Shattered

A/N: Don't own any characters of That 70s Show. Damn.

Chapter 1 – In A Way I Need A Change, From This Burnout Scene

Jackie Burkhart sat at the kitchen table in the apartment she shared with Fez. She stared at the bottle of vodka and the shot glass that sat on the table.

IT had been six weeks. Six weeks since her world had come crashing down around her. Six weeks since the day the slut Sam had walked through the door at the Forman's and announced she was Steven Hyde's wife. Jackie had run from the room the moment she heard those words. How could he marry a stranger, when we couldn't even commit to his girlfriend of over two years?

She didn't think she would stay. She didn't think Hyde would want her to stay. But what did Jackie know? It was almost like she didn't even know who he was anymore. Because she did stay. And Hyde let her. And he didn't let her forget that she was there and married to him.

Jackie sighed as she played the images over in her head. She has been doing this multiple times a day for the last six weeks. She looked at the bottle of vodka again. Fez would be home from work soon, and would want her to go to the basement with him. He didn't like going alone anymore, since things were so different. Hyde and Sam were always sucking face. Kelso was in Chicago, and Eric was in Africa. Donna sulked around, and that new kid Randy was always there, being annoying. Fez still enjoyed going there however, if only to partake in a circle. She knew that by going with him, it made him feel more comfortable. But it had become almost unbearable for her to go there anymore.

Two weeks ago she was out grocery shopping when she walked down the liquor isle. She looked at all the choices that were in front of her. Any of these choices had the ability to help number her pain. After much deliberation, she chose a bottle of vodka. She went back to the apartment, put the groceries away, and sat at the table with the bottle of vodka and the shot glass. She stared at it for a long, long time.

Eventually she poured herself a shot and downed it. It burned on its way down, and made her gag. After a moment she felt it enter her blood stream, and she felt a rush of warmth throughout her body. She felt good, something she hadn't felt in weeks. A second shit soon followed, and then a third. By the time Fez got home, she had four shots done, and was feeling good. She willingly went to the basement with him that day, and it had been almost bearable.

Two weeks later, it required more than four shots to get her going and feeling good. She was building up a tolerance, and way too quickly. But she didn't care anymore. She wanted to feel good, and not feel pain and hurt over Steven Hyde.

One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots, five shots, six shots. She took all six shots down like a champ, not even feeling the burn anymore.

"Hello my beautiful goddess!" She heard Fez's voice sing out as he walked in the door. Jackie rolled her eyes. She hated living with Fez and hearing him say things like that, but at this point she had nowhere else to go and no other choice.

"What's up?" Jackie asked with a slight slur.

Fez looked at the bottle and back at Jackie with concern in his eyes. He seemed to be the only one concerned for Jackie these days.

"How much have you had today?" He asked her.

"I don't know. Not much. Four shots?" She lied/

Fez sighed. "Shall we go to the basement?"

Jackie rolled her eyes. "Yea whatever. I don't care."

Fez drove them over to the Forman's. He looked over at Jackie as she seemed to fall in and out of consciousness. This was becoming more and more common over the last few weeks. He tried to talk to her about it, but she kept brushing him off, telling him she was fine.

They walked into the basement to find Sam sitting in Hyde's chair. Jackie scowled when she saw her.

"The Forman's are still allowing cheap whores in their home I see." Jackie slurred.

Sam looked up from the magazine she was reading and smirked.

"Gee Jackie, how much did you have to drink today in order to drag your sorry ass here?"

Jackie just scowled, wishing she could make herself throw up all over Sam.

Hyde walked out from his room and saw Jackie sitting on the couch. He hated seeing her there almost every day. He had hoped that she would stop coming around once he kept Sam around. Yet she kept showing up with Fez.

"Hey Jackie. Good to see you could pull yourself out of your drunken stupor to grace us with your presence today," Hyde said.

Jackie sat on the couch with her arms folded and ignored the two of them, like she had been doing for weeks. Just like every other day she went to the basement, she questioned why she was even there. She looked up when the door opened, and saw Donna and Randy walk in, looking a little too comfortable with each other.

"Urgh Donna, you have the worst taste in guys," Jackie slurred.

Donna shot Jackie a dirty look. "I could say the same about you Jackie," she said. It pained Jackie so much to think Donna just didn't care about her anymore. Donna had been her very best friend the one person she could turn to besides Hyde. But she felt she had betrayed her over the last six weeks, and Jackie couldn't go to her anymore about how she was feeling.

Jackie felt a wave of nausea come over her, which she knew meant she needed more vodka. She had some stowed in the car. She stood up to leave and go guzzle some in the driveway.

"Go guzzle some more alcohol, booze bag," she heard Sam sneer as Jackie closed the door behind her.

Once Jackie got to the top of the stairs, she saw Red was in the garage tinkering with his car. She decided not to go to the car and have a drink. She hated having Red and Kitty sere her like this. Instead she stumbled out to the road and started walking towards the nearest bar.

She walked into the nearest tavern to the Forman's and sat at the bar. The bartender looked at her, and she muttered "Vodka rocks." The bartender set the glass in front of her almost immediately. She barely looked up when someone sat down next to her.

"Vodka rocks, huh? That's hardcore," said a male voice.

Jackie looked up to a man who looked to be in about his thirties. Jackie just smiled. He held out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to her. She took it and lit it.

"So what's a pretty girl like you doing in a bar like this alone?" He asked her. Jackie just shrugged as she puffed on her cigarette. She saw the guy mod his head out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm sure you here for the same reason as the rest of us. Trying to numb some sort of pain," he said.

Jackie looked up at him then, with tears in her eyes. He then smiled.

"Alcohol only does so much to numb the pain," he said. "Have you ever snorted a line of coke?" He asked her softly.

Jackie bit her lip and shook her head no. She had dabbled with the idea of drugs. Sure, she had smoked her fair share of pot, but that was more of a fun drug. The only reason she hadn't tried anything else was simply because she couldn't get her hands on it.

The guy smiled at her as she shook her head no. "Well this is your lucky day lady." He held out his hand, and Jackie took it. Part of her was screaming at her, telling her this was wrong and to stop and run away. But the other half, the more damaged half, just didn't care anymore. Didn't care of this guy raped and killed her. She just didn't want to feel the pain anymore.

"MY name is Greg," he said as he led her out to his car.

"Jackie," she answered.

She got into the passenger side of his car, and watched as he snorted a line. She watched as he threw his head back in pure euphoria. Jackie wanted to feel that same feeling, and was eager to try. He smiled when he saw the eagerness in her eyes, and prepared a line for her. Jackie took it up, and felt more amazing than she had in weeks.

She looked over to Greg and smiled.

"Want to head over to my place?"