A/N: Sorry sorry sorry!! Halloween weekend attacked me and wouldn't let me do anything productive! But it's up now and I hope that you like it! I think there's one more chapter after this, and then an epilogue! Now that Sam is gone it can only be good. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own 70S SHOW, FEAR AND LOATHING, or The Beatles.

Jackie was pacing the front porch, ranting and raving.

"I still can't believe that she did that to him!" she spat. "I wish Steven had let me kick her ass, I could have done it!"

"I believe you," Jude said, quietly.

"She hurt so many people just to get what she wanted!" she continued. "I mean, I fight for what I want, but I make sure that people aren't hurt in the process!"

"I believe you."

"… What's wrong with you-?" she began, but Pamela walked onto the porch.

"Jackie sweetie, Logan Travers is on the phone," she said, and Jackie said an 'oh!' and rushed into the house. Jude would have followed, as it was about his marriage, but instead just stared ahead. Sam was gone. That was good, to be sure. But Sarah was gone too. Even though he didn't know her very well, he felt that there could have been something there between the two of them. He could see himself falling for her really hard. Harder than Roseanna, harder than any girl he'd met. It would be easy to simply blame Sam, but it would have come out eventually. He should have told her about the marriage, even if it wasn't anything important to him.

Jackie rushed out onto the porch, smiling widely.

"ANNULMENT!" she shrieked, hopping up and down. Jude jumped up, and whooped. She jumped into his arms, and he lifted her up. "He's started filing papers for annulment, and he thinks that it should be a snap! This is great news!! I have to call Brooke!"

"This is great," he said, setting her down. She continued smiling, but could tell that he was thinking of other things.

"Are you okay?" she asked. He nodded. "Oh my God, you've fallen in love with me-."

"What? NO," he said, holding up his hands. "It's not that, don't worry. It's… I should have told Sarah. I mean, I'm going to be in Point Place for awhile now while I figure out what to do next, and I REALLY like those pastries she sells." Jackie chuckled.

"And you really like her," she stated, and he nodded. "Go to her, Jude. Go to her and beg for forgiveness. Tell her we're getting an annulment, and get her back." Jude smiled at her, slyly.

"You're right," he said. "Are you okay though? I mean, you're still mad at Donna, and-."

"I'm fine, Donna and I…. we'll be friends again, but it won't be the same," she said. "I've accepted that. We're totally different people than high school… It's time we accepted that. And I think I'm okay with it. Yes, I'm still pissed at her insinuations, but for now, I feel quite at peace."

"Okay, as long as you're okay," he said. "I'm going after Sarah, Jackie."

"Good for you!" she cheered.

"Good for me!"

"I'm calling Brooke!"

"I'm taking your car!"

"You need to get your own car, but okay!" she said, and they both turned in other directions, her running for the phone and him running for the Camero.

Jackie grabbed the phone, and dialed Brooke's number. She hopped in excitement.

"Mom, I'm getting an annulment!" she called over her shoulder.

"That's nice, dear!"

The phone picked up.

"Brooke?"

"Actually, it's Kelso," the voice said.

"Michael? What are YOU doing there?"

"Well Jackie, if you must know, currently I'm doing Brooke-." The phone was yanked away from him.

"Jackie, hey," Brooke said.

"You and Michael, huh?" Jackie asked, knowingly.

"Oh, yes, me and Michael," Brooke said, sheepishly. "What's going on?"

"Brooke, Logan is filing papers for an annulment."

"Oh good!"

"And do I have a story for you! Tell Michael to sit tight because this is going to take awhile."

Sarah was strumming her guitar furiously as she sat in the back room. The nerve! Right when flirtation was turning to attraction, it turns out he's married to a fairly decent girl whose only real crime was being friends with Hot Donna. Sarah strummed, but realized that she was playing 'Hey Jude'. She shrieked, and stopped playing putting her guitar down. She ran a hand through her long brown hair, and rested her elbow on her knee as she cradled her forehead in her hand.

There was a knocking at the front door of the bakery. She stood and shuffled out to the front room to see Jude outside. She put a hand on her hip, and pointed at the 'closed' sign. He shook his head, and mouthed 'please let me in'.

"You dumbass, it's not soundproof glass! Do you know how expensive that is?" she asked, and he stepped back in surprise.

"Can I come in?"

"No! Go away!"

"Sarah, I want to explain-!"

"What's to explain?!"

"A lot, actually!"

"I doubt it!"

"Come on, I look like an idiot talking through a window," Jude said, looking behind him and eying people in the street who were eying him right back.

"Well here's a solution: Stop talking and scram!" she snapped.

