A/N: Well, hello there. I haven't actually used this account in three years. But I recently watched T70S for the first time, and whipped up this fic. It's a post canon fix it, that includes season 8. So, clearly I wanted justice, for a certain something. Hopefully, you guys enjoy reading this even half as much, as I'm enjoying writing it.

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of That 70's Show, its characters or anything else referenced within this work. No profit was made from this.

Part 1: We return to Point Place, Wisconsin for an unofficial 10 year high school reunion - which is actually a year late

Point Place, Wisconsin

August 8th, 1989, 5:02 PM

Point Place Price Mart

It was never his plan to go to his 10-year high school reunion. Hyde had gotten the invite, obviously, ridiculous looking and all, and thrown it in the trash immediately. He'd even considered using the garbage disposal in WB's kitchen to get rid of it, just to make a point. Even when taking into account, that he was against it on principle, ridiculous streamers, punch and reminiscing about all the good old times with people he hated and teachers he hated even more, none of his friends were coming. So, there wasn't even anyone who could reluctantly drag him to that.

Forman and Donna were in Japan, travelling around for a couple of months. Brooke was about to give birth to her and Kelso's second child, god help her, so Kelso wasn't leaving Chicago, in case he needed to drive Brooke to the hospital. Fez's salon in San Francisco couldn't close for the entire weekend, and the guy he owned the place with, was on vacation, so Fez was also out, and Jackie- Well, Jackie was thankfully a year younger than them, and even if she hadn't been, she probably wouldn't have tried to drag him to it anyway. She would have, once upon a time, but not anymore.

It was Forman's idea, that they do their own kind of reunion a year later. They could go the water tower, just him, Forman, Fez, Donna and Kelso, drink some beer, watch Kelso jump off if he was in the mood for it. To Hyde, it sounded a lot better than an actual high school reunion, so he was down for it, and all of them had been able to make it to Point Place that Saturday. Hyde made his way between the freezers, picking up the frozen potatoes, he needed for dinner, when he turned towards the milk cabinet, seeing probably the last person, he had expected to see in a Point Place grocery store, besides Robert Plant or something.

Jackie was standing with a carton of milk in her hand, looking at him without saying anything. Not only could Jackie not cook, she probably wouldn't have been caught dead in a grocery store either. He hadn't seen her in three years, not since Donna and Forman got married. Back then she'd been engaged to some douchey looking guy. Not that he'd actually asked, or even talked to her for that matter that day. But Fez had asked Donna, and he'd happened to overhear it. That was all. Jackie's hair was curlier, it looked like her hair would bounce when she walked. She was wearing a large camel coat, that dwarfed her. Probably the douche's coat or some shit. He opened his mouth to say something, probably to ask her, what had gotten into her, since she'd stooped down to going to a grocery store. He hadn't decided what to burn her with yet. "Hyde," she said as a way of a greeting, flatly.

It shouldn't have thrown him off so much, that she called him that. Everyone always called him that, except Mr and Mrs Forman, and WB. It wasn't a big fucking deal. Hell, Jackie had even called him that, before she got it into her head, that she was in love with him, after she broke up with Kelso. But she hadn't called him that since then. It had always been Steven in that loud, shrill voice. He didn't know what it was, but whatever burn, he had been planning for, died before he could say anything. "Jackie," he said instead, lamely.

Neither of them moved an inch. He looked at Jackie, and Jackie looked at him, and it was like they were having a competition to see who'd look away first. It felt like some hell version of those romantic movies, chicks always tried to get him to watch, where the two lovers just stare at each other, while the music swelled, right before they threw themselves at each other, like a bunch of idiots. Except there was no music, they weren't exactly lovers, and the likelihood of Jackie throwing herself at him was slim to say the least. Not that he wanted her to anyway.

"Whatever," he said with a small scoff, finally breaking the silence between them. He walked past her, opened the fridge, that stored the milk and closed it again. Jackie didn't say anything else. She didn't follow him either, when he walked towards the checkout, or talk to him on the parking lot, before he got into his car. Hyde didn't exactly want her to say shit anyway, they didn't exactly hate each other or anything, they just weren't friends either. Not anymore.

A small pathetic part of him, that he mostly managed to ignore, kind of missed talking to her. They hadn't been good at a lot of the big stuff, fought about the future or whatever, a lot of the time. But they were good at having fun together, and talking about the small stuff. They hadn't really worked out how to do that after, after all the shit that had happened in Chicago. Then she and Fez had moved to California, and he didn't see her every day anymore, and it was easier just to avoid her, when he did. Whatever, it wasn't like any of that mattered anymore.

Point Place, Wisconsin

August 9th, 1989, 9:06 PM

Point Place High School Gym

If you were to ask Jackie ten years ago, if she was looking forward to her high school reunion, the answer would have undoubtedly been yes. She'd known from her freshman year, that she was aiming to be head cheerleader before she graduated. That plan had largely been torpedoed, due to her spending more and more time in Eric Forman's basement, but she'd still cared what people thought about her, until about the start of her senior year. If nothing else, her high school reunion was an opportunity to see who had gotten fat, and to hold her undoubtedly superior life over the head of the girls, she'd hated in high school. At least, that was what she had imagined, when she had been in high school.

