Author's Note: Hi! This is my first time writing for That 70's Show (major Jackie/Hyde shipper here!)

Anyway, this story takes place after season 8. Sorry if I messed up any details from the show. Confession: I didn't actually watch all of season 8. It just...The show wasn't the same without Jackie and Hyde together and with Eric in Africa and Kelso gone, too.

A few notes before you start reading: This is kind of a PG rated version of That 70's Show. I don't swear in real life, so...neither do the characters in my story. And while I may allude to things happening, like people sitting in "the Circle" or "getting it on" with each other, there will be no major details about either topic.

Sorry. Feel free to skip over this story.

However, if you continue reading, I'd love to know what you think!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Saturday July 6, 1985

2:00 PM

Eric Foreman's Backyard

Chapter One

What A Beautiful Wedding

If there was one thing Jackie Burkhart loved more than anything else, it had to be weddings. She especially adored watching weddings she had helped put together. As far as she was concerned, everything was ready for her best friends' big day: the Forman's yard was filled with white folding chairs, which were parted down the middle for when the bride made her appearance. An archway waited near the end of the property line, decorated with red and pink roses. The reception would take place both inside the house and outside, giving guests the option of visiting quietly or dancing on the lawn. Later, once the ceremony was finished and the bride and groom thanked everyone for coming, a horse-drawn carriage would carry them off into the sunset as their honeymoon began.

"What do you think, Mrs. Forman?" Jackie asked, turning to look at her favorite older lady. "Should we have Eric and Donna cut their cake beneath that tree or in your living room? I would suggest the kitchen, but that just feels too cliché. Cake is food and kitchens have food…I feel like it would be better if we tried thinking outside the box."

"I think it would be better if we changed the wedding's theme," Eric spoke up before his mother could answer. "Come on, Jackie. Flowers and unicorns? Do I really look like a 'flowers and unicorns' kind of guy?"

"Shut up, Eric!" Kelso ordered his friend. "Jackie's talking about something much more important than your wedding's stupid theme. She's talking about cake!"

"Who cares about the cake when there are stuffed unicorns everywhere?" Eric shouted. "This isn't what I pictured at all when I thought about my wedding day! I wanted a preacher who dressed up like Darth Vader!"

"And that's exactly why Donna asked me to do most of the planning instead of trusting you to do it," Jackie told the boy she had known for years. She turned her attention back to his mother. "Now, as I was saying, I was thinking maybe the cake-cutting would look better beneath the tree. The green leaves will clash with Donna's red hair, but the shadows the overhang creates will hide Eric's ugly face when guests try snapping pictures."

"Put the cake wherever you think it'll look best, dear," Mrs. Foreman responded. "The details aren't important. I just can't believe my little boy is finally getting married!"

Jackie, Kelso, Fez, and Hyde stepped aside as Mrs. Foreman rushed toward her son, drawing him in for a hug. It seemed like all she ever wanted to do was hug him since the second she found out he and Donna finally decided to get married. Jackie had to give the young man credit. She had never seen one person receive so many hugs before. She was surprised Eric's head hadn't popped off yet from how tight his mother squeezed him.

"What a touching moment!" Fez commented, his eyes shining happily as he watched Mrs. Foreman and Eric. "Look at the way Mrs. Foreman's…" His voice trailed off. "Excuse me. Suddenly I have to go to the bathroom."

As the foreigner left the group, a shorter person took his place. Jackie was nearly knocked off her feet when a tiny body leaped into the air, landing not-so-gracefully in her arms.

"Auntie Jackie!" Betsy Kelso cried out.

"Hey, Betsy!" Jackie greeted, smiling at the six year old as the younger girl wrapped her legs around Jackie's waist. "I thought your mom was taking you roller skating today?"

"We just got back! You should have gone with us, Auntie Jackie. I skated perfectly, but mommy fell down a lot. It was really funny!"

Betsy's entrance reminded Mrs. Foreman that there was more to life than hugging Eric. She finally released him, instead turning to face the young adults standing in her backyard.

