Authors Note: So, I thought I'd get Jackie into the last chapter but it didn't happen. I did promise, though, so I decided to separate them and post them at the same time. Forgive me? Here is Chapter Four for your pleasure!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything That 70's Show related. The title is a lyric from "Tangerine" by Led Zeppelin.

I Was Her Love; She Was my Queen

Of course the government would want his blood, he thought.

They would probably start working on cloning him as soon as he was captured on enemy territory.

They also requested his fingerprints and a few other medical tests- mainly STD related. He couldn't blame them, really. He'd been with plenty of skanky chicks. It was a good bet that he was carrying something around down there.

He recalled the time that he and Foreman had convinced Kelso that the only way to get rid of jock itch was to shave himself. The guy had walked around looking like a ten-year-old boy for weeks.

He smiled. Then, he frowned.

He wouldn't see those guys again for a long time.

Not that they hung out much now. Better to leave them before they left him.

"OK, Mr. Hyde. Looks like you're all set. You are to report for duty two weeks from today."

A large African American man, dressed head to toe in camouflage, stood before him. "Crunch" was printed in all capitol letters on his uniform. He held out his hand-waiting impatiently.

Hyde shifted uncomfortably. With a discouraged sigh, he stood to match him. Eye to glasses, the intimidation consumed him. They shook hands in a tightly formed handshake. As they did, the man leaned forward and spoke in his ear.

"And leave those glasses at home next time, recruit. You won't be needing them."

Hyde nodded, a small smirk climbing. "Aye Aye, Captain Crunch." The man shot him a nasty glare and he excused himself.

He grumbled various curses and paranoid theories under his breath as he exited the recruiting office. Reaching the parking lot, he pulled his cigarettes from his jacket and placed one in his mouth. Out with his lighter, he swiped the trigger.

"Hi Steven."

The cigarette fell from his lips to the pavement. The flame from the lighter hung, aimlessly, in the air in front of him.

He couldn't have just heard her voice. He must be hallucinating from that joint earlier.

"Steven?"

With a heavy swallow, he put the lighter back into his jacket and turned around. She wore a yellow and pink flowered sundress that just barely touched her knees. His eyes lingered, briefly, on her deeply tanned legs. Her hair was different. It just reached her shoulders and hung in a layered curl. The color was the same, though.

He still found her silky raven tendrils in his car on occasion.

With a cough, he placed his hands in his jacket pockets. "Hey Jackie."

She looked around, hesitantly, and pursed her lips in the way that she did when she was nervous. Eventually, she took a step towards him and cocked her head. "How are you?"

He looked down and kicked a pebble. If he looked at her he'd keep thinking about how hot she was when she was nervous.

"Fine. You?" She was looking at him with those damn doe eyes. He could feel it through his glasses.

"Fine." He heard her frustrated response. There was silence for a while. He considered making his retreat. Then, she spoke again. "Steven, why were at the Army recruiting office?"

He looked up on impulse. She was closer to him than before and staring expectantly. There was something else in her eyes, though.

Was she sad?

He held her stare for a moment longer and studied her eyes. He could drown in those wade pools. He almost had, once.

If he wasn't careful, he might be pulled under again.

He moved from foot to foot. He couldn't lie. He was a lot of shitty things but a liar wasn't one of them. With a deep breathe, he responded. "Yea, uh, I joined the army."

She gasped and put her hand over her mouth. "You what?" She was genuinely shocked. She moved towards him and put her hand on his arm. It burned and yet he didn't pull away.

"Steven…why?" A pause, and then realization moved over her. She continued. "Are you plotting one of those government take over things? Because I saw that on 60 Minutes once and it did not end well, Steven."

He almost laughed. Classic Jackie. He placed his hand on top of hers, an old habit, and smirked.

"No, Jacks. Just figured it was time to grow up." He paused and looked at anything that was not Jackie in a short dress. "Get serious about something. You know?"

Why had he told her that? He mentally frogged himself for revealing too much.

Nodding, she moved away from him. He tried to ignore the empty spot on his arm.

"Yea, I understand." It was her turn to look away. She blinked rapidly.

Dammit. She was going to cry.

She turned back to him and tears rimmed her eyes. "That's really great, Steven. I'm really proud of you." She gave a small and sincere smile complete with a slightly pouty lip.

He sensed that, if it weren't 1980 and he weren't such an asshole, she would have called him 'Puddin Pop' just then.

He closed his eyes for a long moment, considering. He opened them again to see her looking somewhat lost.

"Hey Jacks, are you, uh, busy right now?" He choked out the words.

Words had always been difficult around her.

She looked up from her confusion and shook her head. "No. I was just shopping but..." She trailed off.

He met her bewildered eyes, mentally trying to calm her. It wasn't okay for Jackie to be crying. It, especially, wasn't okay that she was crying because of him.

"I was thinking of getting some lunch. You wanna come?"

He held out his hand- hoping that she would see that he only wanted to comfort her.

With a shy smile, she accepted his offer.