Disclaimer: I own nothing, just trying to keep a few of us entertained.

Author's Note: Hello everyone! Well January 18th has arrived. 'Finally' I bit a lot of you are thinking. Thanks so much for all the reviews and alerts you guys, I'm so happy that you guys are excited as I am. This is once again, something totally different for me and I'm looking forward to seeing if I can pull it off. Quick little notes before you start read. Always remember I am not a doctor nor am I studying to be one, the only medical stuff I know is from ER and it's been almost two years since I saw an episode. Second, the beginning of each chapter will be in italics, showing part of a video Hyde shot of Kitty, before she got really sick. That's about it, so Enjoy!

Kitty Forman sat on the couch in her living room. She fluffed the curls in her hair and smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on her skirt.

"Do I look ok?" she asked

"You look great." Hyde nodded from behind the video camera he had already started filming with. "I'm glad you're finally doing this."

Kitty took in a deep breath before looking up at her adoptive son.

She shook her head slightly, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"It's gonna be fine. Don't worry." Hyde reassured, "This tape is gonna be one of the ways we remember you. It's the one we're gonna show future generations."

Kitty gave an uneasy expression before smoothing out her skirt once again.

"Are you sure I look ok?"

"Positive."

Comforted by Hyde's response, Kitty nodded and sighed before looking back up.

"Ok, let's get started."

~*~

It was Saturday afternoon when the two decided to call the others. She didn't know, because they didn't tell her. She didn't want them calling anyone. Especially him. But the two knew that she wanted her whole family with her now, even if she wouldn't say it out loud.

They split the list of names in half. She would call three and he would call three. Each of them had at least one person their list that was difficult to contact.

He had just finished his second phone call. The first one received no answer. This time things had gone a bit smoother.

The second phone call had been to Kelso, over in Chicago.

After making small talk with Brooke, he had been passed over to Kelso. He then went on to explain the situation. Kelso had of course been shocked, but once that wore off he had agreed to be back in Point Place by Monday.

Kelso had also said he would pass on the word to Fez, who lived in the apartment next-door to him.

He was thankful for that. It meant one less person for him to call. However, he did wish Kelso had volunteered to tell the other person Hyde had to call, instead.

He hung up the yellow phone and sighed.

The room was silent, but her voice could be faintly heard as the other person talked to someone on the phone over in the other room. He still had plenty of time to make that first phone call again.

But he didn't want to.

But it was for her. And she had done some much for him over the years.

Slowly he picked the telephone back up to his ear. He then proceeded to dial the number with the Seattle area code.

Several miles away in the state of Washington, a young man watched the ringing phone, which rested on his desk, from a distance. He had done the same thing a few minutes ago when the phone rang the first time.

He had a good feeling on who it was. He also had a better feeling about what it was about. He didn't want to deal with that. Not now, not ever. If he just avoided it, it would be ok…until…well when he got to that point then he would worry.

The ringing stopped and he let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. But then something unexpected happened. His answering machine clicked on and the person on the other line left a message.

"Answer the damn phone." the familiar voice commanded him, "Now."

He wasn't exactly sure why he did it. But he picked up the phone. It must have been the tone of voice the man used with him. It was the one that was used when he needed to get his point across. It was a scary tone.

Taking a deep breath, he began the conversation with the man he hadn't seen in almost a year.

"Hey."

~*~

Minutes later Jackie Burkhart walked into the kitchen and saw the back of the man on the phone. His voice was angry as he griped tightly onto the receiver and he argued with the person on the other end.

"Alright, fine. I don't give a damn anymore." He told the man on the other line, "Stay in Seattle, I don't care. Just know you're disappointing her."

With that said he slammed the receiver back onto the hook. He stayed quite for a few seconds never seeing Jackie until he felt her tiny hand touch his back.

He turned around with surprise and faced her to find a small smile on her face.

"Hi." she greeted softly.

"Hi." he said in a gruff voice, as he leaned up against the counter

"I got in touch with Donna. She said she'll be here by Monday." Jackie explained and the man nodded, "Any luck?"

"No." he grumbled and sighed with frustration.

"At least he answered." Jackie stated, letting him know how it had gone with the two other phone calls she had made.

He sighed, "Yeah he answered, but not the answer I wanted to hear." he closed his eyes for a few seconds, "He doesn't wanna come. He says he can't make it. What a load of…"

"Steven." Jackie interrupted, "I know your upset, but you can't get too mad at him. He's just scared."