"Well, what are you all staring at me for?" she asked, adding in one of her famous laughs. "We have a wedding to plan! Eric, Kelso, you need to go to your final fitting for your tuxes. Jackie, I need your help putting together gift-bags for the guests. You might as well come with us, Betsy!"

"Aw, man!" Kelso complained as his daughter screamed joyfully right in Jackie's ear. "How come Betsy always gets the fun jobs?"

As the group dispersed, Eric and Kelso toward the driveway, the girls in the direction of the house, Jackie asked Betsy to tell her more about the skating trip. The six year old was happy to launch into a recap of her day, starting with when she woke up due to her daddy jumping on her bed, shouting, "You better hurry or I'm eating your pancakes!" Just as she started talking about how scared she was when her mommy first helped her tie the laces on her skates, Mrs. Foreman came to a sudden stop.

"Oh, I almost forgot about you, Steven!" she said, addressing the one person who hadn't moved. "You can start picking out music to play at the reception."

"No problem, Mrs. F!" Hyde replied.

Jackie spun around, her mouth falling open as her eyes met those of the smiling boy. She knew that smile: He was up to no good.

"No," she stated, shaking her head back and forth. "No! Mrs. Foreman, you cannot let Steven choose the music! He'll pick something horrible just to ruin the wedding!"

"My Uncle Hyde wouldn't do that," Betsy protested. "He only listens to cool music."

"Thank you, Bets. At least someone believes in me," Hyde said, the last part of his statement obviously aimed toward Jackie. "Besides, man, the only 'horrible' music I could choose would be disco. Trust me, there will be no disco played at any wedding I ever attend."

"He's lying!"

"If you're so worried about the music," Mrs. Foreman said, "Then why don't you and Steven work together to make a playlist? Betsy will help me with the gift-bags."

"Yay!" Betsy cried. "I get to spend the entire day with Aunt Kitty!"

When the youngster began kicking, trying to free herself from Jackie's grasp, the young adult bent over long enough to set Betsy back on her own two feet. Mrs. Foreman grabbed her hand right away, leading her into the house.

For the first time in almost five years, Jackie Burkhart and Steven Hyde were alone.

Jackie wasn't sure how long she stood there, her arms folded over her chest. It was impossible to tell exactly what Steven was looking at – he was always wearing those stupid sunglasses – but she had a feeling he was watching her. She stayed as still as she could, unsure what, exactly, was happening. Was Steven upset Mrs. Foreman wanted them to work together? Did the thought of working with her sicken him that much?

'Maybe,' a small voice in the back of her mind spoke up, 'Maybe he's remembering everything that used to be.'

Everything was silent. Jackie had never heard the Earth be so quiet. No birds sang. The nearby road was void of traffic. Even the environment realized something important was taking place between two ex-lovers.

"I don't care what you say," Hyde finally broke the strange trance. "We're not choosing any disco songs!"

Without another word, he stormed off, leaving Jackie behind. She didn't mind his sudden departure or the fact that he didn't wait for her to follow him.

She knew exactly where he was going.

"What about-,"

"No."

"You don't even know what I was going to say!"

"I don't care. The answer is still no."

"Fine. How about-,"

"Nope."

Working with Hyde was like trying to work with a brick wall. That wasn't true, actually. At least a brick wall wouldn't shoot down every idea Jackie threw at it. Hyde, on the other hand, wasn't willing to listen to even one of her song suggestions.

Just like old times, Jackie and Hyde were back in the Basement. Hyde sat in his favorite chair which, Jackie couldn't help from noticing, was moved farther from the couch than it used to be. She tried to forget about it, focusing her attention on the notebook in her lap. So far, the only thing written on it was, 'Jackie's List of Music for Eric and Donna's Wedding'. No titles were listed below the heading.

"You're so frustrating!" Jackie said, wrapping her fingers around a pencil to keep them from attacking Hyde's neck. "I don't know how I ever dated you."

