Authors Note: I apologize for the delay in updates. Been having a bit of writers block with this story. Also, I'm not too thrilled with this chapter. I had a hard time trying to tie in "The Pill" with Jackie being a virgin and all. :p I reworked this chapter a few times and I'm still not satisfied. Anyway, I promise the next one will be better. I anticipate maybe five more chapters to this story. Good things to come, so stay tuned!

Disclaimer: I do not own 'That 70s Show" or "In Your Eyes".

Point Place Wisconsin-A week Later

"Look, Hyde. All I'm saying is that you're acting really freaking weird. Don't even try to lie to me, either." Foreman paused and placed his hand on his hips. "I have the force."

Hyde lifted a box high into the air before planting it on the other side of the garage. With a frustrated sigh, he turned to his scrawny friend.

"Foreman, relax. Red asked me to clean the garage, so I am. It's nothing to wet your panties over." Hyde crouched on the ground to examine the next box of junk. He, aimlessly, picked through greasy tools and old car parts.

Foreman shifted, nervously. "Panties? Hyde I may not be Joe Boxer but I definitely don't wear panties, okay?"

Hyde snickered, eyeing the hidden Playboy at the bottom of the box. "Oh, I know. You prefer being nude." He dug through the mess to pick up the wrinkled magazine. "September 1968. Nice, Red."

Foreman, now curious, crouched over Hyde and stared at the blonde on the cover. "No way! Red has porn?" Suddenly spastic, Foreman covered his mouth with his hand and paced the garage. "Oh, this could be very helpful."

Hyde turned, serious. "Whatever you're plotting, Samantha, leave me out of it." He paused and placed the magazine back in the box. He shooed the smaller man away with his fingers. "Now pop on out of here, would ya? I got work to do."

"See! This is what I'm saying!" Foreman squealed just as Donna walked up the driveway.

"What are you saying?" She cozied up to Foreman and grinned.

Foreman took Donnas hands and, in his most serious tone, responded. "Hyde found a Playboy in my dads stuff…and he put it back."

Donna, eyes wide, gasped. She clung to Foreman for balance. "What?! But…but…the burn potential alone…"

"Exactly!" Foreman exclaimed. He turned towards Hyde and pointed directly at him. "Unhand my friend, you robot!"

"Hey, where's the robot? I wanna see!" Kelso ran up the driveway, his grin wide and stupid.

Blood, fueled by anger, pooled to Hydes face. He stood to face his accusers. Hands in his pockets, he glared. "You know, I've had just about enough of your crap, Foreman." He took a step towards the smaller man. "Red asked me to do some chores. Your chores. Which, by the way, are…"

"Steven? Hello? Please be there!"

"Jackie?"

Her voice penetrated his thoughts. A voice he hadn't heard since that night he'd helped her escape. He froze in place, eyes squinting, as his moronic friends looked on, confused.

"Wait, isn't Jackie his…" Donna whispered to Foreman.

"New chick!" Kelso answered for him. He padded towards Hyde, confidently, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, is she hot? Cause if you wanna double up we can make that happen, buddy."

"Steven! Please, I need you."

Hyde shrugged the hand off of his shoulder and stood tall. "Hell with it. I'm outta here."

He stomped towards the house, into the kitchen, and straight into the basement where he locked himself in his room. Bracing against the closed door, he let her in.

"Jackie, what's going on? Where the hell have you been?" He squinted to see her in entirety. She stood tall against a full- length mirror, hands wringing nervously, as her pink dress hugged her small form. Her dark hair, pinned up in a puddle of loose curls, held together with a single white flower.

Hyde caught his breath. "Wow. You're beautiful."

Jackie smiled and covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh, Steven." Her smile, though, melted into quiet sobs as she studied herself in the mirror. "Oh, Steven, what am I going to do?"

Hydes pulse quickened. He pushed off from the door and paced the room. "Do about what? Jackie, tell me what's going on." Slow music hung over their conversation. "Where are you?"

