little better at least.

Jackie shook her head, "Did you know Fez's son races?"

Steven frowned and nodded, "Arthur? Yeah."

"And how long has he been racing?" Jackie asked.

Steven shrugged, "I don't know, about two years."

"He's five, Steven, five," Jackie said, "He started when he was three, Kimi will be three in June…"

"Well, if it makes you feel any better," Steven started, "Arthur's a pretty good driver. He's never come first place, but he's not bad. He won third place last weekend."

"Is it safe?" Jackie asked nervously.

"For three year olds?" Steven asked, "Yeah. They can only go so fast and they don't generally race. It's usually just teaching them how to drive. That's how Arthur started out anyway."

"When do they start actually racing?" Jackie asked.

"Arthur started when he was four," Steven said, "They usually teach them how to drive for about six months or so and then they get them out on the track. But even still, they don't go that fast, they're only four."

Jackie sighed, "Dan thinks this is a good thing. He's already started looking into it, and there's a track for kids about an hour or so away from here. He said he's going to go and talk to the guys there soon and get some information. He thinks Kimi could be a NASCAR driver, all my luck he'll be Formula 1. Do you know how much more dangerous that is than NASCAR?"

"Jackie. Jackie calm down," Steven tried, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder, "He's two. Maybe he'll race for a year and get bored with it? You don't know what he's going to do in his future. He'll probably end up like everybody else. He'll go to college and get a degree in some weird job and do that. Being a race car driver is every little boy's dream, trust me. He'll be fine."

Jackie sighed and ran her hands across her face, "He's not even my biggest problem," Jackie looked up at Steven, sending him a pleading look, "Brandon's out of control."

"What's wrong with Brandon?" Steven asked on concern for both her and her family.

"I don't know, that's what I'm trying to figure out," Jackie shrugged her shoulders, "He's always arguing with Dan, he tries faking sick to get out of school, he barely speaks to anyone anymore and when he does he's yelling. I haven't seen him laugh or smile in so long. Somethings wrong, I'm worried about him."

"Well…" Steven didn't know what to say, "What can I do to help?"

Jackie's hazel colored eyes locked with Steven's, her eyes pleading. She was just wanting somebody to help her, "I need you to help me. Can you do that?"

Steven didn't know how he would help her or if he even could, but for some reason he still said, "Yes."