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Hyde got ready to ask his next question, it was his turn after all. Since Jackie's previous question and a few more before that one, Hyde had realized maybe Jackie did have a few good questions to ask their surrogate mother, and they did help spawn off some new questions from him, so they made another deal. They would go back and forth taking turns asking Kitty one of their questions and were allowed three vetoes. And to be fair, three vetoes were also given to Kitty though they doubted she would use any of them. Who knew how long they'd be able to carry on this plan before Hyde and Jackie would burst into an argument about the questions or someone taking over the other's turn; but so far, so good.

And since Hyde was sure Jackie would handle the questions that dealt with romance, Kitty and Red's life together, and the like, Hyde decided to keep his questions on other topics.

"So between both your parents, who'd you have a closer relationship with?" he asked.

"My father." Kitty quickly replied with a smile on her lips, "Both Paula and I were very close to Daddy. I guess it was because well, I wouldn't say because he was the better parent—which was true, but I would feel right saying it—but I think we were closer to him because he was easier to talk to you. Though to be fair there are only a few people who are harder to talk to than my mother, and on that list includes people like Hitler and Castro."

"We would talk to Daddy first because we knew he wouldn't yell at us. He never yelled…well he did but it was rare and he had the kind of voice that when he raised it you knew you were in deep trouble." She continued on, letting out a light giggle that made Hyde curious to know if she'd ever gotten into deep trouble and heard her father's raised voice directed at her.

Her smile stretched as she thought about her departed father and she spoke again before Hyde could find out the answer to the question in his head, "Daddy was a wonderful man. He could do anything and I remember ever since I was a little girl I'd seen him as a kind of Superman."

"Wasn't he an alcoholic?" Jackie asked frowning in her seat on the sofa.

Kitty's laughter stopped and her face fell, "My father was not an alcoholic."

"I don't know, Mom." Hyde began to say, not one to usually argue about this kind of stuff buy Jackie did bring up a valid point that reminded him of something his friend had once said, "Forman used to describe his grandparents as 'Grandma yells and Granpa drinks."

Releasing a small sigh Kitty shook her head, "Well I guess Eric described them that way because unfortunately that was how they usually acted by the time Eric met and got to know them. But they weren't always like that. Especially not Daddy. Though after all those years of living with my mother…well I think that would be enough to drive anyone to the bottle."

"But when we were growing up he didn't do very much drinking. I think because my mother was the stricter parent, Daddy thought it was his job to be the fun parent who tried to help us understand our mother and made sure we knew we were loved by both of them. And of course he continued to do those things even after he started with his ten A.M. cocktails."

Hyde nodded his head. He was familiar with those ten A.M. cocktails from Edna…well they weren't so much cocktails as cans of cheap beer—but same dif. And Hyde was glad Kitty didn't have to go through any of that as a kid. Deciding to bring her mind back to more pleasant memories of her father, Hyde asked another question.

"So your dad was okay with you marrying Red?"

"Well he never said he was against it." She answered, "And anytime that we saw my parents he and Red would talk and seemed to get along just fine. Which of course made me very happy because I wanted my two favorite men to get along. And I had a feeling they would since they were alike in a lot of different ways."

Jackie wanted to make sure she was understanding this correctly so she asked, "Your dad and Red?"

Kitty nodded, "That's right. I've always thought that that saying about how women tend to marry men who are like their father is true. Now it doesn't mean that the man is going to look exactly like their father and he probably won't act exactly like him either but the way a father treats his daughter, and his wife, his family, that raises the daughter's bars for what she wants in her own husband. My father was a hard working man who provided for his family, he made us laugh and made sure we knew we were loved, everyday…"

"Yeah expect for the hard working and providing for the family, I'm not seeing too many similarities to Red, Mom." Hyde interjected with the comment that made his mother scowl his way.

"Steven, you kids know that you all are loved. Red just shows it in a different way. His own way."

"By yelling?"

"It shows he cares." She said almost too quickly.

"Huh ,if that's the case then I guess we were wrong all those years. Laurie's not Red's favorite, it's Forman." Hyde said with a laugh that Jackie soon joined in on.

