Okay, so this is my first of many crossover fan-fics. Woo-hoo! I just want to say thanks to everyone who supports my other stories. You guys are awesome! Your reviews and messages make my day. I hope you guys like this one. Here a little background on this story. I've always loved the idea of a T70S and GG crossover, so that's what this is. Of course, it places the Gossip Girl characters in the 70s. It's set around a month after Sam shows up, effectively breaking Jackie's heart and sending her to a deep depression. In this fic, Chuck is Jackie's half-brother; they're related through Bart. Jackie, Blair, and Georgina are all cousins, and Georgina isn't evil in this story. Most of the events in both shows still happened. Eric came back from Africa early, and Kelso and Brooke eventually decided to raise Brooke in Point Place. Hope you enjoy! BTW, I don't own these shows. If I did, Hyde and Chuck would be mine! J
Jackie stared at herself in the mirror like she had so many times before. Except that, this time, she wasn't admiring her many attributes. Instead, the loud brunette was sitting there picking apart her flaws. Trying to find a reason why he had chosen her. Married her. Loved her. Just thinking about it broke Jackie's heart. Not that there was much left of it anyways. Jackie couldn't remember the last time she had really smiled. There were those shiny, fake smiles she gave to her friends and the Formans, trying to convince them she was fine. Her friends were too self-involved to notice the changes in her, and Kitty wasn't about to call her out on it. The kind mother-hen would only give her sympathetic smiles and ask her how she was doing. Jackie would always answer fine. But she wasn't fine. Jackie was a mess. She was a train-wreck, to be more precise. Every day, the tiny girl woke up and tried to find a reason to get up. Each day, she lost one.
First, Jackie lost her job. The job she'd worked so hard for. A part of Jackie wasn't surprised. She hadn't expected to work out for her. Still, the lose stung because she gave up Steven for that job. Now she didn't have either.
The second and worst blow was losing Steven. It hit her like a bullet. Her puddin pop ran off and married a stripper when he claimed he wasn't ready to marry her. What did Sam have that she didn't? Jackie was smart and beautiful. Sure, she could be loud, stubborn, ad obnoxious, but she loved Steven. Why hadn't that been enough? Jackie knew they had issues, but she had been sure they could work through them. And when Steven saw Kelso in a towl in that hotel room, she had been sure he would understand and know that she hadn't slept with Kelso. But he didn't. Instead, Steven ran off to Vegas, got drunk, and married a stupid stripper, taking away Jackie's faith in the process.
The next blow didn't hurt nearly as much, but it still hurt. Donna, Jackie's best friend, sided with the whore. The girl she considered an older sister liked the stripper with a Trans Am better then her. This felt like a slap in the face. The blonde hair was starting to get to Donna; she was forgetting her feminist ideals. And without the scrawny neighbor boy by her side, the lumberjack wasn't the same. Jackie tried to help her mend her heart, but Donna just insulted her and pushed her away. And she lost something else in her life.
Without Eric and Kelso, the basement wasn't the same. The new people threw off the balance: Randy and Sam. Jackie didn't mind Randy all that much, but she still thought Eric fit better in his spot. What really pissed her off was how easily Randy and Sam were welcomed in. Kelso, Hyde, Eric, and Donna had grown up together and had been friends for many years by the time she and Fez came into the picture. It took them both time become members of the gang. Then again, the gang was missing two vital links. Without the geek and the pretty boy, their group wasn't complete. And Jackie lost her family.
Well, almost. No one else knew about her other family. The ones that she grown up with. Blair, Serena, Nate, Chuck, and Georgina. While she wasn't related to all of them by blood, they were the closest thing to family she had left. Jackie's memories of growing up on the Upper East Side contained all of them: Blair with her play weddings, Serena challenging her to a race in Central Park, Nate laughing at the wild antics of Tom and Jerry, Chuck lifting her up so she could pick a flower off the swinging pot outside a bakery, and Georgina playing Spin the Bottle. They were the people who really defined her. Jackie knew them as well as the back of her hand. Sure, the six bickered like any other family, and there was always jealously running among them. But, at the end of the day, they were still family. Jackie considered leaving Point Place to live with them in New York, but she didn't feel like explaining her depression.
