Title:  A Nightmare in Point Place

Disclaimer:  Don't own, ain't getting paid.  That 70's show, A Nightmare on Elm Street, and the works of William Shakespeare are not mine.  I'm just borrowing them momentarily.

Pairing:  J/H, D/E

Rating:  PG-13

Archive: If you want just ask – I will freely give.

Summary: Jackie is having nightmares – so are other members of the basement gang.  Freddy wants them all dead.  Who is next?

Credit:  Wes Craven –mad props –love the universe I'm borrowing. Oh and sentences with a single * after them were directly lifted from the screenplay.  (and as the case may be Shakespeare)

A/N:  Okay guys –reader poll time – how many of you are going to be really upset when I kill more of the main characters?  It seems that a lot of you have never seen the original Nightmare movie. (so you don't know what is coming). I just wanted to tell you that I do plan (unless you all can't take it –whereas I'll alter – it is all about making my readers happy ) on killing some key people.  BUT – It will all be fine, if you can trust me and wait.  But if you can't please tell me in the review and I will see what I can do. 

**** Point Place Police Station ****

"Do you kids realize how much trouble you are in?" a random deputy asked Hyde as he stood up to walk across the station. 

Hyde thought about what had went down over the course of the last couple of hours.  His plan to get his friends and girlfriend away for some fun had gone horribly awry.  It had ended before it had really even begun.  Now one girl was dead, one boy was missing and everyone else was freaked. 

 He could see Jackie through a glass window leading to one of the sheriff's offices.  She was getting special attention because of her father's connections but they were still interrogating her.  She looked very upset. 

They had all been questioned.  No one had been able to explain what had happened.  No one had really asked them to.  The officials seemed to think it was a clear cut case of homicide.  Kelso had killed Pam Macy.  Kelso had run.  None of the teenagers could prove otherwise.  They weren't in the room. 

Running his hand through his hair, he stared at his girlfriend.  He really hoped she would keep her mouth shut about the dreams.  If not they were going to think she was crazy.  He had asked Forman if he and Donna had said anything.  They hadn't.  And he of course didn't tell the Pigs anything.  You couldn't trust them.

They were all waiting on Red and Kitty, Joanne and Bob now so they could go home.  Fez's host family had picked him up already.  No one had been able to get in touch with Jackie's parents.  Her mother was in the Caribbean somewhere and her dad was "away on business".  He was hoping Red wouldn't be so mad that he wouldn't let her come home with them. 

"Do you realize how much trouble you are in?" the man in question asked storming into the precinct, Kitty in tow. 

Eric jumped up running into Kitty's arms.  Bob Pinciotti rushed in at the same time and almost knocked Donna over doing the same thing.  Red came to a halt in front of Hyde. 

"Well do you?"

Hyde scratched his head and rubbed his tired eyes.  "I can imagine."

"Well whatever you are thinking –make it tens times worse –and add another foot.  Because your ass is in for some serious"

"Oh Red –can it – can't you see my babies have been through enough tonight." Kitty interrupted.  She was stroking Eric's head and shooting sympathy looks toward Hyde.

Hyde wanted to cave and run into Kitty's arms himself, but not while Jackie was still in the other room alone.  He glanced back through the window.

Red noticed and frowned.  "Why do they still have the Loud one?"

Hyde shrugged.  "It was her cabin.  Her ex-boyfriend who ran."

Kitty jumped in "Well surely they don't really think Michael could have done this?"

"He was the only one in the room." Hyde offered logically, even though he didn't believe it either.

Eric lifted his head, looking to Hyde, and then Donna.  "But you KNOW he didn't do this.  We know who did this."

Donna shook her head in warning from her position on the bench beside Bob.  But Hyde came up with the save.

"Forman, we don't know who did this.  Yeah WE know that Kelso didn't.  But anyone could have broken in the cabin – and snuck out the window while we were trying to get in."

"Yeah Eric, only Kelso knows for sure." Donna insisted. 

Eric looked like he still wanted to tell the adults but before he could Jackie was finally finished with questioning. Coming out of the office, she walked straight to Red hugging him for all she was worth. 

Hyde smiled and Red looked uncomfortable.  After a few seconds he put his arms around her though.

"So where is your no good father?" he asked.

