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The word one echoed in Jackie Burkhart's mind as she bolted upright in her bed. As she looked around the room, she realized this wasn't her bed. It wasn't even her room. She was in her hotel room in Chicago, laying on top of the covers, using her copy of Vogue as her pillow. Memories flooded back to her, some from the previous days and some from her dream. She worked to sort it all out. Charlie's still alive. Eric just left for Africa. There's no Randy. And Steven…

Jackie didn't know what to say about Steven. She loved him. He didn't want to make a commitment. Steven... Samantha. Jackie felt a wave of nausea coming on as she remembered her dream, as she remembered Sam's menacing glare and her own heartbreak. She was a total bitch, but everyone seemed to be fine with her.

Then came Fez. I kissed Fez! She gagged audibly at the memory. It hadn't been romantic. What caused all of this? she found herself wondering. Is it a sign from God or something? It was then that she spotted a brown paper bag on her bed, crumpled up and empty. Wow, this Chicago stuff's a lot stronger than what Steven buys. She turned the bag over and over in her hands, and angrily balled it up and threw it to the floor. It had caused her worst nightmares, ones that would surely haunt her for the rest of her life.

Jackie got up and shuffled into the bathroom, still disoriented. Did I cry in my sleep? Because I look awful. She stripped out of her clothes and tossed them in a pile outside of the bathroom door. They reeked of the nightmare weed, and Jackie found herself seriously contemplating burning them. She smelled of the nightmare weed, too, and without giving it a second thought turned the shower on and stepped in.

After her shower, Jackie decided to put on a fresh outfit. She kicked her dirty clothes out of her way as she walked over to her bag and started sorting through it. In its main pocket, she found several pairs of clothes, her wallet, and her makeup case. She slid on a fresh pair of underwear under her towel, and continued sorting through her bag.

Jackie unzipped one of the side pockets. In there was a black bundled up article of clothing. She shook it out, and let out a small gasp. It was Hyde's Led Zeppelin shirt, the one he gave her.

Jackie slid the shirt on, letting the towel fall from her body in the process. The smell of soap, Steven's pot, and the Forman's basement overwhelmed her senses. Tears filled her eyes. She missed Steven. Badly. I really wish I was Dorothy right now. I could just click my heels together and be back in the basement. There really is no place like home…

T7S

"I wish I had 2000 feet so that I could stick 500 of them up each of your asses!" Red's words echoed in Hyde's ears as vividly as they had the first time he heard them. He wondered what the punishment for getting caught was this time. Is Red gonna kick me out again? He found himself wondering. He'd done it before. But he did let me come back after he learned it wasn't my fault last time. He reminded himself. I hope he does let me stay, because being kicked out would suck. But I could sleep on the couch at the store. The store had been a godsend, and now was no exception.

Jackie will flip out when she hears that I got caught. I wonder what she's going to do. Jackie. Hyde couldn't fathom why she'd left without listening to him, without getting the answer she had practically begged for. Was she afraid of what he had to say? Hyde worried about her, and worried that he'd hurt her without realizing it.Whatever. She's forcing you to do this. Giving you an ultimatum. But she had her reasons. Jackie had been left alone in Point Place after she asked Kelso to get married to her and he ran off. She couldn't take the hurt of Hyde wanting to run away from her, to not be serious. To be a second Kelso. And Hyde knew that. So he was going to give her some sort of answer tonight. Hyde wasn't going to propose to Jackiet, or do anything else drastic, But he did need to talk to her. And that required a trip to Chicago.

With one hand on the steering wheel of the El Camino and the other out the window, Hyde was enjoying the ride to Chicago. One of the cities radio stations had an hour of Zeppelin playing. A light rain was falling, but it didn't hinder his driving ability. As he passed through the outskirts of the city, he wondered if this was a bad decision.

I bet she had one of her girly fantasies about my answer. She probably expected me to reply instantly with a "yes" and then propose to her that very second. Or somewhere else "romantic," you can never tell with her. He laughed. I wonder what goes on inside of her head. He pulled off the highway and onto a main city street. Night was beginning to fall, and the streetlights illuminated his path. He pulled of the main street and onto a side one, where he spotted Jackie's hotel out of the corner of his sunglasses. He parked, and searched for her room. Room 1D. That's her room. She might be mad at you. Be careful. He reminded himself. Be Zen.

