"Jackie," I said gruffly, reaching out a hand to shove her shoulder gently. "Jacks, wake up." For a moment, I was gripped by a sudden wave of fright – was she dead? As soon as I saw her chest rising and falling rhythmically, I exhaled in relief before taking a step back. "Well, this is different. Come on, Jackie. You're usually the one waking me up. Not the other way around." I bent over again to once again shove her shoulder, and in response, she stirred. However, she didn't get up, but simply threw a pillow at me and then buried her face in the second pillow.

"Get up. Now." Groaning with an eye roll, I made my way to the end of the bed. Slowly and gently, I lifted the covers off so that I could grab hold of her feet and, not gently, I tugged. With a shriek of surprise, she came tumbling off the bed, tangled in the blankets she had huddled under the previous night.

"Steven!" she cried, her brown eyes wide in irritation and shock. "I was going to get up eventually; you didn't yank me off."

Shrugging, I pointed to the bathroom, where I had set out an outfit for her – it was too late for her to stand around for forty-five minutes trying to come up with the perfectly coordinated outfit – and she, without protest, walked towards it and shut the door gently. It was odd to see her so submissive, but I shrugged my curiosity aside as I sat down on the end of the bed, glancing towards the bathroom.

"Steven?"

"Mhmm?"

"Could you bring me my beige wedges?" she called, not bothering to poke her head out of the door. "The shoes you picked out don't go well with the skirt."

Figures. "Whatever." Obediently, I stood and walked towards the area in the back corner where she'd lined up all her shoes – she'd brought practically her entire collection, which was incredibly amusing, seeing as we were only going to be here for a few days – and picked out the shoes she'd described. I opened the door and tossed the shoes in before once again taking my spot on the end of the bed. I stood, however, as I heard the doorknob jiggling, and walked over briskly.

"What do you want, Fez?" I asked, opening the door.

"Where's Jackie? Oooh, is she in the shower? May I go look?" Fez asked, his eyes suddenly wide as he attempted to take a step into the room, but was restrained by my arm.

"She'll be out in a minute." With that, I kicked him in the shin, causing him to narrow his eyes and mumble 'Oh, you son of a bitch' as he bent down to rub the offended area. "Kelso – what the hell?"

Kelso was standing up on tip-toe, his face pressed against the door to Donna and Eric's room. "Donna's naked, man." Fez immediately darted towards the door, roughly shoving Kelso out of the way and pressing his face against the peep hole, but recoiled with a horrified look.

"Ai!" he said pathetically, frowning. "So is Eric!"

Jackie came out of the bathroom as soon as I started laughing, and she raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

"Fez saw Eric naked."

"That's what he gets for trying to spy on the lumberjack."

Passing me, she stood in front of the door to the room, and, noticing it was open a little bit, opened it without knocking. "Get some freaking clothes on, Eric!" she shrieked as she shielded her eyes, depositing herself on the end of their bed; Donna was in the bathroom.

"What the hell, Jackie? You can't just come in here!"

"It's not my fault the door was open."

I followed Jackie in and sat next to her, soon followed by rather eager looking Kelso and Fez. "Ooh, where's Donna?" Fez asked, inching towards the bathroom. However, as soon as he reached the door, it swung open to smack him rather hard in the face, sending him back a few steps. "Ai!" he cried, reaching up to touch his face gingerly.

Donna took one look at him and snorted in amusement before stopping abruptly. "Wait, what are you all doing in here?"

"Their cheerleading ring leader led them in here," Eric supplied, looking rather perturbed as he tugged a white and blue shirt over his head.

"Let's just goooo, man!" Kelso said, looking extremely impatient and bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. "I want to get there before all the Mickey Mouse ears are gone," he continued, glancing at me with that grin that made me want to just punch his brains out.

"Ooh, you're right, Michael!" Jackie said excitedly, jumping up and tugging me up with her. "Steven promised he'd wear them."

"What? When did I say that?"

"Last night. You were sleeping and I said 'Are you going to wear the ears, Steven?' And you mumbled a yes!"