Kitty glared at the camera until the chuckling died down and she began to speak again, carrying on with the notion she was trying to make, "But the point is, when I married Red he not only met those bars but went above them too. And he made me happy, still does. And I think that if Daddy ever did have something against Red that's why he never said anything. Because just like we mothers, all fathers want is for their children to be happy."

0o0o0o

Several minutes had passed since Bob Pinciotti's phone call but the scene in the avocado colored kitchen remained the same. Red was back at the basement door, his ear pressed against the glass that was between himself and the wall, still trying to hear the conversation that was happening down in the lower part of the house. Hyde and Jackie were standing infront of the kitchen sink, the drinking glasses still in their hands but they didn't have it in their hearts to go and join Red in the eavesdropping.

Of course, just because they were standing beside each other didn't mean they were talking to each other. In fact, since Hyde's remark about not knowing what they were anymore—excluding Jackie's order to get the phone—they hadn't said a word to each other. They just stood there, awkwardly; not more than a foot away from each other, their gazes on anything but the other. A tense silence filled the room and it soon became too much for one of them.

"Jackie, look…"

"Shh!"

Both heads swung to where the hissing noise had come from and found Red glaring at them before going back to listening in on the basement. Jackie frowned slightly, and so did Hyde, but neither bothered to argue. They knew it wouldn't be worth it. Instead they silently agreed to his order and went back to trying to have a conversation.

Hyde took a breath before starting over, this time using a soft whispering voice, "Jackie, I…"

But that was as far as Hyde got before he was interrupted by the glass door being slid open and two smiling faces joining the room.

"Hey guys." Eric greeted the pair, Donna stepping in right behind him.

Jackie smiled when she saw him. It wasn't just because of the smiling reflex that was starting to form every time she saw him but because she was thankful for the interruptions. She had no idea what Steven was going to tell her but she wasn't sure she was ready to hear any of it.

"Hey." came Hyde's zen greeting.

Truth was he was just as relieved as Jackie. He knew what he was going to say but he wasn't sure if he was ready to actually come out and say it.

Looking at the former lovers Jackie could see that the tension that had been between them earlier was at last resolved and she was glad—for the most part. Keeping her eyes on them she whispered, "Are you guys okay?"

Eric looked at Donna who in turn looked back at him and they shared a smile.

"Yeah." Eric nodded now looking back at Jackie, "We are."

"Good." She said, her voice still soft.

Feeling confused Donna scowled at her friend and the low tone of voice she spoke in. This was Jackie Burkhart standing infront of her, wasn't it? But when had Jackie ever whispered? Donna was a little surprised to find out that the feisty, normally loud, petite woman even knew how to whisper. Sure things had changed and if Jackie and Eric were now some sort of item things about Jackie must have changed; but even falling for Eric Forman couldn't cause Jackie to speak in softer tones…could it?"

She had to find out and so she asked, "Why are you whispering?"

"Cuz you don't wanna know what happens if you don't." Hyde replied for Jackie, his tone sounding similar to Jackie's.

Eric wasn't really listening to the conversation going on between the three. He'd started to but the sight of his father holding a drinking glass up to his ear and leaning close to the entrance of the basement stole his attention. It confused him and had him a bit worried too.

"Um guys…what's wrong with my dad?" he questioned, his whispering tone telling his friends that he was paying more attention to them than they thought, "He looks like Kelso did when we tried to convince him that the furniture in the basement came to life whenever we weren't in there and he tired to catch them in the act."

The story caused each of the group members to smile at the memory.

"He's listening to your sister introduce Lucy to Fez. She wouldn't let him down there." Jackie went on to explain in a whisper to both Eric and Donna.

"Ah. That makes more sense." He said while moving his head up and down, "Less funny but more sense."

Hyde nodded in agreement when a sudden thought entered his mind, "Hey Donna, your dad called, he was pretty emotional and Red was real happy about that." He whispered, smirking as he recalled Red's annoyance. Even if it did force him to listen to a crying Bob it was a pretty good burn overall.

Donna frowned whispering back, "My dad called?"

"Said he's coming in tomorrow."

"He is?" she asked feeling surprised and puzzled, forgetting all about how they needed to whisper.

