"Okay… now, you all be good. And Eric, Steven—here's a bag of condoms…" Mrs. Forman said, ending with one of her nervous laughs as she held out a brown paper bag.

"Mom!" Eric burst, staring at his mother like she belonged in an insane asylum. Kelso grinned from Mrs. Forman to Eric.

"Hey Forman, at least she's accepted that you are so gunna do it with Donna," he said with a matter-of-fact nod, beaming now as he looked once again from Eric to Mrs. Forman. He groaned angrily at Eric as the scrawny boy kicked him hard in the shin, frowning.

I grabbed the bag with a grin as I watched Jackie and Donna roll their eyes before bending over to reach for their small carry-on bags (Or rather, Donna leaned over for her small carry-on. Jackie's "small" carry-on was the size of Texas).

Jackie picked a bad day to wear one of her lower cut tops.

As she bent over, Fez looked over at the bust area, his mouth gaping open in awe. Jackie immediately clamped her arms over her chest with a squeal before darting behind me with a highly non-amused look at Fez. I reached up a hand to knock Fez in the back of the head before bending over to pick up Jackie's bag for her.

"Perv," Jackie accused with a silly frown before she looked over at Mrs. Forman.

"Don't forget your pills, Jackie," Mrs. Forman told her with a smile, handing her a small bottle from a pocket in her apron.

"Aha! I know what those are for!" Eric exclaimed, watching Jackie place the bottle in her purse without hesitation.

A look of shock and pain passed Jackie's face as her head swung up as soon as Mrs. Forman left the kitchen with a small wave in Eric's direction. Lately, she hadn't been one for long goodbyes. By the strange look on Jackie's face and in her eyes, I could tell she hadn't told anyone yet. "You do?" she asked, attempting to sound calm and collected. My little 97 pound package of Zen.

"Yup. Birth control," he said with a nod. "I guess you and Hyde wanted extra protection because you couldn't keep your hands off each other!"

The immense look and sigh of relief on Jackie's part went undetected by the other guys in the room—but I was almost positive Donna could tell something was up… and would be determined to find out what it was.

"Yup. You're right, Eric," Jackie said with an innocent smile. Looking at Donna, she frowned thoughtfully. "Should we leave now?"

Donna stared at Jackie for awhile, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Yeah, I guess so. You guys go ahead and start loading up Kelso's van, I wanna stay and talk to Jackie for a minute."

Jackie instinctively inched closer to me, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders slowly. Donna looked at me disapprovingly at me before shrugging and focusing on Jackie.

"So what are those pills for?"

"Birth control, just like Eric said," Jackie told her casually, momentarily pretending to be completely interested in the fingernails of her right hand. A flat-out lie.

"Jackie, I know you. You've with this stuff before," Donna said slowly, clearly not convinced.

"Well, Steven and I have gotten—"

Jackie was cut off by a groan and a head shake from Donna. "Yeah, I don't care about you and Hyde's sex life. But there's something you aren't telling me, and I'll find out what it is."

"Donna, would I hide anything from you?" Jackie asked innocently, tilting her head to the side in an almost cute kind of way.

"Uh, yeah," Donna said in a 'no-duh' tone as she placed her hands on her hips. Surveying Jackie, she shook her head in defeat. "Okay… whatever."

With that, she turned with a shrug to walk through the door and towards Kelso's van, her bags in hand. I let go of Jackie, staring at her in disbelief.

"You have to at least tell Donna," I said simply, still staring.

"I will… eventually. When the time is right," she told me with a firm nod.

I grabbed her by the arms, staring firmly at her. "Tell her. She's worried about you. I'm worried about you."

Glaring at me, she managed to wriggle out of my grasp, frowning at me now. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine… really."

Turning, she walked through the open door to leave me standing. I wanted to believe her—I really did. I wanted desperately for her to be okay. But the little voice in the back of my head told me to prepare for the worst.

Note to self: Shove the little voice off a god damned cliff

Author's Note: Thank you all for the comments! I love you all to pieces.