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"Hi, Kitty," Jackie said, her voice shaking. Kitty smiled, and pulled her into a hug. Jackie hugged back, and closed her eyes. This is surreal, this is so weird.

"Well come on in!" Kitty said, almost a forced happiness. The Foremans and Bob had both learned the hard way that the housing market can be truly horrendous, and both familes had given up on selling their homes in Point Place. They decided to spend a quiet solitude in the little Wisconsin hamlet

Kitty was trying to be welcoming, but it was obviously hard because of the reason they were there. It's funny how death brings people together, Jackie thought, as Kitty led her into the living room, Barry close behind.

"Oh Jackie, you look simply stunning!" Kitty said, and Jackie smiled. "Turn around, come on, let me look at you!" Jackie did as she was told, and Kitty put her hands to her face. "You look barely a day older since you left."

"Thank you, Kitty, neither do you," Jackie said.

"Oh, you were always such a flatterer," Kitty said. "And is this your husband?" Barry laughed, and Jackie shook her head.

"No, this is Barry Grant, he's my business partner," Jackie said. "He's here because, well… I didn't know how easy of a time I would have here, since it's been so long, and…"

"And you needed a shoulder to lean on, I understand," Kitty said. "Nice to meet you, Barry!"

"You too, Mrs. Foreman."

"Please, call me Kitty," she said, and they shook hands. "Well, I will go get everyone, and tell them you are here." She rushed out of the living room, and Jackie sat on the couch. It was all so familiar, and yet distant.

"I used to spend so much time in this house," she mused. Barry sat down, and put an arm around her shoulders. "This is so weird."

"I know, loves," he said. "But Kitty is really nice."

"She always was."

The kitchen door opened, and she leapt up to her feet. Donna was there. Her hair was red again, she was wearing jeans and a sweater, and she had aged well. Her eyes were red, she had obviously been crying. Jackie saw her, and her throat had a lump that felt like the size of a grapefruit. Donna smiled, laughed a little, and the two women ran to each other and hugged. Eric was close behind, carrying a two year old boy in his arms, who had dark brown hair like his dad. Donna cried as Jackie hugged her, and Jackie began crying too. It had been so long, and Donna, along with Barry, was the best friend she ever had. Donna pulled away, and looked at Jackie.

"God, look at you," she said, and laughed a little. "You didn't change at all!"

"Speak for yourself," Jackie said, laughing a little bit and wiping the tears from her eyes. Eric walked over, and Jackie looked at their son. "Oh my God, what's his name?"

"Tommy," Donna said, and Jackie could have died. He was so cute! Jackie fell in love with him, and waved a little. Tommy was shy, and hid his face in his Dad's shoulder.

"Donna, I'm so sorry," Jackie said, taking her hand. Donna nodded.

"Thank you," Donna said. "I'm so glad you came."

"Really?" Jackie asked.

"Of course, you big dummy," Donna said, taking Tommy from Eric. Eric smiled at Jackie, and she put her hands to her face. He wasn't as thin as he used to be, and his hair wasn't mop topped anymore. She smiled, and he grinned in response.

"Hey, Satan," he said, and she hugged him.

"Hey, nerd," she retorted. "Oh my gosh, Foreman, you've really grown up."

"Yeah, so have you," he said. She remembered that Barry was there, and she gasped.

"Oh jeeze, you guys, I have someone for you to meet," she said. Barry stepped forward. "This is Barry Grant, he's my business partner."

"We've met, are you an interior decorator too?" Donna asked, shaking his hand.

"Yes, yes I am," he said, and shook Eric's hand as well. "Eric, Jackie and I have known each other since we were freshmen at NYU."

"Are you two…?" Eric asked, and Jackie shook her head.

"No, we're just friends," she said.

"I'm gay," Barry said. Donna just nodded, and smiled at him, and Eric seemed thrown by the openness, but was fine with it as well.

"Jackie, we all have so much to catch up on," Donna said, and they sat in the family room. Which they did.

After Jackie had left, Donna and Eric had gone to Madison for college. Eric was now a science teacher at the high school. Donna's bookstore, Jane's Attic, was the hip place for the college kids to hang out at. Tommy was born on May 11th, 1988, and they were trying for another child at the time. Jackie just stared at Tommy. He was heaven. Barry told them of his past, his travels to Europe, and how he and Jackie hit it off so quickly. When it was Jackie's turn, she didn't know what to say.

"I'm an interior designer in New York City," she said. "And that's about it. My Mom and Dad live in Chicago now, it's a fairly empty marriage that is based on money and companionship. I have no time for my friends, I haven't had a serious relationship since college, and I missed having you guys in my life."

"What a downer," Eric said, and Donna nudged him.

"We've missed you too, Jackie," Donna said. She paused. "All of us have missed you." Jackie and Barry exchanged glances.

"Huh?" she asked.

"Well… After you left, it was like the gang was just… gone," Donna said. "It was me, Fez, Hyde, and Sam. It just… it was like the final straw on the camels back."

"But then I came back and everything was fixed," Eric said, and Jackie laughed a little bit. Donna laughed, and he put Tommy on the floor to toddle around.

"So… Have you heard from any of them?" Jackie asked. "I mean, the rest of the old gang?"

"Well, Alfalfa and Spanky are now business men in Los Angeles," Eric said, and Donna groaned and nudged him again.