Though Red didn't say anything—yet—from the corner of his eyes Hyde could see the older man sending a glare their way. Hyde was also getting tired of the whole whisper thing and seeing the nearest exit he went for it. Hyde slid open the sliding door open and then gestured to others to go through. One by one they filed out onto the patio with Hyde going last and shutting the door behind him. It was cold out there, after all it was winter in Wisconsin, but they had more important things to discuss than the weather.

"My dad's coming to town?" Donna asked as soon as they were outside—she sounded not only louder but more confused as well.

Catching Donna's confusion caused a scowl to intent itself onto Hyde's forehead, "He didn't tell you?"

"No. I haven't even talked to him." She replied trying to figure out why her father was coming now and why he hadn't told her before; deciding she could use her friends' help she shared more details with them, "I mean I called him before I left to let him know I was gonna be here but I didn't tell him why."

"Why not?" the younger woman curiously asked.

The blonde shrugged, "Well you guys said you were already making all the phone calls and said we shouldn't go telling a lot of people about what was going on…wait a minute. You guys didn't call my dad? Why wasn't he on the list of first people to call?" her rage building up as she stood up for her father who had been a big part of The Forman's life.

"Nah man, there was no list. It was just you guys and Red and Laurie." Hyde explained calmly, getting Donna to do the same, "We were trying to get the rest of the you here so Mom could see and spend time with you guys."

With a perplexed frown drawn on Jackie's own face she nodded along with her ex's words, "But if you didn't call Bob and we didn't call him either… you think Laurie did it?"

"Either that or Red's got another brother everyone forgot about." Hyde commented, only half joking.

Standing on the sidelines with his arms folded over his chest and a smirk playing on his lips, Eric enjoyed watching his friends try to fit the pieces together. Of course he knew there was something he was going to enjoy a lot more. He gave them a few more seconds, waiting to see if they could come up with the answer all on their own but the only thing that came was silence. It was then that he decided it was time.

"Or perhaps its much more simpler than that, my dear Watsons." He said in his best British, Sherlock Holmes impersonation; their frowns led him to going on with his account, "You see the person who called and informed Mr. Robert Pinciotti about the current situation 'twas I."

Donna frowned at the little bow Eric gave them "You called my dad?"

"You?" Jackie was somewhat shocked.

Hyde smirked, "Man, Red is gonna kill you."

"Exactly." Eric agreed with a proud smile that matched his tone of voice, that is until he realized what his adopted brother said and his smile swiftly dropped and his tone of voice changed, "Wait! No! No, my dad is not gonna kill me. I mean yeah, he's gonna be upset and I'm not gonna come right out and admit to him that it was me that made the call. I'm not that big of a dumbass." He reminded before turning serious, "But I think once Bob gets here and you know…a couple of days after that, Red'll appreciate him being here."

"Yeah and then he'll kill you." Hyde finished for him and both girls couldn't help but nod along.

"No, no." he shook his head trying to figure out a way to get them to understand why he had called Bob and why he thought it was important for him to be here, "Look you're here and you guys are my friends and having you guys here not only means a lot to Mom but it's helped me out a lot too." He confessed and the other three smiled smile or various sizes, Jackie's being the biggest and Hyde's the smallest.

Eric continued on, "And I just figured it might be a good idea if Red had some friends here to help him out. And well…Bob's the closest thing he has to that."

This time all three of them nodded, not only because they agreed what Eric had said about Bob being the closest thing to a friend that Red had but because they understood why Eric had called Bob and approved of the idea. Almost simultaneously the group of four turned their heads to look back into the kitchen at the father figure with his ear still pressed against the glass cup. They had no idea how he was going to take Kitty's death and they weren't looking forward to it but they were each hoping that Eric's idea would work and Bob would be of some help. Whether it be with comfort or distraction.

0o0o0o

"Amy is at home with Kat cuz cuz she gets car sick. And they're friends. So so I only brought Emma, Paige, and Holly. Cuz they're friends. But they're all friends." Lucy repeated the story that she had told her grandparents earlier but this time she was sharing the tale with her father who's lap she was still seated in.

Fez was completely captivated by her ramblings though and he listened with a more than willing ears. He nodded along every so often and his smile seemed to grow with each passing minute. He loved hearing her talk, he loved seeing the excitement in her eyes, he loved learning more about her. He'd only met her a few minutes ago and it had to be no more than an hour since he was given the news that he was a father, but already he loved this little girl. His little girl.

