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"Barry, are you awake?" Jackie asked, sitting up. She heard him sigh.

"Of course I am, I'm on a lumpy futon," he said. "Why? What do you want? She yawned, and moved so her feet were on the pillows and her head was by the futon.

"It's so weird being back. Everyone is grown up," she said.

"So are you, Jackie," Barry said, turning over.

"Did I tell you that Michael's daughter Betsy is my goddaughter?" Jackie asked. "I never talk to her, but I send her a birthday card every year. I'm a pretty crappy godmother. Steven is her godfather, because Michael thought that we'd be together forever. I guess we fooled him."

"I still can't believe you dated him."

"Steven?"

"No, Kelso!"

"Oh, yeah."

"At least your taste in men has improved," he said, and she laughed a little bit.

"Betsy's eleven. Michael has two more kids now. Donna and Eric have Tommy It's just overwhelming," she said. "I wanted kids, Barry."

"Well I can't help you with that."

"I wanted a family. And I didn't get that, but I'm still happy. What does that mean? Do I still want a family?" she mused. Barry sighed, and sat up, knowing he wouldn't be getting sleep any time soon.

"Maybe your desire for a family isn't present because there isn't anyone you know that you want to have a family with," he said, lying down. She shrugged. It was possible. When her Mom was thirty, Jackie had already been born. And Jackie wasn't even in a serious relationship. "Can I sleep now?"

"It was so weird seeing Steven," Jackie continued, and Barry groaned. "I mean, he's changed, but stayed the same. If that makes sense."

"Loves, I drove a hundred some miles today, can you please just let me-?"

"I think he and I should talk about everything that's happened between us, but I don't know how to approach it."

"Goodnight, Jackie."

"But is that appropriate? I mean, we're here for Bob and Donna, so I shouldn't be so selfish," she said.

"It's selfish that you won't let me sleep!"

"Barry, I saw him leaning against his car tonight, and he looked so… sad," she said. "From what I can tell, he's alone, stuck in this town, and now I come back into his life. He let me go. And HE'S the one who is miserable."

"You're jumping to conclusions."

"I know when Steven Hyde is upset, it's one thing I have over him. I can read him," she said. He finally sat up and hit her with a pillow. "OW! What was that for!"

"Jackie, it's almost one in the morning!" Barry snapped. "I'm in a weird small town with people I don't know, I'm in a strange house on a crappy futon, and you won't let me just sleep!" She hit him with a pillow back, and he stood up and picked her up.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she asked, as he dumped her on the futon. "HEY!" He got under the covers of the bed, and sighed in happiness.

"Goodnight, Jackie," he said. She leapt up on the bed, and nudged him over. "What!"

"We'll share a bed or you'll take the futon, it's your choice!" she said. He nodded, and they both sulked as they fell into sleep.

----------------------------------------------------

She woke up early the next morning, went to the kitchen, and saw Donna on the phone with the funeral home. She waved silently, and pointed at the fridge. Donna nodded, and went back to the phone. Jackie opened the fridge, and grabbed the butter and eggs. She found a spatula in the drawer it was in when she was a teen, and began to make scrambled eggs for everyone in the house. The back door opened, and Hyde walked in. Jackie almost hid behind the counter, she was wearing pajama pants and a tee shirt, but at least she had combed her hair. He waved, and she waved too. He walked to the table and set his coat on it. He pointed at the stove, and then at himself.

"You want some help?" he asked, quietly so Donna could talk on the phone.

"Sure," Jackie said. "I was going to make eggs and toast for everyone."

"Okay, I'll start up the toaster," he said, and she smiled at him quickly. She began beating the eggs, and Donna would steal quick glances at them, wondering if romance was beginning to stir a little bit. Jackie poured the eggs into the pan, and began scrambling them.

"So how have you been all these years, Jackie?" he asked. "I mean at NYU. How was that?"

"Oh, it was wonderful," she said. "When I was young I didn't think that college was really the thing for me, but once I got there, I just… I fit somewhere. And Barry was there for me since day 1, so I owe him a lot of my happiness."

"He seems like a nice guy," Hyde said. "You know… it's nice you came back." She continued beating the eggs, but looked at him. Zen Hyde was opening up? Sure, he opened up to her when they were dating, but… they weren't dating at the moment. And they had hated each other when she left, at least he had hated her. Even if she had loved him. What the heck happened in ten years to make it different?

"Oh," she said. "I, um, actually kind of find that surprising."

"How come?" he asked, but before she could answer Donna hung up the phone and walked to them.

"Okay, the Visitation is tonight at 7:30 at Werness Funeral Home," she said. "I should go tell Kitty and Red."

"Tell us what?" the crabby older voice said. Red and Kitty Foreman entered the kitchen, already dressed and ready to face the day.

"Hi, Red, Kitty," Donna said. Kitty pulled her into a hug, and Red looked at the eggs in a longing way. He then looked at Jackie.

"Jackie Burkhart!" he exclaimed, in his 'I'm surprised but still better than you' voice. "I can't believe that's you! You aren't that skinny little cheerleader that used to hang out in my basement!"

"Hi Red," she said, and handed Hyde the spatula so she could greet him. She hugged her father figure, and he sort of muttered 'jeeze' when she hugged him. "It's so good to see you!"