"Same here, Princess," Hyde shot back. "I wonder if I was drunk through our entire relationship. I don't know how else I wouldn't have noticed how annoying you are."

"Oh, you think I'm the annoying one? At least I'm trying to think of a playlist. You're just sitting there shooting down everything I say!"

"Yeah, because I know how awful your taste in music is! You already snuck unicorns into the wedding. Do you really need to ruin Eric's big day even more by choosing music you know he'll hate?"

Biting back her retort, Jackie turned again to the notebook. Tapping her pencil against the pages, she decided it wasn't worth it. She didn't want to waste an entire day arguing with Steven when she had better things she could be doing, things that would help the college-bound Donna with her wedding plans. She climbed to her feet, extending the notebook toward Steven.

"Here," she said. "You're right. You know Eric better than I do. You should choose the music."

When Steven stared at her, refusing to take the pad of paper, Jackie threw it into his lap. Turning her back, she headed toward the stairs that would take her to the Foreman's kitchen. Maybe Mrs. Foreman and Betsy still needed some extra help…

"What songs were you thinking about using?"

His question was all it took to bring a very excited Jackie back to the couch. The smile on her face was way too perky.

"I was thinking we would only use music from the '70's," she explained. "The '70's were when Eric and Donna first realized they had feelings for each other, and it was when they started dating, got engaged for the first time, broke up, got back together, blah blah blah. Since the new decade started, they haven't had so many ups and downs. I mean, obviously they're still in love – although I don't know why Donna is settling for a Star Wars loving freak – but they've been together for the past five years without any major break-ups. Their true love story was from 1976 to 1979."

What Jackie said was true. After Eric returned from Africa, he and Donna picked up their romance right where it left off. They were happily together, this time with a promise that they were going to work through any problems they had instead of breaking up over them. It wasn't long before Eric slipped another ring on Donna's finger and they decided they really wanted to get married, but not until they both finished school. Since Donna was taking a few extra classes because she thought they sounded fun, she asked Jackie to help with the wedding plans.

"Songs of the '70's," Hyde repeated, nodding his head in approval. "Cool."

Now that a theme was chosen, Jackie and Hyde found their playlist growing easily. Somehow, the notebook ended up back in Jackie's hands and she wrote down many of Hyde's suggestions. Some of the songs had lyrics inappropriate for a wedding reception, something Hyde agreed with only after Jackie asked him if he wanted Betsy, his one and only God-daughter, to hear some of the words. A lot of AC/DC and Led Zeppelin songs made the cut. However, no matter how much Jackie pressed the issue, ABBA did not.

An hour or two later, once their list was three pages long, Hyde stole the pencil from Jackie's hand.

"Jackie," he said seriously, "I'm about to ask you to do something I never thought I'd want to do with you again."

She could feel her heart beating faster. No, Jackie was not in love with Steven Hyde. They'd broken up years ago and had both moved on with their lives. She had one year of college left and Steven owned his own record shop. They were as different as two people could be.

Her feelings for Steven were left in the past, but she still wondered what he was about to ask her. A girl could dream, right?

"Jackie," Hyde said again. "Will you do a circle with me?"

Jackie knew she should say no. Her best friend was counting on her to make sure everything was perfect for the wedding and there was still a lot of work that needed to get done. On the other hand, when was she going to get another chance to get high with Steven? He barely said a word to her since she and Fez dated five years ago, even though that relationship ended before it really started. She and Steven hadn't been avoiding each other per say, but they also made sure they were never alone.

There was something about the way he smiled at her, almost like he knew what was going through her mind. That was one of the things Jackie had always loved about Steven when she was with him: he always knew what she was thinking about. Sometimes she had to give him hints, but he caught on before she could explain the whole situation. Steven may be a burnout, but he wasn't a stupid one.

Despite her better judgment, Jackie felt her head nodding in response to Steven's question. Moving at the same time, the two of them ran to their usual seats.

