Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with "That 70s Show" I'm working off current plots off the show and the outcomes are from my head.
(A/N: This fic starts where the finale ends. As a big fan of "That 70s Show" I can't wait for next season, so this is what popped into my head after watching the finale)
Graduation Night. 10:30pm
This was not how tonight was supposed to be. Donna and Eric were supposed to be enjoying their new apartment in Madison, not at the hospital.
Everyone's plans changed when Red had the heart attack.
Well, not everyone's.
Jackie was home alone. Bob and Joanne had gone to the hospital, to be with Kitty, and of course Donna was there with Eric. Jackie was sitting on her bed in the room she use to share with Donna. She had her headphones on and was listening to The Carpenters, trying to get her thoughts straight. She was sick with worry over love. Until Steven finally made her choose between him and Michael, she didn't have to think about choosing between them, she could have them both.
One moment she wanted to hold onto Michael, to have what they used to have a couple of years ago, but then, she realized, that a couple years ago they were just kids, well they still were today, but it was different. Kids their age were thinking about their careers, their futures and whom they were going to share them with. Maybe Michael represented her back them, no worries, when all she had to care about was keeping up with the latest fashion instead of her father being in jail, or where she was going to live.
She had changed, a lot within the last year and it seemed like Michael has always been and will always be the same.
And then there was Steven. Even when she was with Michael she always had a thing for Steven, well, Steven called it a "thing" but she knew there was more there. She could feel it, even when she couldn't explain it, she could feel it. She felt different when she was Steven's girlfriend; he made her feel like she was in a relationship instead of trying to keep one alive. She didn't have to worry about him like she did with Michael. With Michael it was almost like babysitting. With Hyde she only had to give 50% because she knew he would give the other 50. Well, that was until the nurse.
She didn't know why that bothered her so much. Michael had cheated, more than once. And she had always ended it with him, like any girlfriend would do, but she would forgive him and they would get back together. Why did this one time with Steven seem more worse than all of Michael's affairs put together?
Then it hit her like a lightening bolt. All at once. It couldn't be put into words, it was just a feeling.
She honestly, deeply loved and cared for Steven with her whole heart and soul.
She sat straight up in bed when this realization came to her. She put her right hand under her mattress and pulled out a pink diary with a unicorn on the cover. She had to write this all down. To get it out of her system.
She looked over at Donna's side of the room, with the empty bookcase, the bare walls that used to be covered with posters of various bands Jackie had no taste for, and the bed stripped of it's sheets.
She had other things to worry about.
(A/N: This fic starts where the finale ends. As a big fan of "That 70s Show" I can't wait for next season, so this is what popped into my head after watching the finale)
Graduation Night. 10:30pm
This was not how tonight was supposed to be. Donna and Eric were supposed to be enjoying their new apartment in Madison, not at the hospital.
Everyone's plans changed when Red had the heart attack.
Well, not everyone's.
Jackie was home alone. Bob and Joanne had gone to the hospital, to be with Kitty, and of course Donna was there with Eric. Jackie was sitting on her bed in the room she use to share with Donna. She had her headphones on and was listening to The Carpenters, trying to get her thoughts straight. She was sick with worry over love. Until Steven finally made her choose between him and Michael, she didn't have to think about choosing between them, she could have them both.
One moment she wanted to hold onto Michael, to have what they used to have a couple of years ago, but then, she realized, that a couple years ago they were just kids, well they still were today, but it was different. Kids their age were thinking about their careers, their futures and whom they were going to share them with. Maybe Michael represented her back them, no worries, when all she had to care about was keeping up with the latest fashion instead of her father being in jail, or where she was going to live.
She had changed, a lot within the last year and it seemed like Michael has always been and will always be the same.
And then there was Steven. Even when she was with Michael she always had a thing for Steven, well, Steven called it a "thing" but she knew there was more there. She could feel it, even when she couldn't explain it, she could feel it. She felt different when she was Steven's girlfriend; he made her feel like she was in a relationship instead of trying to keep one alive. She didn't have to worry about him like she did with Michael. With Michael it was almost like babysitting. With Hyde she only had to give 50% because she knew he would give the other 50. Well, that was until the nurse.
She didn't know why that bothered her so much. Michael had cheated, more than once. And she had always ended it with him, like any girlfriend would do, but she would forgive him and they would get back together. Why did this one time with Steven seem more worse than all of Michael's affairs put together?
Then it hit her like a lightening bolt. All at once. It couldn't be put into words, it was just a feeling.
She honestly, deeply loved and cared for Steven with her whole heart and soul.
She sat straight up in bed when this realization came to her. She put her right hand under her mattress and pulled out a pink diary with a unicorn on the cover. She had to write this all down. To get it out of her system.
She looked over at Donna's side of the room, with the empty bookcase, the bare walls that used to be covered with posters of various bands Jackie had no taste for, and the bed stripped of it's sheets.
She had other things to worry about.