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Author's Note: Hello everyone! How are you? Hope you're doing well! Today I have for you a new, long chapter for this story, Meet the Hydes. I'm very sorry that this took so long to get updated. I got distracted with other stories and other things like Back to the Future Day. I wanted to update this on Thursday but Wednesday was BTTF Day and instead of finishing up the chapter well I was watching the trilogy and celebrating the day. I really do appreciate all the incredibly sweet reviews and alerts and favorites that you all have given this story. It means so much! Really does keep me going. I'm hoping that I can have the next update up soon. As you'll see we might see a switch of things in the story very soon. Again thanks for the support, I'm sorry for taking so long once more, I really hope that you guys like the chapter, don't forget to stop by to leave a review, still doing sneak peeks or trying to. :) Thanks once again for everything, hope you like, and please, Enjoy!

As soon as Jackie and Hyde were in the kitchen, safely behind the swinging door that separated them from the others, their masks of false pretenses came off and their true feelings annoyance, pressure, and exasperation were given the chance to breathe. Luckily none of these feelings were directed at one another, instead they were felt by each of them towards their houseguests.

"Man, talk about your freeloaders," Hyde gripped to his 'wife.' "First they let themselves into the house without knocking. They've practically taken over the living room in there and now they've invited themselves to eat our food. Wait," he suddenly stopped himself from saying another word as he replayed his previous statements and a frightening realization hit him. "Think pretending to be the owner of this house might actually be makin' me act like the owner of the house."

"As long as you don't start losing your hair, we're fine." Jackie was quick to brush off Hyde's alarm.

It wasn't that she didn't care about his concerns, but to her there were worse things that Steven could turn into besides Mr. Forman. In her eyes it wasn't too much of a problem, especially not when they had an actual problem on their hands.

She leaned back against the sink and slumped her shoulders, "Steven, what're we gonna do now?"

"About what?"

"About dinner," Jackie replied, upset that she had to remind him. "We have to serve Annie and Phil dinner. And not just dinner, a full course dinner. On fancy china plates! And none of us know how to make a full course meal. Even worse than that is, I've seen the Forman's china dishes, they're as tacky as tacky can get." A frustrated groan left her lips. "Ugh, I knew I should've brought my unicorn candy dish, at least then we could've said we bought that set of dishes and were just waiting for them to come in."

Hyde stared at Jackie, deciding to hold in the comment about the real tacky plate pattern. She already looked pretty upset and Hyde didn't want to be the guy to kick someone when they were down. He'd been that guy before, he'd been that guy before with Jackie. Sure, time had passed and they were on somewhat better terms—without even taking into consideration their charade marriage—but he was still angry at himself for being that guy with her. She'd didn't deserve that.

He didn't want to be that guy with her again, especially not now when she really needed his help.

Jackie gazed at him with big, sad, brown eyes. "What're we gonna do about dinner?"

"Thought that's what a butler was for," Hyde said, ready to push the dilemma on one of their friends.

"Our butler would serve us diabetes on a plate," she reminded him as he walked over to the refrigerator.

Considering their 'butler's' personal preferences and the previous spread of sugary h'orderves, Hyde had to agree that Jackie had made a valid point. With this thought in mind he pulled open the fridge and smirked at his findings. Even when she wasn't here Mrs. Forman was still saving their butts.

"Mrs. Forman left us a bunch of leftovers and premade food."

She hurried over to the fridge trying to catch a glimpse inside. "Oh my God, really? What kind?"

"Looks like we've got a few choices," he stated before pulling out a few of the Tupperware containers, ignoring the handwritten labels Kitty had marked with when to eat the food. "We got spaghetti, meatloaf, chili, chicken casserole…"

"Steven, stop, stop," Jackie interrupted, shaking her head stepping away from the icebox, her footsteps heavy with disappointment. "We can't serve any of that food to Annie."

Hyde's forehead furrowed into a frown. He didn't like the way Jackie had gestured her hand to the open appliance and referred to the provided meals from Mrs. Forman as 'that food.' As much as Hyde enjoyed fast food fries and burgers, he'd chose a homemade meal from Mrs. Forman any day of the week. He knew how much time and love she put into making that food and when he was younger these meals made by Mrs. Forman were sometimes the only real meals he'd get to eat some days. Now Jackie was saying Mrs. Forman's cooking wasn't good enough for precious Annie? Maybe the truth was the opposite, Annie wasn't good enough for anything Mrs. Forman made.