"Yeah." he answered as he looked her straight in the eye, "He's not the only one."

Hyde then walked out of the kitchen and through the swinging door. Jackie just watched him leave, she knew he was going upstairs and he'd probably calm down once he was there. Besides she couldn't think about that right now.

She had something more important to do.

~*~

Steven Hyde knocked lightly on the bedroom door before pushing it open.

When he walked inside he was welcomed by a scene that use to pain him, but after so long he'd gotten use to it. Well as use to it as he could. After all, how could he ever really get use to seeing the woman who was like a mother to him, lying in a bed slowly slipping away?

It was about four years ago when it all began. The group had all split up by then. Laurie left…somewhere…no one was quite sure where. Kelso went to Chicago to help Brooke raise Betsy and Fez was quick to follow his partner in crime.

Donna left to Madison to go to college, she had left with her boyfriend Randy. The two were now living in Rhode Island, newly engaged. Eric had returned home from Africa and stayed in Point Place for about a month and then found a job. In Seattle.

Of course Kitty had been heartbroken at the thought of having her baby boy so far away from her. All of her kids were now off with their own lives in their own cities, far from Point Place. Except for Jackie and Hyde.

Hyde had the record store to take care of. A job that he was actually happy to do. It paid well and wasn't a lot of work, what wasn't there to like? And Jackie had found a career as a personal shopper. Being paid to shop, it was her dream!

However, the two remaining 'Basement Babies' didn't exactly get along. Even though 'Sam the Striper' was long gone, the memory and the pain were still there. It was a tough time for them, once everyone was gone and they were the only ones that remained.

Hyde still lived with the Formans and Jackie visited the couple as often as she could—they were like the parents she had always wanted. Each time Hyde and Jackie saw each other all hell would break loose. There were Zen expressions displayed, names called, and plenty of burns made. But that all stopped when Kitty got sick.

It had started off with Kitty feeling pain in her legs, back, and the rest of her body. She complained about it but no one—including herself—thought anything of it. Then there was the tiredness that came a few weeks later. Kitty was always an active woman and so her tiredness did not go unnoticed by her family and especially her husband.

Red would tell her to go to the doctor whenever he saw his wife looking more drained then usual or when she would complain about the pain. Kitty would only shake her head and remind him she was a nurse and didn't need a doctor. Then the headaches started. And then she began to loose weight, without even trying. That's when she knew something was wrong.

Kitty had cancer.

The next few months after the diagnosis, consisted of time mostly spent at the hospital. There were several surgeries and treatments Kitty had to go through, and through them all were three people by her side. Red, Hyde, and Jackie.

The others came for the occasional visits. Laurie was the only one who they never seemed to get in touch with. All they had was the number she had left them, nearly six years ago.

Eric had come a few times over the years. He came when Kitty had her first surgery and during one of the times that she was hospitalized for some treatments. After that visit though, he made sure he only came when she was feeling well. Jackie suspected it had to do with how ailing Kitty had looked.

A few months ago everything seemed to be going great; Kitty was doing better than she had in a long time. Sure there were the occasional bumps in the road, that would send her to the hospital for a few days but Kitty was convinced that the worst was over.

So when Red got invitation to a veteran's convention in New York, Kitty had insisted he go. It would only be for a week, and she did have two of her little angles with her in the house.

Hyde was still down in the basement and Jackie had moved into Laurie's old room during the months when Kitty was at her worst.

And though Red knew the two dumbasses would take care of his wife, and she did seem to be getting better, he couldn't leave her. Not for a week.

Somehow Kitty managed to work her magic on him and got her way.

Red left for New York, in the uniform he used when getting together with old war buddies, on Wednesday morning. But he didn't leave without giving Kitty a long loving kiss and threatening his two adoptive children with a good ol' foot in the ass.

"You take care of her," he told them before he stepped out of the house, "Or I'll stick my foot so far up you ass you don't want to know what will happen."

Yeah, they were in big trouble.

It had started off fine, until Thursday afternoon when Kitty started with a strong sharp pain she had never felt before. Hyde and Jackie rushed her to the hospital and hours later had received the devastating news.

Kitty was dying; there was almost no way to stop it. The doctors gave her only a few weeks, maybe less. They all wanted her to stay in the hospital but she refused, saying she didn't want to die in a hospital; she wanted to be in the place she loved. Her home.

And so that's where she was now. In the bedroom she shared with her husband for over twenty years. Lying alone in the bed, an IV machine at her side, looking a bit tired and frail.

