Disclaimer: I don't own That 70's Show, its characters, Paramore, or its songs and lyrics.

A/N: This is after Sam. Fez and Jackie aren't together. It matches up with the song "Fences" by Paramore. Um, please review, because I like it. Love you guys!

"Don't look up, just let them think there's no place else you'd rather be.

You're always on display for everyone to watch and learn from.

Don't you know by now?

You can't turn back, 'cause this road is all you'll ever have.

It's obvious that you're dying, dying.

Just living proof that the camera's lying.

And oh-oh-open wide, 'cause this is your night.

So smile, 'cause you'll go out in style.

You'll go out in style."

-Paramore, "Fences"

"Really, Jackie?" Donna asked. She looked wary of her friend. "Isn't that a year from…?"

Chicago. That was what she was going to say. A year from Chicago.

"Oh, Donna, don't be silly, that doesn't matter anymore," Jackie said with her old sense of assuredness, waving off the idea with her hand. "I just want a party to celebrate everyone being back together again!"

Eric was back from Africa, Michael and Brooke were coming down with Betsey, and everyone would be together again. That was the perfect excuse for a party, right?

Donna still looked unsure. "I don't know, Jackie, I just think it'd be kind of difficult, that's all."

"Because of me?" said Jackie. "I'll be fine, honestly, Donna. I'm really glad that you're looking out for me, but I'm fine. Really." Jackie knew how much her friends had been discussing her these past few months, but she couldn't take it anymore. Maybe they were right, but she couldn't let them know that. She had to show them she was fine, even if she wasn't.

Donna sighed. "Fine," she consented. "You can have your party."

Jackie smiled, and Donna joined her.

"A party?" asked Hyde.

"Yep," said Eric. "Friday night?"

Hyde nodded, grunting a response.

Eric said nothing. He knew what Hyde was thinking. He wasn't sentimental on the outside, but Eric knew that Hyde was remembering what had happened a year from Friday. He knew how much his friend had been suffering, ever since Sam came. And, for once, he wished Hyde would be with Jackie, because that's what seemed to make the two of them happy.

"And, um, who's throwing the party?" he asked.

"Jackie," replied Eric. He'd been surprised, like Donna, and nervous. She hadn't been the only one to see what Jackie was going through. All of them saw it, except maybe Hyde. Eric sometimes thought he was so busy trying not to look at his ex so much that he missed the obvious things about her that had changed.

She didn't do much now. She worked constantly, never having a moment to spare, taking on extra hours, and hardly going out anymore. She hardly slept, Donna had told him, and she'd sometimes forget to eat for a day.

And she cried. Donna had told him that during the first few months, she cried nonstop, even though she tried not to let anyone see it.

Now, she hardly cried. Or showed any emotion, whatsoever. It was like the months that followed Sam showing up had dried her of any emotion she had left. She was like Hyde when he was trying to be Zen. Only she didn't choose this. This was just how she was now, all of the time.

He sat there, looking at Hyde, who was showing no emotion.

It was like living with two zombies.

And Eric was scared for both of them. He saw how dangerously close they were, and he was constantly on the lookout for the thing that would push them over the edge.

Michael and Brooke showed up on Thursday afternoon, Betsey cradled in Brooke's arms.

They stayed and chatted for a while, before getting settled in upstairs- they were staying in Laurie's old room for this trip.

It was late at night when Hyde heard the door open. He didn't look up.

"Hey, man." It was Kelso.

Hyde nodded a reply.

Kelso sat down. He seemed uncomfortable, which was out of place, for him. He usually was comfortable in any situation, even if it made other people feel the opposite.

Kelso sat there for a moment, trying to figure out how to get the words out. Finally, he just let them come. "Hey, Hyde, have you seen Jackie lately?" he asked.

Hyde gave him an annoyed look. "Yes," he said. "It's not like she never comes here."

"No, I mean have you gotten a good look at her lately?" he persisted.

"Unlike you, Kelso, I try not to 'get a good look' at my exes," Hyde stated.

Kelso's eyes narrowed a bit. "Honestly, man, take a look around you. If you look at her, then you'll see that there's something up."

Hyde finally turned to look at him, surprised to see the concern in his friend's eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, she looks like she's about to snap, man. She doesn't smile, she doesn't laugh, not really, and she's gotten way skinnier- I haven't seen her eat all day. And Donna says she doesn't sleep, all she does is work, and she doesn't do anything anymore. She's- she's not Jackie," he finished. "I've only been here four hours, and I can see that, and Brooke can too."

Hyde stiffened. No, he hadn't seen these things. Okay, maybe he had, but he was trying so hard to block all things about her that he'd managed to block that too. Now that Kelso was saying it, Hyde saw it all in his mind's eye. Kelso was right. She didn't eat, didn't sleep, didn't laugh, didn't smile, didn't go out, didn't do anything.

And it all came down to him. Because it was his fault.

"I think she's gonna snap soon," said Kelso. "She looks like she can only take a few more days. You gotta talk to her, man."

Hyde nodded lamely. That was all he could do.

He watched for her at the Forman's house. It wasn't like her to be like this. It was her party, she would've been here first.

Getting worried, he walked up to Donna. "Where is she?" he demanded.

It had been weeks since he'd even mentioned Jackie, but Donna knew exactly who he meant. "She'll be down in a few minutes. Don't worry, I just checked on her."

Hyde hated the way she said that, like Jackie was a girl that needed checking up on. Like she was that small and helpless.

