Hey! Sorry it took me so long to update this. I haven't really been in a writing mood lately, but now I'm back! *cheers* So now more of Jackie's past makes an appearance and the gang really sees how the leukemia is affecting their favorite midget. Reviews are always appreciated! Disclaimer: I don't own That '70s Show, but I totally think I should. Just saying.

Hyde and the Formans watched the interaction with curiosity. Jackie was still too surprised to give them any explanations. Fiona fingered Jackie's long black hair with a laugh. "I see you still haven't cut it," the kind looking women commented. Jackie smiled.

"I tried, but I just couldn't do it. I like my hair long," the tiny brunette confessed with a sheepish smile.

"Why won't you cut your hair?" Kitty asked softly and both Jackie and Fiona turned and looked at her.

"When I was little, I started to lose my hair during chemo treatments. Eventually, they decided to just shave the rest off. I cried, and to make me feel better, Fiona promised me that when I got better I would never have to cut my hair again," Jackie explained.

"Of course, I never thought she'd take me seriously, but that's Jackie. You can never back out of a promise with her."

"So where are you coming from?" Kitty asked kindly.

"California," Fiona answered with a smile. "I moved out there a few years back to be closer to my daughter, but then Jackie called me and I knew it was time to come home.

"I didn't say you had to come straight away," Jackie mumbled embarrassingly. Fiona gave her a stern look.

"If your pain level was as high as you told me the other night, it's a good thing I came," she lectured the normally loud midget.

"Pain level?" Hyde asked worriedly. Jackie looked down at her feet, feeling four sets of eyes on her.

"To monitor the pain and see how the treatment is working, we usually ask about a pain level. One is no pain and ten is excoriating pain. When Jackie called me, she told me her pain level was almost an eight," Fiona explained.

"When did she call you?" Red asked sharply. The loud one was his favorite after all, and he was worried about her.

"A week or two ago," Fiona replied. "It took me a little while to get things in order for me to stay."

"You're staying?" Jackie asked hopefully.

"I'm staying," Fiona confirmed. Jackie hugged her tightly. "Besides, I have to try and fatten you up while I'm here," she said with a hearty laugh.

"I've been trying to do that too!" Kitty shouted excitedly. "The weight just falls off of her."

"Probably because of her weak immune system. Jackie lost a lot of weight during treatment the second time and caught a nasty case of pneumonia that compromised her immune system." Fiona turned to glance at the little girl she'd practically raised. "Of course, she wouldn't have gotten the pneumonia if she hadn't gone out in the rain," the older woman lectured.

"Why would you go outside in the rain?" Hyde asked curiously. It didn't really sound like something Jackie would do.

"It was a huge storm," Jackie answered softly. "We wanted to see the lightening." That seemed to silence everyone in the room. It made Kitty so sad that the little girl had gotten sick just because she wanted to see lighting.

"And why would you want to see lighting?" Red asked gruffly. Something about the story didn't seem complete to him.

"One of the nurses told us that if we saw lightening struck, it would be good luck. A lot of us wanted the good luck. I thought my chances were better if I went outside," Jackie explained quietly. Fiona looked at her watch.

"Well, I've got to go unpack my apartment and set up your room," Fiona stated casually. Jackie's face broke out into a huge grin.

"I'm going to stay with you?" she asked excitedly.

Fiona nodded. "Of course, Supergirl. Someone has to take care of you."

A thought just occurred to Hyde. "Why do you call her Supergirl?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"She was the bravest little girl any of us had ever seen. She didn't complain or throw tantrums or even cry. One of the nurses gave her the nickname the first time she was in the hospital, and it stuck. That's just what everybody calls her now," Fiona lied, keeping her eyes on Jackie. That was partially true, but the graying hippie had a feeling the tiny girl didn't want her new boyfriend to know the exact creator of that nickname.

And then Jackie went to Donna's to sleep and Fiona left. A few days later, everyone minus Jackie was hanging out in the basement. Fez and Kelso were arguing over something stupid while Laurie read a magazine and Donna and Eric watched TV. Hyde's eyes were firmly placed on the door. Jackie's first chemo treatment was that day, and she had insisted he go to the basement instead of coming with her. Jackie had moved in with Fiona in an apartment not too far away, but she still stayed with Donna and Bob three times a week. The fragile beauty insisted it was because the redhead would start to miss her too much if she didn't stay over, but Hyde knew it was because she simply didn't have the energy to drive or walk home after hanging out in the basement. Slowly but surely, Jackie's energy was being drained away. Of course, she tried not to let that show, but they could all tell. No one wanted to acknowledge it. The thought of Jackie being gone or even just not Jackie was scary for anyone of them to think about.

After an hour of waiting, Jackie entered the basement. Hyde noticed that despite her jacket, hat, and gloves, she was shivering. Eric somehow got the hint and grabbed a blanket from somewhere, tossing it to Hyde. Jackie, her thoughts still at the hospital, noticed that she was having double vision. Trying not to let it show, she cautiously tried to make her way to the couch. Donna noticed the awkward way her friend was walking and looked up.

"Jackie, you need help?" she asked worriedly. The former cheerleader shook her head.

"I'm fine," Jackie insisted. She took one step forward and lost balance. Laurie and Donna rushed over to help her up. They got her to the couch. Hyde and Eric layered blankets over her freezing frame while Kelso and Fez kept her entertained by telling her funny stories. Jackie smiled softly. She had such good friends. She only hoped she'd live to return the favor. It was easy to get hopeless. So many of her friends had died. Names and faces flashed through her memory, some more prominent than others. There was one in particular that made her heart break, but that was a whole other story.

The gang exchanged looks as Jackie rested. Despite what she said, their favorite midget was not doing okay. So, quietly as to not wake Jackie up, they all took an oath to stand by the dark-haired beauty no matter what she said to them. They couldn't lose Jackie. They just couldn't.