A/N: I really need to stop re-watching until I finish the longer pieces I'm working on. That being said, I just finished this episode again a few days ago and really wanted more from the last scene. This piece picks up from the beginning of that last scene. The first line belongs to the Roseanne writers, but everything else came out of my head.

Title inspired by Sarah McLachlan's "Good Enough".

"It's kinda cool sittin' out here anyway, you know, lookin' up at the stars, listenin' to all the quiet," Roseanne muses. "You know, it gives you time to think about stuff."

Jackie hums her agreement as she stares off into the yard beyond the porch. Lost in thought, she's tracing a finger delicately along the mouth of her wineglass, around and around in slow, lingering circles. She's been uncharacteristically quiet since they got back to the house after the funeral, and Roseanne would be lying to herself if she didn't admit to being at least a little concerned. The emotional basket case version of Jackie that had been hanging around for the last few days was something she was well-versed in dealing with. This new subdued, pensive version of Jackie was slightly unsettling.

Roseanne takes another sip out of her own glass and considers calling out her sister's name, if only to break the silence, and is relieved when Jackie finally speaks up instead.

"Roseanne?"

"Yeah?" she answers quietly, still watching as Jackie's finger continues around the glass again.

Jackie stills for a moment, as if gathering courage, then shifts in her lawn chair so she can look her sister in the eye.

"Do you think he loved us?" she asks uncertainly.

"Jackie," Roseanne says wearily, "do we really have to do this right now?"

Because she can't handle this tonight, not when they're fresh from the funeral and Joan is in town and the grief buffet is still filling up every spare inch of her kitchen. She hasn't yet managed to stuff all her swirled-up emotions back down into the neat little boxes in the far-flung corner of her mind where they came from. She needs more time. A few years, at least. But Jackie's doe-eyed expression is taking her back to times best left forgotten, and Roseanne finds herself needing to soothe it away.

"He was our dad," she ends up saying with a helpless shrug of her shoulder. "That's like the first requirement of being a parent."

It's inadequate at best, but it's all she's got at the moment, and really, their dad doesn't deserve the effort it would take her to dig deeply enough to find something more.

"Roseanne," Jackie admonishes her quietly.

Roseanne heaves a sigh and tries again. "I don't know, Jackie. He didn't even really know us."

"Well, he was on the road all the time. Making a living, supporting his family. That couldn't have been easy, being away so much."

Roseanne snorts at her response. "There you go again. God, you're so predictable, it's pathetic."

"What?" Jackie raises her voice, offended. "So, it's a crime now to at least acknowledge that he worked hard to make sure we had everything we needed?"

Roseanne rolls her eyes. "Fine. He was on the road makin' a living. And shooting his marriage to hell by sleeping with another woman, ok? And then when he did come home, he was pissed off all the time. He yelled from the minute he walked in the door until the minute he walked out again. You remember that, right?"

"Well," Jackie says immediately, "maybe that was our fault."

Roseanne doesn't even have a chance to formulate a response before Jackie continues, barely stopping to take a breath.

"I mean, yeah, Mom probably drove him crazy, but he didn't have any kids with Joan, and she thinks he was a perfectly lovely person." She shrugs her shoulder. "So, you know, it's not crazy to think maybe it was us."

Roseanne laughs despite herself. "She's supposed to think he was a perfectly lovely person, Jackie. She's the mistress. If you're not nice to the mistress, you don't usually get to keep her. That's how mistresses work."

"Ok, sure." Jackie says, making a face at her. "But you mouthed off all the time, and I was…me. All the dumb stuff we pulled, I just – "

"Jackie," Roseanne says sharply.

"I'm just sayin', you know, that it's not like we were angels or nothin', and – "

"Ok Jackie, fine. Then the next time Darlene pops off some zinger like she does, I'll just backhand her across the face. And when DJ shoves all his crap under his bed instead of actually, you know, cleaning up his room like he was told, I'll have Dan dig out his biggest belt and chase him down with it until he's screaming so loud tryin' to get away that I just turn on the vacuum cleaner in the living room to drown it all out until it's over."

"Roseanne!"

"Oh, don't give me that look," Roseanne says condescendingly, frustrated by Jackie's horrified expression. "If it was good enough for us, it's good enough for them, right? What the hell is the difference?"

"Stop it!"

Roseanne does, and watches silently as her sister blinks back tears.

"I get the point," Jackie snaps.

"No," Roseanne shakes her head, determined to make herself understood, "I don't think you do get the point, Jackie. The point is that no matter what we did, we didn't deserve any of it." She waits a moment, then adds, "and he doesn't deserve to have you waste your breath takin' up for him all the time."

They sit in silence after that, but before long, Roseanne reaches a hand over to lay on her sister's knee. "Whatever was goin' on in his head, Sis, us being some perfect, Stepford children wasn't gonna fix it."

"Let's just drop it, ok?" Jackie says plaintively, still sniffling as she gets up out of her chair. She gets to her feet so quickly that what's left of her wine sloshes over the side of her glass onto her hand, and she shakes it off as she moves toward the door to the house.

Roseanne considers all the possible things she could say to try to smooth things over better.

We're worth more than how he treated us, maybe.

Or it's not our fault he didn't care.

Or even I hate that I still love him too.

But she doesn't say any of it. Instead, she stands up too and manages to catch her sister by her coat before she gets too far away. "Oh, don't do that. Come back here, would ya?"

There's irritation written all over Jackie's face, but she doesn't fight it when Roseanne folds her into a one-armed hug, being mindful of their wineglasses.

"I love you; you know. Even when you're driving me nuts."

"Yeah, I know." Jackie pulls away and swipes at her eyes with her sleeve. "And I love you too, even when you piss me off."

Roseanne grins. "I am pretty good at that."

Jackie rolls her eyes and sighs. "Can we maybe just go watch TV or a movie or something? I don't wanna go to bed yet, I don't think I'll be able to sleep very well."

"Yeah, ok." Roseanne nods agreeably. "You go on in and pick something out, and I'll pop us some corn."

Jackie reaches for her sister's hand and gives it a quick squeeze, then walks into the house without another word. Alone on the porch, Roseanne looks up into the sky for a moment and sighs.

"Rest in peace, dad. At least you gave us each other."