Jackie turned from the mirror and leaned against the bathroom sink. Her hands shook as she considered the past few days. "My parents, they were so angry with me after I bailed on dinner. They refused to leave me alone….unless I was with Chip. They even paid Esmerelda to stay with me." She paused to breath. "The Valentines dance is tonight. I'm here with him."

Hyde shook his head and wore a bitter grin. "Of course you are." He covered his eyes with his hands and sat down on his cot. "You know what, Jackie, why don't you just go have a good time with…"

"I wish that you were my date tonight instead of Chip." The words came out in a panic. She clutched the countertop so tightly that her nails drove dents into its hard surface. Her heart raced. Her chest heaved up and down with rapid breath.

His mouth now dry, Hyde licked his lips. He moved his hands up to his forehead and rubbed the thick skin. With a sigh, he fell backwards against the wall. "Yea, me too."

Jackie slowly nodded, understanding that those three words meant so much more than they fronted. "So, no windows in this bathroom."

Hyde smiled at the memory. "No, but I bet there's a side door."

Jackie smiled, genuinely, for the first time in days. She fingered the flower in her hair and looked down at her perfectly matched shoes.

"So, what are you doing for Valentines Day?" She traced patterns on the floor with her pink heels.

Hyde stiffened. "You mean the governments plan to get consumers to spend money on pointless junk?" He moved to stand. "Jackie, Valentines Day is a sham. I thought I taught you better."

Jackie rolled her eyes. "No, Steven. Valentines Day is a day to express your love to the prettiest girl in the room. You know, the one who deserves to be showered with candy and presents and flowers." She paused. "Besides, how can you possibly hate a holiday that is all about the color pink?"

Hyde flipped, aimlessly, through his record collection. "There ya go. See, every time I remember how much I like you, you throw in a comment about the color pink, Donny Osmond, or Roller Disco and I start to question our whole relationship."

His smirk and eyebrow raise accompanied his humor. Jackie shrugged, feigning zen. "Whatever."

Hyde grinned. "You've been practicing, grasshopper. Very nice."

The bathroom door swung open to reveal Rhonda. She half ran, her purple pumps pounding, towards Jackie. She grasped the brunettes arm and rambled on.

"Jackie, Chip has been looking everywhere for you!" She paused to catch her breath. "Brooke is talking to him and she's already giggling. I don't know how much longer he can hold out against her charms."

Jackie yanked her arm away. She turned back to the mirror and adjusted her hair.

"I don't care, Rhonda. Let the skank have him."

Rhonda braced against the counter, shock written all over her pretty pastel lips. "But Jackie, he's Chip. Who else could you possibly be seen with at our high school?"

Hyde, disgusted by the petty banter, focused on the quiet hum of Zeppelin III. The image of Jackies big mismatched eyes next to the somber lyrics of 'Tangerine' was enough to tolerate the drabble.

That and the bag of candy he found hidden behind the drywall.

"Alright, Fes." He smirked.

Jackie pulled away from the mirror, much to Hydes dislike, and turned on Rhonda. "Well, you can tell Chip that I'm over him. Also, that I hope he gets crabs." She paused, Hydes chuckling sounding in her head, and bolted upright. "In fact, lets go. I'll tell him myself."

Hyde, suddenly interested again, sat back and placed his hands behind his head. "This should be good." He muttered. He stared, suspiciously, at the blue conversation heart before popping it into his mouth.

Shrugging, Rhonda led Jackie out of the bathroom and into the crowded gymnasium. They waded through hoards of posh teenagers until they reached the snack table. There, the crowed opened to reveal Chip fingering the curly hair of a perky blonde bimbo.

"Chip!" Jackies voice sounded over the disco music. The blonde shrank into the background as Chip stepped forward. Tall and muscled beneath his pressed suit, he towered over the shorter brunette. Still, with Steven standing behind her, she stood her ground. "Chip, we need to talk."

"Hey baby." His hand shot out and he caught her waist. She, quickly, pulled away from his grasp.

