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"Samantha, honey, will you please go get me a glass of wine?" Mrs. Foreman practically begged Sam as the little woman pranced around the living room, fluffing the pillows, straightening the cushions, as if Foreman cared what the house looked like. He had been in Africa for over a school year, he had probably been living in a damn hut. This place would be a five star hotel compared to whatever they had over there. Whatever, it didn't matter. The real matter at hand was that Foreman as an hour away and that meant I was an hour away from having the greatest damn time.

"Sure." Sam complied.

"Where's Red at?" Donna asked while she sipped on a coke.

Mrs. Foreman waved her hand airily, "He needed to run some errands."

Sam came back into the room with a Bloody Mary in her hands, it was in a tall, wide glass, just the way Mrs. Foreman liked it. She took the glass thankfully and nearly drained half of it right there. Sam looked at the older woman with concern but shook it off when Fez and Brooke walked through the front door. Mrs. Foreman shoved her glass into Sam's handa again and now she rounded on Brooke. Foreman made it clear in one of his letters that he wanted Kelso, and only Kelso, to pick him up at the airport. Everyone found it strange at first but then when we remembered that he was bringing the 'surprise' home, we figured he didn't want Kelso reporting us for the illegal use of nature.

"Honestly, Mrs. Foreman." Brooke's eyes were wide as Mrs. Foreman shook her shoulders. "Michael said Eric called and said that they were less than a half an hour away."

"My baby's coming home!" Mrs. Foreman shrieked in her oh so giddy voice. She hurried out of the room, probably to find Red.

"Did he say anything about what he's bringing home?" I asked as Sam sat on my lap.

Brooke shook her head as Fez took their coats, an action Jackie would have made known about foreigners. "Just that everyone would know when he got there."

"Man," I sneered. "Knowing Foreman, he'll get the worst damn kind."

Donna and Fez briefly filled Sam in on details about Foreman as the clock came closer and closer to seven thirty. Donna told her about how Foreman often references Star Wars, and that Sam should ignore his useless words of Skywalker wisdom, or whoever had the wisdom. Fez told her about the dirty magazines, something not really needed to know, but at least we could burn him with it later. Brooke piped in and commented about his twitchiness, Sam gave a look of cluelessness. I didn't get why Donna hadn't told Sam about Foreman earlier on, I mean, the two of them were practically best friends. Sam took in all their information and classified Foreman as a skinny, twitchy, nerd who had a sick obsession with Star Wars, I nodded, that pretty much summed Foreman up.

With a few minutes to spare, Mrs. Foreman was dragging Red into the living room. He looked like Mrs. Foreman had to pull what was left of his hair to get him to come, but he was holding a small box in his hands. It was poorly wrapped, in newspaper, but like people say, it's the thought that counts. Mrs. Foreman sat bouncing in her seat as Kelso's rackety engine could be heard pulling into the driveway. Mrs. Foreman and I got up from our seated positions and moved closer to the door. I wasn't about to admit it to any of these clowns, but I guess I really missed Foreman. He was like the brother I never had, never wanted, but was stuck with. He was cool, in his own strange way. And for that, I missed him. Besides, with Foreman gone, there was no one to tease about.

"Hello good citizens and stripper." Kelso bowed to us after busting the door open.

"Dumbass." Red rolled his eyes. Sam gave a look that could have given Jackie's looks a run for their money.

"I bring to you, all the way from Africa, someone who left a boy," Kelso didn't even get the chance to finish his pointless speech before Mrs. Foreman was calling out for her baby.

Mrs. Foreman let out a cry that startled the whole room as the skinniest man in Point Place slipped into the living room. I saw Donna grab Sam's arm from the corner of my eyes, I bet she really regretted screwing around with pretty boy now. Even Red was smiling at his son. Foreman's skin was healthier than when he left, it even had a sort of Pam Burkhart glow to it. He was even carrying his own luggage, which he dropped when Mrs. Foreman threw herself in his arms. Foreman even looked a little bit tone, he wasn't as skinny as he was when he left. I though for sure he would have been skin and bones when he came back, or least he would have come home with a bone or something through his nose. He obviously didn't though, so I guessed that must have been a left over Jackie idea that was still lingering in my mind.

Foreman finally got his mother off of him and then Fez took her place. We needed a crow bar to pry Fez off of him, too. I sunk a glance at Sam, she sat politely, like I had told her to. As Foreman and I did our manly embrace I felt him drop something into the pocket of my blazer. I grinned widely.

"Good to have you back, man." I slapped his back.

"I figured." He laughed. His voice was still squeaky.

Rounds were done but Mrs. Foreman and Donna were still hanging on to every word Foreman said. We introduced him and Sam, Foreman was just as glad as everyone else to learn that Sam was a stripper. I was going to have to start charging people a dollar just to look at her, she'd make me filthy stinking rich. I'd have all the money I needed for a lifetime supply of joints.

"Call us if you need anything baby." After dinner Mrs. Foreman kissed Foreman's forehead after Red told us that they were going over to Bob and Midge's. He bribbed Mrs. Foreman with Cosmo.

