A/N: Thanks, reviewers! Special thanks to cravingsmiles for helping my figure out the direction of this chapter. I'm not done with last chapter, so don't forget what happened. LOL, I hope it wasn't that forgettable… :P

This chapter will switch around from character to character. The lines separate different locations, and you'll be able to tell which character it's about.

Kay kay! Love you guys!

It was his stash. Hyde gingerly fumbled with it between his fingers, all of the anger he had from a moment ago pushed back.

There had been that one time when he walked in on the circle and Kelso offered him a smoke, and he, being in his right mind then, had refused. But he so wanted to give in. He so wanted everything to be like it used to.

Why the Hell not? There was no one to stop him, and he was so fed up, why should he care what happened? The past few weeks had been only a dream, hadn't they?

OK, so maybe he was reverting back to denial in this time of desperation. Though, the denial was different originally. Eric, Kelso, everyone, they all saw him as the old Hyde then.

Life had readjusted itself around him, shoving him into the corner once more.

So why not?

Hyde violently shook his head in surrender, grabbing a lighter and giving in.

"Eric, just give him a while. He can't stay in there forever," Donna comforted.

"I wouldn't blame him if he did," Eric countered, "I would if it was me."

That was the first time either of them had really pictured themselves in Hyde's shoes. Almost simultaneously, the two turned to each other, eyes linking together with their sudden realization.

"God, Eric. If it was me, I don't know what I'd do."

"Now I see why he hated not being allowed in the circle anymore."

The room was filled with smoke. Hyde couldn't remember this much smoke in his whole life. For just a moment, it occurred to him that the house was on fire, but he laughed that idea off. Fire. Hilarious. Hey, if the house was on fire, it would totally be a good time to have one of those cars that runs on water because then he could put it out as he drove! Jesus Christ, Hyde was totally stoned.

As he stared up at the ceiling his big fight with Eric where it was revealed that his life was ruined didn't seem important at all now. Nothing did.

Everything is nothing, he thought, wow, man, that's deep. I should write that down and use it later.

Hyde's head suddenly shot up at the sound of spaceship noises. Oh, wait, it was just his breathing. Or maybe Eric and Donna watching TV upstairs. Oh well, whatever it was, it did not matter. He was fine here, alone in the smoke. Though, surrounded by the thick smog of his defeat though he was, he felt like his mind had been cleared.

At least he had enough sense not to smoke too much of his stash. His trip would end soon enough. Whether that was a good or bad thing depended on who you asked.

Donna and Eric were halfheartedly enjoying a crappy science fiction movie (which Eric, as a die hard sci-fi and Star Wars fan enjoyed more so than his girlfriend). Eric was glad that there was no cursing or loud, angry ranting from downstairs. All was quiet, excluding the cheap sound effects of the movie mixed with the chewing of popcorn.

"Have you seen Kelso?" A concerned voice echoed through the living room.

Eric didn't even turn to face Fez at the sound of his voice because he was far too into the movie.

"Yeah," he said absentmindedly, gesturing towards the door, "at the hospital, my mom took him."

"Is he OK?" Fez gasped.

"Yeah, yeah, fine, just froze his tongue," Eric blathered. Donna, who was now into the movie almost as much as Eric, shushed both of them loudly.

Fez held his head high and declared "well then...good day."

"But Fez-" Donna started.

"I said good day!" The foreigner slammed the door with a pout and left for the hospital.

"So," Donna said, oblivious to Fez's departure, "who do you think the alien is?"

"Oh, Michael!" Jackie sped towards her beloved, hugging him tightly. That is, she hugged him before slapping him. "Why would you agree to licking a pole?"

Michael shifted uncomfortably in his chair at the hospital waiting room. "Because," he said bashfully, "Hyde told me to." His voice was just the tiniest bit slurred from his traumatized tongue.

Jackie took one hand off of her hip and made a wide gesture across the room, looking for a good example. "Well, would you…take someone hostage if Hyde told you to?"

Kelso scoffed. "Jackie," he said in a tone that implied he was about to degrade her, "you act like I know what that means." Jackie rolled her eyes in annoyance and anger, her concern fleeting having seen that Michael was OK.

Before either lover could get another word in edgewise, a panicked foreign voice burst into the room. "Where is he?"

"Fez!" Jackie barked. She didn't like being interrupted, which Fez should have learned by her princess personality by now.

"Jackie!"

"Calm down, Fez, he's fine."

"What happened?" Fez asked. Jackie explained everything to him to the background noise of hospital sounds.

"Hyde told him to lick a frozen pole and his tongue stuck!"

Fez made a fist and looked down, "that sonavabitch."

"Smoke, smoke, go away, go get bent another day…" Hyde was only half aware that he was even talking.

He rolled over and stared at the wall, amazed at every mark and bump and crack that blemished its surface.

Somewhere, subconsciously, he could tell that his trip was starting to wear off. The sleeping, intelligent part of him could only hope that Red, Kitty, and/or Laurie wouldn't get home until after it did.

In the meantime, he was giggling over who-knows-what, enjoying his destructive fallback high.

Yep, it was just like old times.

A/N: There we are! Hope you enjoyed this chapter of Hyde's Redo. And remember, This in no way condones the use of drugs (you guys are T7S fans, I'm sure you're used to seeing this sort of stuff. But as a paranoid freak, I'm just saying). All I had to base this off of was the circles from the show and the one time I had nitrous oxide at the dentist. Again; drugs=bad. OK, I think that's enough of that rant. Sorry guys, I'm just paranoid about that stuff.

I don;t know why, but always inserts "J" at the end of my A/N. Deletes the period and puts it there...it befuddles me. Oh well!

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