A/N: Hey! I'm back with quick updates! I do have 4 stories in progress right now, which is the most I have ever had at once, so bear with me. I promise that all of my stories will be finished eventually. I will never abandon them or go long stretches without writing. At least I seriously doubt that. Anywho, I think it is safe to say that we are all digging the fact that Sam is dead. Who could blame us? Lol! Here is chapter 2 of Poison Ivy. I hope you like it!
Chapter 2: Strange Days
"So, would you care to tell me why you were seen at the Le Motel, mere days before the estimated time of death?"
The room was cold, lonely. The vast darkness was protruded by only one light, which hung menacingly above the table at which the apparent suspect of murder sat. On the opposing side of the table stood a tall man, draped in a grey trench coat, cigarette burning in his right hand, his knee propped up on the chair before him.
"I…I just went to talk to her." The woman answered.
The detective nodded slowly "And what was the subject matter of your discussion?"
The nervous beauty looked up at him "Uh I just wanted to see how she was doing."
He scratched at the stubble upon his chin "Ah that's it, hah?"
She nodded quickly "Yeah."
The cop stood upright, putting his cigarette out in the ashtray on the table "You see, I'm thinking there's more to it than that."
The girl breathed in a sharp breath "Oh?"
He began pacing before her "Yes I do. How do you explain the hairs we found in Ms. Hooker's room?"
"Well, I shed a lot. Oh and how do you know they were mine? They could have been Sam's."
He laughed dryly "First of all, these hairs were ripped out at the root, not simply shed naturally, and second of all, they could not have been Ms. Hooker's. After all, she had been brunette for some weeks. Now I ask you again, if this was a friendly visit, how did your hair get pulled out by the root?"
There sat Donna Pinciotti, in a state of complete apprehension and fear. She knew very well that she could not divulge the truth of her reasons for being in Sam's hotel room. Not only could they prove detrimental to her, but worse than that, they could have the potential of destroying Jackie or Hyde, and that was something Donna was not prepared to do.
In a similar room down the hall of the police station, sat her fiancé, Eric Forman, also being grilled by a police detective. Although this man was not tall and thin, but rather short and bulky, resembling a pit bull, which in and of itself, terrified the skinny boy.
"You were seen with Ms. Hooker a week before her death, in the Hub…"
"Uh yes. Yes, I was." Eric replied nervously, awaiting what was to come next.
"Witnesses claim you argued with her." The cop spoke with a deep and intimidating voice.
"Yeah I guess I did." He admitted.
"They say things got physical." The stout officer informed him.
"What?! No way!" The green eyes of Eric Forman bugged out in shock as he jumped to his feet.
The detective slapped his hand on Eric's shoulder menacingly "Sit down, Mr. Forman."
Eric complied as the officer continued "We have eye-witness accounts that you pushed her. Do you deny this?"
He sighed "No, but it wasn't like that."
"Then tell me…what was it like exactly?"
A week before the death…
Things had been going pretty well for Eric since his return from Africa. He and Donna were back together, and while they still had their share of problems, they were working through them, and that felt wonderful. It seemed like the entire gang were finally, not only getting back to normal, but actually improving. They all seemed to be settling into their lives and were all happy. It was what he had always hoped for. As Eric entered the hub, he ordered himself some food before taking a seat. At that moment a tall and shapely brunette sauntered over to him.
"Hey there handsome." She spoke sultrily.
"Uh hi…" He said awkwardly. This woman seemed oddly familiar, though he could not place her.
"You're Eric, right?" She batted her eyelashes at him as she spoke.
He looked confused "Uh yeah, do I know you?"
She giggled "Not yet."
He sighed "Look miss, I'm sorry but I have a girlfriend."
She laughed again "That's okay. A half an hour with me and you'll forget all about her."
He laughed nervously "Listen I appreciate that, but I love Donna."
She leaned over the table, exposing her cleavage "Donna wouldn't mind sharing you. She and I are best friends."
"Okay, who are you?!" Eric asked in annoyance at this obviously unbalanced whore.
"My name is Samantha."
As soon as the words escaped her lips, Eric recognized her. The hair was darker now so it took a while, but sure enough this was the stripper Sam that he had seen pictures of when he was in Africa.
