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Author's Note: Hello everyone! Well the holiday season is upon us once again and I'm sure all of you are busy doing all the things that are a part of this wonderful time of year. Decorating, baking, watching holiday specials, singing holiday songs, taking finals/midterms(yuck!), and shopping! Lots and lots of shopping! So while I was out doing some of my own holiday shopping this idea came to me and I thought it would be kinda fun to write. Plus I miss writing E/J planning on getting back to 'Two Weeks' soon though! I really do hope you all enjoy it, it'll be a shorter fic with maybe four chapters at the most and they won't be very long. Hopefully that's a good thing. Hope it'll help get you in the holiday spirit and I really do hope you all like it! Please, review if you can, and Enjoy!

"You know this is all your fault, right?" Jackie Burkhart huffed to the young man sitting a good few feet away from her.

He turned and looked at her, frowning slightly, "My fault?"

"Yeah." Jackie nodded, "If you hadn't kept trying to steal the Christmas cookies your mom was taking out of the oven she wouldn't have kicked us out."

"I wasn't stealing, I was sampling. Someone has to make sure they're good batch." Eric Forman tried to defend himself before deciding to bring up another point, "And if we're blaming anyone on why we got kicked out, it's you missy."

Jackie eyes widened, "Me?"

"That's right. If you hadn't been whining on and on and on about how boring it was there, we would still be there and not…here." Eric said while lifting up his right hand to gesture where they were currently sitting.

The Vista Cruiser.

It had been almost thirty minutes ago that they were both seated at the breakfast table in the warm, cozy, cookie filled Forman kitchen and now they were driving around in the old station wagon blaming the other for being forced out into the bitter cold, when they should have been keeping their eyes open for somewhere warm to stop and attempt to hang out in.

The truth was it was probably a mixture of both Eric's cookie sampling and Jackie's whining that had pushed Kitty to her brink; she had made one call out to her husband in the living room and the next thing Jackie and Eric knew they were buttoning up their coats and running out the glass sliding doors.

Though now as she thought back to the incident, Jackie realized she should have just let Eric run out of the house himself. Red wouldn't have acted upon his threat…at least not with her. She was his favorite.

But it was too late now and she was stuck riding around Point Place with Eric Forman of all people.

He wouldn't even let her choose what radio station to listen to—it wasn't like she was going to put on something so terrible either, she was just going to put it on the new twenty-four seven Christmas Carol station like anyone else would have done. Instead she was being forced to listen to Eric's new Styx cassette over and over again, she was really beginning to think the thing was stuck in the player and just kept playing not allowing anything else to ever be played again. Sure, Styx wasn't so bad, it could have been worse, but Jackie wasn't getting to the point where if she heard 'Come Sail Away' one more time she would scream.

"Well that just proves that it's still your fault." Jackie replied to the comment Eric had made a few seconds ago.

Eric couldn't even begin to think of the kind of reasoning that was going on in the former cheerleader's head, so he decided to just come out and ask it.

"How?"

Jackie turned her head to face Eric, keeping her arms folded over her chest, and began to explain as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "It's your fault for having such a boring house!"

"Hey, my house has always been boring." Eric protested, hands gripping the steering wheel but having uncurled and lifted up one index finger.

"That's true. It's really the people in it that make it fun." She concluded with a nod while staring out the passenger window.

Hearing Jackie's words and the way they had been spoken in a softer more sincere tone than the one she had been using when she blamed him of being Cookie Monster, made the corners of Eric's mouth begin to tug upwards a bit.

Dark brown strands of hair flew in the air as Jackie swung her head away from the window and back to Eric, "Explain to me again why you're here and Donna's not."

The forming smile on Eric's lips quickly and complete diminished.

"Jackie, for the hundredth time today," he sighed and readied himself to repeat his explanation once again, "My last final was on Friday and Donna's is today. She had to stay over in Madison until she finished her test, she'll be in later tonight."