"Hey Mrs. Forman." Hyde greeted softly as took a seat in the chair that had been moved to the bedside, "Eh…I mean Mom."

Kitty smiled a small smile. She was sick, but she tried to keep a strong appearance for those around her.

"Steven, where did you run off to?"

"Um nowhere." Hyde tried to sound convincing, "I was just downstairs making a few phone calls."

"Oh?" Kitty asked raising her eyebrows, "I hope you didn't try calling him."

Hyde shook his head, "Don't worry, I didn't."

It wasn't a lie. After all, he wasn't the one who tried to call Red. That had been Jackie's job.

"Good." Kitty nodded, "There's no need to worry him and make him rush home. I am sure he's having fun with his old friends. It's something he needs."

Hyde just nodded, not knowing what else to say. He wasn't about to lie to her and say he wouldn't call Red. The man needed to know. He also wasn't so sure how he should break the news to her about the others.

"Um, Mom how would you feel if I had some of the guys over on Monday?"

"That's fine, Steven." Kitty assured, "You tell Jackie she's welcome to spend some time with a sick old woman if you boys get to be too much to handle."

"Actually," Hyde began with a soft chuckle, "it's not just guys coming."

Kitty frowned a small frown and Hyde had to smile.

"How would you feel if all your basement babies came to pay you a visit?"

For the first time in the past few days, Kitty's eyes lit up and then filled with tears. Happy tears.

"Oh, Steven…" she said not quite sure what to say, "Really?"

Hyde smirked, "They'll be here Monday."

"Oh Steven." Kitty gushed before pulling Hyde into a hug. A hug that saddened Hyde a bit. Her hugs weren't as tight as they use to be. He never thought he would, but he actually missed them.

Kitty smiled through her tears as she hugged her second son and placed a kiss on the top of his head, "You're a good boy, Steven."

Hyde didn't say anything. He wasn't the good boy Kitty thought he was. A good boy would take better care of his mother. He would get the ones she really wanted to see to come see her. He wasn't a good boy.

~*~

Eric had been pacing around his apartment though out his conversation with Hyde. Once they had hung up, well Hyde had hung up with him, he sunk down into his old sofa. He had been sitting there ever since, trying not to feel too guilty about his adoptive brother's words.

He knew he was disappointing his mother, but he couldn't go back there. Him being there wouldn't help anything. If he went his mother would still die.

The loud ringing interrupted Eric from his thoughts.

He was a bit surprised that Hyde had called back, the way they had left things he didn't think he'd call again. He soon decide that if he didn't answer this time, things between him and Hyde would only get worse.

Eric reached over, grabbed the phone and sighed, "Hello."

"Eric Forman you listen to me."

Hearing the feminine voice on the other line caused Eric to frown. It wasn't the voice he was expecting, but he knew who it was.

"Jackie?"

"That's right." Jackie confirmed with a nod, even though he couldn't see her, "This is Jackie Burkhart. The Jackie Burkhart who always gets her way."

"Jackie?" Eric asked still confused, "What are you…"

"Shut it, Forman." Jackie said in an intimidating tone of voice, scarring Eric and getting him to shut his mouth.

"Shut up and listen." she commanded, "Your mother is sick, very sick. We don't know how much longer she has left. The last time you visited her was six months ago and when she started feeling sick you left on the next plane out. You need to come see her."

"Jackie…"

"Did I say you could talk?" Jackie asked not wanting an answer.

And so Eric remained silent.

"I don't want to hear anything about how you can't make it." Jackie went on, "Because I know you can. You just don't want to. You don't want to see how sick your mother looks, but you have to come see her Eric. She misses you and you know you miss her."

"If you don't come, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Jackie continued her voice going soft for just a second or two before going back to her ordering one, "I want to see you here at your parents house by Monday evening. Okay?"

There was a silence on the other end and Jackie rolled her eyes.

"You can talk now."

"Thanks." Eric said and nodded his head as he cleared his throat, "But Jackie…"

"Oh and one more thing." Jackie interrupted, "Remember Jackie Burkhart always gets her way."

Eric opened his mouth to respond but he was too late. Jackie had hung up the phone. Eric pulled the phone away from his ear, when he heard the dial tone, and frowned at the phone.

What ever happened to 'Hello?'

Author's Note: There you go! Chapter 1 of "Two Weeks" Hope you liked!

Be sure to tune in next Monday when Kitty's basement babies start returning back to the nest.

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