Eric sat in the waiting room, nervously tapping his feet against the floor. The sound echoed in the tiny room, and it made him even more nervous. He looked around at the magazines but the only options were baby magazines or magazines about parenting, and that just made him so nervous he wanted to throw up. So he just started staring at the clock.

She had been in there for a long time. Like twenty minutes. Did it take that long to know if someone is pregnant? He wondered what exactly his mom was saying to Jackie. She didn't know her that well, but she was a kind and gentle person. He figured she would do a good job in comforting Jackie, no matter what the result was. Hopefully a good enough job so that Eric wouldn't have to do anything.

Meanwhile, in the examination room Jackie was sitting nervously in a small chair while Mrs. Forman went to process the results of the test. Jackie had refused to get into one of those paper gowns, and luckily Kitty had been nice enough to allow her to stay in her clothes. Jackie didn't know what to expect. She had always wanted a kid... someday. She had imagined herself having kids with Michael, even. But after they had graduated high school. Gotten married. Bought a nice big house with a picket fence and a grand piano in the living room. Gotten a maid. Those sorts of important things. She hadn't pictured any of it like this.

There was a knock on the door. Jackie looked up, curious. Kitty entered the room in her nurse uniform, carrying a piece of paper. Her expression didn't give away the results. Jackie wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Mrs. Forman!" Jackie said, getting up and rushing over to her. "What is it? Do you have my results?"

"Yes, I do Jackie," said Kitty quietly and evenly, in a very unusual tone for her. "It appears as though you're pregnant." She looked up at Jackie, giving her a nervous smile. "Oh, honey," she said, as Jackie collapsed in her arms, tears wracking her small body. "I know it's scary," she soothed her.

"What am I gonna do?" Jackie moaned. "I can't tell my parents."

"Well, you're only about a month pregnant," Kitty explained. "So that leaves you plenty of time to decide what you want to do. I'm going to give you some information on counseling, to get you through this." Jackie didn't answer, her face was still buried into Kitty's shoulder. "And they can help you make a decision about your baby. You know, if you want to keep it or give it up for adoption." Jackie sobbed harder. Kitty patted her back. "I know, honey. This is tough. But you can get through it. You're a strong girl."

"I don't feel so strong," said Jackie in a scared little voice. But she stood up and wiped her tears away. Her hands fluttered down to her stomach. "Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" she asked softly.

"No, we can't tell that for another few months," Kitty informed her.

"Oh," Jackie said. "I hope it's a girl."

"Well, we can certainly find out for you when the time comes," Kitty said, hoping to cheer her up. "I'm sorry honey, but I have another appointment in a few minutes. Why don't you go out to the waiting room and talk to Eric? You can sit down for a while until you're ready to go home."

Jackie nodded. "Thank you." She walked out slowly, closing the door behind her.

Kitty thought it was sort of strange that Eric had brought Jackie to the hospital. After all, Jackie was dating Michael Kelso, not Eric. Eric was going out with Donna. Unless... no, that wasn't possible. Kitty shook her head. She concluded that Eric and Jackie must be good friends. That's all.

Jackie walked into the waiting room, her head held high and her old cheerfulness back. When Eric saw her, he leaped up. "So, what's the news?" She didn't reply, just smiled smugly at him. "Are you pregnant?" he blurted out, unable to handle the suspense anymore.

"Nope," she replied. "So? Come on, let's go!"

Eric's mouth hung open in shock. "Oh my god, Jackie! That's great!"

"Come on!" she urged him, the bossiness back in her voice.

"I... I just thought you might want"- he began.

"I said come on, Eric Forman!" she scolded him. "You're going to buy me a Tab from the vending machine and then you're going to take me home." She spun on her heel and left to find the vending machine.

"A Tab? I am not buying you a Tab!" he called after her.

The car ride home was quiet. Eric pulled up in front of the Burkhart house. He put the Cruiser in park and turned to Jackie, who was giving him a pleased look.

"Well, thanks for everything Eric," she said with a tiny smile. "I appreciate everything you've done for me." She leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"You're... you're welcome," Eric replied. He touched his cheek where her lips had just been.

