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Author's Note: Hello All! Happy…eh never mind. So sorry for not posting yesterday, things were really hectic over here, I mean really hectic. I know Monday's are usually hectic, but this Monday was really really really really hectic. Please forgive my tardiness! Thanks for the reviews you guys, esp Marla and harmonious, who reviewed my last chapter. This chapter is not as long, no worries. Um quick little notes as always. First off I am not a doctor nor am I planning to be one. Though I am think about getting into the medical field…Second note, though I know I just posted late this week I may be posting late again next week. I'm not sure. I have to go out of town this weekend and we're not sure if we're coming back Sunday or Monday. But if I can I finish the next chapter, get reviews, and find out we're coming back on Monday I will try to post before I leave. If not it's either be late Monday or early Tuesday. Ok that's enough with the notes, on with the reading. Enjoy!

"And that's when I decided that nursing was for me." Kitty said to the camera with a smile.

"Huh, didn't know that." Hyde said, "Ok um how about…"

"Kitty." Red's voice was heard from the kitchen, "Your dumbass son is on the phone."

Though the camera was shooting the side of Kitty's face, as she looked over at the kitchen door, her excitement could easily be seen.

"Eric?"

"The dumbass." Red repeated.

Kitty waved her hand towards the door before quickly reaching over to the phone on the side table. She smiled and began talking into the telephone, forgetting all about the camera that was still filming.

"Eric, honey, is that you?" she asked and there was a pause before her smile grew, "Oh it is so good to hear your voice! How are you sweetie? Are you eating enough? Are you drinking milk? I know you're not a baby anymore but you're still a growing boy."

Hyde left the camera on, take the chance to film the rare scene. There were a lot of 'Uh huhs' from Kitty and some 'That's nice.' All the while her smile never left her face.

"Hey dumbass number two." Red called out and Hyde moved the camera away from Kitty to find Red back in his chair, "Turn that damn thing off."

"It is off."

Red raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "Oh? Then what's with the red light?"

"It's the off light." Hyde replied unconvincingly.

The camera caught footage of Red rolling his eyes before swinging back to Kitty.

"Ok honey, well thanks for calling. I love you. Bye. "she then placed the receiver back on its base and turned her attention back to the running camera. She smiled a small smile hoping to hide the shine in her eyes, "He's a very busy boy."

~*~

Eric lay in Jackie's bed covered by the cozy comforter from head to toe, fast asleep. He'd had a rough night after his run in with Hyde. He'd felt bad about what he'd said but he couldn't go talk to him about it. He was too young to die.

It was a good thing he wasn't in Seattle and didn't have a class to teach. His plans for today consisted of staying in this bed and figuring out just how he was going to face his parents. Actually that plan would probably take a long while to figure out, but that was ok, Jackie's bed was really comfortable.

In the real world he let out a loud snore, but in his dreams he was Luke Skywalker fighting off stormtroopers. He was close to defeating them all, only two were left standing when suddenly…

"Gonna use my arms, gonna use my legs, gonna style, gonna use my side step, gonna use my fingers, gonna use my my imagination."

Eric's eyes flew open. He didn't remember that in Star Wars. Listening more closely to the voice, he tried to identify its owner. It wasn't exactly Chrissie Hynde but then again it sounded better than Lucy Ricardo's singing. Ever so carefully, he pulled the blanket down so his eyes could take a peak at the singer. The sight that greeted him wasn't exactly what he was expecting.

The star singer was the owner of the room, Jackie Burkhart. Of course, Eric was surprised that Jackie was singing, that she could sing. But what really caught him off guard was that Jackie, singing Jackie, had her back to him giving him a good view of her backside that was topples except for a black bra.

"I'm special, so special, I gotta have some of your attention give it to me!" she continued to sing oblivious to the fact that she had an audience audience.

Eric's wide eyes watched Jackie's jean covered hips swing back and forth as she sang. He didn't know why he couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene; well tear them away without moving them up higher to the tiny piece of material. This was Jackie. Jackie Burkhart. Jackie Burkhart the devil!

