Hey! Sorry it took me so long to update, but I'm back now! *claps happily* Thanks for all the reviews and support! U guys rock! *give out imaginary cookies* This rlly short chapter is just going to be some Jackie/Hyde fluff with a pint of Jackie's past thrown in. Sorry about the length, but I promise the next one will be longer. I just didn't have any good ideas. Disclaimer: I don't own That '70s Show. Never have, never will.

Jackie woke up in Hyde's cot feeling dizzy and tired. She got up slowly and walked over to where her purse was. The tiny brunette dug through it until she found what she wanted. Jackie unscrewed the top of the pill bottle and carefully took two out. Hyde woke up just as she was leaving the room. He sat up, hair mussed and eyebrow raised. "Where are you going?" he questioned. Jackie held out her pills, and he nodded. "I'll get you some water."

"Steven, you don't have to," Jackie started to say but was cut off by the look her boyfriend gave her.

"Just let me help you a little," he pleaded gently. Jackie, knowing how rare these moments were with Hyde, nodded. He headed upstairs while she laid back down, closing her eyes. Jackie had to admit she was tired. If there was one thing she hated about leukemia more than it making her hair fall out was the fact that it sucked away all her energy. When Jackie thought of her childhood, she remembered being tired all the time. Luckily, she'd had friends that lifted her up. Some of them were still alive while others had passed away. Jackie remembered every single one of them. It was hard not to.

Meanwhile, Hyde was upstairs getting Jackie a glass of water and some toast. He figured it would be good for her to eat something. The Zenmaster wasn't familiar with leukemia, but he knew one thing. Jackie couldn't die. She just couldn't. If Jackie died, he would have nothing left to live for. She somehow filled his life and made it worth living. Plus, Jackie deserved life. She deserved to grow old and get married and have kids and everything else she had ever wanted. She didn't deserve to die at seventeen.

"Steven?" Hyde turned around to see Mrs. Forman standing in the kitchen in her bathrobe and curlers. It must've been earlier than he thought. "What are you doing up so early?" the mother hen asked worriedly. She knew Jackie's news had really thrown Steven for a loop. Still, Kitty had a feeling the two would be fine. Hyde loved Jackie more than he was willing to admit.

"Jackie needed water to take her, uh, medicine, and I figured it wouldn't hurt her to eat something," Hyde explained nervously. Kitty nodded understandingly.

"That's nice of you," she commented. Hyde looked down at his feet. There was a small pause before Kitty spoke again. "You know, Steven…"

"Why didn't she tell me?" Hyde whispered angrily. Kitty felt her heart go out to him.

"Well, in my experience, cancer patients who've recovered find it difficult to talk about their illness. It's almost like soldiers who go to war have a hard time talking about the fighting afterwards. Red could never tell me about his time in the service once it was over," she explained gently. Hyde nodded understandingly.

"So it's not that she didn't want me to know, it's just that she didn't want to talk about it," he stated. Kitty nodded.

"Exactly. Most cancer patients don't like talking about their cancer. Their motto is 'What's done is done'. And I'd bet anything that's why Jackie never said anything to you kids about being sick as a kid."

"Thanks, Mrs. Forman."

"No problem, sweetheart." Kitty smiled. Hyde headed downstairs with the water and the toast. He found Jackie asleep on his cot. Smiling to himself, he set down the glass and plate and laid down next to Jackie. Somehow sensing Hyde was there, Jackie snuggled closer to him. He put his arms around her waist, noticing how small his girlfriend had gotten since getting sick again.

"I love you," Hyde whispered.

Jackie's faint voice whispered back, "I love you too." And no matter what happened next, they'd still be in love. If only there were enough…