"Why not?"

Her face softened, erasing some of her visible frustration. "It has nothing to do with Mrs. Forman's cooking," she assured as if she'd been able to read his mind. "It's just, this food is all leftovers or premade food. We need to serve Annie and Phil something fresh without the icky refrigerator taste. We need to have food that will make this house smell so good it makes their mouth's drool. And maybe then Annie will be the one drooling!"

Seeing Jackie excitement at the prospect of catching Annie drool, Hyde had to smirk just a bit as he shut the refrigerator's door.

"But how are we supposed to serve them something that is fresh, has a mouthwatering scent, and tastes good?" she asked then practically heaved out an exasperated sigh. "It's impossible!"

Hyde gave a modest shrug, "Or I could make it."

"Yeah, right Steven, or you could make it," Jackie repeated the words in a somewhat of a mocking tone. It wasn't that she was mad at him, well not him exactly. She was upset that he was making these suggestion that would be of no use to them instead of helping her come up with one that would not only work but somehow outdo Annie.

"Jackie, I cook," he reminded since it appeared that she had forgotten his job at the hotel a few years back.

"Yes, Steven, you can cook," muttered Jackie, while really thinking of a better plan. She hated the way he was pushing this idea and making the suggestion sound as if it were that easy. Then she realized it was that easy! Her eyes grew with her growing bout of excitement. "Oh my God, Steven. You can cook!"

"That's what I just said."

Not paying any attention to the bleak way that Hyde spoke his words, Jackie stepped towards him and placed her hands on his upper arms. He looked down at her, catching her eyes staring into his as she beamed up at him.

"You are the best husband ever!" she happily declared before throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing her body against his.

Her hug more than startled Hyde a bit. Since the whole Sam thing he never thought he'd find himself in Jackie's arms, even for a friendly hug. But here they were now, in the Forman's kitchen with her hugging him close, like the last few years had never happened. And though Jackie's hug had been instant, reflexive even, Hyde was unsure of what to do with his arms. Did she expect him to hug her back? He didn't want to…did he?

As if he'd been covered in gooey egg yolks, Jackie pulled her arms off of Hyde and let go of him before backing away—just before Hyde's own arms could close around her.

"I mean if we were married," Jackie corrected herself but caught what she had said and how it probably wasn't the best thing to say to Steven Hyde. "Not that we will get married. Or that I want us to. Anymore."

Jackie could hear herself rambling on and she hated it. She sounded like Eric! Well Normal Eric which was probably worse than sounding like Flamboyant Gay Eric. She couldn't help it though. It was the talk about their future and marriage that had caused them to break up, he was scared of commitment. Or at least commitment to her since he appeared to have no problem committing to some bimbo stripper…

That was beside the point though. She stumbled over her words in an Eric-like fashion because she didn't want to scare him off. He was the one person who was really making this charade play off well. And one could only imagine the delight Annie would find in finding out Jackie had scared her 'husband' off into leaving her.

She took a breath and smiled, "I'm really glad you can cook."

"Me too," Hyde agreed, "Remember your last cooking attempt? Forman's still got bruises from those cookies."

Though Jackie didn't exactly like the reminder of her lack of cooking skills, a bigger smile managed to form its way onto her lips when she thought about the way that she and Hyde had worked together when throwing the cookies at Eric and Fez after Eric kept bringing up the fact that Kelso and Angie had slept together. Mrs. Forman's attempts at teaching her to bake may not have gone very well but Steven had managed to teach her to throw with better aim, making her cookies hit Eric's back instead of just the heels of his feet.

"We make a pretty good team, don't we?" Jackie finally voiced the thought she'd been thinking for the past few hours.

Hyde had gone back to the icebox to look inside and figure out what he could make with the ingredients he had. "Never said we didn't."

Jackie nodded her head.

That was true, Hyde had never said that they didn't work well together and neither had she. That was because they did make a good team. It's why Michael had chosen the two of them as Betsy's Godparents, besides the fact that they were obviously the better looking choice and little girls need good looking role models to look up to. The point was, they were a good team. It was just hard to stay on the same team when they each had different game plans they wanted to follow.