From somewhere buried in his shirt they heard "I don't know"

Kitty motioned toward the door.  "Come on.  Let's all go home."

Donna looked at her father. Bob took the hint "Yeah come on –let's go.  Jackie –you can stay with us tonight."

Jackie sighed.  She was scared.  Closing her eyes she could still see Pam Macy drenched in blood.  Letting go of Red she walked over to Steven and took his hand.  She was scared but at least she wasn't alone. 

****Forman kitchen –Monday morning ****

Jackie hadn't slept a wink all weekend.  She hadn't eaten either or turned on the TV.  The horrific events of Friday night were still fresh in her mind.  And even if they weren't all the local news channels were reporting news of Pam's death. 

There was manhunt out for Michael.  Steven and Fez had gone out looking for him themselves.  They hadn't found anything.  She had wanted to go with them but Bob wouldn't let Donna or her go out of the house for fear of being attacked by reporters. 

By Monday morning she was stir crazy.  Getting dressed she grabbed her books and snuck out of the house.  Donna was still asleep having nodded off sometime around 2.  Jackie had tried to keep her awake by playing ABBA and talking incessantly. She didn't want her best friend to be next. But Donna still did not fully believe that "some guy in their dreams could kill them". And Donna hadn't had any more dreams.   

Jackie walked into the Forman's kitchen to find Mrs. Forman cooking breakfast and Eric sitting at the kitchen table red eyed.

Sitting beside him, she smiled as he pushed a cup of coffee her way.  She gladly took it.  "I take it I wasn't the only one too afraid to go to sleep." She whispered.

Eric shook his head and whispered back.  "You know I think we should tell my mom".

Jackie took a large sip of the very black coffee.  "Steven and Donna would kill us."

"They might not have too." Eric stated morbidly.

Jackie sighed. Eric was right.  And she did want to tell someone.  She was sure that Kitty would believe them.  But she was tired.  And worried, and she didn't know what they should do.  She wondered where Michael was for the hundredth time.  If he hadn't run then they would have had to tell the truth. 

"You two have no business going to school today." Kitty stated pushing plates of eggs and bacon there way. 

Jackie's stomach rolled with hunger and she decided to try and keep something down.  Taking two huge bites of egg she gladly accepted the juice the older woman gave her.  "Mrs. Forman I can't stay in that house anymore."

"Yeah mom, Bob has them holed up in there.  He barely let Hyde and me in yesterday."

Kitty went back to work cleaning dishes.  She had been in frantic Kitty mode all weekend.  She was highly upset, always having been mother hen to all the kids.  "But you haven't gotten any sleep Eric.  And Bob told me you haven't either Jackie.  At least Steven and Donna are taking care of themselves and taking the day off."

"Hyde doesn't go to school on a good day." Eric offered. 

Kitty frowned.

"Look Mrs. Forman, I'd rather stay busy.  Tell Steven I'll come by after school okay." She got up and deposited her empty plate in the sink.  "And do me a favor, and tell him I looked well rested."

Eric followed suit and stopped to kiss his mother on the cheek.  "Mom, I…"

Jackie watched from the door to see if he would do it, silently hoping he would.    

"I love you." He finished instead. 

****Vista Cruiser –ride to school****

"Look Jackie, I just couldn't tell her yet." 

"I understand"

"No I just couldn't let her worry.  You know this is huge."

"I know"

"No Jackie, I don't think you do.  That guy – in your dream – in my dream – he killed Pam."

Jackie sighed.  "Yeah Eric, I know.  But just like Steven said last night.  No one is going to believe that." 

Eric nodded in frustration "I know.  And like Donna said –that is impossible." 

"What are we going to do?" Jackie asked. 

"What are you going to do?  What the heck am I going to do?" a voice stated from the back seat scaring Jackie and Eric. 

Eric screamed and Jackie whipped her head around to stare in shock at Michael.  He was in the backseat, wearing jeans and a windbreaker.  It must have been all he could grab as he was running out of the cabin. 

"What are you doing here?" Jackie screeched. 

"Where else was I going to go?  Everyone is looking for me.  They think I killed Pam." Kelso whined.

"Did you?" Eric asked. 

"How could you think that?  God Eric…" Looking at Jackie hopeful- Kelso asked "Jackie you don't believe that do you?"

