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Part Two of the Fight/Flight two shot. Please Review.


Jackie had done a lot of thinking one her way to Chicago about Flight versus Fight. When one chooses flight, neither is necessary better than the other, both are liable have disastrous consequences. She had chosen flight when she had found out her boyfriend, the man she cared most about, had chosen getting drunk with his friends rather then be with her. It was no use fighting for something that wasn't going to happen. The way Jackie saw it, there was no choice.

And now she stood in her hotel room in Chicago as her boyfriend held the towel that had been wrapped around Kelso's waist. She could tell he was deciding between flight or fight. She knew Steven, knew what he was going to choose. He turned and walked out, leaving Jackie behind forever.

Little did Jackie Burkhart know, but that one decision was going to change everything.

She had gone back to Point Place for him. She couldn't stand to be anywhere where he wasn't. She would go and explain to him what happened, they would both yell, but he would eventually see that she loved him and he would admit he loved her. There would be a fight, but it would eventually work out. She was hopeful as he told her he wasn't ready to get married yet, but then, with one ring of the Forman's doorbell, she felt as though hope had finally been released from Pandora's Box.

"Fight" her brain was telling her. "Fight for him!"

"Oh hell no!" Jackie shouted as she made her way to the skank who was trying to steal her boyfriend.

"I don't know who you think you are, but Steven is my boyfriend and no whore is going to waltz in and take him from me!"

The tramp giggled. "Midget, if you knew anything about keeping a man, he wouldn't have come to me."

That set her off. "Well, I'm just sorry about your lip."

Samantha put her fingers to her lip. "What about my lip?" She asked, confused.

Without hesitation, Jackie pulled her fist back and made contact with Sam's face, knocking her back into the piano.

"That you whore!" Jackie screeched, running flying towards Sam.


Hyde stood motionless, his mouth dropped open, as the stripper he had met in Vegas announced she was his wife.

He was about to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard a familiar screech.

"Oh hell no!" Jackie was shouting as she ran to where Sam was standing. Sam had at least three inches on Jackie but Hyde knew from personal experience that Jackie kick some major ass when she wanted to. He had watched her kick Laurie's ass after all.

This was no different.

"He's my boyfriend you tramp!" A tiny fist hit Sam's face again.

For whatever reason, that brought everyone out of their shocked stupor.

"Jackie!" "Jackie!" both Hyde and Red yelled at her, as they attempted to pull her off Sam. Red turned to his wife. "Kitty, take Jackie into to kitchen and get her some ice for her hand. And some for uh…

"Sam."

"Yeah, get some ice for Sam too while you're at it."

"Jackie." Hyde said again in a softer tone as Kitty took her into the kitchen. She then came out with a bag of frozen peas for Sam. "Here." She then shook her head and went back to Jackie.

Kitty sat next to Jackie at the table.

"I feel like a gin and tonic, how about you?" She laughed.

Jackie didn't say anything.

Kitty sat a drink in front of Jackie. "It'll be okay. Steven will do the right thing."

"That's what I'm afraid of." Jackie whispered.

"Oh, now, don't be like that! Steven cares a lot about you. So he ran to Vegas over a misunderstanding and ended up married to a stranger, but honey, he was just upset. And you know how bad Steven's judgment gets when he's upset."

"I know Mrs. Forman, but I don't think he'll ever forgive me. I just, I thought we were going to last you know?"

Kitty Forman sighed and gulped down her gin and tonic.

Jackie suddenly stood up and ran out to the living room, leaving Kitty behind in wonderment. She looked at Jackie's glass. She never touched it.


"I can't believe this." Hyde was muttering to himself. Married to a stripper. His parents would be proud of him. He had ended up just like them. Go white trash!

Just then, the kitchen door swung open again, and a small hand grabbed his and pulled him into the kitchen, down the stairs and into his room.

He knew what was coming, so he took a deep breath and sat down on his caught as he watched Jackie turn a bright shade or red.

"Jackie, breathe."

She was crying. Mascara was running down her face, making her look like a cheetah.

"I don't even know what to say Steven."

"Well, there's a first." He muttered sarcastically.

She turned around. "Don't joke about this!"

His shoulders fell. "Do you want me to start?" he asked.

"Yes."


He looked resigned, and asked her if he should start their conversation. She knew it wasn't going to be just a conversation though; it was going to be a fight. She watched as he took a deep breath.

"You nailed Kelso!"

"No I didn't!"

"Then why was he wearing a towel huh?"

"Oh please, have you met Michael? We should feel lucky he puts on pants at all!"

The two of them burst out laughing. He grabbed her as she started to fall to the floor.

"This isn't working." She said, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Come on, let's look at that hand." They sat on his bed and he took her hand into his.

"It's a good thing I taught you how to punch; otherwise your thumb would be broken."

Jackie gave a small smile. "So… what are you going to do?"

"I don't know." He admitted.

"Great, my three favorite words, you never know do you Steven?"

He put her hand down. "You're the one who wanted me to tell you that I was going to marry you!"

She shook her head. "That's such bullshit! I sad 'someday get married!" "Emphasis on the someday!" She exclaimed. "But no, you couldn't even give me that! You just had to say 'I don't know' and 'I don't know what to say.' I knew you were commitment phobic when you took so long to admit I was your girlfriend, but this, this took the commitment phobic cake!"

"You're the one who left without waiting for my answer." He retorted.

She raised her eye brow at him. "Oh, so I was imagining that whole part where you were passed out drunk in a warehouse."

