Countdown

Summary: During the series finale, this is the countdown scene that we didn't get to see. What happens when it hits one?

Disclaimer: Oh, if only I owned That 70's Show! So much would be different. But alas, I do not. And that's why I write Fanfiction. So I can fix what the writer's do wrong.

A/N: Alright, for those of you following my other story "Where You Belong," I will have chapter three up very soon, probably tomorrow in fact. I was having some troubles with it, however, and as I was trying to write it, this scene popped into my head and I decided to write it down since it won't fit in with the other storyline. This is sorta a fluff piece, so Hyde may seem a bit OOC, but I wanted this to be a sweet story. Well, enjoy and please review! Thanks!

The countdown was about to start, and the gang was assembled in the Forman's living room, eagerly watching the little clock in the corner of the TV. Kitty and Red were sitting on the couch, Kitty's hand resting on Red's knee as she bounced up and down with excitement. Bob was sitting next to Red, a silly pink plastic top hat positioned jauntily on his head. Eric and Donna were standing next to the couch, close enough that their elbows kept "accidentally" bumping against one another, causing them both to glance at each other with sheepish smiles. Kelso was sitting in Red's chair, twirling a noisemaker in his hand and earning a sharp "Quit it, kettlehead!" from Red. Jackie and Fez were on the other side of the couch, the glass of wine Mrs. Forman had given them all as their "special treat" in Jackie's left hand, now empty, while Fez was chewing on a piece of licorice. Hyde was in the kitchen, searching the fridge for a beer.

"Fez, will you get me another drink?" Jackie asked and offered him her empty glass.

Fez took her glass and made his way across the room to the bar. Just then, the countdown started, and Hyde entered the living room.

Ten.

"Jacks."

The familiar nickname startled Jackie, and she smiled despite herself. She angled her head to the left and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, raising a brow expectantly when he didn't say anything else.

Nine.

"Listen, I just wanted to say I'm sorry," Hyde said, popping the tab on his beer and taking a long sip.

Eight.

"For what, Steven?" Jackie asked, her eyes darting across the room to see if Fez had noticed them. He had set down her wineglass and was currently fixated on the television, watching the ball steadily drop.

Seven.

Hyde shrugged, but his eyes found hers as he said, "For Sam. For staying married to her just to hurt you."

Jackie was taken aback. She had always assumed those were his motives, but hearing the words come out of his mouth, confirming her suspicions, was a totally different matter. She was speechless, and for Jackie, that was a big deal.

Six.

Encouraged by her silence, Hyde took a step closer to her. "Jackie, I know you're with Fez now, and I just wanted to say I hope he makes you happy."

Jackie gave him a small smile, but her eyes were inexplicably drawn to his mouth. "He does," she said in a faraway voice.

Five.

Hyde smirked as he noticed her line of sight. "Fez is a good guy. He won't hurt you like Kelso did." He paused and tilted his head; his eyes trailing down her body. "Or like I did."

Four.

Nodding, Jackie's tongue darted out unconsciously to lick her lips. Her eyes flicked up to his and were instantly caught by his gaze.

Three.

He took another step closer to her, forcing her head to tilt upwards to continue eye contact. "But just so you know…"

Two.

Jackie's heart was pounding in her ears. The rest of the room and the noise of the people in it faded away as she stared, mesmerized, into Hyde's deep blue eyes.

One.

"I never stopped loving you."

"Happy New Year!"

As the noise in the room escalated to an almost unbearable volume, Hyde's lips captured Jackie's possessively. His arms wrapped around her small frame, pulling her to him. Jackie returned the kiss with as much passion as she felt, her fingers delving into the curls at the base of his neck, pressing his mouth more firmly against hers. The rest of the world seemed to fall away as the former lovers embraced each other.

1980 had begun.

A/N: So, what'd you think? Should I continue or leave it as it is? You decide, let me know what you think!