The next morning, as Jackie stepped out of the shower, she had never felt more confused in her entire life. The morning of Kelso's funeral was hardly one where she should be wearing a great big dumbass grin on her face because she'd had the most amazing sex of her life with Steven Hyde the night before. Nothing was more inappropriate during a memorial service than thinking about how many different times she'd been violated in the best possible ways by the dead guy's best friend. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, hoping that she'd be able to come up with something to say to Steven at breakfast. Wrapping her towel around her head and her robe around her body, Jackie opened the door and smelled instantly coffee and pastry.

"Morning. Hungry?"

Jackie's smile was instant and brief. On the table were two plates, coffee, orange juice and waffles with two pitchers of syrup. She sat down at the table and began pouring syrup over her two waffles. "Yeah, I guess we should eat."

Hyde looked up from the stove, hating that she sounded so distant. But then, at least this much he understood: she was freaking out over what should take precedence, their newly rekindled physical relationship or saying goodbye to her old boyfriend.

"Just so you know, whatever happens today does not change what I said last night," he told her before taking a sip of his coffee. "I know Kelso meant a lot to you, so I understand…I understand."

"What happens now, though?" Jackie asked tentatively. "I mean, I'm only in town until tomorrow night."

"Right." And they were right back to where they were thirteen years ago, Hyde realized. They'd grown up and grown apart only to come home and find themselves right back as teenagers again. Maybe that honesty thing from the night before would be the best answer for now. "I don't know what happens next Jackie."

"Okay. Okay, well, today is going to be difficult enough to get through without thinking about…us. We should just get through that part first."

"Right. I have to be at the church early, since I'm one of the pallbearers, so do you want me to drop you off at the Foreman's?"

"No, no, I'll just go with you." Jackie traced her fork through her syrup, the happiness she felt from the night before being suppressed by the whole reason she came home in the first place. Then she felt Hyde's sturdy, strong hand clasp over hers.

"Hey. We'll get through this."

Jackie smiled, knowing he didn't just mean the funeral. "I know."

At the church, Eric and Donna ushered Roberta and Pat into the pew, Eric looked around and saw Hyde and Jackie arriving through the church door. Though he didn't have Donna's keen feminine intuition, he could tell that something had happened between them. Then his mouth dropped open when he saw Jackie reach up one hand and grab at her right earring. He shut it again and quickly elbowed his wife in the ribs.

"Donna," he said out of the side of his mouth, "look at what Jackie is doing."

"Yeah, she is here with Hyde. So what?"

"So…look at what she is doing."

Donna rolled her eyes, knowing Eric's tendency to freak out over things. But when she looked over to the petite brunette and saw her tapping her long fingers over her accessories, she also felt her jaw drop open.

"No…way."

"Oh, I think way."

As the pews began to fill up, many of them with people Eric vaguely recognized as Kelso's fellow officers, he rose to take his place up at the front of the church. "Alright, I have to go sit up front with the other pallbearers but I promise I will try to find out as much as I can."

"It's a funeral, Nancy Drew, not an ice cream social."

The service itself was lovely, with many things being said about Kelso that were both funny and true at the same time. His daughter gave a moving speech about the values he'd given her and how once a life had been touched by Michael Bernardino Kelso it was hard to forget the impact of it; not a dry eye was left in the house. When the pastor invited the guests to pass the casket one last time before it was shut and carried to the hearse, Donna couldn't help notice how Jackie would not stop playing with her earrings. It was wrong and completely not the place, but…perhaps not; Kelso the perpetually horny ladies-man would probably be happy that there was a little more 'it' going on in the world. Since she was the first to the casket out of the group, she looked down with a small smile on her face at her friend and slipped a condom and her old promise ring into the casket with him.

"I wanted you to have back the promise ring that Eric gave me in eleventh grade in case you meet someone in heaven, and the condom is…well, you know."

Donna looked over her shoulder as she ushered her children ahead, and saw Fez there. For once his clothes didn't burn the retina – he was in fact wearing a very well tailored black suit – and she could see him mumbling a prayer in Spanish before making the sign of the cross.

"Kelso, I want you to know, I will take good care of Brooke and Betsey and this is something for you. I know that there are probably so many good candy stores up in the sky but I thought this might tide you over until you get there," he murmured, tucking a Tootsies-Pop into Kelso's hands. "Have a good nap, buddy."

Hyde came next, his arm around Jackie, who tucked a little letter in by his elbow. "Michael, this is a few things I was going to write into my next postcard for you, so…" she trailed off, eyes bugging out as she saw Hyde look around furtively and pull a slim white…thing out of his pocket.

"Hey man, you'll know what to do with this. Just hang onto it until we're all in the circle again."

Jackie slapped his stomach lightly. "That is so bad-ass of you, Steven."

"You're swearing in church. You've really turned out nicely."