"You too, Jackie," he said.

"Jackie, sweetie, Red and I wanted to take you out to lunch today," Kitty said. "It's been so long since we've seen you, and we have so much catching up to do." Jackie smiled, and Kitty was visibly beaming. I had no idea she liked me that much, she thought.

Barry walked down the steps, rubbing his eyes, in a silk robe he packed. Hyde almost burst out laughing at it, and Jackie actually did.

"Oh keep quiet, you bitch," he said, grabbing a plate of eggs and toast. "You were kicking me all night long." Red rolled his eyes, unaware that they were not lovers.

"You look like Rocky Balboa!" Jackie laughed, and Barry swatted her on the shoulder as he sat at the table. "But yes, I would love to come to lunch with you two."

"Kitty, Red, the visitation is at 7:30 tonight at the Werness funeral home," Donna said. "Would you two like breakfast?"

"Oh Donna, how the roles have changed," Kitty said. "But no thank you, we ate."

"Where's Kelso?" Hyde asked.

"Still sleeping," Red said, obviously irritated. "He's a grown man and still sleeps like he doesn't have a job or a care in the world. I wouldn't feel safe if he was the cop in my neighborhood." Kitty pat his back, trying to get him to calm down.

"Red, your heart," she chastised. "Donna, where is my son?"

"He took Tommy for a walk around the neighborhood," Donna said. "But I'll tell him that you were planning on going to lunch."

"No, no, no," Red said, shaking his hand. "This lunch is just for us and Jackie to catch up. We don't need our son ruining that."

"What he means is that we just saw Eric and you at Thanksgiving, Donna, and he should be helping you with the arrangements," Kitty said. "Besides, this way Jackie can catch up with us. Red, come on, let's leave them all to their breakfast." Red nodded, and they left the Pinciotti house.

"Kitty really missed you," Donna said.

"Psh, I wonder why," Barry muttered. Jackie poured him some coffee. "Thanks, sweetie."

"Anytime, honey," she said. "But no, I am wondering why. Why did she miss me so much?"

"She saw you as the daughter she never had," Donna said.

"She had Laurie!" Jackie exclaimed, flabbergasted.

"Would you admit to that?" Donna asked, eating eggs. "Good eggs, Jackie."

"Thanks. Okay. Well, I guess I have a lunch date," Jackie said. "Barry, are you going to be okay?"

"I'll find something to do," he said. "Donna, we've hit it off, you're now my best friend in waiting."

"I'm flattered?" Donna asked.

"Should Jackie be unable to perform her duties as my best friend, you are next in line," he said, the coffee obviously working. Donna smiled, now being genuinely flattered.

"Wow! Thank you!" she said.

"Women best friends are a gay man's dream," Barry said, standing and kissing the top of Jackie's head. "Though Donna, you can't be a true gay man's best friend because you're married, and best friends are usually lonely." Jackie shoved him off of her. She didn't like it when Barry called her lonely. She got eggs from the pan, and toast from the plate.

"I'm not lonely, I have YOU," she said, and Barry chuckled.

"I love you, Jackie," he said, and she flipped him off as she ate eggs while sitting at the table.

Kelso walked through the back door.

"Red turned on the radio really loud," he said. "I'm on vacation for God's sake."

"Kelso, you dumbass, you aren't on vacation, you're here for Bob's funeral!" Hyde said, hitting his shoulder. Just like old times, Jackie thought. Donna rolled her eyes, and Kelso piled eggs on his plate.

"Kelso, you can entertain Barry," Jackie said, and Barry shot her a nasty look. "I'm going out to lunch with the Foremans and Barry needs someone to hang out with him." Kelso nodded, and smiled.

"Sounds like fun," Kelso said, his mouth filled with eggs.

"Oh thanks a lot," Barry muttered to Jackie. She winked.

"I'm going to go take a shower, and make myself look better than this," she said. She left the kitchen, and began to walk up the steps. Hyde had followed her.

"Hey, Jackie," he said. She turned, and smiled. It was becoming easier.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"Good eggs," he said. She smiled, and thanked him. "And why did you think that I wouldn't be happy to see you?" She averted her eyes, and kept that smile on her face, albeit somewhat awkward.

"Well… I don't know," she said. "I mean… the last interaction we had, I slapped you across the face. Pretty hard." He nodded, and put his hands in his pockets.

"You act like I didn't deserve it," he said. She chuckled a little, and held up her finger.

"I never said that," she said. He walked to the banister, and she looked down at him. "And… I'm sorry I hit you so hard." He nodded, and she arched an eyebrow at him. The silence was very uncomfortable, but neither of them would move. They just looked at each other.

"Did you miss me?" he asked. She didn't know how to answer that. She missed him so much at the beginning, but she trained herself not to think about him. As a defense mechanism.

"Did you?" she retorted. Neither of them had to answer, because Eric came through the front door with Tommy.

"Hoo! It's COLD out there!" he exclaimed, kicking the snow off his boots. "And I smell eggs." He saw them at the stairs, and Jackie and Hyde both stepped back.

"They're in the kitchen," Jackie said, and trotted up the steps as fast as she could without looking like she was consciously running.