"Yeah, I know that. But that still doesn't tell me why you're here." Jackie continued to pester, "Why didn't you stay in Madison too? Couldn't you have waited until Donna finished her test and then you guys could have come home together."

Eric shrugged and kept his eyes on the road, "I don't know. Donna said I should come down without her and she'd take the bus here. I guess she didn't see the point of me hanging out around the school if I didn't have anything to study for."

Jackie still didn't quite believe Eric and the suspicious way she was looking at him showed that. She understood Donna needing to stay there to take her test but her friend sending Eric back here so soon and not making him wait for her…something didn't quite add up. Stilling eyeing Eric, Jackie also began to search her brain for a possible—more believable—reason for Donna not wanting Eric there in Madison with her…suddenly it hit her!

"You were humming while she was studying, weren't you?" she inquired in a tone that sounded like she had been in his shoes before.

As a replacement for a simple 'yes' or 'no' Eric turned his head to Jackie, his eyes opened wide, "She really has a problem with that doesn't she?"

Nodding her head in agreement, Jackie uncrossed her arms and propped her right elbow up on the passenger door she was seated next to, and then dropped her chin into her palm, staring out the window. Houses decorated with colorful lights, plastic Santa's and reindeer, and snow, snow, and more snow, swooshed by at a slower pace than usual. She let out a small sigh, not even a tastefully decorated house—very rare in this little town—would make her smile right now.

As much as she missed her best friend, Donna wasn't the only person that Jackie missed. And there was one person in particular that she wished was with her in this car instead of Eric; if they were here she would definitely not be freezing the way she was now.

"I can't believe Steven went to work today." Jackie said, breaking the silence that had fallen onto the vehicle.

Eric furrowed his brow, "Jackie, it's Monday. Everybody works on Mondays. It's why people hate Mondays."

"But Steven owns his store. He doesn't have to go to work." She started to explain herself, "He should have wanted to stay home with me so we could spend all day in our nice warm bed."

At hearing Jackie's statement, Eric wasn't sure if he should be distributed by the image put in his head or get in a shot on her. The second one did sound like more fun. He opened his mouth to make comment about her being the devil but had a sudden change of heart when he saw how distressing she looked. He knew she was missing Hyde just like he was missing Donna, but unlike Donna, Hyde was only a few miles away. And they could be at the record store in a matter of minutes, it would also mean he and Jackie wouldn't be stuck spending time together with just the two of them.

"Hey Jackie, why don't we stop by Grooves?" he suggested, getting ready to switch lanes.

Jackie quickly sat herself up straight and turned towards Eric, "No!" she answered abit too loudly, startling Eric some; she tired again, this time speaking calmer and not so loud, "I mean no. That's okay."

"Why?" Eric asked curious as to why Jackie had gone from sulking in the corner to almost making them crash into a passing blue Mustang; and then he figure it out, she was hiding something! Taking his eyes off the road for a second or two Eric looked at Jackie with a knowing smirk, "What did you do?"

"Nothing." She argued but he wasn't buying it.

"What did you do, Jackie?"

"Nothing." The brunette repeated though in not in a tone as firm as the last, "I just tried to help organize the store a little bit the last time I was there."

Eric knew the story wasn't over, "And…?"

"It's not my fault that ABBA goes before Led Zeppelin when you're putting things in alphabetical order!" Jackie proclaimed, in a manner similar to the way she had used when she tried to defend her actions to her boyfriend a few days ago,

"You put ABBA before Zeppelin?" he asked holding back a laugh, "Man, I surprised Hyde didn't dump you right then and there."

Rolling her eyes at Eric's statement, Jackie re-crossed her arms and went back to leaning against her door and looking back out the window. She was only half annoyed by the statement, the other half of her was annoyed by the fact that they were still just driving around and around! Jackie was fairly certain—and wouldn't be at all surprised if it was true—that they'd past The Piggly Wiggly six times already.

