I don't own any of the characters, just the plot.


Jackie Burkhart was done. She was done with men. She was done with her parents. She was done with everyone pitying her. She was just done. For once in her life she wanted something to be right, was that really too hard to ask? Apparently God up there thought it was, after all if that wasn't the case then why couldn't she be happy and complete with Hyde right now? Why was she sitting in Forman's basement replaying the blonde stripper's words over and over again in her head? Hyde, we're married. Hyde, we're married. Hyde, we're married. This had to be a joke right? Right?

"Here's the marriage certificate," Stripper Blondie said. Jackie looked up staring at Hyde and the blonde.

"Well Hyde, have a happy marriage," With that she stormed off. Jackie Burkhart 18 years old just had her heart shredded. She was so mad she could kill, but she wouldn't want blood on her pretty shirt. So instead Jackie did the one thing she knew she could do. Scribbling a quick good-bye note, she packed her bags and left Point Place, Wisconsin.


Donna Pinciotti was worried. She didn't know why, but she was worried. She'd gotten the feeling as she walked into the Forman's basement and saw a bottle blonde grinning at Hyde. Furrowing her brows in confusion, she walked up to Hyde and the blonde.

"Uh, who is this?" She asked looking between the blonde and Hyde.

"Donna, meet Sam," Hyde said uncertainly, not bothering to look up from staring at a piece of paper in front of him. "My wife," Donnas' features conformed into pure shock.

"Hi," Sam 'the blonde' said cheerfully.

"Oh. My. God," She said placing a hand over her mouth the shock still running through her. "Does Jackie know?"

"Jackie? You mean that small brunette girl that was here earlier?" Sam asked thoughtfully.

"Oh. My. God. Hyde you dillhole! Jackie must have flipped!"

"Actually she just left a few minutes ago," Sam said smiling brightly.

"Hyde! How could you do this? I thought you wanted to marry Jackie!" Donna said frogging Hyde on the arm.

"I was drunk okay!" Hyde shouted as he stood up. "I found Jackie and apparently she was about to do it with Kelso! Pissed, I left for Vegas, got drunk, and hooked up with some sluts! I don't remember getting married!"

"God Hyde you're such a dillhole!" Donna yelled. "Jackie must be crying her eyes out right now! She loved you! Damn it Steven! The girl loved you! She wasn't going to do it with Kelso! And anyways didn't you have a one night stand with a nurse because of a misunderstanding involving Kelso? GOD HYDE YOU DILLHOLE!"

"Hey! You don't have the right to scream at my man like that!" Sam said interjecting herself into the screaming contest. Donna slapped her. She slapped her hard.

"You have no right to tell me what to do you whore! It is women like you who give us girls a sleazy reputation; couldn't you be a waiter instead?" With that she stormed outside of the basement, leaving behind a Hyde who had a lot going through his mind right now. Even though the worried feeling Donna had earlier seemed to falter a bit, she still couldn't help but wonder if things would get much worse.


Hyde sat there staring at Sam, who in turn was aimlessly twirling her hair.

"So we're married?" He asked trying to find his Zen.

"Yup," Sam said.

"I won't be able to divorce you," He said despite wanting to so desperately, he didn't want to end up like his asshole of a father. "I might not even lo-like you,"

"That's okay, you'll grow to love me Steven," She gave him a dazzling smile.

"Also please don't call me Steven," He said grimacing as Jackie's face appeared in his mind. "Call me anything else but Steven,"

"Anything for you sweetie,"

"You don't have to change your last name if you want," He looked at her through shaded lenses. He was still debating on what to feel. He didn't love her. She was just a one-night stand to him. He'd never admit it but he'd fallen in love with Jackie, but since he was married now. He will never admit it to anyone, especially her. With a sigh Steven Hyde leaned back against the couch he was sitting on, hell he could barely even stand the couch anymore, too many memories with her, too many fights, too many kisses, too may tears. Clenching his teeth he stood up thankful that he had his aviators on, because to his friends, a Hyde with watery eyes is a sad sight to see.


Walking inside her house Donna's sense of worry disappeared, instead a sense of dread came over her. Slowly she walked upstairs to her room, not wanting to wake up her dad, Bob, who was fast asleep on the living room couch. Opening the door she made her way through her room groping the walls for the light switch. Once she found it, she turned the lights on, after blinking a few times she wish she hadn't turned it on. Her room looked normal, but there was one thing missing. Everything Jackie. Biting her lip from screaming out, she strolled towards the standard national guard cot that Jackie had been sleeping in and found a hastily written note thrown at it. Quickly she read it.

-Donna,

I'm leaving, don't find me. Don't tell Hyde.

-Jackie

Ten simple words, crumpling the paper into a ball and stuffing it inside her coat she sat down on her bed and turned on her radio for some Zeppelin to calm her down. There was already so much drama, and the watch in front of her barely said 9:30.

"This isn't going to end well," Picking up her phone she dialed Eric's African number. He might be in Africa, but she really needed to talk to someone she trusted. Thankfully Eric picked up the phone.