"Do you think we're fooling Annie?" she asked, eyeing the door that she wasn't ready to push past.

"Don't know," he replied, walking back over to the stove top a few cold Tupperware containers in his arms. He really wasn't too sure if they were fooling her or not, at times it seemed like they were while other times it was like she knew everything. "Think right now, she's probably more concerned with making sure her Fraggle of a husband doesn't make any more slip ups."

"What do you mean?"

"The guy's a freakin' overactive puppet, Jackie."

"No, not about Phil," she began to clarify. "About him slipping up. What do you mean by that?"

"Okay, you cannot leave me alone that woman again," Donna stomped in through the kitchen's swinging door, cutting off Hyde's answer before it even started.

Hyde didn't seem to mind the interruption though. "Which one? Annie or your husband."

"Both," the redhead grumbled with irritation that somewhat faded away as she continued. "Well mostly Annie."

"I thought the two of you were best friends," Jackie stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

Having Donna act like she was on Annie's side had been frustrating because it had involved her and Steven having to act fast on their feet with the new loopholes their friends were adding to their fantasy life. However, it wasn't just the extra improv moments the budding friendship created that upset Jackie, it was the reminder of when Donna chose another one of Jackie's enemies to befriend while practically leaving her out in the cold.

"Well we're not," Donna wanted to make sure that this was clear. "I'm starting to see the real Annie and she's a lot like you were when you first started hanging out in the basement. But like a million times worse. Which I didn't even think was possible.

Jackie simply stared at Donna, arms still firmly folded over her chest. "You think Annie is worse than me?" There was a beat. "Oh Donna, that is so sweet!"

It looked like the two friends had made up or were on the recovery road. Donna smiled while Jackie's arms uncrossed themselves, one hand flying to her chest as the other reached out to touch Donna's arm. Jackie had on an even larger smile than the redhead, it was a nice scene to see both Jackie's happiness and the patch up between friends, but Hyde wasn't up to forgiving and forgetting so quickly.

"Still threw us under the bus plenty of times," he reminded.

"I know. And I'm sorry," apologized Donna, sounding sincere in her own way. As she continued she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I just got upset with the roles you gave me and Eric in this whole Jackie Dreamhouse play and I guess we just wanted to get you guys back by sabotaging pretty much everything you said."

"Okay, first of all Donna, this" Jackie waved her hand in the air, her gesture focusing on the house as a whole, "is not my dream house. Secondly," both her voice and face softened with care. "I'm sorry too. But you know one thing I never changed, and would never change from real life to this fantasy life?"

Cautiously, Donna eyed the smaller woman, she felt a burn in the works. "What?"

A smile grew itself onto Jackie's lips, but it didn't exactly make Donna feel any better. "The fact that you're my best friend, Donna."

"Wow, Jackie," Donna slowly blinked her eyes, taken aback by what she'd heard; soon enough, a grin appeared on her face. "That's actually really sweet."

Nodding her head, Jackie continued to smile, "But I would probably change the amount of plaid that you wear."

Donna knew she shouldn't have been surprised by Jackie's second statement but she was. Really, what did this family have against plaid, she wondered. She was tempted to ask but decided against and kept the question to herself. However the frown that had formed the same time as the question, remained visible on her face.

"What?" Jackie asked, not liking the frown she was being given from Donna. "I said probably, Donna."

"So what were you guys talking about?" Donna asked, deciding not to comment on Jackie's statement, but also not ready to go back out to the living room with Annie and Phil.

"Steven, thinks Annie's hiding something."

The redhead rocked her head up and down, "I believe that."

Hyde's smirk became just barely visible at hearing that someone agreed with his theory. Jackie too seemed excited and hopeful that her cousin could in fact be hiding something, but she managed to stop herself from breaking out the champagne just yet. (And if and when she did, it would be an expensive kind of champagne!)

"Wait, you're not just saying this because we're friends right?" Jackie wanted to make sure.

"No. And I'm not just saying it because I want you to beat Annie, either," added Donna, sounding very serious. "Literally. As in I'll hold her down while you kick her in the shins."

Not more than a second after the words were spoken, the kitchen door swung open and a grayish bluish blur ran into the room.

