If we only had a way to make it all fall faster everyday.
If only time flew like a dove.
Will God make it fly faster than I'm falling in love.
This time we're not giving up. Let's make it last forever.
Screaming Hallelujah.
We'll make it last forever.
Holding on to patience wearing thin.
I can't force these eyes to see the end.
If only time flew like a dove.
Well, we can watch it fly and just keep looking up.
This time we're not giving up. Let's make it last forever.
Screaming Hallelujah.
We'll make it last forever.
And we've got time on our hands. Got nothing but time on our hands.
Got nothing but, got nothing but,
Got nothing but time on our hands.
This time we're not giving up. Let's make it last forever.
Screaming Hallelujah.
Hallelujah.
Halleljuah."
-"Hallelujah," Paramore
Hyde pulled out an old photograph, and chuckled to himself. How young they both looked, how carefree, and happy. How clearly unaware of how their lives were about to be flushed down the toilet.
He hated looking back at old things for a reason, and he was never one to be very sentimental, but he had sat down and felt the need to today.
It occurred to him, as he woke up this morning, that she was gone, truly gone, from his life, and that her move to New York was absolutely and totally final. She had been gone for almost a year, but reality had only just caught up with him now.
"My gosh," he muttered softly as he saw the picture of them at her Senior Prom. She was gorgeous. He loved this picture, the way she looked so stunning and amazing, and how he stood there, goggling at her, amazed at this beautiful creature who was his girlfriend.
If only he could have another chance. He would give anything for another chance.
There was a knock on the door. Hyde got up off his bed and carefully put away the pictures. No one was to know he still had those out.
As he walked away, he flipped the switch, and accidentally hit the box containing the photos over and spilled them out onto the ground. Not noticing, he walked out of the room and into the basement.
He opened the door, expecting to find an in-trouble Kelso, a freezing Fez, or a ticked off Donna.
Instead he found a very cold, shivering, and sobbing brunette.
"Jackie?" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"S-St-Steven," she chattered. "I-I n-n-ee-d t-to t-talk t-to you-oo." She was shivering ferociously.
"Geez, Jackie, you're frozen!" he said, as he quickly ushered her indoors. "What'd you do, walk here from New York?"
"Nope," she said. "Just Kenosha."
"Kenosha?!" he shouted. "Jackie! What on earth were you doing walking all the way from Kenosha?!"
She was quiet for a moment, snuggling into the blanket he'd fetched for her on the couch. Then she spoke. "My boss is a pig, Steven," she said finally.
His stomach tightened. "What- What'd he do?"
"He tried to hit on me, and he told me the only reason he hired me was because he thought I was pretty, and he said he was in charge, and so I might as well do what he wanted me to do, if he was the one paying me, and he just- he just-" She started to simultaneously cry and hiccup.
"Jackie, come here, baby," he said consolingly, coming closer to her. "It's okay, baby." He soothed her while rubbing her back. "Did that jerk touch you?" he asked. "Or do anything to you? Because if he did-"
"No, he didn't," Jackie said. "I wouldn't let him. I ran all the way home, grabbed all the money I had, and all it was was enough to get me a train ride to Kenosha," she explained.
He nodded. "I'm still going back to New York and kicking that guy's butt and-"
"Steven, calm down," Jackie said soothingly. "It's no big deal." She sighed. "It's just I don't think I want to have that job anymore, so it looks like I'll be back in Point Place for a while."
"Back?" he asked, his smile growing broad.
"Yes, Steven, back, and get that silly smirk off your face. It doesn't mean anything."
"Yes, it does, Jackie. It means that we can fix what happened and make things right."
"No, it doesn't, because it still doesn't changed all of the messed-up things between us!"
"Jackie, I-"
"You probably haven't even thought about me once since I moved to New York! You probably just miss having someone to take care of you!"
"No, Jackie! I miss having you to take care of me!" he shouted back at her.
"You know what, Steven? I'll bet you didn't even think about getting back together with me until you saw me walk through that door!" she shouted, traipsing into his room.
"That's a lie!" he returned, but it fell on deaf ears.
"Steven," she gasped, picking something off the floor, and showing it to him. It was a handful of the pictures of them he'd been looking at earlier today. They must've fallen.
"Steven, you really have thought about me," she whispered.
"Yes," he said, sounding exhausted. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. I'm always thinking about you."
She grinned at him, and kissed him, and he was grinning too.
"Nothing can stop us this time," she whispered. "I don't care. No nurses, no Kelso, no proposals, no Sam. Nothing. I miss you, and now we have everything for us."
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Just you, me, and time."
And she knew he was right.