"Sarah, it's really not what you think. Well, it kind of is, but it's more complicated than that," he said. "Look, I'm trying to make up for everything, and I know I'm a complete idiot for not saying anything before, but I'm saying it now. I just don't want to do it with an audience!"

"We enjoy the floor show!" a passer by said, snidely.

"Oh fuck off," Jude spat at him. Sarah wrinkled her nose, and sighed in defeat.

"You have five minutes, and it better be one hell of a story," she said, unlocking the bakery and letting him in. He entered, and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Jackie and I got married in Vegas in a drunken haze, not unlike the kind of haze Hunter S. Thompson seems to praise in 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'. She was mad at her ex, I was mad at mine, things got out of control, and now we're just friends. The annulment papers are in the works." Sarah kept her arms crossed, but her face visibly softened.

"Did you sleep with her?"

"… Yes. But again, it was drunken and it didn't mean anything. Presently and forevermore, we are just friends."

"Well that blonde made it sound like-."

"Psh, that blonde had it out for Jackie."

"Why?"

"Because the man she was passing as her husband is in love with my wife, and wanted to keep her away from him, and if I was with Jackie, Sam could be with Hyde. But she's gone now, she was kicked to the curb."

"… This is all a little too 'As the World Turns' for my tastes," Sarah said, looking away.

"Believe me, mine too," Jude agreed, and she sighed, letting her hands fall to her sides. "Look, I know I should have told you, but it didn't seem like a big deal because to me it never was one. You know?" She bit her lip, and shook her head.

"Not really." He sighed, and smiled ruefully.

"Well, that's fine," he said, stepping back. "It's not something I would expect anyone to completely understand. I'm not sure I even do."

"Ah."

"… Well, I'll be going then," he said. "I just thought I'd attempt to clear things up. And again, sorry about all that. I'll just let you get back to doing bakery things."

"… Okay," she said. He walked for the door, and turned briefly, looking as if he were trying to keep a strong demeanor but obviously failing at it. "I hope that you find someone who can be man enough to admit his mistakes. Before it's too late. Goodbye, Sarah. You're the sweetest thing about this town. And I'm including the cinnamon buns in that statement." He turned, and left the bakery. She nodded, and locked the door. She walked to the back room, trying to be confident with her decision, trying to stop thinking about him and what could have been. But for some reason, the song she'd been strumming earlier, the one that was about a man named Jude, suddenly ran through her mind, applying to her as well.

Hey Jude, don't let me down.

You have found her, now go and get her.

(let it out and let it in)

Remember to let her into your heart.

Then you can start to make it better.

She turned, and ran out of the back room, and then out of the bakery.

Jude was halfway down the street to Jackie's car, when he heard sneakers on the pavement. He turned, and Sarah was running to him. He smiled, and opened his arms, which she jumped into willingly. He hugged her tightly, and lifted her off the ground. She pulled back, and looked down at him.

"You should have told me," she said, looking into his ambiguous eyes. He smiled, relieved that she'd come for him. He kissed her, and swung her legs back and forth. He wasn't planning on letting her go any time soon either.

Donna knocked on the door of the Burkhart house, feeling pretty sheepish and low.

"Jude, you know you can just come in!" she heard Jackie say as she opened the door. "How did things go with-. Oh. It's YOU."

"Hi," Donna said, waving slowly. "Look, can we talk-?"

"I don't think we have anything to say to each other," Jackie said, starting to close the door, but Donna caught it with her hand.

"Jackie, come on, let me in."

"… I will come out there. And you have two minutes," Jackie said. "So make it quick." She stepped onto the porch, and Donna stepped back a little bit. Two minutes. There was a lot to say in that time frame. She hoped she could say it all, and get her point across.

"Jackie, I'm sorry that I said those things," Donna said. "I jumped to conclusions, and I said some mean stuff. I just… You know, I don't know why I said those things. I don't know why we've been at each other's throats for what seems like forever now. I don't know why I went off on you, I don't know why we seem to only fight these days. I wish that we could just go back to how it used to be, in high school, when our relationship wasn't as complicated as it is now." A tear fell down her face, and Jackie looked at the boards of the porch.

"Are you done?" Jackie asked, softly.

"Yes."

"Then it's my turn," Jackie said. "You can apologize all you want, Donna. And you probably mean it. In fact, it's one of the rare times you've actually apologized to me for anything you've done. I used to take it. I used to let go of the fact that I rarely got an apology for things you'd said, or how you'd made me feel. But I've realized something: I've been clinging to you, and the basement, because I never thought that I would have other friends outside of you guys. I was stuck in high school because I thought that you were all the best friends I'd ever have, even if you weren't that great of friends to me. You always made me feel like a bad person, like an inferior person. And I took it because I thought 'well, at least she likes me'.