"Where's the chick fight?" Michael Kelso asked, looking around the room with wide expectant eyes, resembling an overeager dog who'd heard the sound of his dog food being prepared.

"There's no fight, Michael," Jackie informed with irritation on her face and in her voice. "We were just talking about one."

Kelso's happiness swiftly deflated into disappointment. "Talk? Aw, man. This is all cuz of my stupid Girl Fight Radar being so high." Then just as quickly as his happiness disappeared it came back when he spotted an inviting contained on the counter. "Man, is that chili? Score!"

The young 'astronaut' snatched the container off the counter and tore off the top before digging into the brown mush. He didn't even seem to mind that it was still cold; but at least he had the decency to grab a spoon to scoop out the chilly chili.

Jackie brushed off the antics of her first boyfriend and focused on the others in the room along with their previous conversation. "Do you really think this could be true?"

"Yeah," nodded Hyde.

Donna agreed with an, "I think so."

"Oh yeah, totally." Kelso was eager to add with his mouth full of chili.

Three heads turned to look at the taller man, each wearing their own form of a frown; they hadn't been expecting him to speak up and agree too.

"You even know what we're talking 'bout?" Hyde was the one to ask the question.

"Yeah," Kelso swallowed his food. "A chick-fight. I'm all for it."

"Don't you worry I'll be back before you can say fifty Mississippi," a new voice was heard saying loud and clear.

The sound of the newcomer soon took the spotlight off Kelso and shifted over to that same kitchen door where people seemed to be coming in through more than going out of. This time it was Eric who stood under the doorframe, one foot in the kitchen while the rest of him was still in the other room.

"Fifty Mississippi!" shouted a gleeful Phil.

"Oh you!" Eric playfully chided, loosening his right wrist so that his hand bent downwards. He pulled himself into the kitchen and let the door swing back behind him before looking at his group of friends. "Okay, what is going on in here? And why wasn't I invited to this little powwow?"

Powwow? Jackie arched an eyebrow. "You know your performance only has to go on in front of Annie and Phil, right?"

Eric stared at the petite woman for several seconds then raised up his pointer finger. "A performer never breaks character. Never." When Eric caught the odd looks he was getting from the others as well as the clearly annoyed look from his girlfriend, he decided now might be a good time to at least put a pause on his character. He cleared his throat. "I actually came in here to get Kelso to bring out some more Moonpies. Think Annie really liked them."

"Really?" Jackie asked, only slightly surprised but very much pleased. "This is perfect. Michael get more Moonpies, a lot more, and give them all to Annie. Make sure she eats them all. Shove them down her mouth if you have to."

Kelso shifted his eyes from side to side, looking for help from the others. "Uh…"

"Jackie," Donna started to say.

"No, no, it's okay. It's good," insisted Jackie, not wanting to be interrupted and risk the chance to plot this idea. "See Michael will feed Annie tons of Moonpies and then Annie will get fat. Maybe she'll even gain more weight than I do during my pregnancy!"

Jackie's squeal of excitement brought a great amount of concern to the others; specifically concern for her mental health.

Recalling the previous question she asked him moments ago, Eric curved up one of his own eyebrows. "Jackie, you know you're not really pregnant right?"

"I know," she swiftly replied; hoping the quickness of her answer overthrew any emotions that the words might have been said in. If not, there was always Plan B. "Michael, get out there and give Annie more Moonpies."

"But I'm eatin' chili."

"I don't care. Go."

A pout worked its way onto his lips when he suddenly found his hands chili-less when Jackie yanked the bowl and spoon out of his hands.

"Fine," he muttered, "But after I do that can we talk about you and Donna taking on Annie in a cat fight?"

"No," both women firmly denied.

Kelso's shoulders dropped heavily. "Man, we never get to do anything I want."

"Anything you want?" Donna couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Kelso, you're an astronaut named Hoyt."

Despite his best efforts, a grin gradually cracked onto his face. "Yeah, I'm pretty awesome. Fine, I'll go."

Instead of making sure that the kettlehead followed through with his words, Jackie looked over at the man playing the part of her gay brother-in-law which in turn led her to miss seeing Kelso take back the bowl of chili from where it had been sat on the counter.