"Oh my god. You were the one who Hyde married!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, but we weren't technically married, so you wouldn't actually be sleeping with your friend's ex-wife."
He jumped up in disgust "You're horrible!"
She rose to her feet and approached him "How can you say that?"
"Because I know what you're doing. You are trying to use me to get to Hyde!" He shouted.
"Well, I don't see what you have to complain about then. Once Hyde finds out, he'll be so jealous that he'll run back to me. Who knows, maybe the midget will come running to the skinny nerd boy for comfort." She pressed herself against him and began to lean in.
"Uh get off me!" He yelled as he pushed the trashy woman away, before leaving the Hub, forsaking the food he had already paid for. He was determined not only to keep his little run in with Sam to himself, but to forget about it all together. Things had been going so well. Eric was desperate not to wreck that.
"And that was it." He finished telling the detective.
The cumbersome man nodded "So the victim seemed determined to win back the affections of Mr. Hyde, is that correct?"
Eric looked up confusedly "Uh yeah I suppose."
"Interesting…" He drifted in thought "Thank you for your time. You may go."
The skinny man shook his head, as if to rid himself from his confusion, before exiting the interrogation room. He walked over to the waiting area and took a seat, preparing to wait for Donna, his parents, or one of his friends to exit the other rooms and join him. As he sat there, all he could think of was the letter that he had received while in Africa. It was certain that the first thing he would do once leaving the police station, would be to destroy the letter forever, for if it's contents were read, it could devastate the life of one of his closest friends.
In a room across from Eric, sat a tiny woman being questioned by a tall African American police officer. She had a smile upon her face.
"You know, I think it is wonderful to have a black investigator in Point Place. It's like we have our very own Shaft!" Kitty cheered.
The detective eyed her with puzzlement, noticing that she seemed genuine "Uh thanks."
She laughed as only she could "So you wanted to ask me about that poor Samantha girl?"
He cleared his throat "Yes. I was wondering when the last time you saw her was."
"Oh that's easy. The day she…went off to heaven."
"You mean the day of the murder?" He asked with intrigue.
Kitty nodded somberly "I'm afraid so."
The day of the death
Kitty bounced happily into the drugstore. Ever since both her daughter and son had returned to Point Place, she found herself in an increasingly better mood. Although her husband claimed to be fed up with all the kids hanging around again, she knew he was secretly happy about it. Eric and Donna were doing distance learning from UW, so they could still live in Point Place, much to Kitty's delight. Her adoptive son Steven was back with the woman he truly loved and seemed happy, which thrilled her to no end, despite the fact that he was leaving her home to move in with said love. All in all, things were good. As she walked along with a spring in her step, she bumped into another woman.
"Mrs. Forman?!" Sam jumped in shock as she tossed something behind her back quickly.
"Samantha? What are you doing in Point Place?" Kitty asked the frazzled looking woman.
"I uh…nothing really." She lied through her teeth.
The older woman nodded knowingly "Uh huh. You being here wouldn't by chance be about Steven, would it?"
Sam stuttered "Uh…N-No…"
Kitty sighed "Look Sam, Steven is a wonderful boy, so I understand you wanting to be with him, but he is with Jackie. He loves Jackie. She's the only girl who ever had a real effect on him. I'm sorry sweetie, but I think it would be best if you just moved on."
Sam rolled her eyes indignantly "I am moving on."
The tiny lady smiled "Well good. I hope you have a nice life."
Sam huffed "Yeah…" She turned and walked away, leaving Mrs. Forman lost to what had just happened.
"So it seemed to you that Ms. Hooker was in town simply to win back your adoptive son?"
She smiled sadly "I'm afraid so. Poor girl. I had never seen such a mess before, and I'm a nurse!"
The detective smiled at the motherly figure "Well I guess that's all I needed to know. Thanks for coming in."
She laughed "Oh you are most welcome!"
He escorted her out, where she took a seat next to her son.
"We're the first ones they've finished with." He informed her
"I wonder how your father is doing. He has never fared well with interrogation." She mused.
"Don't worry about dad. Worry about the guy who is stuck questioning him. Poor bastard."
"I'm detective Fisher. I'm going to ask you some questions." The amazon like female cop announced to an annoyed looking Red Forman.
