A/N – Damn, I'm putting this chapters out fast. I've got a good streak going!

Disclaimer – Read the first chapter's.

Jackie was not having a good day. She woke up in a bad mad anyway, so pretty much every little thing annoyed her today. She didn't really open up or tell her therapist anything meaningful today, she was being snappy at her friends, she had an upset stomach, and then her mother decided to be a bitch.

Why was she always like this? She could never be normal.

Mothers were supposed to be nurturing and caring, they were supposed to always be by their children's side whenever they needed them. But no, not her mother. Her mother couldn't care less.

"I just don't understand how her brain comes up with these things and actually thinks they're good ideas!" Jackie snapped into the phone, an angry scowl on her face.

"Jackie, are you—" Steven said on the other line, trying to calm her, but she cut him off.

"Can't she just listen to me?! Just once?!" Jackie cried, feeling like she could just… Punch something!

"Jackie, calm down," Steven tried, his voice calm, "Don't get upset, you might get in trouble or something."

"Could you please be quiet?" A schizophrenic patient asked her as he stopped right beside her.

Jackie put her hand over the mouthpiece of the phone and glared at him, "I'm busy, Isiah. Go away."

Isiah seemed taken aback and he quickly slinked away and Jackie went back to talking to Steven, "I mean, really? What is wrong with her? I honestly think she should be the one in this hospital, not me!"

"Jackie—"

"I just wish she'd come and visit me, that way I can tell her how it is in person!" Jackie went off, cutting Steven off once more, "Oh, to see the look on her face when I went off! That'd be priceless!"

"Jackie!" Steven suddenly cried into the phone, making Jackie flinch.

She fumbled with the phone and nearly dropped it, but she caught it and put it back up to her ear, "Yes?"

"Lower your voice," Steven said, calmly now, "You are going to get in trouble."

Jackie sighed and nodded, "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."

"Alright," Steven said, and she heard him sigh on the other line before he went on, "Maybe you should ask her to come and see you?"

"Steven, she told me she's thinking about going to Mexico again," Jackie said, "Why would she want to come and see me when Mexico's waiting?!"

"Jackie, what did I say about your voice?" Steven reminded her.

"Sorry. Lower it. Gotcha," Jackie said, releasing a tense breath. She did feel a little better though, venting her feelings like this, "I—"

"That's her, Mrs. Shaw, she's the one who was yelling," Isiah suddenly said, pointing an accusing finger at Jackie.

Jackie suddenly flicked her gaze over to Isiah and that weird nurse, "What?"

"Jackie, I think your call time is just about up," Mrs. Shaw said, her arms crossed over her chest almost irritably.

"Just, one minute…" Jackie said, holding up a finger.

"Now, Jackie," Mrs. Shaw warned.

Jackie sighed irritably and put the phone back to ear, "Sorry Steven, I got to go."

"It's because you were yelling isn't it?" Steven asked her sarcastically. She could just hear the smile in his voice.

Jackie rolled her eyes, "Goodbye, Steven."

Then she hung up the phone and turned towards Isiah and Mrs. Shaw, but she glared at the nurse more so before she walked past her. She didn't like that woman. There was something about her that made her suspicious.

Jackie walked back to her room in irritable silence.

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It was group therapy on Wednesday morning. Breakfast that morning was pancakes and different fruits. It was pretty good. Jackie was still feeling annoyed today, mostly because of her mother. She was being such a bitch. Why would you go to Mexico when your daughter in a fucking mental hospital? Jackie was so pissed off, so much so that she might actually vent in group today.

"Alright, so where should we begin today?" Joan asked as she got comfortable in her usual spot.

Nobody spoke, but one guy did cough. Joan sighed and looked down at her book, but Gordon raised his hand, a smug smile on his face, "I'll go, Ms. Goldstein."

"Oh God…" Josie said, putting her head in her hand as a couple of other people chuckled.

Joan smiled at Gordon though and nodded, "Alright then, you go right on ahead."

"Alright," Gordon stood and suddenly faked a frown, putting a hand to his heart, "I've been feeling very sad lately. Things just don't seem to be going my way. I've tried so hard to figure out what it is, and I finally found my result just this morning at breakfast when I was watching my friend Josie over here eating a piece of sausage."