"So what's the surprise, Eric." Fez whispered once the back door slid shut.

"No, Fez, I think the more important question is where did you get it?" Keslo grinned. Foreman shot him a look.

"Amsterdam, man." He looked around at us. "Straight from Amsterdam."

"Is it any good?" I asked him. Who care where it came from, all that matter was if it was good or not.

"Well, I guess you can say it speaks for itself." Foreman started getting all twitchy, Brooke was kind enough to point that out. "Actually, I brought something else back from Amsterdam, it was sort of a package deal." His voice jumped.

"That's great, man."

Foreman looked at me and nodded, "Yeah, Hyde, so, uhm, do me a favor and hold onto that thought."

"What are you talking about Eric?" Donna spoke up. She'd barely said a word all dinner, Sam talked too Foreman more than she had. It was that doing it with Randy, I knew he had it written all over her face.

"Well," Foreman squeaked and let out a cough.

Three feet of color streaked past Sam and I and pounced onto Foreman's lap. Her smile was innocent and showed her small baby teeth. The little girl looked at us bashfully and buried her head into Foreman's lap. This must have been real hard for Sam to comprehend because none of us saw this coming, we couldn't put it into dialect she understood. All I knew was that Foreman had a little girl, cute as a button, treating him like he was her father. Foreman stroked the girl's hair and looked around at us, whether he was looking for approval or not I wasn't sure. Hell, I didn't even know what to say. I knew she wasn't Foreman's. She was too well kept to be his. But everything about the girl's presence was strangely similar, and within the next six seconds the room found out why.

Keslo beamed at the sight that came through the swinging door, Fez shrieked a skriek that was highly reminiscent of Mrs. Foreman, and Brooke gasped. Donna and Sam sat looking like they were watching a ghost appear right before their very eyes. The ring in my pocket always felt heavy, I carried it around with me, all day and everyday, but it reached an all time heavy weight as I stared, in disgut or amazement, at the sight in front of me. It was like she stepped out of a dream, a strange dream that actually came frequently but a dream nonetheless. She was shining, like she always did, but she was new, a reborn sun. Her smile was contagious, because over half the people in the room couldn't help but return her look, her hair cascaded past her shoulders and still held the same curls I fell for. But no matter what she looked like, no matter how much her appearance stayed the same, she had changed, she changed more than any of us.

"Gruss dich!" Jackie's smile widened.

No one said anything to her. We all just stared, most of us still smiling, at her, as if we were afraid to say something, just in case she really was a dream. Foreman was one of the unsmiling ones, instead his eyes were set on me and Sam. I had to break the silence, but I couldn't think of anything to say. What was I supposed to say? No burn could come to me. Damn Jackie.

"She's the surprise?" I finally asked. It came out more rudely than intended.

"Well, yeah." Foreman said.

"Sorry to disappoint you." Jackie hissed.

Sam opened and shut her mouth, most likely at a loss for words. I guess I couldn't blame her though. She watched the little girl slink away from Foreman and to Jackie. Jackie picked her up, with strength that no one would have guessed coming from Jackie, and held her close. The little girl buried her face in Jackie's neck now, I didn't know what she ws worried about, we were just as afraid of her as she was of us. And I meant that with the most sincerity.

"Welcome home." Sam said. I was so wrapped up I hadn't even noticed her new position, over by the steps.

Jackie's eyes flickered over to her, I thought for sure Jackie was going to rip her to shreds, but instead, "Thank you, Samantha." Foreman's homecoming had been momentarily forgotten.

"What are you doing back?" I asked as Jackie passed me to stand opposite from Sam.

"Why did you leave?" Donna scooted up in her seat.

Jackie stared at me, "I just needed to clear my head." My shades were attached to my shirt so at the moment, I was completely vulnerable to her. Luckily, she turned her gaze to the people she use to call friends. "And I did. I lived in Florence for a few weeks, then Paris, I was in Austria up until two and a half months ago when I met Timo and moved to Berlin." She whispered the last part. I noticed the girl fidget in Jackie's arms. "Him and I settled down for a bit and then some things happened and I ended up in Amsterdam. That's when I ran into Eric." Jackie kissed the little girl's head.

"So you stole some poor guy's kid. Great Jackie." I sneered. "Did you clean his bank out too?"

"Hyde." Sam snapped.

"Libbey is an orphan. Jackie and her found each other." Foreman told us.

Kelso cackled, "Jackie traded one ugly orphan in for a cute one. BURN!"

Brooke rolled her eyes, "I think it's very sweet of you, Jackie. Libbey is very lucky to have you."

The little girl, Libbey, lifted her head out of Jackie's neck and rested it on her shoulder, gazing around the room. I put my shades on, if anyone was going to shake me down, it was going to be the little girl in Jackie's arms. The two of them looked too perfect to be here in one of the tackiest rooms in Point Place. Maybe God made a mistake when he put them in here. He must have made an accidental mark with a pen on the parchment as he plotted out their life together. Both of them were angelic-looking, even if Jackie did have some demonic streak through her, she was an angel, she was sunshine.

