April 1980-

"He really never called back." He spoke, unpacking his box. He didn't have a ton of stuff, it was all left behind in Wisconsin. "I have half a mind to drive back to Wisco, but if I run into my Mom I might kill her."

"They're probably mad at you. Just give it time." She comforted. "Or we can take a road trip. I'd kill to see the dairy state. And road trips are exciting!"

It had been almost two months since they had become roommates, and in that short time span, they had become basically inseparable. He had even colored her hair for her a bright red. She was trying to start a fashion trend, he guessed.

He slept on her couch for a while, until they found a size-able two-bedroom not to far from WB and Angie, and it had a good commute to work.

"Stevie, you aren't making moves on this girl, are you?" Angela had asked him on a lunch outing one day. He laughed at her, and told her he was keeping it casual. He was still in love with Jackie. Her picture was still in his wallet, and now so was a charm for five months.

"I just feel like it wouldn't work. And, even if I did have feelings for her... Let's just say I'm not her type."

Now he was hanging potted plants and rock posters around the apartment, along with pictures of people close to them. He plugged in the phone.

"Just call, Stevie."

"If I don't get a call within the next month, I'll call them." He bargained.

She rolled her eyes. "You're a moron."

"But I'm your moron, remember? Property of Julie Haggarty? I tattooed it on my ass man!" He called after her, a giant smirk on his face. "I let ya call me Stevie!"

She giggled.

"Shut up, Stevie!"

1984, Miluakee General-

"Just keep calm." Hyde reasoned with her, holding Tyler over his shoulder as she threw a fit. He'd had yet to encounter this, and Jackie was laughing at him as he tried to parent.

"Betsy broke my crayon!" She screeched.

Betsy looked up at Jackie. "I really didn't mean to, Auntie. It was an accident." She whispered. Jackie winked and gave a nod. Steven lowered her, and set her down on the sidewalk.

"Grasshopper, I need you to be safe because we're in a parking lot right now. What's bothering you?"

"She broke my nice stuff!"

"It was an accident!" Betsy argued, hand on her hip.

"The crayon had sharpeners!" She cried.

Steven looked at Betsy, exasperated, as if expecting something. "I'm sorry I broke your crayon, we hit a big bump and it was an accident." Betsy shook her head sadly.

Tyler sniffled. "Now, kiddo, that was a real and nice apology. You have plenty of stuff. The crayon is replaceable."

"Replicable?" She sputtered. "Huh?"

"Replaceable. You can get another one." She explained.

"I'm sorry, Betsy." She muddled.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I broke your crayon."

The two hugged. Jackie shivered. "Okay, super cute, But I'm freezing." She explained, hobbling inside.

When they reached the Labor/Delivery floor, they walked in to see everyone sitting in the waiting room, Kelso standing by the door to Brooke's room. "Daddy!"

"Hey, B!" He smiled, lighting up.

"Where's Mom?"

"She's kinda tired, she's taking a nap. We can go visit her in a bit. I promise."

As Kelso spoke with Betsy, Jackie sat on the opposite side of the waiting room from Eric. He quirked a brow at the lack of greeting, but engaged playfully with Tyler.

Steven sat beside Jackie, nudging her with his knee. "Don't do that."

"What? He kept a huge secret."

"He's a dumbass, not an asshole." Steven reasoned with her. They kept their voices low.

Donna gave them a worried look. They looked super close.

Kelso took Betsy in to see Brooke, who was recovering. After a long day of visiting Brooke, and promising to come back in the morning, Betsy and Tyler went to Mimi and Grandpa's for a sleepover, and the grown ups returned to Jackie's house.

As soon as the door was open, Jackie let loose.

"Eric Foreman, you're a dumb, stupid-"

"Jackie." Steven stopped her.

She took a deep breath. "Why did you never tell me Steven called?"