Jackie took another swig of her class of punch. It wasn't laced with alcohol, but it was better than talking for the time being. Sure, it didn't hurt that Julie's boyfriend hadn't proposed, or that Stacy hadn't been able to stay in shape, but in reality, Jackie couldn't bring herself to care too much. Jackie didn't have a rich husband like she'd expected to have or even a boyfriend, she lived in a relatively small apartment, and she didn't have any kids. She didn't have any of the things, she had expected to be able to taunt her former friends with, and she wasn't bothered by it.

She had an amazing job at the TV station in LA, that she loved doing. She had good friends in Los Angeles, and she had managed to stay in touch with both Donna and Eric, Fez and Michael. And Hyde to a much lesser degree. It was always weird being around Hyde now. But that wasn't the point, the point was, that she was doing so much better, than she had, when she'd been engaged to John. She had briefly considered roping one of her colleagues from the station, Lucas, into being her boyfriend for tonight, but at the end of the day decided against it. It wasn't like, it really mattered what the girls on the cheer squad thought of her, not anymore. She had talked to several B-list celebrities on the set, Julie could suck it. "So, Jackie I hear you work on TV?" It was Courtney, another one of the cheerleaders.

"Well, behind the camera actually, I'm a chase producer on a morning show in Los Angeles," Jackie replied. She could tell from Courtney's confused look, that she didn't get it. "I make sure we get guests to make appearances and such," she said. Courtney seemed to get it, but there was an expecting look on her face as well. Jackie could guess why. "So, what about you?"

"I got married last summer as you know," Courtney said with what could only be described as a proud smile. Jackie did remember that. "And Stewart makes more than enough money for both of us, so thankfully I could quit my secretary job. You should have seen the look on Julie's face though, she looked like she wanted to beat me to death with the bouquet. It was a shame, you couldn't go to Colorado that weekend."

"Yeah, a real shame," Jackie said with a hopefully convincing fake smile. She hadn't actually had any plans that weekend, but she'd feigned having to work to get out of going. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy going to weddings exactly, she had happily gone to Eric and Donna's wedding, even though she still mostly didn't get why the hell Donna wanted to marry Eric. She'd say yes to going to Michael and Brooke's wedding in a heartbeat, if Michael ever actually worked up the courage to ask Brooke. Hell, she already had a weekend blocked out for going to San Francisco for Fez' wedding next year. It was really just an extension of the realization she'd had at the Christmas Eve dance, she'd dragged Hyde to, these girls weren't her friends anymore.

"So, Jackie is there a special man in your life?" Courtney asked. It was the same question, both Julie and Stacy had arrived at, once they were done talking about themselves.

"Nope," Jackie replied. She'd gone on dates, obviously, since she called off her engagement. But nothing had amounted to anything serious. Work kept her busy enough, as it was, so she didn't miss it too much, even if she had always enjoyed having a boyfriend. "I'm a working woman."

"That's such a shame," Courtney said with faux sympathy. Jackie wasn't an idiot, she knew why she asked. It was the same reason the other girls had asked. Courtney was trying to taunt her, with how much better, she was doing than Jackie. "I'm sure, you'll find someone special," Courtney continued before moving on to the next person, she wanted to talk to.

Jackie took another swig of her punch. Not knowing whether or not, there would be alcohol served, she had talked Donna into coming to pick her up at 9:30, which was thankfully pretty soon. Donna had refused to pick her up later at night, and Jackie hadn't been sure, she would want to stick around longer, so it had all worked out. She wondered briefly, if she should ask Donna, what Hyde had been doing in Point Place yesterday. Normally, Jackie would have refused to set her feet in a Price Mart, but they were out of milk and various groceries, her mom was in Portugal, and her mom didn't have enough money at the moment to hire a maid to go fetch it for them.

As far as she knew, Hyde lived in Kenosha and was rarely ever in Point Place, except to have dinner with the Formans, along with Eric and Donna. At least, that was what Donna had told her. Not that Jackie had actually asked, it had just come up in conversation was all. Donna and Eric would have moved too, but they spent a lot of their time travelling, and the house they had gotten in Point Place was a lot cheaper, than anything they could get in Madison. Jackie refilled her cup with more punch, and shook the thought from her head. It wasn't like she really cared, what Hyde did or didn't do. They barely talked, as it was. Besides, Donna had invited her along to an unofficial high school reunion, that Eric had come up with, tomorrow night at the water tower. If she wanted to ask, which she didn't, she could always ask him then.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. I already started posting this story on ao3, so chapter 2 of this will be up Wednesday, and then I'll follow the same posting schedule, as I do on AO3