Okay rather than try to write a multi chaptered fan fic that goes nowhere.  I am going to do a one-off short short featuring Jackie and Eric.  My little take on "Going Mobile"/"The Seeker"

Just When You Think You Found The One

      Jackie made sure not to wake the sleeping Donna when she got out of bed at three o'clock in the morning.  She had her clothes already in the bathroom on top of the clothes hamper as she did her best to get dressed with the glow of the nightlight behind her.  You would have thought that at this moment that the shoes didn't matter but she couldn't help wanting to look cute for him.  She chose her Mary Janes with the wedge heel.  With a quick hit of "Passion Fire" lip-gloss and spritz of Babe cologne she was ready.  Her heart was racing and it nearly fell out of her chest when she got the phone call earlier when everyone else was at the Forman's.  She had the same feeling when she thought Donna was going to get up.  Thankfully, the lumberjack only turned over and went back to sleep.  She was going to kick Fez in the sunshine state if he leaped out of the closet.  Hopefully Bob was not downstairs eating cake.  She grabbed her jacket off the coat hook and never felt so relieved when she succeeded in leaving the Pinciotti house.  She ran not looking at the Forman house and certainly not looking to see if a light was on in the basement.  She was sorry, but he was always a survivor and he'd be all right.   She stopped at The Hub to catch her breath and saw him cross the empty street to get to her.

"Jackie…."

"Eric….."

They hugged each other.  Then it didn't matter who started it their lips met as one car drove by playing, "Love, Hurts".

But it didn't.  Not anymore.

"How is Donna?"

"Pissed off—but she was going to bail too.  You weren't the only one with reservations, Eric."

They sat on the park bench.

"I'm going to have to talk to her." 

"I know.  And I'm going to have to talk with Steven."

She held his hand. 

"Jackie, I think it is best if we don't tell anyone our plans.  Why make this anymore complicated than it needs to be?"

"I agree," she let out a small laugh, "When did WE start liking each other?"

"When we started to grow up."

"I love you."

They didn't even make love yet, but Jackie Burkhart couldn't help the feeling that was in her heart.

"I love you, too."

They kissed for what felt like a small eternity.

"Now that your Father is recovered are you going to school?"

"Jackie, I don't know.  What I do know is a lot of my problems with Donna stemmed from worrying about the future. I'd rather not do that anymore.  I'd rather just enjoy the present."

She kissed him on the cheek.  "Me too."

They sat for awhile kissing and looking at the night sky.  It would soon be morning in Point Place, Wisconsin. 

Donna was about to learn that she could not control Eric Forman any longer and Hyde was going to learn that Jackie "was too young to want a serious relationship."

6 Months Later

     Eric was a freshman at the University of Wisconsin and had a part time job as a dishwasher at a local diner.  He wasn't surprised that he got the phone call while at work.  Jackie. Kelso. Back together. Whatever.

For six months he knew what true happiness felt like and of course a girl like Jackie would always go back to her first love.  When he didn't take a wad of quarters out of his pocket to place a long distance call to Donna in New York he realized that although she was his first kiss and first time Donna was just his friend, it was Jackie who was his real first love.

There was a girl in his accounting class who was-----no.  too soon.  He knew they weren't going to make it.  Sometimes life deals you a hand that goes nowhere.  Eric wouldn't have said that it went nowhere entirely.  He and Jackie had fun together and they never fought.  Kelso was certainly one lucky son of a bitch and if he cheated on her again, Eric was going to let him have it. 

His shift was over so Eric took his apron off and placed it on the counter.

He ignored everybody as he punched out for the night.  It wasn't a crime if he didn't feel like talking to anyone.  He took his books out of his locker where the Sunday supplement that was in his math book fell out at his feet. 

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He picked it up, crumbled it up in a disappointed ball, and threw it in the trash.

Life goes on.