Sitting beside the two was Laurie who was still wearing her faint smile on her lips. She wasn't paying much attention to what her daughter was saying—she'd been there when the story took place and had heard it at least twice on the car ride over her—instead her attention focused on what her eyes could see. The interaction between Lucy and Fez, the way Lucy was so comfortable with Fez, the look of adoration and happiness in Fez's eyes; she really was feeling some remorse for not telling Fez about Lucy sooner for the benefit of both of them. However, she did remind herself that if she had told Fez sooner then the beautiful scene happening before her wouldn't be taking place at all.

Not everybody thought the scene was too beautiful though, they didn't seemed to find it all that entertaining either.

The Kelso Family were farther off to the side of the sitting area. Kelso was in the lawn chair with his own daughter perched on his lap, while Brooke stood behind them watching the scene and appearing to be the only Kelso that was moved by the sight.

"And then Granma said that Granpa is gonna take me to the store and and and get me a new doll!" Lucy excitedly shared with a large smile.

Laurie stayed smiling but couldn't help but roll her eyes at how, even while ill, her mother was trying to spoil her granddaughter. Meanwhile Lucy's father just found more joy in her happiness.

"Really? That sounds very exciting!" he said and she eagerly nodded her head up and down, "So you like candy, ponies, dollies, and the color pink. What else do you like?"

The little girl pondered the question before giving a nervous reply, "Um…candy."

"Candy is on your list twice?" Fez asked as his grin doubled in size, "That's my girl!"

Lucy broke out into giggles at the proud tone her father spoke in before wrapping his arms around in a tight hug. She once again began to feel more comfortable with him and so decided to share more about herself.

"Dancing." She said in a small voice.

Her tone had been so light Fez wasn't sure he had heard her. He gently pulled away from the close embrace and looked at her with a curious frown, "Dancing? You…you like dancing?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Will you dance for us and show us some of your moves?" he asked not being able to help how thrilled he sounded.

Hearing this request caused the smile on Lucy's face to fall and her brown eyes filled wide with fear. Fez instantly saw this but luckily he did not have another panic attack like the one he'd had before Laurie and Lucy came down. Having his daughter in his arms made him much calmer than he ever would have imagined. And so instead of going into an alarming state he tried to fix his mistake.

"It's okay, it's okay." He tried to soothe her worries, "You do not have to dance if you do not want to." He assured and felt her relax again; he smiled, "I like to dance too. And I have some pretty good moves myself."

Then for the first time since Lucy had climbed onto his lap, Fez removed his hands from her so that he could place his right one on his hip and raise his left one in the air—one finger pointing up—striking the famous disco pose. The move made Lucy laugh and clap her hands in amusement.

Lucy wasn't the only one who found the little dance amusing, Brooke too found herself smiling as she looked on and thought about some of the foreigner's famous dance moves. He did have some twinkle toes and she usually had fun when ever they shared a few fun dances. Michael wasn't a bad dancer either but he was no Fez. He didn't have twinkle toes but he didn't have two left feet either he just…well he liked to do his own thing and sometimes that was bit hard to keep up with let alone follow.

Suddenly Brooke's thought were interrupted by a child-like whine coming from the lawn chair.

"This is boring!"

The librarian looked down at her family in the chair. Her eyes were big but not filled with anger, she was feeling more surprised and hoped that the statement had gone unheard by the other family in the room.

"Michael!" she scolded.

"What?" he asked innocently, "It wasn't me."

Brooke stared at him, unimpressed, "Yes, it was."

"Fine!" Kelso agreed, not putting up much of a fight. Though he did have quite a show, stomping his foot and crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat; there was also the fact that the tone he agreed in sounded more like a child being forced to agree on something rather than adult who had admitted to something he'd done. "But I'm not the only one who thinks so, right Betsy?"

With her elbow propped up on the arm of the lawn chair and her cheek pressed against her balled up first, the youngest Kelso nodded her head in a very bored manner.

Kelso unfolded one arm to gesture at his daughter, "See!"

Brooke didn't see the point he was trying to make and shook her head as she spoke in her mothering tone, "Well then you should have listened to me earlier when I told you to go upstairs and watch cartoons there."

"But we didn't wanna go then." Kelso muttered back.