He knocked.

T7S

Jackie was flipping through her magazine when she heard a knock at her door. The feeling of déjà vu entered her mind. She tried to shake the feeling It's probably room service or something.

But when she opened the door to find Steven there, she couldn't contain her joy.

She threw her arms around him and left out a soft sigh. She had missed this feeling.

He has no idea why I look so happy. When Jackie realized this, she quickly let go of him and rolled her shoulders back, attempting to look poised.

A thought struck her then, hard. Michael could show up here and ruin everything. What if my dream predicted the future? She grabbed Hyde by the sleeve and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. She locked it for good measure.

T7S

Why did she hug me so quickly and act so happy? Is she not mad with me? That's a good sign. Then Hyde saw what she was wearing. My Zeppelin shirt. I thought she didn't want to wear it. Ever. Then the realization hit Hyde. Hard. She missed me.

"Jackie…" Hyde began. He had no idea what to say to her. " I'm sorry I didn't come to talk to you earlier. I mean…"

"Steven, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ever asked you to answer a hard question like this. I know you don't like answering emotional questions. And I'm sorry I hugged you, I know that you don't like that either. I just really missed you." She was staring at Hyde in disbelief, like she was going to cry.

"What happened? You're acting nothing like the Jackie I saw a few days ago in Point Place." It took Hyde less than two seconds to realize he had made a mistake asking her such a question. The tears Jackie had been blinking back resurfaced. She threw herself into his arms and starting to talk through her tears.

"Steven, it was awful. Charlie died and you ran away and Michael moved and Randy came and you married a Vegas stripper and she LIVED with you and Bob moved and I liked Fez!" she buried her face into his shoulder. " It was awwwwfffulllllll" she wailed, tears streaming down her face.

"What?" Hyde asked, then noticed the brown bag on the floor, and fully noticed Jackie's lack of proper clothing.. She had had an awful dream of some sort. He sighed and let her cry into his shoulder, occasionally patting her back for comfort. When she had finished he let her run off to the bathroom and clean herself up. He walked over to the bag and uncrumpled it, smelling its contents.

"Jackie, this isn't just weed!" He called out.

"What?" She cried back, a bit muffled by the bathroom door.

"I'm not entirely sure what you smoked, but it wasn't pot!"

He heard the sound of something clattering in the bathroom. "Oh my god." Jackie shouted, opening the bathroom door to examine the bag herself.

"Seems like you've had quite the trip so far." Hyde remarked.

"I can't believe I did that." Jackie murmured.

"Well, at least you're okay."

"I'm okay now that you're here. So, Steven, why did you come?" She looked at him with eager eyes.

"Actually I came here to talk to you." Noting how vulnerable she looked when he was talking, he decided he was going to have to push all that zen away and tell her something only a person like Forman would say.

"Jackie, I felt awful when you left without you receiving the answer you deserved. I don't know if this means that I want to make a long term commitment, but every time I think about my future, you're there with me." He didn't know why, but after saying that he felt a lot better. And apparently Jackie did too.

" Steven… that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me!" she said. Oh crap. now I've got her thinking I'm gonna be a softie for the rest of my life. Not happening, Jackie. " I love youuu!" she cried into his shoulder, again. He sighed, just being glad to have his crazy but hot girlfriend back to being happy with him.

"Jackie, do you want to go get something to eat or something?" he wanted her to act normal, complain about his hair, try to get him to propose, those kind of things. Not be hugging him and be accepting of him. It's funny how the grass isn't always greener…

"Sure! Just let me go get ready, Puddin Pop!" She really is crazy. But I like it. She pulled fresh clothes out of her bag and went into the bathroom to change.

Hyde looked around Jackie's room. He noticed she had tried to make it as much like home as possible. Stuffed unicorns were next to her bed, clothes were in the drawers, and she had a framed photo of her and him at the Forman's on her bedside table. He noticed that she looked genuinely happy, not even noticing her picture was being taken. He was playing with her hair in the photo. He smiled. Even though she'd been mad, she hadn't forgotten about him.

