A/N: Yeah, it's a shortie but needs to be that way to get the timelines together - you'll understand why...later.

Chapter 02 – What's Wrong with You People?

T7S

The commotion in the bathroom woke the entire second floor. Kitty tried to sit up but the tub nozzle was poking in her ribs and the headache nearly had her in tears. Suddenly Red's frame was filling the doorway frowning at what he saw. "Are you okay?"

Kitty rolled her eyes, "Really...do I look okay? No Red, I'm NOT okay. I hurt myself and I can't get out of the damn bathtub…so do I look okay?"

"Uh….no honey, you don't. Let me give you a hand." He stepped forward reaching out a hand to give his wife a tug when she shrieked. "Stop! You are just going to kill me. Go get Steven and get Eric while you're at it. I need help."

Knowing this was partially her fault, Jackie was wringing her hands, "Mrs. Forman, do you want me to call an ambulance?"

Eric's bedroom door opened with a loud bang and it seemed as though Kelso had leapfrogged over the younger Forman.

"Red! Dude..what happened?" Kelso strained his neck to see what was happening while Fez followed behind Eric to peer into the bathroom.

"Fez…honey…why are you wearing my skirt?" Kitty asked in an exasperated voice.

Eric turned to see his brown friend turn a slight shade of red. "Uh….I woke up like this?" He tugged at the skirt.

Red glared and pointed a finger at the group. "If you are not a member of this family, my foot suggests you get your ass out of this bathroom. NOW!"

Jackie tried her prettiest pout. "Me too Mr. Forman?"

He lifted a brow. "What is your last name Jackie?"

"Burkhart" she replied and then in a smaller voice added, "...oh that means me too..." Twirling on her heel, she quietly followed the others down the stairs.

-o-

Bob was nursing his hangover with a Bloody Mary when shrill sounds of an ambulance stopped in his neighbor's driveway. His first thought was that Red had another heart attack, but Red looked okie-dokie-smokie last night! Filling the rubber hot water bottle with more ice, he plugged the rubber and sauntered out the back door in his mock Hugh Hefner smoking robe. The bag nearly fell off Bob's head. That wasn't Red kicking and fighting on the stretcher!

That was Kitty!

"I can drive!" Kitty protested weakly.

Eric was holding his mother's hand, "Mom, we can't get you in the car. Dad and I will meet you at the hospital. Let the ambulance take you okay?" Hyde popped his head over Eric's shoulder, "I'll take good care of the house Mrs. Forman."

She smiled, "Steven, you are such a good boy. Now don't let that Michael Kelso eat all the food in the refrigerator and tell Fez to stay out of my closet." She winced as the stretcher bumped and retracted the wheels so Kitty could be slid into the back of the emergency vehicle.

The last thing Hyde heard before the ambulance drove off was, "Steven get rid of that mustache!"

-o-

Two Weeks Earlier

Tatiana was packing her spirit boards and divination tools into the ancient hope chest that had been passed down to her from bunica, (her maternal grandmother.) She carefully wrapped her quartz ball in black velvet and settled it next to the pewter scrying mirror. On top of the working tools, she gently laid her satin slippers and the worn pack of Tarot cards. Once she was certain that nothing could be broken or jiggled, Tatiana filled the chest with the remainder of her clothes and delicate scarves. HE had told them to get ready quickly and Tatiana was not a woman that did anything faster than necessary.

A succession of rapping at the door interrupted her thoughts and she unlocked the latch. "What is it this time Jack?" she sighed.

He grinned, "Ana, I'm towing your caravan. Ride with me will ya?"

She closed her eyes. Jack was the most belligerent teenager she ever had the displeasure to meet but he was an important to the king and therefore important to her. "Yes Jack, I'll ride with you but let me finish securing my trailer."

He dared to put a booted foot on the top rung of her steps. "Can I get a drink of water?"

She shook her head sadly, "I need to fill my bottles before we leave. Ask one of the other Travelers if they have a spare."

"But….but Ana….you always have extra for…."

Tatiana's stern glare stopped Jack from putting his booted foot in his mouth. He did not want to piss off a woman who could curse him without words! Backing away with his hands in the air he added, "I'll be in the truck….warming it up for you!"

-o-

The fires were quenched and the group worked quietly to pick up the trash and leave the campground as nearly spotless as possible. The last thing HE needed was another ticket for loitering. Their money supply was running low and if they couldn't get a couple of guys to run a few cons….well, it was back to begging.

Serena was folding her colorful tent and smiled. "I'm riding in the back of Larry's truck. He's got hay and blankets for me." She scratched the whiskers under her chin and HE grinned. "That's my girl, always positive. You are almost my main attraction. Are you sure you don't want to marry me?"

Serena giggled, her long silky black hair swinging, "Oh you silly….our kids would be too hairy! Besides, part of the attraction is that I'm single! Married guys tip good."

HE didn't want to mention that married men were damn glad their wives didn't have a face like Serena – sure she had a nice rack and did taxes for the camp but whew! Only a sucker would actually marry that hairy woman! Laughing to himself, HE carried on down the rows of campers and tents to make sure every member was doing their fair share.

Tatiana stood in her doorway and wrapped the hooded cowl tight around her shoulders. She saw her adopted family scurrying here and there in preparations to go to the pointed place that was so important. Many of the curious children stopped and waved and she felt that idol worship she hated so much. And then there were the greasy con men that weaved in and out of the camp trying to take whatever they could steal from the camp people. What bothered Tatiana most was watching the elders sat back leisurely smoking home rolled cigarettes. Her eyes narrowed and she wanted to shout at them. "What's wrong with you people! We're going to see the king!"

But would the king remember her?

She shivered at the thought of waiting all those years for naught.

Please remember me!

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