Disclaimer: If I owned 'That 70s Show', the 8th season would have been SO different. I know it's been beautifully re-done many times, but here's my stab at how it should have ended…This story revolves around the Beatles' songs, because they are not only the greatest band in the world, I love 'em: Titles/Excerpts!

Note: Thoughts and song excerpts are italicized!

Present Day / November of 1979

It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

Bullshit. Hyde would take back the last 3 years if he could stop the nauseous feeling that took hold of him every morning.

Because if you truly love someone, you can learn to let her go.

He really didn't want to. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

And if she is happy, you are too.

Hyde was about to chuck something at the television. Who wrote this piece of crap? The guy probably never really fell in love, because if he did, he'd be in the same situation that Hyde was in: stuck in a loveless, illegitimate marriage, constantly thinking about his former lover, while battling with a hundred different emotions.

"Hey, I was watching that!"

Hyde had forgotten about her. He mumbled an apology at his wife and tossed her the clicker. He needed to get some air.

"Where are you going, Hyde!" Sam demanded as he strutted out the door.

He merely shrugged as the door shut. There were just better things to do.

Donna was going to hurl.

Jackie and Fez?! What the hell!?

"Jackie, what the hell are you doing?" she demanded to her pixie friend.

Jackie, who was applying her second coat of her favorite deep red nail lacquer, paused lazily. What was her giant friend yammering about?

"I'm almost done, Donna!"

Donna shook her head with disbelief. Jackie, of all people, should know the dangers of dating Fez. Now Donna loved Fez – who wouldn't love the cute, slightly childish, overly perverted candy-holic? But, to date him? That was where the line had to be drawn, especially in Jackie's case.

"Jackie, I thought you never would date Fez! I thought you guys were just having fun or something. But apparently, there was a lot more going on in that apartment than we knew about!"

Jackie sighed. "Look, Donna, is it such a problem that I'm dating the guy that is bound to make me happy again?"

Donna paused and groaned as she sunk into the chair across her friend.

"You know I want you to happy, right? You deserve happiness, but are you sure that Fez is the answer?" Donna stared at her friend, trying to read through the shield she had put up. Boy, did Hyde teach her well. That damned Zen.

"He is exactly what I'm looking for in a boyfriend. He has all the qualities I ever wanted in …" Jackie cut off mid-sentence.

Steven.

Of course, Donna knew what she was going to say, but for the sake of her best friend, she changed topic.

"So, Eric is coming back early tomorrow night for Thanksgiving. What should I wear?"

Donna knew if there were three things to comfort Jackie, no matter what situation she was in: the latest issue of Vogue, gossiping, and money.

"Oh my god! I forgot we were throwing him a surprise 'welcome back' party!" Jackie paused dramatically. "What am I going to wear?"

Donna chuckled as she shook her head. It wouldn't be Jackie Burkhart if she had left Donna the center of attention.

"How about that one dress with rainbow polka-dots on it. Fez always says it reminds him of gumdrops," Donna suggested, with a laugh.

Jackie looked up and smiled gratefully at her friend. They had reached an understanding.

Kelso knew immediately that when Hyde walked into the Hub, it was not a good idea to push his buttons today. His hair was angrily frizzing out, his fists were clenched, and even his sunglasses seemed to be three shades darker.

"Hyde, dude. What are you doing here?" he asked cautiously.

"Just got bored watching that dumb movie, man. I needed some air," Hyde muttered.

"Ooh, trouble in paradise, Hyde?" another voice chimed in.

Hyde eyed his best friend warily. Fez usually never angered Hyde – it was either Kelso's stupidity or Eric's femininity that did it. But today, he wanted to kick Fez's ass.

Not because he was with Jackie now. That was the furthest thing on his mind.

"Look, Fez, I feel like crap now. So, there's a good chance that anything you say will make me want to kick your ass," Hyde threatened as he slumped into an empty seat.

Fez quieted as he shrank behind Kelso.

Kelso wished there was someone he could shrink back into. But who could be stronger, leaner, and taller than himself? Kelso sighed. It was a sin to be born this perfect.

The boys seated themselves next to their angry friend. They needed to find out what was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Kelso asked.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just …whatever, I don't know what I'm saying," Hyde lied.

"Did Sam stop giving you sex?" Fez asked quietly.

"No," Hyde replied passively. Not that he cared if Sam did. It was all so mechanical with her. Like she was giving him another one of her shows.

"Wow, if Jackie stopped putting out, Fez would be no more," Fez continued, chuckling.

Hyde immediately snapped up.

"Whoa! You already nailed Jackie?" Kelso screeched in disbelief.

"Well, well. Guess who the new sex god is?" Fez asked merrily. "Me!"

Hyde angrily slammed his fists on the table. He paused a moment before stalking out of the Hub.

"What the hell is his problem?" Fez asked incredulously. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Yeah, you did, Fez!" Kelso responded, irritated at his foreign friend. "You know how Steven is sensitive about god and religion. He doesn't even believe in the government."

Michael stood up, shaking his head with exasperation.

"And how dare you! You know that I'm the sex god of this group!"

And with that, Michael Kelso exited the door, leaving a troubled Fez in confusion.

Eric Forman was anxious. Nervous. Excited. Worried … and about a million of other things.

"Here comes the sun.
Here comes the sun.

And I say it's all right…"

He was finally going home. Oh, how he had missed it all.

Eric readjusted his seatbelt for the seventh time. These airplane seats were so uncomfortable.

"Sir, can I help you with that?"

A sultry, blonde stewardess was staring at him, holding out her hand.

Eric laughed nervously. "No, no, I'm fine…I have a girlfriend, who is waiting happily for me back home, you know?"

"Little darlin' it's been a long cold lonely winter 

Little darlin' it feels like years since it's been here…"

The stewardess nodded awkwardly and gave him a strange look.

He sighed. At least he hoped he still had a girlfriend waiting for him.

He wondered if she had met someone new. He and Donna had not talked in awhile.

He wondered if Kelso had followed Brooke to Chicago. Kelso loved his baby girl, Betsy.

He wondered if Hyde and Jackie were still together. He wouldn't bet on that.

He wondered if Fez was still … wait, what was he again? Oh yeah, shampoo boy!

Eric sighed. In a couple of hours he would find out.

Author's Note: While this is still a very Jackie/Hyde-centric story, I wanted to include the POVs of all other characters. To me, the long and winding road, doesn't just represent Jackie and Hyde's relationship, but the relationship of the entire gang, as a whole. I, also, realized that, in the actual show, Eric would have been informed about all the atrocious things that happened while he was gone, but in my universe, it didn't happen. And thus, my chapter 2 will send Eric reeling!


Just to clarify, the excerpts of Beatles' songs, along with the chapter titles, reflect a certain character and how he/she is feeling.