"But you aren't the only one who does, Donna. I've realized that I have other people that care about me. I have Brooke, even if she's in Chicago, I have her. And now I have Jude. Jude has been more of a friend to me these past few days than you have in the past year, Donna. The past YEAR."

"Jackie, I said-."

"I know that we'll be friends again, Donna," Jackie stated. "I'm very forgiving that way. But here's the thing: I don't need you. I don't need to take this crap from you because I have no one else. Because I do… I know that now…. Give me some time. I'll come around… But we'll never have what he used to. We haven't had that for a long time, have we?" Donna shook her head, and Jackie felt tears falling down her face too.

"You meant so much to me, Donna," Jackie said. "But we're too different now. We can't be what we used to be. If we stop trying, maybe the fighting will stop too." Donna shook her head, and crossed her arms.

"I can't believe that," Donna said. "We'll see in a few months, but I don't believe that…. Look, I'm gonna go. I'll see you around." Jackie nodded, and they sort of hugged. But they both knew that Jackie was right. They had taken two different paths. If they stopped trying to force the other to come with, perhaps things would be easier.

As Donna drove away, Jude drove up in Jackie's Camero, and Sarah was in the car with him. They got out of the car, and Jackie waved at them, smiling genuinely.

"Well look at you two!" she called as they walked up to her. "I take it that it all worked out in the end, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Jude said, and Sarah nodded.

"Thank you for not staying married to this guy," Sarah said, and Jackie giggled. "More for me to enjoy, ya know?"

"I know," Jackie said. "So does that mean you'll be staying at her place tonight, Jude?"

"Only if you won't be lonely," he said.

"Oh, I will be, but that's okay," Jackie said. "Well you and Brooke just hit the jackpot romantically. She and Michael are back together, it seems."

"Oh wow, that's insane," Jude said.

"And… I just told Donna off," Jackie said.

"Oh man, I missed you kicking Donna's ass?" Sarah asked, disappointed, and Jackie giggled.

"I didn't kick her ass, I just… I told her that we'll never be as close as we used to be. Ever again…" Jackie said, trailing off a little bit. Jude rubbed her back.

"Ah kiddo. Are you okay?" he asked, and she nodded, and smiled at him.

"The fact you asked that made me see my decision was the right one," she said. Jude grinned, and ruffled her hair. "You two should go off and have some alone time."

"We already did," Sarah said.

"… In your car," Jude continued.

"Oh EW!" she exclaimed, swatting him on the shoulder repeatedly. "Dammit Jude, that's NOT cool! Just for that you have to take the bus back to Sarah's place!"

"Aww, seriously?" he asked. She stared at him, and then stamped her foot.

"Nooo," she muttered. "Get in. But you have to sit in the back seat, in your genetic filth."

"It was the driver's seat," Sarah said, guiltily.

"….. I fucking hate you both," she muttered, grabbing the keys from Jude's hands.

"I still think you're fantastic, Jackie," Jude said, grinning as he followed her.

"Shut up."

"It's a great car," Sarah chimed in. "The seats retract waaaaaay back-."

"Oh you think I don't know that?" Jackie asked. "As if Steven and I never did that back in the day. Please."

"Speaking of," Jude said as he and Sarah climbed in the back seat. "Are you going to go find him and claim what's yours?" Jackie reluctantly sat in the front seat, and adjusted the mirror so she could look at him.

"I don't know," she answered. "I think that I'm resolved to if it's meant to be, it's meant to be. You and Brooke have both shown me that."

"I like her attitude," Sarah said. "Very positive."

"Or maybe he'll just marry the next disease ridden skank that comes his way. For real this time," Jackie muttered, and revved the engine.

"… She's had a rough day," Jude said to Sarah, as Jackie screeched the car down the street.

About ten minutes after the Camero left the neighborhood, Hyde parked the El Camino in front of Jackie's house. He got out, trotted up the steps, and knocked on the door. When no one answered, he considered his options. He could turn around, get back in the car, and leave. He was good at that. He could leave, change his mind on what he was about to do, and not bring it up again. Or, he could sit down on the porch, and wait. Wait as long as he had to because in the end he knew that waiting would be completely worth it, if not a little scary.

So he sat his ass down, and decided that waiting was what he ultimately wanted.

A/N2: I need to make the big J/H scene romantic and sweeping, and it has some time to go before that. So bare with me a little longer. See you in a couple days!!