Jackie looked at the boy she used to love madly and almost wished she did.  They were all in danger if he didn't.  "No Michael.  I know you didn't kill her.  Eric does too.  And everybody else."

"Then who did?" Eric began but was cut off by the sounds of sirens.  Behind them a cop car had appeared its lights blaring in the morning quiet. 

"OH MY GOD!" Kelso screamed. 

The cop car came around pushing Eric off the road.  He didn't want to stop but had no choice.  As soon as the breaks were applied Kelso jumped out.  Jackie followed. 

"FREEZE" the police officer said.

Kelso tried to run but was quickly caught and handcuffed. 

Jackie noticed another car pull up behind the police car.  It was Bob Pinciotti, and he looked guilty.  "Get in the car Eric." She stated.

"What?" he asked. 

"Just get in the car and drive."

**** English class ****

"Shakespeare is often heralded for his sonnets and plays featuring love.  But he is also responsible for many tragedies.  One example is Hamlet.  In this the main character, Hamlet, deals with his father's death and the subsequent realization that his step-father,  and he thinks mother is responsible for it.  The lies he sees cause him to seek revenge and his actions ultimately lead to his own demise." Ms. Gray lectured walking around the room. 

Jackie tried to ignore the monotony of her voice.  It was lulling her into much needed sleep.  Shaking her head she tried to focus on Fez and decipher whether he was alright.  This was the first time she had seen him since Friday night.  He had English with her grade because of his status as "the foreign kid". 

"Another example is Julius Caesar – would you read for us" Ms. Gray finished putting her hand on Fez's shoulder and encouraging him to stand up. 

Jackie watched as Fez picked up his book and began reading. 

"Aahhh  --In the most high and palmy state of Rome oh little err the mighty Julius fell.  The grave stood tenantless and the sheeted dead did squeak and jibber in the Roman streets.  As stars were trains of fire and dews of blood disasters in the sun. In the moist air.."*

Jackie felt her eyes closing and Fez's voice drifting away. 

"Jackie" a voice rang out, annoyingly whiney and insistent. 

Jackie's eyes shot open and she looked toward where the voice came from. 

Standing in the hallway – Pam Macy stood in a clear body bag coated in blood.  "Jackie"

Jackie looked around.  No one else seemed to notice, or hear.  Fez was still reciting but his voice had become warped and drawn out. 

"Oh god I could be bounded in a nutshell and call myself King of Infinite Space.  Were…. it not…. that I had…… bad…… dreams."*

Glancing back over, Jackie noticed Pam was gone.  But a puddle of blood remained on the hallway floor.  Getting up she left the room. 

The bloody trail led down the hallway where Pam was slowly drug further away by nothing. 

Running Jackie came around the corner. "Pam?" she called.  The blood led downstairs and past Employee only signs.  She found herself in the boiler room.  "Pam?" she called out again. 

Suddenly the man of her nightmares appeared. 

Jackie screamed and turned around to run.  She darted behind pipes and tried to use her small size to her benefit.  Nothing seemed to faze him.

"Who are you?" she screamed. 

He merely laughed, holding up his knives, running them along a nearby pipe. 

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek

Realizing she had run into a dead end she leaned heavily against the wall. 

"It's only a dream.  It's only a dream.  It's only a dream" she chanted like Steven had told her.  "It's only a dream. It's only a dream."

"Come to Freddy." The man stated, advancing. 

It wasn't working, she thought beginning to cry.  Turning her head, not wanting to see the man kill her the way he killed Pam, she noticed the hot steam coming off the pipe nearby.  Thinking quickly she threw herself on it.  Her arm came alive with the pain of the burn and she screamed.

Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Jerking wide awake in the class full of confused teenagers, Jackie continued to scream.  Ms. Gray ran up trying to calm her. 

"It's okay honey.  It is okay." The woman ignorantly cooed

Finally fully awake Jackie pulled back from the teacher's concerned grasp.  Her arm hurt.  She was still terrified.  She didn't want to be here anymore.  Looking around the room she noticed that Fez had dropped his book and had come around behind her.  Backing into her concerned friend and away from the class she let him guide her out of the room. 

She didn't know much but one thing she did know.  Things were not okay.