"Shut up, Gordon," Josie suddenly snapped at him, but she was smiling a little behind the annoyance.

"The feeling I am feeling isn't really a feeling at all," Gordon said, turning to address the entire group, "No, it's something different. It's a lack of sexual interaction."

"Okay Gordon, that's enough, please take your seat," Joan ordered, writing something down in her book.

"I know you're all feeling it, too!" Gordon cried, acting as if he were going to cry as he held up a finger, "The only way to solve all of this sexual tension is to participate in an all-inclusive orgy."

"Gordon, sit down!" Joan snapped at the boy.

Gordon smiled at Joan and pointed at her, "Come on, Joan. You secretly want it."

"Gordon!" She snapped back, glaring at him.

Gordon rolled his eyes and sat back down, a few of the patients chuckling at him. Even Eric had cracked a small smile.

"Does anyone else want to go?" Joan asked, having lost her patience a little, "And maybe, perhaps, taking it seriously this time?"

Some guy Jackie didn't know outside of group raised his hand and starting talking about his feelings, and Jackie sort of tuned out. He told the same story every time. He was bullied a lot in school for being overweight, he talked about finding a girlfriend, but then she dumped him, and he fell into depression, so here he was.

Everybody to the right of Jackie voiced their feelings, and then it came around Josie. She told everyone she was starting to feel a little better, she didn't constantly feel like somebody was out to get her, but there was still that lingering feeling of unwanted attention.

Then it was Jackie's turn.

"Jackie, you've been awfully quiet, is there something you'd like to share?" Joan asked her, snapping the girl out of her thoughts.

Jackie looked up at the older woman and then around at the room, feeling uncomfortable with all the attention on her now, "Uh, well…"

"It doesn't even have to be anything big," Joan assured with a smile, "Even something small that's bothering you is a start."

Jackie wanted to vent about her mother, maybe that would take a whole load off her shoulders. That'd be nice. Maybe for once she'd feel a sense of accomplishment.

"Actually," Jackie started, sitting up a little, "I'd like to talk about my mother."

Everyone seemed a little surprised by this. In the past week Jackie's been here nobody's ever heard her mention her family. If anyone asked her about her family, she'd quickly cut them off or refuse to answer the question. This was a shocker. To everyone.

"Well… Go ahead," Joan said, leaning forward a little in anticipation.

"Okay, well, I called her this morning before breakfast, because I just thought I should fill her in on how I've been and what's been going on lately," Jackie started, and everybody could see the obvious anger and annoyance in her eyes and tone, "I told her about my friends, I told her how my sessions were going, I told her I've been eating right and sleeping like I'm supposed to. And then…" Jackie sighed irritably before she went on, "And then she has the nerve to tell me, right in the middle of our conversation, that she's planning a trip to Mexico! I mean, come on! Your daughter is in a mental hospital after she nearly killed herself and you want to leave the fucking country?! What is wrong with her?!"

Joan scolded Jackie for her language, but she did so very quietly. Everyone in the room was surprised at her outburst, they didn't expect her to become so passionate about it.

"Okay, so you have some negative emotions about your mother," Joan said, seeming a little taken aback as she adjusted her book in her lap, "Can you tell me exactly what emotions you are feeling?"

Jackie glared at Joan, "I think it's pretty obvious!"

"Okay, calm down, I—"

"Why should I calm down?! You told me to tell everyone how I felt and now I need to calm down?!" Jackie cried, giving the woman an incredulous look.

"You should let everyone know how you feel, but you don't have to shout," Joan told her, trying to stay calm, "You have this tendency to—"

"No! You don't get to tell me how I operate! You don't know me!" Jackie snapped, "You don't know how I feel! None of you do! You've never had to block out all of the horrible thoughts running through your head, have you?! You've never had to lie about how you're really feeling, have you?! You've never had to explain to literally everyone you know why 'you're not the same old Jackie, anymore,' have you?! No, I didn't think so!"