Shifting his eyes away from the road and taking a quick glance over to Jackie, Eric saw that she was once again looking sadden. And once again Eric felt the need to try and make her feel better. After all spending time with 'normal' Jackie was bad as was spending time with a mad Jackie but spending time with a sad Jackie was worse than the two put together. He quickly tried to think of something that would at least get her to crack the tiniest of smiles.

"You know now that I think about it, Jackie, maybe it's neither of our faults."

Jackie continued to stare out the window as she answer, "No it's your fault."

"Seriously, Jackie. Think about it. If we're gonna be anyone I think it should Hyde and Donna." Eric stated and when he caught the confused look on Jackie face he began to elaborate, "If they weren't working or actually here in Point Place then we wouldn't have even been in the kitchen. We would have all been the basement just like any other day not bugging Mom and Red…well maybe Red but at least we'd be out of his sight. It's their fault not ours."

After taking a few seconds to think about the theory, Jackie nodded her head up and down, "I think you're right Eric…gee I bet that's something you're not use to hearing."

"Ha ha." Eric responded with a fake laugh until he realized how true those words were, "Actually it's not. It sounds nice though."

With Eric smiling Jackie couldn't help but return the grin as she nodded once again knowing—and liking—that she had been right. Then abruptly a new thought entered her mind.

"But you know, we really shouldn't put all the blame on Steven and Donna." She began to say, "Part of it belongs to Michael and Fez too."

This time it was Eric's turn to nod, "That's true Jackie…wow that leaves a really bad taste in my mouth." He said and the continued with his teasing by frowning and opening and closing his mouth while sticking out his tongue occasionally, looking like he had in fact had a bad taste in mouth.

It was a Christmas Miracle—at least that was what he thought—when all Jackie did in response to his actions was giggle. Eric stopped making his faces and smiled at the sight of Jackie smiling.

"It's so different without them." Jackie shared, "Even watching those Christmas Specials we watch every year."

"Yeah. The Grinch just isn't the same without Fez and Kelso joining in with The Whoo's 'Welcome Christmas' song at the end."

Wearing a small smile Jackie nodded, until suddenly the cheerless smile disappeared completely and she scowled almost angrily, "I can't believe Michael is still in Chicago with those people."

Turning away from the road and furrowing his brow slightly, Eric looked at Jackie, "You mean his daughter and fiancé?"

"Yeah." Jackie replied, in a harsher tone than she meant.

Sure she knew that Michael had every right to be with his little family. She was happy for him—a little shocked too, after all out of all of them who would have thought Michael Kelso would be the first to become a real family man? However what bother Jackie was that they were in Chicago. They should have wanted to be in Point Place so that they could be with their friends, their family, and most importantly her! It had been almost two months since all three of them had been in town and that just wasn't fair. Especially not to Little Betsy, being deprived of spending time with her beautiful and amazing Godmother.

"Well at least we'll see Kelso for Christmas and a few days after that. He said he and Brooke took the rest of the week off so they could spend some time here." Eric explained while keeping his attention on the road.

Jackie nodded for a second or two before she caught on to the first part of Eric's statement, "Wait, what do mean 'at least we'll see Kelso for Christmas?" she questioned with a frown, "We're gonna see Fez too."

"Yeah, I wouldn't bet any big money on that." came his reply.

"Of course we're going to see Fez for Christmas, Eric." The brunette argued, not even wanting to think about having a Christmas with even one of her friends missing; besides Eric was being ridiculous why wouldn't they see Fez for Christmas? "He's been living at your house ever since your whore of a sister came back to town."

As a sign of agreement, Eric nodded only once, his green eyes focused on outside of the windshield, "True. But. Since they decided to give their 'marriage' a second chance, how many times have you actually seen Fez? Really?"

