Author's note: I've been reading the stories on this site for months but this is my first posting. I got the idea while reading Fight or Flight by Sooki28, but the only thing that I'm taking directly from that is the episode Chapter 2 of that fic is based on (Bohemian Rhapsody). So, be constructive but kind please.

Oh and of course none of That 70's show is mine, I'm just borrowing them.

Hyde's words were still hanging in the air above their heads when the doorbell rang. Jackie could hear them repeating over and over in her head.

"I'm just not ready to get married…I'm just not ready to get married…I'mjustnotreadytogetmarriedI'mjustnotreadytogetmarried..."

She could feel that chill deep inside and the sharp pains of her breath, but behind the roaring in her ears she heard these three new words.

"I'm your wife".

She had to get out. She was paralyzed she couldn't protect herself, couldn't even see in front of her. She stood up to leave the room but the second she was vertical her legs almost gave out from under her. Kitty rushed over to her side while the rest of the room continued to stare dumbfounded at the new arrival. She led Jackie into the kitchen.

"Sweetie just sit here for a second, don't stand up you need to rest or the blood will all rush to your feet."

"Mrs. Forman, she just-"

"Yes honey, she did," Kitty handed her a cool damp towel to hold on her forehead and a glass on juice.

Jackie drank her juice and stared blankly at the wall in front of her, Kitty stared at her profile waiting for the tears to streak down the girls face. But they never did. Jackie turned to look at the older woman beside her with a pale face and a flat voice, "If I had stayed in Chicago I wouldn't have seen that."

"I suppose that's true, but-"

"It would have happened anyway, stupid boulder."

"Jackie, I don't underst-"

" Thank you for the juice Mrs. Forman" and she got up and left the room walking down the stairs.

Kitty got up and entered the living room to see everyone in the exact same positions. Steven was sitting on the couch staring at the blond girl standing in front of the piano. Hearing the door open Hyde turned and looked at his pseudo-mother with an obvious question on his face. "Steven honey could you go down stairs and get some ice cream out of the freezer for dessert?"

With a nod of thanks he got up and went down to the basement.

At the bottom of the stairs he saw her, sitting on the couch facing away from him. "Jackie, I-" without turning Jackie used her foot to push his chair out, silently inviting him to sit. When he realized she wasn't going to speak he started to get nervous, apparently this was the electric chair. He felt like his whole body was twitching. He was the Zenmaster, the intellectual of their little group. But at this moment he had no strategy, but maybe he should start with the obvious.

"I don't remember marrying her."

Silence

"Umm, we hung out sometimes but I don't remember doing…anything with her."

More silence.

"Can you-"

A turn of her head, followed by…nothing. Maybe he should stop explaining and start asking questions, she had to respond to his questions, right?

"Jacks, what are you thinking right now?"

"Sisyphus."

"I'm sorry? What?"

"Do you know the story of Sisyphus… Hyde?"

Hyde, she'd called him Hyde, but it seemed forced. But wait he's still confused. "Um, no who is he, errr she, or it?"

"Sisyphus was a tricky little man who opened his big mouth and blabbed Zeus' secrets and was sent to hell. He played a little trick on Hades' wife and escaped. When they got him back they punished him by making him push a huge boulder up a steep hill everyday, forever. But right before he reaches the top it slides to the bottom, everyday no matter what."

"Ummm, okay."

"It never would have mattered would it Steven? No matter how much I lov-loved you it never would have made a dent. You never would have felt it, would you." The cool tone in her voice was frightening and so incredibly familiar. Not from her mouth though, only from his own.

Her eyes were alive with the pain he'd caused her but there were no tears. He couldn't answer her question, couldn't begin to tell her how much he had felt it. He'd felt it when she left him the note. He'd felt it when he saw her with Kelso. He really really felt it when he saw Kelso's towel. And now in flash he remembered marrying Sam. It felt like nothing. He hadn't felt it when his lips said "I Do"; he hadn't felt it when she touched him. Had he touched her? He supposed he must have, but he couldn't have felt that either.

He cleared his throat to dislodge the lump that had formed the moment he heard her voice. "I'm so sorry baby."

Baby, yeah, now his "baby" was upstairs wearing a tube top and being drooled on by Michael. "Fine Ste-Hyde, thank you for the apology. Now you should go upstairs and figure out whether you're going uphill, or downhill."

"Wait Jackie, I don't underst-", but she was already out the door. One thing was certain though; he had to figure out which direction he was going. But either way he had to start by going upstairs, to the wife.