Being the more sensible one, Betsy lifted her head and looked up at her mother, "Can we go now, Mommy?"

"Um…" Brooke said not sure of what to say; her first thought was to give them the okay so Fez could have this private time with his daughter but with Red listening in at the door, if he still was, it might not be the greatest idea, "I don't think that would be the best idea right now, honey."

"Aw man!" came the disappointed cry.

"Can we watch cartoons here, Mommy?"

The word cartoons perked up Lucy's ears, reminding her of something else she liked. She looked at her dad and smiled, "I like cartoons."

"You do?" he asked and though he shouldn't have been very surprised, after all what child didn't love cartoons, he'd reacted as if he'd just been told that there was a real Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory that looked just like the one in the movie.

"Which is your favorite cartoon? Is it Bugs Bunny? Eh…What's up, Doc?" Fez pretend to hold a carrot as he gave his best Bugs Bunny impersonation, "Or Donald Duck? Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" he imitated the Disney character, "Or my personal favorite, Scooby Dooby Doo!"

Both young girls enjoyed the show that Fez put on; they laughed and happily applauded. Hoping he'd do more. Even the older girls were impressed by the impersonations. One of the spectators, however, didn't find the performance all that grand.

"What? That's not Scooby Doo. This is Scooby Doo." Kelso cleared his throat before doing his best to copy the famous canine's voice, "Scooby Dooby Doo!"

Kelso's imitation was good though appeared weak when compared to Fez's.

"That is not Scooby Doo!" Fez argued, "That is Scrappy."

His opponent's mouth dropped open, "Ah! No way! That's not Scrappy that's totally Scooby!"

Fez shook his head, firm on his argument, "No. that is The annoying, wanna be second banana, Scrappy."

"But I'm Scooby!" Kelso stated.

Fez glared at his friend, "No , I am Scooby. You are Shaggy."

Very slowly, the deep scowl on Kelso's face stared to fade and became replaced with a weak smile. He looked over at his best friend and shrugged almost bashfully.

"Actually that does kinda fit." He admitted nodding his head slightly.

The two men then shared a small understanding smile and suddenly their fight was over just like that. Enjoying this topic of cartoon characters, Kelso lifted Betsy and carried her over to the sofa so that the two of them could sit next to Lucy and Fez. Seating himself in the empty spot right beside Fez, Kelso placed Betsy back on his lap and picked up the conversation.

"Okay girls, check this out who am I?" his tone was full of excitement as he asked his question; he cleared his throat again, "I'm strong to the finish, cause I eat me spinach, I'm Popeye the sailor man! Toot Toot!"

Again the girls giggled with delight and while Kelso waited for their guess, he hadn't realized he'd given away the answer already, Fez shook his head disappointedly.

"Popeye, Kelso? Really?"

"Man, they were supposed to guess!" Kelso replied not catching his friends apathetic tone right away, though when he did he quickly jumped in to defend the sailor hero, "What's wrong with Popeye?"

"He is a one eyed sailor with balloon shaped arms!" Fez declared.

"Oh yeah? Oh yeah?" Kelso said, shaking in his seat as he got ready to deliver this line, "Well Scooby Doo isn't a dog, he's a scaredy cat!"

A loud gasp came from Fez's mouth before he pulled himself back together and shouted back, "Popeye eats vegetables!"

And in that next instant another one of Kelso and Fez's useless little debates started. This time it was over who was the better cartoon and they weren't stopping with just Scooby and Popeye. They threw in points about various other famous cartoon characters while talking over each other and occasionally doing their impersonation of the toon. And then having arguments about who's impersonation was better. Now any other kids who would have gotten caught in an argument between their fathers—literally too—would have been frightened or nervous but both Lucy and Betsy were laughing enjoying themselves as the watched the production.

The moms on the other hand, didn't seemed all too thrilled with the little fight but they didn't appear too upset either. Brooke clasped her hands together and watched the familiar scene on the couch as Laurie stood up off the couch and walked over to where Brooke was, joining her in overseeing the argument.

She crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed, "Can you believe these guys are the fathers of our kids?"

"Yeah," Brooke agreed with a light laugh, still watching the view, "They're pretty great aren't they?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Laurie remarked with a shrug of her shoulders, though truth was, she couldn't agree more.

