A/N: Don't own That 70's Show, or its characters, or Paramore, or their songs and lyrics. This is especially dedicated to jackiehyde4eva, who has been super-awesome and supportive, while writing some kick-butt stories. Go read "I'll Protect You" right now- it's amazing. Please read this, and tell me whatcha think. I'm gonna write more and more soonses. Love you guys! :D

Jackie stared at her wall, the same thing she'd been doing for the past hour and a half. There was nothing left for her to do anymore, not without Steven.

She hadn't really had him for the past eight or nine months, but now she could really feel his absence. The whole situation was trying to give her closure on it all, something she really didn't want.

The phone rang again. She sighed. "No," she said aloud. "I'm not even going to answer it."

She continued to stare at the wall, focusing on keeping her breathing even, ignoring the phone.

One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings.

Fiv. Six. Seven. Eight.

She continued to stare at the wall. The phone went to voicemail, and it echoed throughout her bedroom.

"Jackie, I know you're there. Pick up the phone." There was a pause. "I know you can hear me, anyways. Well, you've decided, I suppose. You'll stay away from him. You made your decision. Now, I'm here to make it final."

A tiny spark lit across the room, and Jackie gasped. The flame grew quicker and quicker, until it was consuming the whole side of one wall. It was growing. The flames were getting closer and closer.

"Is this what you want?" the voice on the phone screamed at her.

"No," she whispered, staring at the wall in fear and shock. "No."

In an instant, the flames vanished, and everything was back to normal.

"If you don't want that to happen, then go back to Steven."

Another giggle, and then the dial tone rang, consuming the silence like flames.

Steven was afraid of fire. It was one of the few things he feared, but it was one he feared above all other things, in all shapes and forms.

He hated the heat in the weather, he hated the heat of a conversation, and he hated the heat of a relationship. He had always feared what it would bring, when a relationship would begin, and the flames would start to form.

He had faced his fears with Jackie, letting the flames come to him for once. He enjoyed it, but he couldn't live without it. It was like he was addicted to the fire.

But his addiction only made him fear it more. So once it was gone from his life, the icy exterior returned. The ice kept the fire away.

And now here it was in front of him again, this conflict of ice and fire, of staying away from Jackie, and keeping her near him. The same battle that always played out in his mind.

So far, he had chosen the ice. The ice was working best for him on the outside, although it was freezing his heart.

The phone rang. He was sick of the stupid phone. He came very near to taking it off the hook yesterday. He most certainly was going to today.

"What do you want?" he answered, his gruff voice clearly annoyed.

"Oh, Steven, I'm glad you answered," spoke the little voice. It seemed genuinely pleased to here from him.

"What do you want?" he repeated.

"I just wanted to know if this was your final decision."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you decided to stay away from Jackie?" The voice was sickeningly sweet.

"Yes, okay?" he half-shouted. "Because that's all I can do to make sure you stay away from her too."

"Okay, just checking. Now, it's your turn to deal with the consequences."

A spark flickered on the opposite corner of the basement, and Steven froze. The whole wall was lit up in three seconds flat.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" he asked.

There was a giggle.

He raced to the door. Locked. Of course.

He stood there, watching the flames grow higher and higher, his feet locked in place.

He always thought he would've been good in emergencies, but not with fire. Not with fire.

"No." His voice was torn.

The flames vanished sooner than they had appeared.

"Go back to Jackie, or there'll be more fire to play with, Steven," the voice sang out.

The dial tone rang deep through his bones, ice-cold.

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