Dream A Little Dream of Me

Disclaimer: I do not own any of That 70's Show characters, sadly.

Summary: See 'Where Is Your Heart'

Authors Note: I just wan to take this time and thank all of you lovely people who took time out of their day to review my story. I just can't tell you how much that means to me. Thank you very much. So due many request I have made a second chapter.

-Chicago-

"God, Jackie I love you so much." Hyde said as he stroked Jackie's face. She was getting so tired. It must have been one in the morning. Her and Hyde had been talking since the moment he had proposed. She still couldn't believe it.

Hyde must have noticed that that Jackie's eyelids were getting heavier, "Don't fall asleep baby. Just stay up a little longer."

"I can't Steven. Just, can you hold me?" Jackie asked burring her head in the crook of his neck.

"I'll do what ever you want if you just don't leave me."

Jackie looked up at him. It was as if the corner of her vision was getting foggy. "What do you mean leave you?"

Hyde opened his mouth to say something but Jackie couldn't make it out. "Steven, what do you mean?" Jackie's vision got so hazy that she couldn't even make out Hyde's face.

The haziness was starting to subside but not into the beige walls of the motel room. It was Jackie's room. Jackie was in her room, at her house, in Point Place. It was a dream. She hadn't left for Chicago yet. It was just the morning after she found out Hyde got drunk in a warehouse.

Jackie sat up in bed and clutched her knees to her chest. What was she going to do? What did that dream mean? She stood up and pulled on a pair of jeans and put her hair up in a ponytail. She had packed her bags last night and had no other clothes to wear but an old Led Zeppelin T-shirt and a dirty pair of jeans. She pulled the shirt collar up to her noise and inhaled deeply. No matter how many nights she slept in it and no matter how many times she had cried into it, it had always smelled the same. It smelled of weed and beer. It smelled of Steven Hyde.

Jackie walked across her room and looked into her full-length mirror. She looked like an eighteen wheeler had hit her. "I look like Donna." She said aloud to no one in particular.

"Well, thank you." Donna Pinciotti said as she walked into Jackie's room. "But you don't look like your regular princess-y self." Donna sat down on the unmade bed. "How are you doing?"

"How do you think I'm doing?" Jackie plopped down next to her best friend on the bed. "I don't know what to do. Should I just leave and not give Steven a chance to say no or should I see what he chose?"

"I don't know, Jackie. As long as I've known Hyde, he's always done the right thing."

"I know that but, what if I'm not the right thing?"

Donna put her arm around Jackie as she began to cry again.

-Foreman's Basement – Hyde's room-

Hyde felt something wet on his face. He reached his hand up and wiped it off and put his hand back down.

There it was again. And again. It was water. Hyde was coming into consciousness with a bitching hangover.

He opened his eyes to see Eric Foreman standing above him. "What?" He asked groggily.

"I don't know if you've noticed but it's like, oh 11:45 in the morning and you're supposed to give Jackie an answer before 12:00."

For some reason this didn't register with Hyde. That's when he saw the water spritzer.

"Get up, you ass!" Eric said as he sprayed water in Hyde's face again.

"I'm going! I'm going!" Hyde said going for the door to the basement.

"Hey, Hyde. You might want to put some pants on."

Hyde looked down to see he was only clad in boxers. "Oh, yeah."

Hyde walked over to his dresser to put on some pants and a shirt, "Hyde? What do you plan on doing for the rest of your life?"

"I have my record store and when my dad dies me and Angie'll split everything."

"No, I mean with like, a house and family."

"Oh well, I'm gonna have those some day." Hyde looked over at Eric. "You know white picket fence, kids running in the front yard and a dog barking somewhere."

"Well where are you gonna get the kids? They don't just come out of no where."

It must have been because it was early or because of the hangover but Hyde didn't even think about his answer before he said it. "Of course not, Foreman. Jackie's gonna have them." All Eric did was smile his stupid little goofy smile and leave the room.

-11:50-

Jackie stood outside the door of the basement weighing her options. She could go in and get her heart ripped out or she could leave and never know what might have been. Her decision was decided for her when the basement door opened to see Hyde standing in front of her. "Jackie."

"Steven."

"Uhm… You wanna come in?"

Jackie nodded and walked past Hyde into the basement. She slowly pulled off her jacket and placed it on the stereo.

"You're wearing the shirt." It could have been that he had just woken up but Hyde was in awe of this girl. She continued to surprise him.

"Yeah, I, uh… I sleep in it a lot and all my clothes were packed up."