"She's really pretty, Jackie." Sam spoke up again. I wondered what Donna's problem was, because so far, Sam was talking to Jackie more than Donna was. And I was sure Jackie hated Sam.

There was more small talk about Jackie staying in Europe. We learned that she made a living by doing some petty work for a modeling agency in every city she stayed in, except she worked as a publisher's assistant in Berlin and as someones fashion consultant while she was in Amsterdam. She never did anything that meant she had to be away from Libbey for too long. She turned down a modeling jig because she would have to leave Libbey behind. I wasn't going to lie, it surprised me how much Jackie had grown up in a few months. She failed to mention to us about this mysterious Timo jerk, but whenever I brought him up, Foreman shot me a very Jackie look.

We also found out that Libbey was only four and a half, and she spoke little English, she knew German, but not to the point where we could hold a whole conversation with her. Not that we'd be conversing much with a four year old. Jackie said that she was walking home from work, when she lived in Austria, and she heard someone call out for their mom. She didn't think anything of it at first, but when she came out of a coffee shop and the crying was still going on, she decided to go find out what was going on. Apparently Libbey shut up when Jackie found her. And they were living happily ever after now.

"Sam will you go to the store and get me a beer?" I asked, nicely.

"Alright." She said softly.

"You're going to let him boss you around like that?" Jackie stopped Sam.

Sam shrugged her shoulders, "I want to make him happy." And with that she left.

I grinned up at the brat and her angel. "You were right, she cares a lot about me."

Jackie gave me a good knock in the shin, a move expected but not anticipated. Kelso and Fez fell into a fit of laughter as Jackie turned away and plopped down on the piano bench with Foreman. Libbey sat on her lap, still taking in everyone's faces and voices. She seemed to especially like Kelso, Jackie should have been thrilled.

"So are you to," Donna forced the next part out, "Dating now?"

"Ew." Jackie stuck her tongue out as her face distorted into pure disgust. "No."

"I have no desire to date the devil." Foreman grinned at Jackie, whose face relaxed and grinned back.

I let the rest of them ask Foreman about his time in Amsterdam, I continued to watch Libbey with occasional glances at Jackie. Libbey would grin bashfully every time her eyes wandered past me, as if she knew I was staring at her from under my shades. When Jackie and I were going out, I use to think that her and I looked good together. But as I watched her and her new pride and joy, I knew that whatever I thought I had with her, well, it was nothing compared to the two of them. They looked like they were made for each other, in some weird way, they needed each other.

"I taught Libbey a poem." Jackie clapped and patted Libbey's arms. "Tell them the poem."

Libbey's eyes grew wide and she shook her head.

"Oh, come on puddin'." She pouted. Donna snorted at Libbey's nickname. I glared at the two of them. "Remember what I said on the plane?" Libbey nodded. "I'll buy you an ice cream cone." Jackie smiled when Libbey did.

Libbey stuck close to Jackie's leg as she spoke in her frail voice.

"The new moon, of no importance
lingers behind as the yellow sun glares
and is gone beyond the sea's edge."

Libbey's face was back in Foreman's lap the second she finished her poem. I crossed my arms over my chest as everyone clapped, I stared at Jackie.

"You are so full of crap, Jackie." I snapped, I stood up. "Whatever you have against me and Sam needs to be gotten over because she's not going anywhere!"

Jackie's jaw dropped and she popped out of her seat. Brooke grabbed Libbey's hand and lead her out of the room, the little girl tried holding onto Jackie's hand but Jackie had them balled in fists.

"What do I have against you?" Jackie raised her eyebrows. "I don't know? What could I possibly have against you?"

"Cut the crap, Jackie. That was over two months ago, don't you think it's time to give up?"

"I'm not fighting for you, Hyde. I'm done with you. I could care less what you do. I'm finished pouring my life out for you. That little girl," Jackie pointed at Libbey who refused to leave the room as Brooke tried ushering her upstairs. "That little girl is my life now. She's the only one I want to fight for."

I snorted, "Whatever."

Jackie lowered her arms with a frown, "That's what I figured. Come on, Libs." Jackie held out her arms out for the little girl. And once again Libbey was in Jackie's arms, clinging for dear life. Sam was standing with a bottle of beer in her hands. Jackie froze for a moment but then snatched the bottle from Sam's grasp and pitched it away from them. We heard the sound of broken glass on the pavement, Sam stared bewildered. "He's there to make you happy, not the other way around."

"Way to go, jackass." Foreman hissed when the door slammed shut.

Fez nodded his head, "Welcome home, Eric."

"Don't touch me." I grunted as Sam started to cuddle later that night. I felt her turn on her other side and shrink away from me. I should have felt bad, but I didn't, I was too busy reading the latest writing on my dresser.

The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
Ready and poised to wax or wane;
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,
Tending to pleasure or to pain:-
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
To perfect loss or perfect gain.
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness;
This world is all on wax, on wane:
When shall completeness round time's incompleteness,
Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?-
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness
To finished loss or finished gain.


Thank you D.H Lawrence and Christina Rossetti for the poems. Jackie's first line in this chapter means hello, but my computer doesn't type in German, so I had to replace some lettering.