"I was freaked out. You didn't give me a chance."

There was something frightening to him about the argument they were having. There was no shouting, no throwing objects. They were simply sitting on his bed, and if he was a stranger, he'd think they were just having an ordinary conversation. He wanted it to stop, wanted both of them to just accept what had happened and find a way to deal with it.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." She said, her voice soft.

"I'm sorry too."

"I should go talk to Sam, and you should put some ice on that hand, come on." He didn't want to hold her hand simply because he knew it would hurt, but he still wanted to touch her. He put his arm around her shoulder and walked with her upstairs.


Red was getting tired of having to listen to the blonde in his living room talk about her act.

"And then, I do this spinning thing and I bend over like this." She started to demonstrate.

He held up his hand. "No thank you!"

She frowned. "Well okay, but if you ever want me to show you, I'd be more than happy too!"

God she was stupid. If Steven chose her over the loud one, his foot was going to marry Steven's ass. With that thought, Steven came through the door.

"Where's Jackie, Steven?" Red asked.

"She's with Kitty, her hand is pretty banged up, and I think we'll have to take her to the hospital."

Red watched as Steven, the young man he considered to be his second son, looked at his wife. It was clear he was assessing her, trying to make a decision. If history had taught Red anything, it was that both of his sons were horrible at making decisions. Red was going to have to help him.

"Samantha, I think you should wait outside." Red told her. She shrugged, grabbed her bag of peas and walked out. Red turned back to Hyde.

"Steven, which one of them do you love?"


"Which one do you love?" Red was asking him.

He didn't know if he loved Jackie, but everyone else seemed to know for him. Jackie, Red, Kitty, Fez, Donna, Eric, Kelso. Even Leo had told him he loved Jackie

Well, if it was going to come down to that, there was no choice. But, he didn't want to be the guy who ran out on his wife. His dad had done that, and he wasn't going to be that guy. It was part of the reason he didn't want to get married in the first place.

Maybe he did, but love was a complicated emotion, and if there was one thing Hyde didn't like, it was complications. He turned to Red for guidance.

"It's not that easy Mr. Forman."

"Well, I think you should go with the blonde." Red told him.

He did? "You do?"

"Marrying a stripper is the male American dream, Steven. Most guys would kill to marry someone who dances naked every night for other men. You have a golden opportunity here son."

Hyde rubbed his ears. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Red patted Hyde on the back. "I say go for it!" He started to go into the kitchen but turned around.

"But there's one other thing you have to consider Steven, one day, you'll wake up next to her," He pointed towards Sam, "and you'll smell some other guy on her, see a love mark that isn't yours, and you won't care, because you don't love her. But every time you see Jackie hold hands with someone new, every time she whispers into someone's ear that isn't yours, your stomach will twist in knots, your heart will feel like it's being crushed. It'll be just like combat, but without the benefit of death. She'll eventually get over you Steven, maybe even start dating one of your friends. I know that foreign kid likes her."

Fez and Jackie? Well maybe that would work. Fez has always loved Jackie, and he could give Jackie what she's always wanted. But then thought of them sitting on the Forman couch hit him, their bodies close together, hands interlaced made him want to throw up.

"Again, I ask you, which one do you love?"


Hyde was left alone in the living room. A month ago, seeing Kelso in Jackie's hotel room caused him to choose flight over fight. Today, Jackie had chosen fight. Now, Steven had the make the same decision.

Fight with Jackie or Flight with Sam.

He walked into the kitchen, grabbed Jackie around her waist and carried her down the stairs to his bedroom.

Slamming the door behind him, he threw her onto the bed.

"Ouch!" she cried.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

"I landed on my hand." She told him.

"I'm sorry." He sat down next to her.

"Tell me what happened in Chicago." He requested.

"He was there because I was homesick. But nothing happened! He was just being stupid."

"You're telling me nothing happened?"

"Nothing." She reiterated, enunciating every syllable.

"Tell me why I should believe you."

"Oh, I don't know Steven. Maybe it's because I've never lied to you before?"

He raised her eyebrow at her.

"Nothing important anyway."

He raised his eyebrow again.

"Okay fine. I've lied to you. But only because I care. But I've never cheated on you, I've done anything to deliberately hurt you and you know that."

"You left me." He said simply.

And suddenly she got it. He wasn't mad about Kelso, he was mad about her leaving him just like everyone else in his life had left him. She reached out to touch his face.

He flinched.

She pulled her hand away and tried to hold back the tears.

In response, he took her hand in his and started rubbing comforting circles with his thumb.

"I wasn't going to propose." He said.

"I know." She replied.

"I just, I wanted to see you. I needed to be with you."

"And now?"

"Now, I want to go to sleep. I've had a really crappy day."

She started to get up. "I'll go then. We'll talk tomorrow I guess."

"No."

She turned around and looked at the man who was breaking her heart. She couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses, and his expression was unreadable, but one thing was for sure, he looked tired.

"No?" She questioned. "You don't want to talk tomorrow?" She asked her voice choked.

"No, I meant don't go." He laid down on his bed. He made room for her and patted the bed. "Come to bed Jackie."

She crawled in beside him and he put his arm around her.

"Steven?"

"Go to sleep Jackie." He mumbled into her hair.

She sighed and closed her eyes. The news would wait until tomorrow.

The end.

I'm not super happy with this, but it did help me figure out how I'm going to do something in Don't Stand So Close to Me, so that's good.