Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Now I'm back *cheers* So now Jackie goes home, but her disease is taking its toll. Read on for more! Disclaimer: I don't own That '70s Show. I'm just a student in a Intro to Theology class listening to different tortures. Sound fun, right?
Jackie woke up in the middle of the night coughing up blood. She kept trying to catch her breathe but couldn't. Still, she didn't want to call for help. She could handle the pain. Jackie tried to take deep breaths, but she kept chocking. It was moments like this when she just wanted to die. She just wanted to sleep and never wake up and see James laughing and smiling at her. She wanted him to run his hands through her hair and kiss her in the soft gentle way he always did. She wanted to see all her friends smiling and healthy like they never had on Earth. Her mind flashed back to a conversation she once had with James.
*flashback*
A ten-year old Jackie laid on her bed staring up at the ceiling. She sighed. She wish she didn't have to be here. She wished she wasn't sick. She wished, only in the secret of darkness, that she could just die.
"Jackie?" a rough voice whispered. Jackie turned around to see James making his way to her bed.
"James?" Jackie whispered back. "What are you doing?" she asked softly. He simply motioned for her to move over, which she did. Jackie could never say no to James. He made himself comfortable while Jackie continued to stare at the ceiling.
"Whatcha looking at?" he questioned fondly.
"The ceiling," Jackie sighed. "I wish I could see the stars." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "What do you think will happen to us when we die."
James studied her face. "Why do you want to know?"
Jackie shrugged. "I don't know. Don't you ever wonder about it?" She lifted her head open and looked into James's brown eyes. She loved those eyes.
"No," he responded softly. "I want to focus on the time I'll be here rather than when I'll be gone."
The two were silent for a little bit. The great thing about their friendship was that it didn't always need word. Both of them knew what the other was thinking. Finally, Jackie spoke up. "I want to be an angel," she whispered. "A really pretty angel with golden wings. Then I'll be able to watch everybody when I'm gone."
James kissed her forehead. "Please don't be an angel for a while," he pleaded gently.
Jackie nodded. "Will you be an angel?" she asked, stroking his cheek.
James smiled his signature crooked grin at her. "If you're an angel, I'm an angel," he stated. The two friends fell asleep and dreamed of heaven and beautiful angels that came down and watched over them while they slept.
Jackie liked to imagine that James was an angel now, watching over her. She hoped he had a camera around his neck and plenty of jelly beans to feast on. Suddenly, she heard one of her monitors beep. She felt her head get lighter and lighter until she felt nothing. She drifted off into a land of dreams.
Meanwhile, the gang sat in Fiona's apartment having either a late dinner or an extremely early breakfast. Fiona noted with a smile that Sky and Pete still ate their breakfasts the same way they did when they were little. Sky still buttered her toast before putting peanut butter over it and folding it in have. Pete still put ketchup on his hash browns and pepper on his scrambled eggs.
Sky made a face when she saw how her boyfriend was eating his breakfast. "Pete, that's so gross," she stated with a wrinkle of her nose.
"At least I don't maim my toast," Pete shot back, gesturing to the piece in her head. Sky frowned at him.
"Yours is worse!" she shouted.
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
Finally, Fiona got fed up. "Enough!" she shouted. Pete and Sky whipped their heads over to look at Fiona. "You two have been having this same argument for over ten years! Give it a rest! Everyone has weird breakfast habits."
Sky looked ready to retort but then looked like she was thinking about it. "True," she agreed. "Jackie eats her eggs sunny side up with hot sauce."
"Hot sauce?" Donna repeated skeptically.
"Yep," Sky responded. "She and James would pile so much on their eggs I thought their tongues would melt off."
The conversation about weird breakfast habits continued for a few minutes before the phone rang. Fiona, Sky, and Pete all froze up, dreading what news could be on the other line. The gang remained normal but wondered why the other three were so tense. Fiona got up to answer the phone slowly. She cautiously began talking into it, absorbing all the information she was receiving. The room was practically dead silent.
Hyde turned to Pete. "Why were you guys so nervous when the phone rang?" he asked quietly.
Pete looked at him for a moment before he answered. "Rule number one to cancer: A phone call be the difference between life or death. It can mean the patient got a transplant, or that their platelets dropped too much."
Fiona got off the phone and looked over at the group. "We need to leave. Now."
Sky immediately shot up from her seat and grabbed her coat. "What's happened?" she asked, putting on her jean jacket.
"She has an infection," the older woman explained. "Her white count is extremely low."
"Fuck," Pete whispered.
"What does that mean?" Hyde asked worriedly.
Kitty answered. "It means she'll need a bone marrow transplant."
"Which won't be easy," Fiona added.
"Why not?" Eric asked curiously.
"She's AB negative," the aging hippie explained. "It's very rare. Usually only a blood relative would be a match…"
"And Jackie's mom is too much of a sleazy whore to do that for her," Fez finished unexpectedly. Everyone stared at him. "What? It is true!"
Sky smiled at him. "I like you," she stated cheerfully. Fez looked at her somewhat sleazily. Pete narrowed his eyes at the foreigner.
"Keep your hands off my girl, bud," he warned threateningly. Fez gulped and hid behind Kelso.
And so in the car, they started to formulate a plan to get Pam Burkhart back in Point Place and to the hospital to help her daughter. Fiona sighed. They needed a miracle. Or at the very least, enough tequila to lure Pam away from Mexico.