With Eric's eyes still on her, Jackie went on with her singing and dancing while she got herself dressed for the day. As she pulled her navy blue blouse down over her head, she turned herself around to head to her vanity.

Thinking quickly, Eric pulled the blanket over his head. He didn't want her thinking he was watching her. Well he had been watching her but not in that way. Not really…not…not like Fez.

He held his breath and hoped that she hadn't seen him. He closed his eyes, so that if she had seen him and decided to pull the covers off of him, he could pretend to be asleep. However, whenever he closed his eyes he was greeted by the sight of Jackie in only her pants and bra. Quickly he reopened his eyes, but then he remembered he had to pretend he was asleep or he would be in trouble. Eric closed his eyes again only to find that there was trouble there too.

For several seconds Eric switched from closed eyes to opened eyes and then opened eyes to closed eyes; that is until he felt someone kick the side of the bed.

"Get up, faker."

Clearly surprised, Eric uncovered his face and saw Jackie standing beside the bed, her arms crossed and a frown on her face. Oh no, she knew.

"Um…how…how did you know I was faking?" Eric asked in a nervous high pitched tone.

Slowly a smile creped onto her face, "I didn't until now."

Eric's face dropped, he walked right into that. At least she hadn't said anything about him being a Peeping Tom.

"Come on, get up." Jackie ordered, still smiling from Eric's reaction, "I need to make my bed."

"Yeah, ok." Eric reluctantly agreed and began climbing out of the bed, "What time is it anyways?"

Jackie looked down at her watch, "Almost nine."

"What?!" he screeched out in shock, "That means it's only like seven in Seattle. No way, I'm not waking up yet. Good night."

Jackie watched as Eric, a now fully grown young man, acted like a child being woken up to go to school. One minute he was up on his feet in his pajamas, the next he was snug deep into the sheets.

"Eric, you're not in Seattle anymore." Jackie reminded with a roll of her eyes, "You're in Point Place."

"You don't have to remind me." He muttered from his cocoon.

Jackie sighed, "Come on, you were already awake before."

"Yeah," Eric answered as he uncovered his face and looked straight at Jackie, "because I was woken up by Edith Bunker's singing."

Jackie's jaw dropped as her expression showed hurt before turning angry; meanwhile Eric had just realized what he'd said. Oops.

A now frowning Jackie walked closer to the bed and Eric became frightened. He'd seen Angry Jackie and Angry Jackie was worse than Regular Jackie—which was still pretty bad. Angry Jackie kicked. Hard.

Hurriedly Eric jumped up and off of the bed, being sure to land on the opposite side of where Jackie was standing.

"I'm sorry! I'm up! I'm up!" he announced, trying to protect himself, "Please don't kick me!"

"Good." Jackie answered, her smile now back on her lips, "Now get dressed, I don't want your mom thinking all you wear is dumb superhero shirts."

Eric looked down at the faded blue t-shirt with Captain America's shield on it; he didn't see anything wrong with it. Then he grasped what Jackie had just said. He looked up and found her fixing the sheets over her mattress.

"Wait, my mom?"

"Yeah, you know the woman who gave birth to you?" she said before turning her head to look at him, "You're gonna see her."

Eric gulped, "Today?"

"No, three days from now." Jackie answered sarcastically, "God, you're dumb in the morning."

"And you're just a peach." Came Eric's reply in a very similar tone.

Jackie sighed as she placed the last pillow in its place, "I'm sorry."

'Did she just apologize?' Eric frowned as he watched Jackie sit down on the now made bed. Cautiously he walked over and took a seat beside her. He sat quietly, deciding to wait and see if she was going to say anything else.

"I just had kind of a hard night." Jackie explained as she shook her head a bit, "Mom got sick last night…"

"Yeah, I know." Eric nodded and Jackie frowned.

"You know?"

"Well I heard…"

Now she glaring at him, "You heard and you didn't help?"