It felt odd to be in the position of needing saving. Jackie had always been the one to do the saving. She took Blair to see a doctor for her bulimia. She held Serena's hair back while she puked after another night for partying. She made sure Georgina didn't overdose on the hard drugs she was into. Jackie was always there with a sympathetic ear and an understanding smile. She didn't judge because that wasn't what they were about. These people had seen her at her best and worst. Blair had watched her cry in a bathroom at some bar with puke in her hair. Serena had been there when Jackie had that pregnancy scare. They were give and take, but mostly give.
Jackie had never felt so isolated from them. She had always visited over the holidays and on weekends when she could. Lately, though, Jackie had stopped going. She didn't know how to hide her fractured heart from the people who knew her best. Jackie knew she didn't have to hide anything, but she was sick of feeling weak. The tiny brunette couldn't take it anymore.
So, after Sam showed up, Jackie just let the depression slowly engulf her. There was no point in fighting it. She just kept on going, thinking that maybe one day the pain would stop. Meanwhile, Fez started to notice. He knew something was wrong with his goddess when she showed up at his salon and said, "Just cut it all off." Of course, he didn't. Fez couldn't ruin Jackie's beautiful hair. He was shocked the next day at the basement when Jackie took off her hat and revealed her new haircut. It was to her collarbone. When Fez asked her who did it, she answered, "I cut it." Fez knew the old Jackie would never cut her own hair. He watched her carefully over the next few weeks. He watched her get quieter, the bags around her eyes get darker, and the shine in her eyes get duller. Fez considered confronting his friend, but he knew he'd get nothing out of Jackie. The girl who used to wear her heart on her sleeve was now a closed book.
Jackie's decision to kill herself wasn't a quick one. It took her a while to come to that conclusion. She just got sick of losing everything she loved. Jackie woke up one morning and realized there was nothing left for her. Even the way she was going to kill herself differed from the way the old Jackie would've done it. The old Jackie would've done something dramatic like slicing her arms open and letting the blood stain her bathroom. The new Jackie opted for a quicker death: pills. She took a handful of her new sleeping pills and prayed they worked quickly. Jackie wrote out a quick suicide note for Fez. She hated that he had to be the one to find her, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Unfortunately or luckily, depending how you look at it, Fez got home just as Jackie was beginning to black out. He noticed the empty bottle of sleeping pills on the counter. Fez began to panic. He knew that Jackie had been depressed, but he never thought that she would try to kill herself. That wasn't like Jackie. Then again. Jackie hadn't been herself since Sam had shown up. Fez mentally cursed his friend for marrying that stripper. He picked up the frail girl in his arms and ran to the car. Fez gently placed her in the front seat and raced off to the hospital. After using Mrs. Forman's name, he managed to get Jackie into emergency surgery. The doctor told Fez she would need her stomach pumped. Fez only nodded numbly as the doctor explained the procedure to him. "And we've already called Ms. Burkhart's emergency number. A Mr. Charles Bass?"
Fez gave the doctor a confused stare. He had no clue who that was. "Who?" he asked the doctor.
"It's Ms. Burkhart's emergency number, so we called it. He's also in charge of all medical decisions to be made for her, according to the paperwork." the doctor told Fez in parting. Fez stared at the wall. Who was this guy who controlled Jackie's life at the moment? The foreigner didn't know, and that made him nervous. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head. What was he going to tell the gang? Fez knew Kitty would find out and probably tell everyone else. What would he tell Hyde? The though alone made him shudder. Fez decided to let Jackie make those decisions. She could tell whoever she wanted.
Fez decided to just sit there and wait. For news or maybe divine intervention. He didn't know how things had gotten so screwed up. They used to be a bunch of high school kids who didn't know how to serve without each other. What had changed? Fez could answer that. Eric had gone to Africa, Kelso was in Chicago, and Hyde had married a stripper. Those three things had destroyed their gang. Fez couldn't remember his family in his native land. They were like hazy pictures on a slide. When Fez though of his family, he remembered a picture: all six of them were sitting in their seats in the basement, goofy grins on all of their faces. Jackie was in Hyde's lap, a love struck grin on her face. Hyde's grin matched his girlfriend's, and it looked so right. Fez didn't know how to repair the broken gang, but he did know where to start. He asked one of the nurses if he could borrow their phone, and she said yes. Fez picked it up and dialed a number he knew by heart. A familiar voice answered it. "Hey, Kelso. Look, I have something to tell you. You need to come home. We need you here."