Jackie then stood and walked around the couch, everyone looking after her as she went. Joan looked towards the doorway as Jackie left, and she called to the nurse, "Mrs. Shaw!"

The nurse looked at Joan and nodded, "I got her."

Then she followed after the angry, sobbing girl.

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Jackie cried for she doesn't know how long that morning. She didn't stop until she had to go and eat lunch, and even then she still didn't feel better. Josie tried talking to her, but Jackie just told she didn't want to talk about it. Gordon tried cheering her up by cracking a few jokes, but that didn't even seem to work, and she always smiled at least at one of them.

But no, she stayed silent the entire lunch hour and ate her crappy cafeteria food. After she finished eating earlier than both of her friends, she got up and left, leaving them to converse alone. She just went on a walk around the hospital, not going anywhere in particular.

She went outside for a little while, thinking maybe that would relax her. It was a little cool today, the birds weren't chirping like they usually were and the breeze was a little heavier. She didn't stay out long, the gloomy day only captured her gloomy mood.

So she went back inside, walking down the halls around the girls rooms, and eventually she ended up in the rec room. She didn't grab a magazine this time, or a book, no. She sat down in her normal spot and just sat. She stared across the room, her knees drawn up to her chest. She was stuck inside her head, and her head was not the best place to be.

She thought about her mother. She thought about her father. She thought about all her friends, and she thought about her shitty life outside of this hospital that she'd be thrust right back into after she left. If it went anything like it previously did she'd be thrown right back in here again.

She missed her dad. She wanted to call him, but she was afraid. Her mother told her that she told him where she was. What if he was disappointed in her? He always wanted her to do something with her life, and that thing was not to become crazy.

She also missed her friends. What would they think of all of this?

Donna would understand. She was always really good at understanding things. Well, outside of relationships, anyway.

Fez would try to comfort her. He was good at stuff like that.

Michael wouldn't know what to say, he never did.

And Steven, he… He already understood and he was trying to help. He really was.

But her mother. She hated her. She can't stand her. She couldn't believe her.

Jackie tightened her arms around her knees and drew them closer to her chest, trying to stop the tears from coming, but it was too late. They streamed down her cheeks and she blinked hard, trying to stop them. She hid her face in her knees, her arms holding her legs tightly.

She cried for a minute, just letting everything out. Why was she like this? Why did they make her like this?

She sobbed quietly, not wanting anyone to hear her. There were a few nurses outside the door, and she really didn't want to talk to them right now, so she kept her sobs as suppressed as she could for as long as she could.

But then she felt a tiny almost unnoticeable tap on her bicep. She flinched a little and slowly brought her head up, looking over at her arm. She sniffled and wiped her eyes before she looked down at the couch cushion next to her and saw a little blue paper airplane lying there. She furrowed her brow and wiped her nose with her sleeve, as well as her eyes before she reached down and picked it up. There was writing on the wings of it.

'Don't cry. I like it when you smile.'

Jackie furrowed her brow further, curious as to who had thrown this at her. She pushed her glance up, looking for the one who wrote this and she spotted Eric standing across the room. He waved at her a little, looking a bit nervous.

Jackie felt a few more tears roll down her face just at the pure thought in this little note. Eric was having a hard time himself, but he still found it in the goodness of his heart to do something just as simple as this to make somebody else feel better.

She wiped her eyes again and offered a sad sort of smile at Eric who slowly approached her. She held the small, blue paper airplane in her fingers, looking down at it. She's never seen a more perfectly crafted paper airplane. It sort of made her smile.

She looked over and saw Eric sit down next to her, but at least a foot away so he wasn't touching her. She smiled and looked down at the airplane briefly before she giggled a little and looked up at Eric again, "This was sweet."

Eric smiled a tad, "You looked like you needed a little pick me up."

"I did," Jackie smiled sweetly, wiping the tears from her eyes, "Thank you."

Eric looked down at his hands in his lap as Jackie fiddled with the small paper airplane. She was definitely keeping this.

"I'm sorry for that episode I had earlier," Jackie apologized, feeling embarrassed about the whole thing now.

Eric shook his head, "Don't be sorry, that was a good thing… I could never do that, I'm not nearly that brave."