"Eric, whatdoyouthink Annie's secretis?" she asked bared taking a breath between her words, she was getting impatient.

Unfortunately Eric couldn't give her an answer to the question because he could barely understand it. "W…wait, what?"

"Look Jackie, it's not that hard to figure out what Annie's trying to hide from you," Donna said, when she spotted the fiery look of anger her friend was looking at her boyfriend with. "I mean there've been a few slip ups here and there. And that whole sleeping in separate rooms thing, guess who else slept in separate rooms?"

"Oo Dick Van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore," guessed Kelso.

"That was separate beds not spate rooms," Eric corrected, assuming his friend was referring to the characters the actors played; Rob and Laura Petrie.

Jackie glanced over her shoulder at her chili eating, ex-boyfriend. He wasn't supposed to be in here. He was supposed to be in the living room, helping Annie get fat. She wanted to tell him this but she really, really wanted to know what secret Donna seemed so convinced Annie was hiding.

"Ricky and Lucy?"

Getting irritated by Kelso's questions, Hyde stared at the older boy with a straight, Zen expression. "Don't think she was lookin' for actual guess, Kelso."

"She said, guess, Hyde." Kelso threw back out.

"My parents," Donna informed, clearly Hyde wasn't the only one infuriated with Kelso's guessing. "They slept and stayed in separate rooms and well…you know what happened."

Donna's words put an idea into Jackie's head. "Oh my God."

"Wait," Kelso stepped forward, one palm open in a halting position. "So are you saying Phil and Annie are nudist or swingers? Cuz I'm good with either!"

"No, you dillhole, they could be having marriage problems," Donna stated, angered by Kelso bringing up other unpleasant memories of her parents.

"Oh my God," Jackie repeated, this time as if she had suddenly figured something out. "I was thinking that you were catching them on their whole 'swinging marriage' thing, but having marriage problems is even better!"

A scowl indented itself on Donna's forehead, while she disliked Annie, memories of her parent's marriage problems lingered in her mind stirring up old feelings of confusion, frustration, and sadness.

"Jackie, no it's not. Having marriage problems is not better. It's not a good thing for anyone." Not even Annie.

"I know," Jackie nodded somberly, waited a beat and then grinned grandly again. "I can't stop smiling!"

Hyde thought it was pretty nice to see Jackie so happy for a change, and he wasn't exactly a fan of Annie either. However, maybe that was why Jackie's cheerful reaction didn't sit too well with him. She was happy to hear that Annie's life wasn't the fairytale she made it out to be, he was sort of happy about that too, don't get him wrong. But Jackie was just too happy, it was actually reminding him a lot of her cousin.

He debated telling her his own theory about Annie's secret but soon decided to share it. After all they were a team and had been working good together. So far.

"I don't know man," he began to share with the group. "Marriage problems are pretty bad but it's hard to have them if you don't have a marriage."

Jackie's smile switched into a frown. "Steven, what're you talking about?"

"I don't think they're married."

"Of course, they're married. They're Annie and Phil. They got married back…"Jackie stopped herself not wanting to bring up unhappy memories of what was going on in her life, their lives, when Annie and Phil had sent out their wedding invitations. "Back then."

"Just because two people get married doesn't mean they gotta stay married," Hyde gave the sad reminder.

"You think they're divorced?" the possibility startled Jackie, she had never considered it but now that she had… "This is the best day every! Well for me it is, but who cares about them, they're divorced."

Now Hyde was seeing more of the old Jackie and less of Annie.

"Think Phil might even be playing for the other team."

"What other team?" a puzzled Kelso asked Jackie, who was glowing with excitement.

Hyde didn't miss a beat, "The Bears."

"He's saying Phil's gay," Donna cleared up, unable to contain her smile of amusement from Hyde's comment.

Kelso just seemed to be getting more confused by it all. "I thought Eric was the gay one," he said aloud, trying to figure out what was going on. "Wait are we switching parts? Cuz if we are, I call switching with Hyde. So I can be married to Jackie which by marriage law means we gotta be doin' it."

The fist of Jackie's current husband, collided into Kelso's arm causing him to let out a sharp cry of pain.

"Guess that's what happens when your performance is so good," Eric stated, pretending to sound humble. "You not only convince and move your audience, you make then want to be like you."