"And?" Jackie said, her eyes narrowing. "If you ever speak a word of this to anyone I'll kick you where it hurts." She got out of the car and sauntered towards her door.

He couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Something seemed... off.

He drove home without realizing that Donna had seen his car, yet again. She had walked to Jackie's house to get some advice on what she had seen earlier but Jackie hadn't been home. She had started to walk back when she saw Eric's car pull out... with Jackie in it. And she had witnessed the innocent kiss Jackie had given Eric.

She was fuming.

When Eric got home, Donna was waiting by the basketball hoop. She wasn't playing, she was just standing there with her arms folded and a dark look on her face.

Eric got out of the Cruiser and was about to head inside when he noticed her standing there. "Oh, hey," he greeted her. He smiled. "What's up?"

"Don't 'oh hey, what's up' me!" Donna mocked. She walked over to him, her fists clenched. "I saw you and Jackie! Kissing!"

"What?" Eric's voice squeaked. "What are you talking about?"

"Eric, don't play dumb," Donna yelled, but he could now sense sadness in her voice in addition to anger. "I saw you. Kissing Jackie in your car." She let out a fierce grumble. "God! I should have known better than to trust Jackie! She's just a stupid cheerleader."

"She isn't stupid"- Eric began, but then realized it was probably the wrong thing to say. This was reinforced when Donna looked up at him, fire burning in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Donna," Eric finally mumbled. "But she kissed me."

"Did she, now?" Donna asked, unbelieving.

"Yes," Eric said, trying to hide his nervousness. "I did a favor for her and she was thanking me for it."

"Hmm, a favor," Donna said sarcastically. "That's likely. Look Eric, I don't have time for this. First you kissed your sister's slutty friend, and now Jackie? I forgave you once but I'm not about to do it again."

"But Donna!" Eric called after her. But it was too late. She had run off.

He sighed and sat down on the hood of the Vista Cruiser. What had he done? He knew getting involved with Jackie was a bad idea. What had he been thinking? Sure, she had seemed sweet and innocent. But as soon as she found out she wasn't pregnant she had turned back into the fire demon he had always known her to be. He layed down on the hood of the car and stared up at the stars, wondering if he would ever get Donna back. God, was he a dumbass.

"Hey dumbass," came a stern voice from the porch.

Eric sighed. He wasn't in the mood. "What," he groaned.

"I just saw Donna running away from you, and she looked pretty upset," Red said as he came out of the house. "What did you do this time?"

Eric sat up and let out a puff of air. "Well, let's just say that she caught some other girl kissing me."

Red rolled his eyes. "Wow, one minute I think you've done the dumbest thing there is, and the next you go and top it. I think you should win some kind of dumbass medal."

"Please, Dad," Eric grumbled. "I'm not in the mood."

"So, who was the girl?" Red asked, his mood brightening.

"Jackie Burkhart," Eric sighed. He didn't feel like fighting it anymore.

"Jackie Burkhart?!" Red gasped. "Kissed you? Wow. I don't know how you keep wooing all these girls, but at the rate you're going you drive them off twice as fast. So I guess there's nothing to worry about."

"Dad," Eric said roughly. "Donna just left me. I don't have feelings for Jackie, I have them for Donna." His voice sounded strained.

Red looked over at him curiously. "You sure?"

Eric closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes. I like Donna. I've always liked her."

"And Jackie?" Red asked.

"Jackie's the devil," Eric moaned.

Red smiled. "All women are the devil, son." He walked over and stopped beside Eric, putting his hand out as if displaying something. "You see, they start out looking like angels. But then once they hook you in, they show their true colors. And those colors aren't pretty. So, you have an advantage in knowing the truth about Jackie."

"Dad, you think Mom's the devil?" Eric asked, confused.

"No," Red admitted. "But that doesn't mean she's an angel either."

Eric sighed again as Red went back inside. He wasn't sure what to think. Sure, Jackie was attractive, but he wasn't interested in her. But she had kissed him... it was just to be nice, though. Right?

His head was swimming in confusion. Maybe it would all make sense tomorrow. Well, at least Jackie wasn't pregnant. That made things a lot simpler.