At first Jackie was ready to jump right in and prove Eric wrong, but then as she got ready to make her comeback she realized she had nothing. It really had been a while since she saw her foreign friend. Knitting her eyebrows closer together, Jackie tried to recall the last time she had seen or even had a conversation with Fez. Her mind kept reminding her of Thanksgiving…but that couldn't be right…could it?

"Oh my God." She gasped, her frown gone and a mix expression of shock and worry replacing it, "Do you think Laurie killed him?"

Eric shook his head, "Nah. Mom says they come out of their room at least twice a day to eat."

Hearing that her friend was safe or at least alive made Jackie release a sigh of relief. That was all she needed to hear and not so much the information that Eric decided to add in and share with her.

"Still in the three days I've been here I've only seen him once." He started his story, "It was after midnight and I went into the kitchen for something to drink and Fez was there with his arm literally full of syrups for pancakes, chocolate syrup, whip cream and bunch of other ice cream toppings."

"So? It's Fez." Jackie replied slightly sounding confused; everyone knew the foreigner had a sweet tooth.

"Well that's what I thought at first too. But then I mad the mistake of asking if he wanted a bowl or something to put the stuff in and he said, 'No that's okay, I have your sister.'" Eric informed, the feeling of revulsion he felt during that moment filling him once again; taking one hand off the wheel to wave it in the air as he spoke in a slightly higher pitched voice, "He didn't even try to hide it!"

"Ew! Ew! Ewww!" Jackie cried with disgust over and over again as she tired to get the image out of her brain.

"I know!" he swiftly agreed, "That's why this Christmas I'm getting Mom and Dad a set of earplugs."

"Oh my God."

"What? It's not like that's all I'm getting them." Eric said, thinking Jackie's 'Oh my God' had been because of his statement, "I'm getting them other stuff. Like…like…other stuff."

Jackie rapidly shook her head as she turned to Eric, a large excited smile on her face, "No, not that. I know what we can do!"

"What?"

"We can go shopping!" She answered in such a happy tone you'd think she had said 'We can go to Disneyland!'

Instantly a frown indented itself onto Eric's forehead and he swung his head back and forth from road to Jackie and then back again, "What?"

"Shopping, And not just shopping, Christmas shopping." Jackie went on, getting more and more eager she was just about bouncing her seat, "And not just Christmas shopping, Christmas shopping with Jackie!"

When he saw the jazz hands Jackie used when she said her name the arch of Eric's frown dropped making an even deeper scowl. "Okay, Jackie. You see that lamppost right over there? With the garland wrapped around it?"

"Yeah." Jackie nodded after following Eric's pointing index finger to the streetlamp a good few miles away from them.

"Okay." Eric said and then cleared his throat, "I would rather crash this car, with both of us in it, into that pole than go Christmas shopping with you."

Jackie gave a quick roll of her eyes but didn't quit her pestering, "Oh come on Eric, it'll be fun."

"Yeah, I doubt that." He snorted back.

"We went shopping together before, remember?" Jackie said hoping to jog his memory and get him to take her to the mall, "And that wasn't so bad."

Thinking back to the shopping trip the two had taken together years ago, Eric couldn't fight the smile that was forming on his lips, "Well, you did help me get shoulders."

"So does that mean we can go?" She asked hopefully.

Eric took his eyes off the road and looked at Jackie, "Do you have any candy bars in your purse?"

"No." she replied in a sadder tone until an idea sparked into her mind, "But I'll buy you one of those jumbo sized pretzels."

"Deal."

With an agreement reached Eric turned the Vista Cruiser at the next light to get onto the road that would take them to the mall while his passenger grinned largely and clapped her hands blissfully.

Author's Note: Well there you go, Chapter one of "'Tis the Season to Go Shopping" Hope you liked!

Planning on posting the next chapter in the next few days, that is of course if you all want me to continue it. :D

Until next time, thanks for reading, hope you liked, please review and lemme know what you think, stay tuned, see you next time, take care, and have a nice day!