"No... I mean I wanted to. I did! I even went out into the hallway." He tried to make himself sound better, "But then…I…I ran into Hyde."

"Oh." Jackie said, now fully understanding.

"Yeah, he's pretty scary at four in the morning."

"He's pretty scary throughout the day." Jackie joked and Eric smiled, "But he'll come around. Just give him some time."

Eric sighed, "Yeah I know. And with my luck, by the time Hyde starts to forgive me I'll have to deal with Red."

"That's what you get for being Eric Forman." Jackie replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Yup. See that's why I think it would be cool to be Spiderman, I wouldn't have to be Eric Forman." He paused, "Well that and I'd have spidey senses."

Jackie laughed and shook her head and Eric smiled. He hadn't realized what a great sound her laugh was.

"Alright, I think you've stalled enough." She told Eric as she stood up, "It's time to get dressed so you can see your mom."

"Jackie…" Eric began to protest.

"Relax. I know you're not looking forward to this, because you don't know what you're gonna say to her." Jackie interrupted him, "But you'll have plenty of time to think about it over breakfast."

"Wow, it's been forever since I had a homemade breakfast." He shared, "What's Brooke making?"

Jackie stopped walking to the bedroom door and turned herself back around, "You know Brooke isn't the only one who can cook in this house."

"Well yeah I know that, I just figured with Mom being…oh no." Eric said and his face fell as he figured out who she was talking about, "You…you made breakfast?"

Jackie happily smiled back, "Yes I did."

"Yeah, I'm going back to bed."

Before Jackie knew it, Eric was back in her bed messing it up all over again. He got under the covers and threw it over his head once again. Jackie glared at him as she marched herself over to him, not sure of what she was more mad at him for—insulting her cooking or messing up her bed. Whatever it was had her fuming and she was not going to let him get away with it.

"That's it, Forman!" she said through clenched teeth as she reached down.

"Hey!" Eric exclaimed.

Jackie had pulled the comforter off of Eric, once again.

"Get up!"

"No!" Eric shouted back as he reached up and grabbed the blanket out of Jackie's hands and recovered himself.

Jackie reached down again and grabbed the blanket, only this time Eric kept hold of the sheet. "Get out of my bed!"

"Make me!" Eric replied as he sat up a bit to get a better grip on the cover.

Jackie fought back by holding on tighter and trying to back herself up, "That's what I'm trying to do! Now get up!"

"No!" Eric argued before using all his strength to pull the covers back to him.

He was successful in getting the sheet back over him only thing was, a tiny brunette was still attached to it. Eric had pulled the sheet so hard that when it came back to rest on top of him Jackie came with it; making her land right on top of him, her face inches away from his.

Neither one of them knew what to do. Neither one of them moved. Instead they both just lay there looking into the other's eyes, seeing the surprise that was there.

"Whatcha you doing?"

The eye contact was broken as the two of them turned their heads to the right side of where they were. There they saw Betsy Kelso standing and smiling away as she clutched the new doll Kitty had given her yesterday.

Jackie quickly jumped off of the once scrawny boy and onto her feet. Of course nothing had happened but Betsy was only six and a Kelso, there was no telling what she could tell the others.

"Um nothing. Nothing sweetie." She reassured the little girl, "I was just trying to wake up your sleepy Uncle Eric here."

Eric smiled and waved at the little girl.

"Ooohhh." Betsy nodded, "Whenever I don't wake up, Daddy carries me to the table to eat my Froot Loops."

"You know Betsy, I think that's a good idea." She smiled at the little girl before looking over at Eric, "Let's go tell your daddy to come get Uncle Eric."

Eric's eyes became wide. He didn't want Kelso carrying him downstairs. He didn't want Kelso touching him at all.

"No, no that's ok!" he called out as he hopped out of bed, "I'm up!"

Jackie smirked and then looked down at Betsy, "Come on Betsy, let's let Uncle Eric get dressed."

"Okay." Betsy agreed as she skipped her way to the door.