Crap. I really needed to learn to not fall asleep until I was positive that Jackie was asleep. "Jacks, that doesn't count," I said slowly as I took a look at her pleading face and turned to the entrance of the room. "Let's just go," I continued quickly, briskly walking through the door and into the hallway. I was trailed by Fez and Kelso, then Jackie – who muttered something about needing to get her purse and darting back into our room – and then Eric and Donna. As soon as Jackie reappeared, Fez and Kelso were off like rockets, almost tripping over a younger kid, causing Jackie and Donna's eyes to widen considerably.

Wrapping an arm around Jackie's shoulders, I glanced her over once, my gaze scrutinizing. "You don't look good. Did you get enough sleep?" It was a little weird to be talking like Mrs. Forman, but I was worried. It stunned me that I could even feel something like worry.

"I'm fine, Steven. Don't worry about me. Let's just have fun!"

"See, I would, but 'fun' for you usually means me having to do something I always regret within the next ten seconds," I pointed out, scowling down at her. Of course, I knew at this point that I wasn't going to put up a fight if she decided to get my picture taken with one of those ridiculous characters that seemed to have no lives but dress up as stupid Disney characters. Or at least, not much of a fight.

An hour and a bad incident with Fez and a bike later, we all stood in front of a shelf containing various stuffed animals and – shit – the dreaded Mickey Mouse ears. I groaned inwardly as Jackie plucked a large Mickey Mouse plush off the shelf, along with a pair of Mickey Mouse ears and a pair of Minnie Mouse ears. "Here, Steven," she said firmly, thrusting the ears at me. "Wear it."

"Jacks, seriously. I'm not wearing those. They're… kid-ish," I protested, pushing them back towards her. Kelso and Fez were snickering, and Eric and Donna were determinedly attempting to not pay attention. "Wait, no, Jackie, don't…" Her lower lip had begun to quiver, and I could see her eyelashes batting furiously as they held back the impending tears. She'd become more snappy and weepy lately, and I wasn't about to have her cry in the middle of a store. "Oh, shit. Give it." Taking a deep breath, I reached out to grab the ears from Jackie's shaking hands just as one of the tears rolled down her cheek. As soon as I did, the shaking and the tears vanished, to be replaced with the usual perkiness.

"See? That's not so bad, is it?" she asked excitedly, dragging me out onto the street. I chose not to respond as she began tugging me towards one of the photographers, clutching my arm tightly. "Alright. Steven, you have to smile or the picture'll look stupid."

I wasn't about to smile, no matter how hard she cried. No way in hell I could possibly smile when I had a pair of cheesy Mickey Mouse ears on my head while she clung to my arm with one arm, and had a Mickey Mouse plush the size of herself gripped in the other arm. I simply scowled at the photographer, who looked rather taken aback, but snapped the picture nonetheless. He handed Jackie a card that instructed her how to pick up the photo, and then he turned on his heel and was gone.

"See? Now, was that so bad?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, well… you just aren't any fun."

"Whatever."

"Oh, don't even start that Zen crap with me. Now, c'mon – Fez and Michael are already heading back towards Cinderella's castle. At least they're enthusiastic about this trip," she said, almost as though she were scolding me. I wasn't about to tell her that the only reason Kelso was going back was because he'd lured this Cinderella into his hotel room; I'd seen her sneak back out of it when I'd gotten up to refill the ice bucket a few hours before anyone else had woken up. She could find out for herself.

As the grip she had on my arm tightened considerably, I glanced down at her – she was rather pale in the face, her breathing a bit faster than usual as her legs momentarily gave way. "Jackie? You okay?" I asked, frowning down at her as she straightened again, momentarily burying her face in Mickey Mouse's head before shrugging.

"Yeah, fine. I just tripped over something is all," she said coolly, her eyes fixed on the castle we were nearing.

I knew she was lying. She'd become a complete expert at lying about her condition, and as I glanced at Kelso and Fez, who had slowed down so they could walk with us, I saw that they were looking at Jackie just as curiously as I was. I could tell they knew something was up – there hadn't been anything for Jackie to trip over.

Then and there, I decided that if Jackie wasn't going to tell them, I was. And if she wasn't going to get any more help than she was already getting, I was going to find more. No way in hell was I going to just let her sit there and suffer. No way in hell.

Author's Note: Here's to a bad chapter, 'eh? Seriously, I think I'm getting more and more ooc with these characters. Thanks for all my reviews - they certainly make me day. Again, feel free to offer ideas, I'm pretty much up for anything.