Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been having a bit of a mental breakdown, but I'm a lot better now. Thanks for all the reviews! So, in this chapter, Sky and Pete tell the gang about their childhood was Jackie, and the tiny girl's health takes a turn for the worse yet again. Read on! Disclaimer: I don't own That '70s Show. Get it through your heads!
Sky closed the door to Jackie's room and let out a huge sigh. Pete rubbed her shoulders reassuringly and planted a small kiss there. "Don't worry," he comforted her. "Jackie will be fine. She's always fine." This didn't seem to comfort her.
"She always acts like she's fine," Sky corrected her boyfriend. "That's part of the problem."
"What problem?" Donna asked, starting to get worried by the way Jackie's two friends were talking.
"Jackie tends to push all her bad feelings away," Sky explained. "If it's not there, she doesn't have to deal with it."
This stunned the basement gang. They had never thought about how Jackie acted or why her attitude was the way it was. They had always just assumed she was a loud, annoying, bitchy girl without a care in the world. It had never occurred to them that she had things in her past she wanted to forget, things that she couldn't forget. They would've never guessed there was damage under the bright exterior of their favorite midget. At that moment, everyone felt a tiny bit of shame for not noticing earlier.
Fiona, noticing the tired eyes on two of her former patients, interrupted the quiet moment. "Let's go back to my apartment. I'll make coffee." Sky nodded tiredly, letting her boyfriend take her hand and guide her out of the hospital. Everyone followed Fiona to her apartment.
The basement gang, having never been in Fiona's apartment before, were struck by all the photos around the small space. There were picture in every nook and cranny of the space. Faces of all kinds of different people and places covered the apartment. Sky and Pete smiled fondly. Fiona had always had a thing for photography. She loved pictures, always taking snapshots of them at the hospital. It was something she had passed on to James, who loved photography as well. It wasn't uncommon to see the dark-haired boy running around the hospital with a camera, snapping shots of everyone. His favorite model, of course, was Jackie.
Sky fingered a picture of her, Pete, and Jackie gently. It had been taken the last time they had been in town for James's funeral. They had ended up staying a few weeks to try to glue their friend back together. In that particular picture, the three of them were playing cards. Sky was laughing, her eyes sparkling at a joke she couldn't remember. Pete was looking down at his cards, a nervous expression on his face as if he knew he was going to lose, which he was. Pete was a notoriously bad card player, and the two girls always gained up against him. Jackie was peering out at them from over her cards, a sly smile on her face. Sky knew why Fiona had taken this photo and kept it in sight. It was to remind Jackie that she could smile after James died.
Everyone sat down, the basement gang a bit more awkwardly than Sky and Pete did. For them, there was no weirdness in getting comfortable in Fiona's house. It was one of those things that became habit after being so close to someone for so long. Hell, Sky was more comfortable in Fiona's apartment than her own childhood home. She felt like being sick so young and so much had taken something away from her relationship with her parents. Having a kid with cancer could be rough, and it was hard to be at the hospital all the time. Fiona was the one they could always count on. Fiona was always there.
Sky turned to the long-determined mother of the ward. "How's she doing?" Fiona started to talk doctor-talk, but the blonde cut her off. "No, I mean how is she. If I wanted to know about the cancer, I'd let Dr. Strauss go on and on about how Jackie's really gonna be a goner this time." The joke earned an appreciative chuckle from her boyfriend but not much reaction from the others. Geez, these people had no sense of humor.
Fiona sighed. "I think she's doing okay." The older woman paused for a moment. "She's still going to see the kids every Friday. They adore her."
Pete rolled his eyes. "Of course they do. She's Jackie. Everyone loves Supergirl."
Donna spoke up. "Was Jackie really that popular in the hospital?" she asked timidly. Sky gave her a sad smile.
"Yeah, she was," the beautiful girl answered. "Jackie was unique. In a place full of people about to die, she was so full of life and love for anyone. She and James could make anyone laugh."
"Hey, do you remember that time they tapped the door to the nurse's lounge shut?" Pete piped in, laughter rolling of him. The rest of the room listened, enraptured by the tales of these seemingly normal kids causing havoc around a hospital. Donna thought back to what Jackie had told her weeks ago before any of this had started. "Cancer doesn't kill you. It kill your body." The redhead was starting to see the tiny brunette's point. Maybe Jackie was strong enough to get through this. Maybe Jackie would be able to fight it out. Maybe…
Hyde was having similar thoughts while listening to this story, but there was a feeling of guilt hanging over him. He had always assumed his girlfriend was shallow and bossy, had always assumed she just was the way she was. He had never thought she might push for a future because she didn't know how long she'd live to see it. He never thought she put so much effort into trivial things like her hair because she knew what it was like to be without it. Steven Hyde had underestimated his girlfriend, and for the first time in years, the Zen master felt a twinge of guilt seep through his body. If Jackie survived, he would marry her. If Jackie lived, he would give her the world and anything else she asked for. If she lived…