Hello All! I have decided to revive this long abandoned profile with a brand new fic in a brand new fandom I have not ventured in yet. For those that used to follow me in '09, I hope you'll enjoy the following story.

It's my first in T7S, but I assure you that it is a show very much loved.

DISCLAIMER: That 70s Show is not owned by me, sadly. No profit is made from these writings...again...sadly.

This follows events after Season 8. (I'm mostly Season 8 free -minus four or five episodes- so some liberties will be taken...because they must.)

[Prologue]

Steven's Big Adventure

Hyde had never been this high before.

He reached the top and gripped the trunk of the pine tree for dear life. His eyes were shaded by sunglasses and the only sign of discomfort came from his lips being in a slightly thinner line than normal.

He could see the clouds rolling in waves through the wind while the top of the pine trees stood tall. They hid exactly how high up he was which worked just as well for him. He looked up to see the stars and almost let go of the trunk. The guy at the gas station hadn't been kidding when he said this was the best place in the State to see the sky clearly.

The entire sky looked like someone had spilled millions of rhinestones on indigo. He took out his last smoke from the inside of his jacket and settled down on the sturdiest branch he could find. His uncle's boots rested along the branch while his back leaned on the trunk.

He inhaled the mountain air. Yeah, this was what it was about. Out of all the places he had been in the country, this had to be one his favorites. Right behind the Grand Canyon and that giant lake that mirrored the sky. What was the name again?

Hyde leaned his head back and stared. If he concentrated he could almost make out the stars rotating slowly. Those lights were millions of light years away, with no concerns over the beings on this floating rock. They were brilliant balls of gas whose light transcended time, but to them, he was irrelevant. Yet this irrelevant being couldn't make up his mind for the past –whatever long it'd been.

He had stopped counting the days after the first year. Knowing the number of days going by had only stressed him out and made him panic about taking too much time. He had still kept his promise, though. He sent a postcard to the Formans each time he got into a new destination, the first one his finger would land on when he twirled the display. But then he started noticing the dates the man behind the counter would stamp on the cards before putting them in the bag. So he started putting the money on the counter and walking away before they could stamp it in front of him. The last date he saw was December 12 1980.

After the first year he got rid of his watch, and made sure to stay away from the big cities. He had visited most of them by then anyways. How long had it been? He tried to sum up a rough estimate but so many of the days just bled together. He tried to count the amount of places he had been and gave up halfway. It couldn't have been more than three years. Three and a half max.

He focused on the sky again, and the earthy smells around him. Before his eyes was probably the most insane vision he'd ever had the chance to see. A sky so far out, never-ending. He was on the tallest mountain in the State and still he would never reach the sky. Hell, he'd probably never be able to if he climbed Mt. Everest. How many people ever really got to see things like this? Did conquering the world feel like this?

He closed his eyes briefly. This feeling of contentment, it had only coursed through him once before.

Hyde hiked down the mountain and made it back inside the El Camino. He kicked off the mud caked around his boots before closing the door. He glanced at his face in the rear view mirror and scratched at his beard.

What were the Formans doing now?Was Red still yelling at everyone? Was Mrs. Forman happy not being in Florida? Where was Donna? Were her and Eric back together? He wondered if Kelso was still in Chicago. Where was Fez? How was…-

He opened the glove compartment and slipped the Grateful Dead into his cassette player. He'd stayed away from radios too.

He walked back into the gas station but this time there was a different guy behind the counter. Undeniably he was sporting a porn-stache. Hyde silently laughed and shook his head when memories of himself in '79 came. It seemed galaxies away.

He picked out a postcard and put money on the counter. While the man rang him up he penned down the same address, the only address he'd been writing for God knew how long.

416 Marie Dr.

Point Place, WI

But this time he gave no updates about a boxcar he had hopped on. No news on a band of gypsies he'd stumbled upon or any news on a mountain lion that had scared the shit out of him. This time the words were different.

Hey Forman,

I think this might get to you too late but whatever.

I'm coming home, man.

Hyde.

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- - RckNRll Ninja