Jackie looked over at him curiously, "Well, of course, you are. You just tell yourself you're not so much you start to believe it."

Eric was always surprised with the words that came out of Jackie's mouth.

"You should become a psychologist," Eric remarked with a small smile, "You're really good at this."

Jackie sniffled and giggled a little, "Thanks."

They were silent for a moment, but it wasn't like it usually was. The silence was usually awkward, they were both always uncomfortable, but this was different. They seemed content this time, the both of them.

"Is all of that true?" Eric suddenly asked, hoping he wasn't intruding, "About your mom?"

Jackie frowned now and looked down at the airplane in her hands, but she nodded, "Yeah…"

Eric looked down at his hands again nervously. He hadn't just made it worse, had he?

"I'm sorry she's like that," Eric said, shaking his head, "I don't know what goes through her head when she comes up with some of these things."

Jackie nodded, "That's what I'm always thinking."

Eric noticed the tremor in Jackie's voice, she was starting to cry again. Eric turned to her a little as she choked back a sob. She brought her hands to her eyes and cried, "What is wrong with me? Why doesn't she love me?"

Eric felt his heart sink at that, "It's not your fault, Jackie."

"What could it be then?" Jackie asked, looking up at Eric, "It has to be something I did. What did I do?"

"Don't blame yourself," Eric tried, not really sure how to make this better, "It's not your fault… I know you don't believe me, but it can't be your fault."

"How do you know that?" Jackie asked through a sob.

"Because… What could a girl do that was so bad that her mother would ignore her for?" Eric asked, "She's just… She's just a cold hearted bitch."

Jackie was surprised at his words, her eyes flicked up to meet his. She never thought she'd see the day when Eric Forman was sticking up for her.

"She's the problem, not you," Eric went on, "You're not the problem, I know. Because… Because you've been the nicest person here that I've met. You know to make people feel better. You make people feel better, she makes people feel like dirt. You're great, Jackie, she just can't see that."

Wow. Eric was pretty good at this, too.

She wanted to hug him, but she knew how he felt about all of that. So she sat there awkwardly, sniffling and trying to stop herself from crying. She then felt the faintest touch on her fingers and looked down to see Eric had gently grabbed her hand. He barely had a hold on it, his touch was as light as a feather, but he was touching her. This was a big step for him, Jackie was sure. She was a little proud, but this also made her feel a little better, too. She smiled at him sweetly and gently squeezed his fingers, giving him fair warning before she did so.

Jackie felt better now than she had all day. How had he done that? Jackie talked to her therapist who couldn't help her, she talked to the group therapist who couldn't help her, she even tried talking to her friends, and they couldn't help her, but Eric's here for two minutes, says a few words and sends her a paper airplane and she's all smiles.

"Eric," A woman's voice suddenly said and Eric quickly pulled his hand away from Jackie's, not wanting either of them to get scolded for breaking the no touching policy. Eric looked over his shoulder at who called him and saw Mrs. Shaw approaching them. Jackie saw him tense as she stopped a few feet from the couch, "Eric, it's time for your one on one."

Eric's fists clenched and he shook his head, "I don't want to."

Mrs. Shaw gazed at him curiously, but there was something else in her blue eyes, something Jackie couldn't identify, "Eric, you have to. It's the rules."

"I don't care. I don't want to go," Eric said firmly.

What was happening?

Mrs. Shaw looked down at him, trying to keep her cool, "Eric, you wouldn't want me to tell the director would you?"

Eric shook his head, seeming panicked now, "No."

Mrs. Shaw nodded and straightened her shoulders, "Well then, come on."

Eric looked back at Jackie, almost pleadingly, but then he sighed and stood, following after Mrs. Shaw, "See you later, Jackie."

"Bye Eric," She smiled sadly, wiggling her fingers at him, "Thanks for the paper airplane."

Eric nodded curtly, but then turned his attention back to his shoes as he followed Mrs. Shaw out of the room.

Jackie sat there for a minute curiously, holding the little plane in her fingers, but she stood just a minute later.

She had to talk to Gordon.