The Basement was filled with smoke. Jackie felt free, like the burden of the wedding and all the stress that came with planning it had been lifted from her shoulders. She wanted to celebrate the feeling of relief washing through her by spinning around.

Looking at Steven with her red eyes, Jackie shrugged. Why shouldn't she spin around if she felt like spinning around? She stumbled to her feet, nearly knocking her chair over in the process, spread her arms out as far as they would stretch, and started spinning as fast as she could twirl.

"Whee!" she cried out as she spun. "Look at me! I needed to have moves this good back when I was a cheerleader!"

When she knew she couldn't spin anymore without throwing up, Jackie collapsed into her chair. She didn't realize she'd sat down backwards and was straddling the object. Hyde, who suddenly felt very happy the girl had decided to wear a skirt today, smirked proudly.

"Hey," he said, leaning in closer to his ex-girlfriend. "Have I ever told you about the car that runs on water? It's a car…but it runs on water!"

Throwing her head back, Jackie laughed as though Hyde had said the funniest thing in the world. She continued laughing for several seconds before stopping abruptly.

"I'm sorry…What did you say?"

Hyde studied her face for a long moment. "I…don't remember."

Her hair, already messy due to her spinning, was brushed from her eyes as Jackie glanced around the room. She smiled cheekily.

"Remember how Fez always hid in the shower when he wanted to watch people make-out?" she asked, pointing in the direction of the freezer. She slapped her knee, already laughing at whatever she was about to say. "He convinced me to do it with him in there once!"

"You and Fez did it in the shower?" Hyde repeated, laughing almost as hard as Jackie was. She nodded, too busy trying to catch her breath to answer him with words. "I almost forgot the two of you dated! How long did you last anyway? One, maybe two, days?"

"I broke up with him on Valentine's Day of 1980. He bought me chocolate but ended up eating the entire box himself. What kind of a boyfriend buys chocolate for a girl and eats them before he gives them to her?"

"A foreign boyfriend, I guess!"

Jackie and Hyde dissolved into laughter. 'Man!' Jackie thought to herself. 'I forgot how much better life is when you use this stuff. Why doesn't everyone get high all the time?'

"I don't know how much I liked Fez to begin with," Jackie admitted. "I think I was only using him as a rebound guy."

"That's not cool," Hyde reprimanded. "It's not cool to use people."

"Well, what else was I supposed to do? You broke my heart by marrying that stripper. I had to get over you somehow, didn't I?"

"I only married the stripper because you cheated on me with Kelso. Man, I bet you just love being a God-mother to his daughter, don't you, man? You probably like to pretend Betsy is really your and Kelso's daughter instead of Brooke's, man!"

"I never cheated on you with Michael! And Betsy…I love that little girl, but you know as well as I do that Michael and Brooke are trying to work things out. I don't have feelings for him anymore." She smiled suggestively. "I like someone else now."

"Well, I never had feelings for Sam," Hyde clarified. "She was fun to have around – a LOT of fun to have around – but I knew things with her would never last. Yeah…I only kept her around so long because I wanted to make you jealous."

Under normal circumstances, Jackie would have gotten mad if Steven had told her the truth about his stripper wife. As it was though, instead of feeling angry, her eyes widened.

"You wanted to make me jealous?" she asked before bursting into another laughing fit. "That's so funny because your plan actually worked! I hated her with every fiber of my being!"

"That is funny!" Hyde agreed. "Hey, did you know that the only reason I treated you so bad after my wife left was because I was trying to hide my secret feelings for you?"

"No way! I still had secret feelings for you, too!"

If Jackie hadn't been under the influence, the conversation would have taken a turn at this point. However, she wasn't thinking clearly. All her mind shouted was, 'Steven still liked me! Steven still liked me! I wonder if he still likes me now?'

There was only one way to find out!

"Stand up," she ordered, climbing out of her own chair. She stood in front of Steven, gesturing for him to follow her lead.

"I don't want to."

"Please?" Jackie pleaded. She reached out, linking her fingers with his.