But maybe she was. Thanks to him.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her walking down the stairs. She looked absolutely radiant. She was wearing a bright green dress, which made her eyes sparkle so much it made him dizzy. Her hair was perfectly curled, her make-up perfectly applied. Hyde was having trouble not walking straight up to her and kissing her.

But underneath it all, he still saw what his friends had been saying to him. He saw how skinny she was, how the make-up couldn't quite cover the dark circles under her eyes, how her smile didn't really reach her eyes.

It was all an act.

He had to fix that. Kelso had convinced him, with his little speech, and he was going to change everything tonight.

He waited a little while, wanting to have the perfect moment. He finally came up with the idea of finding her at midnight. She would like the fairy-tale-ness of that.

So he waited, passing the time with everyone, waiting for midnight to come.

Right before midnight, he got caught up holding Betsey while Brooke went to go stop Kelso from burning down the Forman's kitchen. By the time she came back, it was five minutes after midnight.

"Mrs. Forman," he asked as the woman passed by him. "Where's Jackie go?"

"She just went back to Donna's to go get something, dear," she told him, before walking off again with Red.

Hyde nodded. He could wait. He would wait.

It was twelve thirty, and still no sign of Jackie. He walked to Donna's house, and called for her inside. No answer.

He walked around, searching every corner of the house for her. No Jackie.

Suddenly something caught his eye. It was a tiny book, poking out from underneath her sheet. He pulled it out. It was her diary. He flipped to the last page she'd written in.

Dear Diary,

I've finally decided. I'm leaving. Donna is so good, and she's been looking out for me. But I can't stand it anymore. I'm sick of being the one that everyone worries about. So I just won't be around anymore.

I'm leaving at midnight. Just like the story. I'll even be wearing a pretty dress. I don't know where I'm going. But he won't be there, and I won't be stuck bothering him, or anyone else, anymore.

Maybe I'll come back for you. Maybe I won't. I don't know yet.

But I have to go.

Hyde just stared at the page, amazed that it had taken him until last night to see how everything went so wrong for her. And how wrong her life was. And she was leaving.

Because of him. He didn't know if she was running away for him, or running away from him, but he had to go find her.

The pang in his heart when he read that line still hurt. 'I won't be stuck bothering him anymore.'

She never bothered him. She was perfect for him. And he needed her.

He raced out the door, and to his car, parked right outside the Forman's house.

He didn't know where he was going, but she couldn't be terribly far, so he'd find her. He had to find her.

Kelso had been right. She had been close to snapping. She'd just snapped, trying to sever all ties with them forever- especially him. That thought killed him every time it went through his mind.

He was just driving, thinking of anyplace that she might be. A shadow flickered over his windshield. The water tower.

He stopped, got out of the car, and climbed the ladder up to the top of the water tower. He looked around. No Jackie.

He sighed, closing his eyes, and slumped against the metal frame, punching the railing with his fist. It hurt. But not as much as the thought of losing her.

He opened his eyes, and scanned the distance, looking for places she might be.

A sparkle caught his eye. He looked towards it. It was the lake. Even in the dark, he could still see a shadow in the water.

He practically flew down the ladder, jumping down on the last five rungs. He raced to the water, ignoring the icy feeling in his lungs.

When he got there, he saw her floating, face-up. She looked so peaceful there, so beautiful, so still and serene.

He breathed another sigh of relief when he saw that she was breathing.

He immediately jumped into the frigid water, and swam over to where she was, pulling her body close to his. She didn't open her eyes, or hardly move at all.

He pulled her out onto the grass by the lake, wondering why she wouldn't move. He glanced at the lake. There were small bits of ice appearing on the surface of the water. He shivered.

It was too cold for her, especially in the condition she was in.

He looked at her dress, and saw the tiny ice particles on the edges. She was going to freeze to death.

He picked her up, and raced her back to his car. He carefully took off her dress, dropping the frigid, soaking thing to the ground, and covering her with a blanket from his trunk. He sat in her in the passenger seat, piling up blankets on her.

Thank goodness he had Forman had gone camping a few nights ago- they still had extra blankets and sleeping bags in the car.

He buckled the seat belt over her and the many blankets, and got in on the other side. He raced to the hospital, carrying her in.

She was accepted immediately, and all Hyde could think as he watched them wheel her away was that she would like it, this beautiful, tragic story-tale ending.

Jackie blinked. "Steven?" she asked.

He smiled. She was awake. Awake and alive. "Jackie."

"You're here," she said. She seemed to take in her surroundings. "Where is here?"

"You're in the hospital," he replied.

"Why?" she asked.

"You were in the lake, and you nearly froze to death," he said.

She nodded. "Oh, yeah, I remember now. It was after the party, and the lake was very, very cold." She frowned. "Why were you there?"

"Because I came to find you," he said. "Jackie, I miss you. And I love you."

She said nothing.

"Jackie, I'm sorry."

She nodded. "I'm sorry too," she replied, leaning up to give him a kiss.

Hyde smiled as he kissed her. "Does this mean we can be us again?" he asked.

Jackie smiled. "Please?"

The two of them grinned, the first time either of them had really, truly smiled in months now, ever since Chicago.

"Steven?" Jackie asked, as he was holding her.

"Mmm?"

"Did you get the dress from the lake?" she asked, her voice concerned.

He laughed. He had his old Jackie back.

A/N: So, what did you think? I like the whole fairy-tale aspect, and that seemed very Jackie-like. It was a bit dramatic, but still. I really like writing Jackie/Hyde stuff with Paramore songs. I feel like it really works together. I have two more coming, so please review!