A/N: My first That 70s Show fic. Be gentle! The first section is called "Moms" and is just a series of flashbacks between 1970 and 1980. The fifth and last section will take place in 1981. I don't own the characters, don't even own the dvds. Please read and review.

Point Place Junior High Playground

1971

"Damn, Donna! There's gotta be something in the rule book about reaching around me like that!" Kelso whined, kicking the specks of gravel blown over the basketball court. "The sun was in my eyes anyway."

"That's funny because I think I'm an inch taller than you now and the sun's not in my eyes," Donna laughed, giving him a shove. She tucked a loose, thin strand of hair behind her ear and bounced the ball to Hyde before tightening her ponytail. She ran back to guard Kelso, slipping Eric a high-five when they passed each other.

"Okay, just so you know, Hyde, I may be skinny, but I'm spry," she heard Eric say behind her, inducing an amused shake of her head that now came after his comments like dogs came after their food bowls. There was something about them that, even though they were incredibly vapid, she thought, they were funny. Maybe one of her Lost Boys could give her an excuse to use vapid in a sentence today. Right on cue, Hyde rushed past her and hooked the ball right into the basket.

"Yeah, Forman, guess I'm spryer." He grinned, passing the ball to Eric. He held his arms up, waiting for the ball to be checked back to him, when Eric waved at something behind him.

"Guys, I think something must be up because Dave Tramer and Chuck Osogwin are waving over at us."

The three others glanced behind them. Donna brought her hand up to her forehead, keeping it parallel to the ground to see two boys zigzagging down the hall past the swings over to the basketball courts.

"Careful. They're eighth graders," Kelso whispered to her.

"Hey, Forman," the blonde one said. Donna knew the names, knew the faces, but not which one was which. "Got a game going?"

"Yeah." Eric stepped up, hands on his hips, releasing a masculine grunt. "I was just showing my friends here how to set a pike when you showed up."

Donna, Hyde, and Kelso narrowed their eyebrows at him, but either set their jaws or tucked their lips into their mouths to suppress the urge to call him out in front of eighth graders. Donna glanced to her side to see Hyde sticking his hand into his pocket, the flesh of his wrists pulsating, probably gripping his switchblade, she thought. When you're eleven, you have to fight if you want to keep your basketball court.

"Sounds cool," the other one said, and Donna guessed him to be Dave. "Mind if we join you? Actually play a game?"

"Wow. That sounds great," Eric said, eyes wide. "Um, Donna, I don't think we need to change up teams, do you? Okay, Dave, you can join Donna and me and Chuck, you can play with Hyde and Kelso."

Dave, the blonde one, sneered at Donna, all the way from her Chuck Taylors to the apex of her ponytail. Damn the fact her friends were so dense! She wanted to use these words in actual sentences! Her eyes settled on Dave's grimace, shifting her focus. Placing a hand on her hip, she stared back.

"You guys are playing with a girl? From the hill, we thought she was a guy."

"No, man!" Kelso said, stepping in front of Donna. "This is our chick. We play with her all the time, and when I say play…"

"Want to shut up, Kelso?" she snapped. "You don't want to play me or something?"

"I don't know what Dave's complaining about," Chuck said. "I'm the one who gets to guard you." He reached his arm out, his fingers curving, cupping and squeezing the air in front of him.

"Hey, man…" Eric began, but Hyde pulled him back.

"Think, man," she heard him whisper to Eric. "Just sit back and let this happen. Trust me. What she's about to do to them will be far more humiliating and far more entertaining than anything we could do to them."

"So what? You're afraid to lose to a girl, is that it?" She mimicked Chuck, grabbing at all the imaginary boobs in the air, making exaggerated kissing noises at him.

"Wow, I thought you would just some butch girl. Didn't take you to be a bitch," Dave said.

Unleashing a deep growl from her chest, Donna hurled herself into Dave, knocking him to the ground. She took in a strong inhale from hitting the ground so hard. Scrambling up to straddle Dave, she scooted up until her knee pinned his right arm and drew back her own arm.

"Take it back! Take it back!"

"Are you crazy? You really are a bitch! Get off of me!" Dave bucked under her, writhing left, writhing right, trying to knock her off of him. About to lose her balance, she closed her eyes and propelled her arm down, fist clenched. The sound of her knuckles smacking into his flesh nauseated her. Opening her eyes, they locked in on a windy trail of deep scarlet trickling from his lip down to his chin.

"Dave!" Chuck ran at her. A flash of blue ran past her. Eric slammed into Chuck, who just stood there, watching Eric stagger backward, his eyelids fluttering.

Before she could loosen her grip on Dave and dash to him, she heard Kelso and Hyde's cries sound closer and closer before they tackled Chuck from either side, a sort of reverse Red Rover, Donna thought. Turning back to Dave, she drew her arm back once more.

"You gonna take it back now, you misogynistic, elitist, vapid…bastard?" she screamed at him, dizzy from her own rage. Her eyes felt hot, as if they truly were burning. A mix of tears and sweat stung her eyelashes, but she kept her eyes on him, biting her lip. If she could just make that stare icy enough in spite of the overwhelming heat hovering over her cheeks and eyes, he would go away. Dave shook his head. The pig shook his head, she thought, slowly straightening out her legs and standing over him.