T7S

Even though Jackie knew this wasn't a dream, as she came back from her bathroom and saw Steven she had to pinch herself to make sure. It surely was real, and now she was a bit hurt from her pinch." Oh, Steven, Chicago has lots of restaurants. Which one will you take me to? Maybe you could even take me downtown! We could go and see that new world's tallest building together. It would be super romantic!"

Instead of crushing her dreams of a fancy day, Hyde decided to take her out. "Jackie, grab your umbrella." Jackie slid on her coat, grabbed her umbrella, and hopped in the El Camino. Hyde followed, and put the car in drive. He drove through the downtown streets with Jackie resting her head on his shoulder.

"Ooh! That place looks perfect!" cried Jackie as she pointed towards a restaurant. Hyde could hear rock music playing from the windows, and decided it would work. He parked, put a few coins in the parking meter, and headed towards the door, with Jackie in tow.

"Steven, take your sunglasses off." Jackie ordered at the door.

"No."

"Just do it!" she said in her shrill, whining voice. She's finally acting normal.

"Fine." he sighed, and after he took them off she swiped them and put them in her coat pocket.

"Now, can you do something about your hair?" she started trying to brush his hair. He batted her hand away. Then he noticed the hurt look on her face. That dream must've really shaken her up. Normally she doesn't care about any of this kind of stuff. He let her continue. Jackie slipped her hand into Hyde's and smiled. It was a perfect fit.

They went inside and waited to be seated. Hyde finally decided to talk after they had been seated and ordered."So, can you explain this dream to me without crying?" He asked. Jackie proceeded and started to talk. He listened to Jackie's retelling of her dream and watched as she tried to not show how upset she was. She talked through the entire meal, barely touching her dinner.

"So then Eric came back and we had one last circle and upstairs. We counted down and then I woke up, which was good because I could tell things were going to get worse if I hadn't."

Hyde stared at his girlfriend, wondering how her crazy little mind had came up with him going off to marry someone else, much less her. That was her worst nightmare.

Her worst nightmare is living without you. With that realization, something in him changed.

Hyde reached out across the table and grabbed Jackie's hand. He could tell how much she appreciated the gesture, because she smiled and grabbed his other hand.

"Hey, Steven, do you remember the time that Michael told us he would pay for a fancy dinner and then he made us dine and dash?" she asked as he paid the bill.

"Yeah, I remember that. Why are you bringing that up?"

"Steven, you're the first boyfriend I've ever had take me out for a fancy dinner and pay for it."

"Who said anything about me using real money?" he asked. She pouted. "Just kidding."

"You better be" she said, fighting to hide a smile.

The couple walked the streets for a little bit, wondering how the Chicagoans didn't get lost every time they went downtown. As the parking meter ran out, the two got back to the El Camino and drove back to Jackie's.

" Steven" Jackie said as she opened her hotel room door " Will you stay tonight? It's getting late, and besides… I missed you."

"Fine, I'll stay. Besides, I heard it's supposed to be snowing in Point Place right now."

The two of them sat on Jackie's bed and watched some TV. Jackie switched the channel to the weather channel to investigate Hyde's claims. "Steven, you were right. Look at how bad the weather is in Wisconsin." The weather woman stood in front of the map, pointing out the dark clouds covering Wisconsin.

"Yeah, I guess we're gonna be stuck here for awhile. I don't mind it, though."

"So, what do you want to do now?" Jackie asked. She reached for the remote to change the channel, but Hyde put his hand on top of hers, stopping her.

"I'm not opposed to doing it." Hyde said flatly. He meant it as a joke, but he wouldn't mind if Jackie was-

She kissed him hard, knocking him off his balance. As she clawed at his shirt, he found himself thinking only one thing.

I could get used to this.

A/N: This is the revised Chapter 01, uploaded on January 15, 2016.

Hey, what did you guys think of my revisions? I'm no John Green, but I do think this is a bit more of a story now and a bit less of a plot thrown at you. If you have any comments, questions, constructive criticism, HMU! I missed this story. I'm so sorry to have abandoned it for so long, and I hope you'll stick with me until the end.