"Fez owns the salon now," she said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and he's living here still, obviously," Donna said. "I've kept in touch with Kelso, he's a detective now."

"Jeeze."

"Apparently he's good. He and Brooke got married and had two more kids," Donna said. "He should be showing up tonight as well."

"And my sister is in Milwaukee," Eric said. "She's a secretary for a high powered attorney."

"You're joking."

"Well, she is sleeping with him."

"Ah, that makes sense," Jackie said. And she didn't dare ask the question that she wanted to. But Donna could tell that she wanted to know.

"And Hyde still owns the record store," Donna said. "Which is now a tape store."

"Ah," Jackie said, nodding.

"He's been thinking of expanding the company, so he'll be going to some big city in the next couple of years as well," Eric said. Jackie nodded, and couldn't ask about Sam. She just couldn't.

"Is he, um, coming over tonight?" Jackie asked. Donna and Eric nodded. "Okay. Um, can you guys recommend any hotels that Barry and I could stay in?"

"Oh, well, you can stay at Dad's," Donna said. "I mean, Eric, Tommy, and I are taking Dad's room, but my old room is open. If you two don't mind sharing a bed."

"I'm not sharing a bed with a woman," Barry said, and Jackie hit his arm. "Ow!"

"There's a futon, too, I suppose," Donna said.

"You are so taking that," Barry stated.

"Oh AM I?" Jackie asked.

"So you don't have to have a hotel," Donna said. "And that way Kelso can stay here and drive Red crazy."

"He was always good at that," Jackie said. "Okay, that seems like a good way to handle things. Barry, shall we take our bags to our room?"

"Ugh, sure," he said. "But I don't want to carry yours too this time."

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Jackie pulled out the futon, and threw his bags on it.

"Oh no, I'm not sleeping on the futon," he said.

"I had to sleep on it for months, you can sleep on it for three nights," she said. "God, you're so whiney. Be a man." He laughed at her, and she laughed too.

"See, that wasn't so bad," he said. "Your friends were just happy to see you." She nodded, and brushed her hair in Donna's old mirror. Bob had not really changed it since she moved out. He took down her posters, but the bed and dresser were there for a guest room set up. She put on some eyeliner, and Barry grabbed a book off one of Donna's shelves.

"Gertrude Stein, that's impressive," he said. "This Donna seems like she would have made a good beard for a lucky gay man."

"Yeah, she's cool," Jackie said.

"So your ex isn't here."

"Yet."

"And they didn't mention his potential wife."

"So?"

"So maybe that's a good sign."

"Doubtful," she said. "They are hiding it from me to keep me from hurting because they think I'm still in love with him."

"Well aren't you?"

"No!"

"You're defensive," he said, flipping through the book.

"I am not!"

"Oh you are," he said. He was right. She didn't love him anymore, to her knowledge, but she was still very nervous to see him. The last thing she ever said to him wasn't even a sentence. It was a slap to the face, and then a note that said 'goodbye' attached to the old Led Zeppelin shirt, which speaks many words. She turned away from the mirror, and sat on the bed.

"Do you think he'll come here or go to The Foremans? He did used to live there."

"He'll probably come here to see Donna," Barry said. She groaned, and brushed her hair more. Oh, what do I care? She thought, but tied it back anyway.

Donna knocked on the door and walked in.

"Just like old times," Donna said, and Jackie smiled.

"Donna, I just want to thank you for letting us stay here," Jackie said. "And, your son is just… beautiful."

"Isn't he?" Donna asked, and had a sad smile on her face. "I just wish that he would have gotten to know his Grandpa Bob more…" Jackie smiled sympathetically, and touched Donna's arm.

"I know," Jackie said. "But I'm sure that the time will have affected him." Donna nodded, and they sat on the bed.

"Jackie, you've barely changed in your looks, but you're just so much more mature. You've really changed in your attitude," Donna said. "I don't know if it was college, or New York, or…"

"I don't know either," she said.

"It was me," Barry said, not looking up from his book.

"Oh puhLEASE," Jackie said.

"Well, THAT hasn't changed," Donna said.

"Where's Eric?" Jackie asked.

"Oh, he's gone to the store to get some food," Donna said. "I'm trying to get Tommy to bed, but Kelso is going to be here soon. Do you think you could wait for him?"

"Oh sure," Jackie said. Barry sat up, carrying the Gertrude Stein book with him. They walked down the stairs, and Jackie sat on the couch in the main room. She wished that she could have told Bob what he meant to her. She looked at the pictures around the room, and walked around. There were a few of Donna, and of Eric and Donna on their wedding day, and of Tommy when he was a new born. She smiled, and then saw one that was on the back of the mantle, but there nonetheless. It was one of her and Donna in high school. She took it, and smiled.

"What are you looking at?" Barry asked. She silently handed him the photo. "Oh, that's a nice picture!" She nodded, and he put an arm around her.

"He really cared about me," she said.

"How couldn't he?" Barry asked. He heard the tea pot going. "Oh, I was making us tea. I'll get it." She nodded, and he went into the kitchen. She put the photo back, and was about to sit back on the couch, when the doorbell rang. Michael, she thought, and walked to the door. She opened it, and had a big smile on her face. As much as he used her over the years, Michael Kelso could always make her laugh, and she was excited to hear about his life in Chicago as a detective.

"Surprise, Michael!" she exclaimed, but it wasn't him.

It was Steven Hyde. And they were both speechless.