"You know, as strange as it may seem for these man-children to have their own children it's really not all that weird." The taller woman mused out loud, grabbing Laurie's attention right away, "I mean Michael loves Betsy and Fez has always been so good with her too. I guess since they're big kids themselves they're able to understand the kids better. Fez really does seem to be doing good with Lucy and she's seems to be doing really well with him too."

Grinning Laurie turned to Brooke for a moment, "Right?" she shook her head and went back to watching her daughter and Fez, "I mean I was nervous about how she was gonna react because she usually isn't too good with strangers. But I guess meeting a bunch of new people these past two days helped. Well either that or she and Fez instantly created some magical bond thing." She ended with a laugh.

"Well I actually think it could be either of the two. Fathers and daughters really do have a special kind of bond." Brooke commented before elaborating some more, "I see it all the time with Michael and Betsy. Even though both of us will do anything we can to give her the best life possible, we take care of very different things concerning Betsy."

"I get the boring stuff like making sure she's fed, brushes her teeth, and does her homework; Michael on the other hand, well his biggest concerns are doing things that will make her laugh." She continued, signaling towards the couch and at the giggling children. "Trying to make sure she's happy and doing whatever he has to to protect her from whatever he thinks she needs protection from. The relationship between a father and daughter can be kind of magical."

Brooke's words hit Laurie and she had a sudden realization. But it had nothing to do with Lucy or Fez.

"Uh yeah." She said her voice suddenly going soft, "I'll um… I'll be right back."

Not even waiting for a response from Brooke, Laurie turned herself around and headed up the basement staircase.

She had been expecting to find her father with his ear leaning against the wall near the basement when she opened the door. She even thought there was a possibility that when she opened the basement door he'd come tumbling over. But neither one of those things happened. When Laurie pulled open the door, Red was nowhere near it.

Instead she found him standing in the middle of the empty kitchen—he must have stopped listening not too long ago, since the drinking glass was still in his hands. He appeared lost in his thoughts as he looked around the room; Laurie wondered if he was thinking about her mother and how the room wasn't the same without her in it. That was the thought she had every time she stepped in it now. However, she didn't wonder too long about what he was thinking and even threw out all of her own thoughts from her head as she wordlessly walked up behind her father and threw her arms around his waist as she hugged him tightly.

Her actions caught Red off guard and he had to double take when he saw the figure hugging his side was a young blonde woman. He couldn't see her face since it was buried in his chest but he knew exactly who it was.

"Laurie? What're you doing up here?" he asked with concern until a thought popped into his mind and he filled with anger, "Damn it! What did Alibaba do now?"

Keeping her arms in place, Laurie moved her head so that she could rest her cheek against her father, "Nothing, Daddy. He didn't do anything. Everything's fine."

"It is?" he asked and though he didn't get a verbal reply he felt her move her head up and down, "Is something else wrong?"

This time she shook her head, the material of his shirt rubbing against the side of her face.

"You sure?" he questioned and when she nodded again he felt a feeling of relief and was able to enjoy the hug from his daughter; he put his own arms around her and couldn't help but ask, "What brought this on then?"

Laurie looked up at him, "I just love you, Daddy."

Red gave a slight frown when he heard her words. He knew that, she didn't have to tell him; though when he thought about it, it was kinda nice to hear.

"I love you too, kitten." He said as he pulled her closer to him.

"And thank you." She added.

Now Red was really confused, but again didn't comment on it, "You're welcome." He said not quite sure of what she was thanking him for.

They stayed hugging for a little while longer until Laurie realized she really needed to go back down there in case Lucy started to freak out; though she didn't think it was very likely, why take the chance? Father and daughter shared a smile before Laurie started to head back down stairs. Red silently watched her leave until he thought of a question that he had to know the answer to.

"Does that mean I can go down there now?" he called after her.

Author's Note: And that would be Chapter 50 of "Two Weeks" Hope you liked!

Will Bob's visit help Red? How will Kitty react to Bob coming to town? Are Donna and Eric really okay? Will Jackie and Hyde ever be okay? What was Hyde going to tell Jackie? Is Red now allowed to go down in the basement? And who is the best cartoon character? Confused? You won't be after the next chapter of "Two Weeks"

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