"Wait, if anyone turned Phil gay, it was me and my man pretty looks," argued Kelso before he lifted his chin to strike a pose like he'd learned in his modeling days.

Eric nodded, eyeing the mechanic/astronaut uniform, "Yeah, keep telling yourself that, grease monkey."

"Ah!"

Jackie saw no point in this argument. She knew that you couldn't turn someone gay, and even if you could she liked to think that Annie had been the one behind it.

"Hey!" she called out, keeping the pointless conversation from continuing. "We're forgetting who this all effects the most. Me! I mean how great would it be if it turns out that Phil is gay and that's why they got divorced?"

Donna seemed a bit weary at that suggestion. "I don't know Jackie, as someone who's been forced into that situation, it's not all it's cracked up to be."

"Donna, I meant for me," Jackie clarified as if she shouldn't have had to. "But the best part is, if this is true, it means my real life of being alone and single is way better than Annie's' real life of being alone and divorced. Single beats divorced any day."

"So you're gonna come clean with everything?" asked Eric.

"No." Jackie instantly responded. "Sure single might beat divorced but married beats both single and divorced. We're sticking with this story and trying to crack Annie into revealing her secret."

As Jackie looked around the room, seeing all of her friends surrounding her, back on her team and ready to help, she felt not only happy but hopeful. With the help of her friends, she was sure that this could be the year that she was able to prove, once and for all, that she and her life were better than Annie and hers. She was finally going to win!

"Wait," Jackie suddenly said as she realized something that put a hiatus to her celebration plans. "If all of us are in here, who's out there with Phil and Annie?"

0o0o0o

Meanwhile in the living room there stood a nervous Fez, two pairs of eyes were staring up at him. But he sore they were boring into his soul, which made him feel even more uneasy.

He tried to make small talk with the houseguests. "Pie?"

0o0o0o

After it dawned on them that they had left Fez alone, defenselessly and vulnerable, with Annie and Phil, the group herded out back in the living room to save both their friend and their story—if need be. Miraculously, Annie did not question them when they all filed back into the room, she did look at them a bit strangely but the look went ignored as Jackie, Hyde, and the others sat back down into their seats.

"You know, Annie," Jackie began, making sure her tone was polite and sweet as she started to put into action the parts of the plan she and the others shortly worked out in the kitchen. "you and Phil have been here for such a long, long time, shouldn't you go to your hotel to check-in? You don't want to lose your reservations do you? So why don't you two go to that, get settled in for an hour…"

"Or two," added Hyde.

"Or three," Donna couldn't help but mutter.

Not wanting to be left out Hoyt contributed too, "Or four."

"Take as much time as you need," continued Jackie before anyone could add more. "Then you can come back and we'll all have dinner together."

Annie smiled like she knew something Jackie didn't. "Oh Jackie, don't be preposterous. A hotel? Like we could really find one in this dingy little town."

While worried looks were subtly exchanged between Hyde, Donna, and Eric, the corners of Jackie's mouth pulled downwards. A hotel was going to give them a break from Annie. Give them a chance to plan and plot. Now there was no hotel? Were they ever going to get rid of these people?

"You didn't get a hotel," Jackie said, thought it was meant to be a question, she already knew the answer.

"It wasn't part of the plan, Jackie."

Jackie matched Annie's overly sweet tone of voice with her own, pulling on her own tight smile that actually hurt her face. "Well you didn't share those plans with me, Annie."

The blonde shrugged, carefree and happily, "They weren't my plans to share."

Immediately everyone looked at the dark haired man seated beside Annie, he felt their eyes on him and smiled back.

"Guilty," he admitted, sounding a little shy as he did so. "We're family now, family stays with family. Which you know, goes for you guys too. Next time you're in California you're staying with us, not if, buts, or coconuts," he informed with a bright smile then turned to Eric. "You should come with them too, we could be sleepover buddies."

"Um, yeah. Sure," Eric agreed, somewhat taken aback by the suggestion but mostly the revelation of no hotel; luckily he managed to get back into character in a jiffy. "But I call brining the avocado face masks."

Phil's grin beamed off his face, "I'll bring the chips!"

Noticing Jackie's silence and the way her smile had shrunk, now that most focus was off her, Annie had to comment on it.

