I do not own any of the characters from That 70's Show. This is my original story. Though the plot has been written before, these are my own words.

Point Place- 1982

Hyde's POV

It has been a little over two years since Sam left. That day still plays fresh in my head. Her husband, actual husband, shows up at the basement to take her back to Vegas. I can't really say that I was disappointed but rather relieved. It isn't that I hated being with Sam, I mean if you would have seen her you would have understood, she was hot man. I married a hot, blonde, flexible stripper. That's every man's dream but when she was finally out of my life, it was as if she had never even entered it.

It has been just as long since she went away. Not having spoken to her in about a year would make anyone think that I have forgotten everything about her, but I haven't. If I close my eyes I can still see her 5'2 95-lbs frame, her soft, brown hair cascading down on her shoulders and down her back. Her green and blue sparkling blue eyes which gave away every emotion she ever felt. The same eyes that gave way to the many tears I was responsible for. For over a year she was my entire life, my entire world and I was hers. Then a drunken mistake, which led to Sam, led to both our worlds crumbling in a matter of seconds. We went from being lovers, to being friends, to being nothing. Jackie Burkhart. I'm not sure what she's doing right now or who she's with, but one think I am sure of, she's not thinking about me the way I'm thinking about her.

Chicago- 1982

In Jackie's apartment

Jackie is running late for work. It's her first week at a new TV station and, given that her boss is extremely uptight and bitchy she knows that she can not afford to be late. She was, after all, her boss's assistant and her absence would surely go noticed. "Hurry up Stevie baby mommy has to go to work." Jackie tries to pick up after her son. She looks around the room and realizes that she wouldn't be able to pick it up without being late to work so she decides to leave it and pick up the toys and clothes her son has thrown around her apartment when she got back from work. She realized how exhausted she was. Not only did she have to care for Stevie by herself, but she had to deal with a demanding boss and be on call whenever she calls. "Mommy I can't find my glasses" "Stevie, we'll look for them later, we really need to go baby mommy's already late for work." She picks up her sons backpack from the sofa and smiles at him as he comes out of his bedroom with a pout that resembles her own. Her smile drops however, once she takes a look at his bright blue eyes. Those eyes shared by both her son and the man she had grown to love during her younger years and the man who hard broken her heart. The perfection that was her son had only been achieved by the joining of her body and his body...though at the time it had been the most pleasurable memory it now served as the most painful. As much as she loves her son, it pained her sometimes to look at him because of the resemblance he shared with his father. "Mommy did you hear me?" Coming out of her trance, Jackie turned to look at her son "HUH? What was that sweetie?" "I said that I'm ready mommy" Stevie reached up his arms so that Jackie would carry him. "Okay, well if my little man is ready to go, we shall go" says Jackie picking up her son and shaking his curly hair. She shuts off the light to her apartment, locks the door, and heads to her old Delorean. As she starts the ignition she realizes that she's going to be at least fifteen minutes late for work.