"Don't touch me, you manwhore." She stretched as high as she possibly could, her emotions adding to her weight. "We're through. For good this time." Noticing the blonde standing to her right, Jackie grasped her hips. "Oh, and Brooke, feel free to giggle with Chip whenever you want to. But you might want to get tested afterwards." She leaned forward and whispered into the skanks ear. "Crabs!"

Hyde laughed so hard he could barely sit upright. He slapped his knee in uncontrolled amusement.

Chips face darkened. Brooke, clearly embarrassed, shrank away from the conversation. Rhonda stood behind Jackie, arms crossed nervously around her rather large chest.

The awkwardness palpable, Jackie stepped away only to run straight into a familiar redhead. Pulling back, she immediately recognized the girl.

"And you…" Jackie began but tumbled aside as the girl trampled through the group and perched directly in front of Chip.

"Chip, we need to talk." The redhead demanded.

"I'm glad I have snacks for this." Hyde mused, causing Jackie to giggle into her palm. He chose a yellow 'kiss me' heart and passed it between his lips.

Chip took the girls hand and moved away from the group. He spoke in a tense whisper. "What? Can't you see I'm with my girlfriend, here?"

Jackie and Hyde both tensed. "Nope, not me. I'm not his girlfriend." Jackie clarified adamantly.

The redhead thrust her hands to her hips and stuck her nose into the air. "Fine. I just thought that you should know that I'm pregnant, Chip, and it's yours."

Jackies eyes widened. Hyde nearly choked on his 'kiss me' heart.

Chip hardened. His eyes flared with anger. He grasped the redheads arm and pulled her closer. "That's impossible, you lying whore."

Everyone around them gasped. Hyde balled his fists and clenched his teeth. "Yea, that's it…"

He barely got the words out before Jackie lunged forward and planted a punch straight to Chips right cheek. The surprise altered him more than the attack and, when he came back, he was angry.

He eyed Jackie, his gaze made of fire and acid. Finally, stepping ahead until their noses nearly touched, he spit the three words that sent Hyde into a tailspin. "You crazy bitch."

Hyde bounded from his bed and clenched his fists. He squinted as the image of Chips threatening glare blurred into a crowd of onlookers, discarded streamers, walls pink with hearts, and finally the parking lot. Chills ran through his body as Jackie hugged herself.

"Jackie?"

Jackie crouched on the ground, breathless. The chill of the evening cut through her exposed flesh.

Once again, she'd forgotten her jacket.

A slow rumble escaped her throat. It came in slow waves until, finally, she recognized the sensation.

Laughter.

Hyde relaxed, realizing her amusement. "Jackie, you punched him." He shook his hand, still reeling from her pain.

"I know." She managed between giggling gasps. "I felt you wanting to hurt him and I just…" She smiled into the air. "I just did."

Hyde, exhausted from her excitement, sat down. He picked up the abandoned bag of hearts and fished for the remaining two. "Bastard deserved it. Did you hear what he called you?"

"That felt amazing!" Jackie stood and fluffed her dress. Eyeing Chips limo, waiting in the distance, she moved. "I get why you like beating people up now, Steven."

Hyde nodded. He debated between the final two hearts. "Yea, something like that."

"Hey!" Her eyes grew wide in excitement. "I'm gonna steal Chips limo and go get baked."

Hyde shook his head, pride etching his features. "Jackie, that is so badass."

Jackies smile faded. She stopped as her fingers touched smooth surface of the limo. "Steven, that could've been me. If I hadn't held out, I could have been the poor pregnant girl-except I'd have good hair."

Hyde wiped his forehead with his hands and stared into the box of candy. "Yea, then you'd be Edna." He paused. "At least Bud stuck around for a few years. I don't see Chip lasting long."

She swallowed. His grief deescalated her previous exhilaration.

"Well, if Bud were here I would punch him too." She smile. "Just for you."

Hyde exhaled. He pulled a single pink heart from the box and focused on it.

Be Mine.

"Oh, Steven!" Her hands flew to her mouth. "Did you buy conversation hearts just for me?"

Hydes eyebrows knitted in stubborn resolve. "Nope, stole 'em from Fes." Sensing her fading smile, though, he shrugged.

"And happy government conspiracy day, doll."