A/N: Hey everyone! So after that super long hiatus, I am back to writing fanfiction! For fans of my other T7S story, don't worry. I'll get back to that one. But I thought first I'd test the waters with a new story to change things up a bit and get my creative juices flowing. So, this will be a short multi-chapter fic (maybe 5, maybe more, we'll see) taking place in season 7. The next part will be up by the end of the week! Pinky promise. An a special thanks to my friend nannygirl for helping me out with the start of this one. Hope you like it!
"Kids, I have a surprise!" WB smiled with satisfaction when, as predicted, this announcement shut his kids up. Even Kelso, who had been torturing Steven by constantly bringing up his relationship with Angie, looked interested.
"We're going to Disney World?" Steven feigned childish excitement.
"Why don't you come outside and see for yourself?"
Steven followed WB to the parking lot of Grooves, Angie and Kelso trailing close behind.
As they walked, WB prefaced his gift. "Well, son, I was thinking about how many father-son things we missed out on doing together. Riding a bike for example-"
"Yeah," Kelso interrupted, "Hyde's no good at riding bikes, probably on account of how his mom was too busy whoring around to teach him." Hyde punched him in the arm, as expected. Only momentarily phased, Kelso smugly said to Angie, "yeah, I'm a pro biker rider myself. Been a master of the two-wheeler since I was eight. I'm real advanced for my age."
"Kelso, man, that's not early. Most kids ditch the tricycle when they're, like, five."
"Right," WB said awkwardly to reign the conversation back in. "So as I was saying, we never got to do things like that, so I thought I'd do you one better." He stopped in front of a brand new motorcycle.
"Man, are you serious? This is mine?"
"It's all yours, son." WB's smile was enormous as he handed Steven the keys. He knew money couldn't buy happiness, but it sure could put a smile on a kid's face. He'd had hundreds of moments like this with Angie: Christmas, birthdays, graduation-he was fortunate enough to have the money to reward his daughter for being the wonderful person she was. They had lots of fun moments without presents, of course, but there was something so exciting about watching someone's face as they received a surprise. He knew his son probably hadn't had his fair share of moments like this with his mother, nor the man he had thought was his father. He also knew, however, that although he wanted to even out Angie and Steven's share of moments a bit, he couldn't give something to just Steven. It was the way you'd treat a three year old who just got a baby brother-the baby gets lots of attention and gifts, so sometimes you get the older one something too, to ward off jealousy and sibling resentment. So, of course, he had something for his little girl too. "And Angie, for you." He gave her keys on a purple keychain.
"You're not giving me a motorcycle too, are you?"
"No," WB replied, noticing the disappointed look on Kelso's face. The boy was probably already picturing a motorcycle with a sidecar that they could share. "But I did get you a car." He pointed to a gorgeous cherry red convertable.
In a rare moment of lost composure, Angie sqealed and hugged her father. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best."
"Yeah, man, this is...thanks, WB. Really."
"You're welcome." WB walked over to Angie's car, which she and Kelso were already examining. He opened the back door and pulled out a helmet, which he promptly gave to his son. "A couple of rules, kids. Steven, you better wear this, and Angie-" his eyes went from his daughter to her boyfriend, "don't let anyone else drive this. Got it?" His kids both assured him that they did, and so he said the words he had been waiting to deliver since he made his purchases; "let's take these for a spin."
The hospital could be overwhelming. Kitty Forman had worked here long enough not only to know that, but to keep calm on days that it was. Today was one of those days. It had been very busy the past few hours, a blur of stretchers, wheelchairs, and IV poles. It was easy to miss something in the jumble. Kitty had been caught up in a whirlwind of emotions when it happened; she was saying goodbye to one of her favorite patients, a teenaged girl who had been burned in a fire and was finally ready to be released, when the stretcher passed behind her. She heard the quick back and forths that were customary when emergency patients came in-the patients age, gender, the situation. It had gone in one ear and out the other, though-she'd only noticed at all because of the whir of speedy stretcher wheels and the loud, urgent voice of the person pushing it. By the time she turned around, all she saw was a pair of boots going around the corner, and then nothing.
She turned her attention back to the high schooler. "Well, Paloma, I think I speak for all of us when I say we are so, so proud of you and excited for you to be going home!" She grabbed the handle's of the girl's wheelchair and led her out of the room, starting in the direction of the waiting room, where she knew for a fact that Paloma's extended family was waiting with balloons and cards.
"I'll miss you and the other nurses, but I'm so ready to get out of here." Paloma smiled at Kitty.
Kitty giggled. "I bet you are. Do you have any big plans to celebrate?"
"Mom said she'd make my favorite lasagna tonight for dinner, and Becky, my best friend-"
"I remember Becky. She seemed like a very sweet girl."
"She's alright," Paloma joked. "No, she's the best. So, Becky is coming over for dinner, and tomorrow we're having a movie marathon at my house."
"That's wonderful, dear."
Kitty saw the balloons as soon as they entered the waiting room. "Surprise!" Paloma's mother gestured to her grandparents, who held the balloons and a teddy bear. Kitty, however, got a much less pleasant surprise; The second thing she saw upon entering the waiting room was Michael Kelso and Steven's sister, Angie. She was used to seeing her son or husband, who often picked her up or came to bring lunch, but there was no good reason for those two to be here. "Excuse me," she said to Paloma's family before making a beeline to the familiar faces.
"Oh, hey, Mrs. Forman!" Kelso broke into a grin, albiet not the giant, unrestrained one he usually bore.
Already, Kitty could feel her palms beginning to sweat, and her stomach tied in knots. "Kids, what are you doing here? What happened? Did someone fall off that stupid water tower again?"
"Well," Angie started hesitantly, "Dad got Steven a motorcycle..." She looked to her boyfriend for reassurance. "And he crashed it."
Kitty looked in horror at Kelso for conformation, hoping the boy would break out with an exuberant "we got ya, Mrs. F!" Instead, the boy turned to Angie and simply said, in a hushed voice "I told you he was no good with bikes."
A/N: So that's our prologue! I hope you enjoyed and come back for the next chapters! Coming up: will Hyde be okay? How will everyone react to the news of the accident? Thanks for reading! Until next time, dear readers. Stay tuned :)