Author Note: ...that last chapter was too short - here's more

Chapter 34 – Tat's Tattoos and Tatooine

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Hyde lifted a brow, "Really? What do the three of you have in common that I need to know about."

Eric took a deep breath, "We've been having these weird dreams and sometimes Leo is in them."

Hyde laughed, "Damn…..me too and I thought it was because I was just really wasted." He motioned for Eric to sit closer as he leaned forward. "When I'm just starting to fall asleep I keep hearing this chicks name and it reminds me of that planet in Star Wars. I think it was Tattoo."

Kelso got excited, "Yeah! And Mr. Roarke is in mine…only he looks like Leo."

Eric looked disgusted, "Fantasy Island? You're dreaming about Fantasy Island?"

Kelso shrugged, "So what? I dream in color!"

Hyde dismissed the Fantasy Island idea and continued, "No man, that planet that had two suns."

Eric held up his index finger in an "aha!" gesture. "I believe that would be Tatooine." Hyde smiled and nodded his head, continuing "And this chick looks almost like…"

"…Stevie Nicks." Eric finished his sentence for him and Hyde looked shocked, "Yeah man, how did you know?"

Kelso was confused, "You guys dream about Fleetwood Mac? Am I in it?"

Eric shook his head slowly, "Dude, of course! Your Betsy dream is the reason we are down in the basement."

Hyde pulled his legs from the spool and leaned forward in the chair. "What about Betsy. And it is Betsy Kelso we talking about right?"

Kelso brushed the shaggy hair from his forehead. "Yeah, I was telling Eric about my dream in Mr. Stanton's biology class about swinging…you remember… the one where I was pushing Betsy on the tire swing and she was saying "Daddy push me higher!" Do you remember that?"

Hyde felt the short hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "Yeah I do and I didn't even have Stanton for Biology – in fact I usually skipped that class and hung out in the parking lot. Why do I remember it?"

Kelso looked at Hyde like he was dim, "Because we drank tea with Fleetwood Mac. Gawd! Don't you guys remember anything? We were on their tour bus and everyone was there."

Eric and Hyde looked at each other with amazement – they did remember but it wasn't a tour bus…what was it? Hyde's brows furrowed, "Kelso, what else do you remember?"

Loving the attention, Michael Kelso added, 'Stevie was hot. I mean for an old – older woman but she had on a black wig, which I didn't mind her being a blonde, but the dark hair totally does it for me…ya know?"

Eric pressed his palm against his forehead. This all seemed so familiar – it couldn't possibly be Stevie Nicks but someone like her – with dark hair and all of the gang was with her. Why? He turned towards Hyde, "Dude, is there anyway you can find out if Fleetwood Mac was touring in Wisconsin between New Years and today? I'm asking because I think all of us met them…or someone like them."

Hyde nodded his head. "Yeah when Kelso starts making sense I get worried;"

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Jackie was up late that Sunday night. She knew Steven and Michael were in the basement but there was no desire to go intrude. She was still confused about her feelings towards Eric. Why was she attracted to him now and not before?

She hugged her pillow and turned on her side. The answer was simple. Eric and Donna sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G….the old childhood rhyme taunted her. Why was she attracted to him now? Because: A) he was off limits and B) because: back then she was a naïve teenager that wanted pomp and circumstance rather than substance and with Eric Forman she got substance.

Mona got substance and Jackie got crapped on. No it wasn't fair, and she had to admit that this whole disastrous date was of her making. She forced his hand and now she had to live with her decision. But that didn't mean that she had to like it!

Jackie rolled out of bed and tugged on the lamp chain. She reached for her stationery kit in the small night stand drawer and sat on the floor. She had a letter to write and an apology was due.

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Eric whistled a happy tune and tucked the pink envelope in his jacket pocket. Spring was making an early arrival and so were some of the hibernating animals. His first call of the day was to set traps for nuisance squirrels. Personally, he didn't mind the little critters but they did have a habit of dumpster diving in homeowner's trash cans for a meal. Pulling up to the address on his map, Eric parked and sat in the cab. He really wanted to start his day with something sweet. Like Jackie's morning dispatch. He got comfortable in his seat, took a sip from his coffee cup and opened the envelope. After Saturday's night disaster, this was a welcome respite.

Dear Eric

I hope your morning is well and you are busy. With that said, I want to mention that while I totally take blame for Saturday's date disaster, I want to add that it wasn't all bad.

I am at war with myself for the kiss. While you are a good kisser, I shouldn't have kissed you back. We are united as friends and I would not do anything to jeopardize the relationship I have with your parents. I think your mom still needs me for a little while longer and while I really am ready to have a relationship – with someone – I need my own place.

My own space.

I'm sure you agree that the kiss was just a onetime thing and it was nice but we are looking towards the future and different partners.

Please don't think that I was avoiding you yesterday, I was concentrating on what I need to do with my life and well, getting my own apartment is a good place to start.

But! I won't move until Mrs. Forman doesn't need me any longer.

For what it's worth – thank you for the date – at least I know what kind of guy I don't want to go out with ha ha.

Always yours,

Jackie.

Eric quietly folded the letter and tucked it in his jacket pocket. The kiss was a onetime thing? Was she out of her freaking mind? She kissed him back! There was no slap indicating she was offended and his shins bore no bruises – was Jackie Burkhart playing hard to get?

Eric liked games.

He liked to win.

He would win this little war and have Jackie begging him for another kiss instead of writing about it in a letter.

"Okay missy – let the games begin!" Turning the key in the ignition, the work truck roared to life and Eric smiled. There was no rule that said he couldn't have fun in the process.

Was there?

Eric smiled to himself and headed off to set his traps for those bothersome squirrels. It was going to be an interesting day! Indeedy!

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