Eric watched the two of them get ready to leave. A feeling of relief came over him. He could finally go back to having some peace in quiet, heck he might even be able to go back to sleep for a few minutes too.

Jackie looked back at Eric and noticed the smile on his face and the far away look in his eyes. She didn't like that look.

"Hey Bets, remember that song we were singing yesterday?" she asked and the little girl nodded, "You wanna sing it again?"

"Yeah!"

"Cause I'm gonna make you see there's nobody else here, no one like me." The two girls sang as they both dance out of the room, Betsy leading the way. "I'm special so special I gotta have some of your attention give it to me."

Eric held back a laugh as he watched them exit. Just as the Jackie got ready to close the wooden door, Eric was about to release a loud chuckle but stopped the instant Jackie reopened the door and looked over at him.

"By the way Eric, you are special." She called out to him and he had to smile. Jackie smiled back and tilted her head before finishing, "Ed."

~*~

After taking about twenty minutes to get showered and dressed, Eric found himself walking into his mother's kitchen.

It was strange walking into the room, that looked exactly as it did years ago, and not seeing his mother standing behind the stove cooking up something delicious. There was a sting in his heart, as he realized all those mouth-watering meals would soon just be memories.

He tried to ignore the pain and concentrate on his friends who filled the room, each of them doing their own thing.

Donna and Randy were sitting at the round table talking to each other about something Eric really wasn't interested in hearing. Brooke sat across from them with Betsy on her lap as she tried to explain to her that they weren't having Froot Loops today. In the middle of the table sat Fez and Kelso as they had one of their infamous arguments.

"How can you say pirates are better than ninjas?!" Kelso asked, his voice getting louder with each word.

"Like this," Fez cleared his throat, "pirates are better than ninjas!"

"Na ah!"

"Ya- ha!"

"Come on you guys, not this again." Eric said joining the conversation, "This is an argument that will never be solved. Just like the 'Who's hotter Samantha or Jeanie Argument.'"

"Samantha!" Fez exclaimed.

"Jeanie!" Kelso shouted at the same time.

As his friends went into the thousandth round of this fight, Eric had to smile. He was glad that at least some things never changed.

He saw Jackie standing by the flowered coffee pot, pouring the hot liquid into two cups. He walked over to her and frowned.

"I thought you said you made breakfast?"

"It's coming." Jackie reassured with a smile before offering him one of the yellow mugs.

Eric gratefully accepted it. While he started to finish preparing his coffee, adding some cream and just a bit of sugar, the glass door slid open and Hyde walked inside with two medium sized white paper bags in his hands.

"Here's breakfast." He announced in his Zen fashion, as he placed the bags on the table, "Get it's while it's hot."

Eric watched as the group practically attacked the McDonalds takeout bags. They reached in coming out with boxes of pancakes and handfuls of hash browns. He frowned and looked at Jackie who was still standing beside him.

"You made breakfast?"

"Made, bought." She shrugged, "Same diff."

A few minutes later, everyone was situated with their choice of breakfast on their paper plates. Hyde had joined the group at the table, taking the last free chair. This wasn't a problem for Eric, he wasn't exactly comfortable sitting with everyone just yet, he was happy sitting by himself on the barstool. He didn't however, expect Jackie to take the seat next to him.

The gang ate in silence, until Jackie—not surprisingly—spoke up.

"So what's everyone doing today?" she asked looking up from the pancake she was cutting.

One by one they all turned their heads to look at her, giving her their own 'Are you seriously asking that?' expression. Jackie frowned back at them, not seeing the big deal.

"What?"

"Jackie, we came to see Mrs. Forman." Donna stated, not sure why she was repeating this.

"Yeah, and you guys saw her." Jackie replied, "You guys didn't really think you were gonna be visiting with her all day, did you?"

She took the silence as a 'yes.'

"You guys, she needs to rest; to get some sleep. You can't be up there the whole day." She said with a shake of her head, "Besides, Mom doesn't want you guys hanging around the house all day, doing nothing. I don't want you guys hanging around here all day."