"Whatever," Hyde gave in.

Once he was standing and she was certain he wasn't going to sit back down, Jackie ran to the stereo. Hyde groaned when he heard the first note.

"Please not ABBA," he begged. "Anything but ABBA!"

"Give them a chance, Steven," Jackie chastised, returning to the Zen master who had once taken her on as his grasshopper, pushing their bodies together. "You might find out that you actually like their music."

Hyde refused to look at Jackie as she forced him to move in time with the song. 'Kill me now!' he thought, willing the floor to open beneath his feet and swallow him up.

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

Something was changing for Hyde, but it wasn't his taste in music. Jackie was barely moving him anymore. She still pressed against him and moved her feet in tiny circles, but instead of pressuring him into dancing, she rested her head against his chest. He had forgotten what it felt like to hold Jackie in his arms, to have her perfect little body all to himself.

"Is something wrong?" Jackie asked, her eyes flying open as she met Hyde's gaze.

"You know, this usually goes better when you don't talk," he reminded her.

Smirking, Jackie closed her eyes again, snuggling even closer to Hyde. He closed his eyes as will, praying for self-control.

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen

Hyde stopped moving, his muscles going tense. When Jackie pulled away from him, trying to see his face, he did the one thing he had wanted to do to her for years:

He kissed her.

The kiss took Jackie by surprise, but it didn't take her long to start kissing him back. Neither of them could believe how great it felt to be with each other again, to have their lips pressed together as their tongues fought for domination. It felt wrong, like they shouldn't know each other this way anymore, like their lips were never supposed to meet again.

As wrong as it felt, it was hotter than ever before.

It didn't take long for Jackie to fall backwards onto the couch, somehow never breaking contact with Hyde. He followed her, landing on top of the tiny girl. Their hands began roaming and first his shirt wriggled its way to the floor, followed closely by Jackie's underwear.

In that moment, Jackie and Hyde became one.

A month later, as Jackie stood at the front of the wedding party while Donna and Eric exchanged vows, she found her eyes landing on Eric's best man. Steven sure did look good in his tux. She remembered when she used to imagine him wearing one while she wore a white dress…those days were long gone now.

She knew she and Steven had no future together. She was the spoiled rich girl who always got everything she wanted. He was the boy from the other side of the tracks. There was no way they were meant to be together.

Still, it was a shame, really…

She couldn't risk telling Steven that her period was late. He would freak out on her, saying there was no way she could be pregnant with his child and it wasn't his fault she was sleeping with too many guys to know who the real father was. Did he even remember their time together or did the memories leave after the effects of his stash wore off? Could he recall the time they spent in the Basement alone or was it nothing but a blur to him?

Jackie shook her head, trying to empty it of all thoughts. Today wasn't about her and her petty problems. Today was about celebrating Eric and Donna's love for each other. She had to focus on the wedding. She'd invested too much time into this ceremony to ignore everything she'd worked so hard to make perfect.

'Besides,' she reminded herself, 'A missed period doesn't necessarily mean I'm pregnant. Maybe I was just stressing out more than I thought I was about this wedding. Stress can cause a girl to be late, can't it?'

"Jackie," Hyde hissed loudly. "What's wrong with you? The ceremony's over. We're supposed to be heading down the aisle behind Donna and Foreman!"

"Sorry," Jackie apologized, jumping with surprise when she saw Hyde was right, the vows were done, the kiss had already happened, and Eric and Donna were almost to the house. She quickly linked her arm through Hyde's. "I got distracted for a minute."

"Shut up!" Hyde responded, trying not to move his lips. "You're making us look bad."

They walked down the aisle at a brisk pace, Hyde trying his best to stay Zen, Jackie exchanging smiles with the guests. He was mad at her just for zoning out. What would he say if she told him she thought she might be pregnant?

That was a question she would never know the answer to. Steven Hyde wasn't going to find out about her tiny little scare.

After all, Jackie Burkhart knew how to keep a secret.

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