Performing a crab walk, Dave backed away from her and ran over the hill and out of sight, Chuck right on his tail.

"That was sort of like a crab walk," Kelso observed, walking over to her and placing his elbow on her. "But it was more like a crab sprint than a walk, huh, Big D? You kicked his ass!"

"Donna, are you okay?" Eric asked, taking one of her hands. She wanted to say she was about to ask him the same question, but she couldn't speak. She just stood there, all the words only she and the dictionary knew had toppled out of her head and into the countless blades of grass keeping her from the basketball court.

"See? I told you Donna could handle it. Now when everyone asks where that guy got his split lip, he'll know the truth is that it came from an eleven-year-old girl." Hyde patted her back, the same way he patted Eric's and Kelso's at times. "That was a great hit."

"Yeah. When a girl beats you up, that has to be the ultimate burn," Kelso said. "I didn't understand anything you said to him other than 'bastard,' but that was the best part anyway."

She looked over at Eric, who was looking at the grass.

"I, um, that fight really knocked the wind out of me," she said, faking a chuckle and clutching her stomach. "I'm just going to head on home." Spinning around, she wiped a tear daring to race down her cheek.

"You don't even want to finish playing?" Eric asked. "It's only 5:30."

"I'm good," she said without turning her head. "See you guys later." Her legs longer than they were last year, she could climb the hill in a few easy strides. Folding her arms, her sweaty tears seeped out of her.

Tell me who you long for
In your secret dreams
Go on and tell me who you wish I was
Instead of me

"Donna?"

"Yeah." It had been the slamming of the kitchen door that caught her mother's attention from the checker-patterned dishes in the sink.

"Honey, what happened?" Midge traced the back of her hand over Donna's blotched, sticky face.

"Mom," she said, plopping into a chair at the table. "We ran into these older boys and…they asked if they could play."

"Did they take Eric's ball?"

"No. They…" Her breath hitched before she could let the words pour out of her. "They didn't want me to play. They said they didn't want to play with me, and, and they called me these names. It was terrible!" The last sentence came out a loud sob, all the rage and frustration and insecurity that built up on the walk home finally escaped out of her in that one sound.

Who cares what I might be for real
Underneath my games
Ill let you chose from a thousand faces
And a thousand names

"You just come into the living room with me and give your daddy those boys' names!" Midge stood.

"No. No, Mom. I took care of it. I split one of their lips."

"Donna!" Midge burst, her voice cracking. She took the seat at the head of the little table. "What have we told you about fighting?"

"I know. I know."

"No. Repeat it. Repeating it is the only way to learn."

"Fighting is only a good idea when it's with Eric Forman because then it's cute," she recited.

"That's right. Aw, sweetie." Midge leaned to the side and held her. "It's all over now. Tomorrow we can go get you a new mitt and you can go back to that basketball and show it off in front of all those boys."

"No. No, it's not over. I can't get it out of my head! Mom, I want to show every boy like them I'm just as good as they are and how wrong they were to judge me. I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone to fall back on! But…" She shivered. "But, but, the guys? They didn't stick up for me!"

"Who did they stick up for?"

"No, no, Mom. I mean, they just sat back when that boy called me those names and they didn't even help me until Eric tried to jump in and then they all ran to his rescue and not mine!" Her hands clawed the tabletop, her elbows drooping over the side. "I know I'm supposed to do things myself. That's what a real woman does. But, I wanted them to fight for me!"

"Honey, listen," Midge said. "You're so different than I was when I was your age. I only had girlfriends. When you're friends with boys, you have to just accept the fact you're going to play by boys' rules, and one of those rules is that sometimes, they say things and do things without thinking. They can say some really stupid things. I hate it when people say stupid things."

Donna raised her eyebrow, transfixed on her mother.

"But, honey, that doesn't mean they're not your friends. Eric and Steven and Michael love you. They're just very, very stupid right now. I'm sure by the time they're men, they'll see how special you really are."

"So…so it's just normal I would want them to stand up for me? I mean, there's nothing like that in The Feminine Mystique." She wiped her eyes and sniffed.

"Oh, honey, that's because they're not feminine. They're boys."

"Mom?" She waited until her mother went back to the load of dirty dishes, the rushing of the water slowing her heartbeat. "Thanks."

Heading into her room, Donna collapsed onto her bed and reached underneath it to pull out her book, wondering why Betty Friedan failed to mention just how complex it was to be a woman in addition to how fulfilling it could be. Putting it aside, she reached under her bed again and dug up Peter Pan. Flipping to the chapter where Wendy is awarded the title of Mother, she sighed and clung to the familiar words.

I'm not necessarily
the girl you think you see
Whoever you want is exactly who
I'm more than willing to be
I'll be insane
A mathematical brain
You Tarzan, me Jane
To please you

I'm not necessarily
The girl you think you see
Whoever you want is exactly who
I'm more than willing to be
I'll be a queen
A foul-mouthed Marine
Your Mary Magdalene
to please you