"It looks good on you." Hyde said looking down at the ground.

"Thanks." Jackie walked over to the folding chair and sat down with her hands in her lap.

Hyde took her lead and walked to his chair, taking his coat off and sitting down. "Alright." Hyde took off his glasses and leaned forward. "So I thought about it all yesterday and all night. I spent some time with my stash but I didn't come up with anything. So then I sat on my own and thought about it and came up with a lot of things, but none of them would have worked. Then I went with the guys and Charlie to his dad's beer warehouse and got unbelievably drunk. Which didn't help either. But…" Hyde stopped and rubbed his eyes as if he was going to say something he didn't believe he was about to say.

"But what?" Jackie insisted.

"But Foreman woke me up this morning and asked me what I planned on doing with my life and I said I wanted a house and kids and stuff. And he asked how I was going to get these kids and without even thinking I said that you were going to have them. Which made me think about thinking. As soon as I stopped thinking I got my answer. I want to be with you for the rest of my life but…" He trailed off again.

"But what?" Jackie asked again.

"But I can't let you waste your life here in Point Place." Hyde let out a sigh as if he had been holding his breath.

"Who says I'd be wasting my life?" Jackie asked scrunching her brows together.

"Come on, Jack. You, staying here with me? It would be a waste of time. A waste of your time."

"What the hell are you talking about!" Jackie asked standing up.

"Jackie, I'm poor! I'm not the perfect boyfriend and I highly doubt I'll be the best husband. Or father, for that matter… I mean look at Bud. For all you know I could end up just like him. An alcoholic bum who ran out on his family. Do you really want that?"

"You're not going to be Bud. He's not even your father! WB is your father!"

-Foreman Kitchen-

"Can you hear anything?" Kitty Foreman asked looking around the crowded kitchen.

"Not anymore." Red said from the table.

"How come?" Kelso asked curious.

"Because you're talking!" Red yelled.

- Foreman Basement -

"So what! He wasn't there and neither was Bud!" Hyde said standing up. "It doesn't matter anyway."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" Jackie said stepping closer to Hyde.

"I mean that it's never going to happen." Hyde looked down at the coffee table. "We're never going to happen."

"How can you…" Jackie trailed off. "I can't believe you! There are sometimes where you're so sweet and kind and generous and then there are other times when you can be such an asshole!"

"Yeah, Jack, just keep telling your self I'm an asshole. It'll make this a whole lot easier." Hyde almost mumbled or at least he wished he had.

"Easier for who? For me or for you?"

"Jackie, don't…" Hyde practically whispered.

"Steven, answer the question!" Jackie yelled closing her eyes shut and balling her fists.

"For me okay!" Hyde yelled back. He turned around and kicked his chair making it fly into the washer and dryer.

-Foreman Kitchen-

"What was that?" Donna asked aloud.

"What if she gets him so mad he kills her and shoves her in the dryer?" Kelso asked.

"Don't be a dumb ass." Red said slapping Kelso in the back of the head.

-Foreman Basement-

"Do you feel better?" Jackie asked almost condescendingly.

"No I don't." Hyde stood with his back to her and his hands resting on his hips.

"Well how do you feel?" Jackie asked crossing her arms over her chest.

"I feel like an asshole." Hyde answered.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to give up everything you've ever wanted to achieve in your life to stay with me." Hyde said turning around to face her. That's when he noticed that she was crying. "Why are you crying?"

"Because," Jackie dropped her arms, and let go of all the breath she was holding. "Because I love you." She had said it so simply that it was as if she had dropped it into everyday conversation. Like, 'Hi honey, how was your day? I love you.' That wasn't how people he knew expressed themselves. They usually just gave him future bail money.

Somehow those words were everything he wanted to hear yet it wasn't enough to ask the love of his life to stay in some nowhere town, where he would probably amount to nothing. He just couldn't do that to her. Hyde stepped forward and took Jackie into his arms. He kissed the side of her face, right by her ear. "I love you too." He whispered. She clung on to him like if she were to let go the whole world would come tumbling down. "Which is why I can't let you stay."

Jackie pulled away and looked at Hyde's face to see if he was lying. He wasn't.

"Go to Chicago, Jackie. Just…" Hyde let go of Jackie. "Just forget about me. Forget we ever happened."

Jackie slapped him across the face. He didn't even try to touch his now stinging cheek. He disserved it. With that Jackie walked out of the basement, and out of his life. It was 12:02.