"Gee, I can hardly wait." He replied dryly.
"Is that attitude I detect?" She cracked her knuckles and frowned at him.
"Well I'll be, you must be some kind of genius!" He mocked.
She slammed her hands on the table forcefully "You better watch it. old man. Now tell me about the last time you saw the victim."
Red sighed "Of all the cops in this town, I gotta get the damn butch broad."
He paused as she eyed him "Fine. It was a couple of weeks before she croaked."
A couple of weeks before she croaked
Being retired was overrated. As Red Forman lay awake in his bed he thought about this concept. One thing he had always been able to take pride in was his work. There was Eric, who was as afraid of a football as he was of a damn spider. There was Laurie, who insisted on dating nothing but dumb asses such as that kettle head, Kelso, and her new boyfriend/ex-husband, the foreigner. There was Kitty, who by all rights was wonderful, except for her damn woman problems. How often had he complimented her, only to have her blow up in his face? It was damn frustrating for a man. That lead him back to his work. It was the one thing he was great at, where there were no strings or fear attached. It was where he was finally free. Just as a smile crossed his face at the thought, a loud noise blared into his room.
"Son of a bitch." He grumbled as he got up to inspect where the loud music was coming from. It appeared to be from Laurie's room.
"Damn kids." he mumbled as he opened the bedroom door, to the most shockingly disgusting sight he had ever seen.
There in the middle of his kitten's bedroom was a metal pole, but that was not the shocking part. The truly shocking part was the sight of a half naked Fez dancing around the pole to Rod Stewart's "Do You Think I'm Sexy". Red Forman had never been more mortified.
"What the hell is going on here?!" He shouted over the music.
Fez turned to face Red in shock as the woman on the bed rose to her feet and turned the music off.
The foreign man laughed uneasily "Hello Mr. Red."
"I asked what the hell is going on in my daughter's room Ahmad!"
"I was just getting strip-…exotic dancing lessons from Sam." Fez stumbled over his words.
"Why would you do that, Hirohito?"
"I wanted to impress Laurie. Normally she strips for me, but I thought as a special treat, I would unravel this dark chocolate to music." He gestured to his nearly naked body.
It took all the strength in Red's body not to attack the foreign freak at that moment.
He rolled his eyes "I meant, why does it have to be in my house, Charley Chaplin?!"
Fez huffed "Charley Chaplin was a white guy."
"He was a commie, it's close enough!" He shouted menacingly.
"Ai…" Fez cowered in fear.
"You mean to say, you weren't overly concerned to find your daughter's boyfriend half naked with the victim?"
"Nah I'm used to seeing these idiots bare-assed in my house." He answered nonchalantly.
"I see." She paused "I suppose you can go now."
"It sure was a pleasure talking to you." He jabbed sarcastically.
"Oh yeah, and you're a real treat!" She countered as he left the room to join his wife and son.
"Damn it! You mean we're the only ones they've finished questioning?" Red asked irritably.
Eric nodded in the affirmative.
"Come on Kitty, we're going home." He stood up and began to walk out.
"Wait, you're just going to leave? Aren't you worried about us?" The boy asked his father.
"I don't get worried. Besides, a night in jail might do all you dumb asses some good." He replied before pulling his wife along as she laughed her signature laugh.
Back in her interrogation room, Donna sat looking strangely at the detective. She noticed he resembled Cary Grant in a weird way. There was a knock at the door. He got up and opened it for the other cop. They whispered so Donna could not make out what they were talking about. Finally, the other cop left. The Cary Grant look-alike turned to face Donna again.
"Ah I just got some very interesting news." He informed her.
"What's that?" She asked tensely.
"Well, I'll tell you, but I have a feeling you already know."
Donna sucked in her breath. She had a feeling she knew this interesting news already as well.
"The coroner's report came in. It revealed that Ms. Hooker was pregnant."
To be continued…
A/N: I know, I am completely evil to end like that! I just couldn't help it! There is a lot of stuff that is left open right now, hah? It's all pretty crazy. I hope you are enjoying it! Please review!!
I just noticed that JH aren't in this chapter at all. I've never had that happen! Sorry! But never fear, they are back next chapter, and they are all over the rest of the story!!