Jackie's words did little to erase the looks that had been given. She sighed and decided to give it another shot.

"If you don't wanna do it for me, which should be reason enough, do it for her."

Donna looked over at her fiancé, "Well I guess we could go to The Hub."

"Yeah, I'll finally get to see the place." Randy nodded, "And it'll only be for a little bit."

Jackie smiled and nodded. Two down, five left to go. And she knew the perfect way to get rid of four of them.

"Hey Brooke, why don't you guys head over to Funland? I'm sure Betsy would love it."

Betsy's face lit up as did her father's and Uncle Fez's. Brooke however paid no attention to the three and shook her head.

"No I don't think so, Jackie." she smiled at looked down at her daughter, "Betsy's already gonna miss a couple of days from school, she's having enough fun."

"Ok." Jackie nodded, "But what about those two?" she asked pointing at Kelso and Fez.

Brooke turned her head to her right, expecting to find both grown men acting like children, to her surprise it was only Fez. That was because her husband had made his way to her left side. Both men were down on their knees, their hands laced together, and their eyes in full sad puppy dog mode.

"Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!" the two begged, getting louder and whiner with each 'Please!'

"Fine." Brooke sighed, trying her best not to smile.

"Yes!" three voice cheered out.

"But Michael, you have to stay with us the whole time." Brooke went on, "I don't want you getting lost."

"Yeah, yeah." Kelso answered as he waved his hand at his wife and kept his attention towards Fez, "Man Fez, this is gonna be so great!"

"Yes, Funland is full of fun!" Fez agreed with a large smile on his face, "That must be why they call it Funland!"

"Hey yeah!" Kelso agreed.

"I bet you I can eat more funnel cakes than you can, before throwing up." Fez challenged.

Kelso grinned, "Oh you are so on, Little Buddy!"

"Me too! Me too!" Betsy cheered from her mother's lap.

Brooke looked over at Jackie and shot her a look that said, in a sarcastic way, 'thanks a lot.' Jackie smiled in return before looking over at the remaining person who she needed to get out of the house. He was going to be the hardest, and he was the one she really needed to get rid of.

"Steven," she called out, "what are your plans for the day?"

"What do you mean, 'what are my plans for the day?'" Hyde asked gruffly, from behind his shades, "The same thing I've been doing these past few days: taking care of Mom and trying to get a hold of Red and The Earth Mother Whore."

Jackie frowned softly, "What about Grooves?"

"What about it?" Hyde asked turning his attention back to the breakfast he'd barely touched.

"Steven, you haven't been there in almost a week."

"Yeah so?" he shrugged, "It's my store."

Jackie shook her head slightly, "It's W.B.'s."

"Look Jackie, W.B. already knows Mom's been sick." Hyde explained, "I'll just let him know what's going on and that'll be the end of it. I'll call him when I make the other phone calls I need to make."

"Eric and I can handle making those phone calls."

Clearly frustrated, Hyde dropped his plastic fork onto the table and looked at Jackie.

"I know you can handle making the calls, Jackie. But I don't want you to." Hyde firmly told her, "I'm not needed at the store, not like I'm needed here. And unlike some people when I'm needed somewhere, I'm there."

Eric looked down at his plate; he knew perfectly well that those words were directed at him. He kept his head down, waiting until he heard his kettle head friend yell out the word 'Burn!' But it never came. Frowning slightly he looked up to see that Hyde had left the room.

He looked around at the silent, remaining occupants. Randy and Donna were exchanging looks while Fez mindlessly dunked his pancake into the pool of syrup and Kelso smashed his hash browns with a fork; Brooke kept her attention on Betsy hair as Betsy played with her doll. Jackie simply sat in her seat next to Eric, with a disappointed look on her face.

"You know, I don't think you guys have to go to Funland after all." Eric said out loud, "Because I have a feeling this place, is gonna be a barrel of fun."

Author's Note: There you go Chapter 5 of "Two Weeks" Hope you liked!

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