"Jackie, dear, are you okay?" she asked with fabricated concern. "Us staying here with all of you isn't a problem is it?"

"No, no, of course not," the other young woman was quick to dismiss the idea. "I was just trying to decide which room we could set you and Phil up in."

Annie sat herself up straighter, "You know in our house…"

"Yeah, Annie, we know. You've gotta like ten guest rooms," Hyde bragged for the blonde making her smile rather than upsetting her.

"I guess we could put you in Fez's room," concluded Jackie.

"The Star Wars room?"

"The butler's room?"

Hyde smirked before offering an alternative, "There's always Motel 6."

"The butler's room will be fine," Annie replied, looking straight at Hyde as she said her words.

Phil was more than ready to stay in a Star Wars decorated room, however, he did feel bad that the room did belong to someone else. "You know, I really don't wanna put anyone out. Even the butler, we could stay somewhere else…"

"Phil, he's a butler and he's foreign," Phil was reminded by his ever thoughtful wife. "He's used to being put out. He'll be fine."

Though Phil seemed to have been swayed by Annie's words, there was someone who was angered by them. Donna was the one to noticed the look of fury on 'the butler's' face, it was probably people like Annie that always made the butler's guilty in murder mystery novels.

"Fez, why don't you get us some more of this…dip?" she suggested, wanting to give Fez a break, like they'd gotten, but wasn't sure exactly what the content of the small bowl was.

Muttering something sounding very foreign and very angry, Fez grabbed the bowl and gave Annie the stink eye as he left into the kitchen.

"Are you sure us staying here isn't a problem?" Annie asked once more.

Jackie shook her head, "Nope, not for us. There might be a problem for you though."

Annie blinked her eyes a few times. "Excuse me?"

Barely containing her smile, Jackie shrugged, "I mean, you and Phil will have to sleep in the same room. I know it's not something you're used to doing…"

"We'll be fine," Annie assured. "I assume you and Steven will be fine sleeping in the same room and bed, together?"

"We'll be fine," Jackie repeated Annie's reply, ignoring the weird flutter her heart made at her cousin's question as well as the not so happy expression Hyde now wore.

Eric watched the stare down between the cousins, the tension was thick, "Then I guess everything's fine."

The second that the words were released out into the universe the swinging door was pushed open with a force that could turn everything upside down—or in this case, possibly right side up.

"Kitty, I don't want to hear it. I've been driving for almost eight hours, all I wanna do is sit in my chair and watch TV with a cold beer in my hand," Red Forman grumbled on to his wife as they walked into their living room. He stopped mid step when he saw the state of the room and his scowl deepened at the crowd. "What the hell are you dumbasses doing up here? And why is the foreigner my kitchen rattling on about pie?"

Paralyzed by shock and fear, none of the basement gang could do anything but gape at the sight of the Formans back home very early from their trip. Kitty looked saddened while Red was more than angry—and appeared to be getting angrier and scarier.

They couldn't get their mouths to form any words and this upset Red even more, because after all, Red Forman did not like going ignored, if he asked you a question you damn well answered it. He was ready to remind this gang of misfits of this fact when Red noticed the two unfamiliar faces in the group.

He turned to his wife, "Damn it, Kitty, they brought in two more strays."

Annie was appalled at being referred to as a 'stray' by this angry bald man, she swung her head to look at her wide-eyed cousin. "And who are these people?"

Hyde and Jackie looked at each other, "Uh…"

Author's Note: So what did you think? Yay? Nay? A little of both? Kind of a cliffhanger ending, kinda not. Do you think Red and Kitty will get a part in this 'show?' what parts do you think they'll be?

Little-not-so-interesting-fact: Another one of my favorite episodes that follows a storyline like this story if The Nanny episode, "The Butler, The Husband, The Wife, and Her Mother." Used to love and obsess over The Nanny years ago, and this episode was actually the first one I ever saw. Yes, it was very confusing.

Also quick little heads up, the month of November is coming up and this means—some of you may know, some of you might not—I will start updating my thanksgiving story 'Guess Who's Coming to Dinner' soon. It's a story with some JH but also plenty of other characters involved too. Let's cross our fingers for more progress on that story this year. Keep your eyes open for an update!

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