A/N: when I wrote the first chapiter I have no thought of doing more on this story. But when I thoughta little a decided that I couldn't leave Jackie and Hyde like that. So here is my second chapiter.

When I wrot this chapiter I realized how difficult the English language really is. I have read it like hundred times and looked for misstakes butam sure that Ihave missed some, so please have indulgence.

and finally I want to say that I don't own anything.

She sat up crawled on one of her suitcases in a corner of the airport. The other three suitcases stood around her. It was all her life, and it was so small that it held in four suitcases. She fought back the cry. Fought back the tears that all the time menaced to roll down her cheeks.

"You did it Jackie." She whispered to herself. Strangely enough was she not proud, she just felt lonely, tiered and helpless.

Most of all she wanted to return to Steven, but she couldn't. She had composed so much strength, so much willpower to leave him, and if she returned now, she knew that she never would be able to compose all that strength again.

The thought of that she never would see Steven again made her body shook and she try desperate to keep back the tears.

"Steven!" She whined. Have she made a mistake? Insecure filled her. They really loved each other, it was real love and that is valuable. Was there anything more important than love? Was her own happiness worth to sacrifice for real love?

When she was together with Michael she had answered yes, but the time with Steven had changed her. She was still shallow and selfish but she had realized that perfect love doesn't exist. There is no love there it not occur fights or compromises. Steven had made her realize much of things and it was because of him that she had the strength to leave, to leave when she wasn't happy anymore.

She closed her eyes and pressed back the tears with all the willpower she still had.

Steven was so strong, he stayed and fought, and she was so weak, she ran away when it became too difficult. When she couldn't take anymore.

Hade she done the right choice? A big part of her screamed no, but her heart said yes, and she knew that she had to trust her heart.

She dug in her pocket after chewing gum but she didn't find any. Instead she found some quarters. She starred at them and a name turned up in her head. 'Donna' she thought. 'Donna always knows what to do'. She rose on unsteady legs and staggered like a drunk to the telephones.

"Please Donna, pick up the phone", she whispered and pressed the receiver closer against her cheek. "Please Donna, you have to answer."

"Donna?"

Relief filled her.

"I have left Steven." She threw out the word and then she couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Her body shook and she sobbed hysterical into the receiver.

"Jackie." Donnas voice was calmed and consoled. "Jackie, you have to go back and talk to him."

"I can't"

"Jackie, you can't just leave him."

"I just…" She whispered. "I have already done it." She sank down to the grand without caring that her new brand name jeans got dirty. "I have already packed all my stuff and it became four suitcases. Four suitcases Donna!" She whined, and another cry attack went through her. "My life holds in four suitcases." She sobbed.

"Jackie where are you." Donna's voice was still calmed but Jackie knew what she tried to do."

"Look Donna, I sorry but I have made my choice. And there's nothing you can do." And with those words, she came up on her feet and hung up.

For some second she just stood there and starred on the phone without really see anything. Then a feeling of sickness came over her and she rush to the toilets. She threw up until her stomach was empty and she felt weak and tiered. Not until then she sank down on the dirty toilet floor and lean back with closed eyes. Tears were still running down her cheeks but they were more controlled now.

"Steven, I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'm so sorry."

"Eric!" Donna crawled over to Eric's side of the bed and nudged him gentle. "Eric, there is someone at the door."

He answered something that she couldn't hear and turned his back against her. "Eric!" Donna hissed in his ear but another high knock on the door made her return to her own side of the bed and got up. She placed a dressing gown over her shoulders and began to walk towards the door. She already knew who it was and she knew that he was indignant. And she definitive knew that it's better that she, instead of Eric took care of it.

She locked up the door and opened it.

Hyde was standing in the doorway without his sunglasses, that he otherwise always wears. Donna had known that he would be indignant but she had assumed that something cool still would be there, something Zen.

But there is nothing controlled with him, he was drunk and that surprised Donna, Hyde was never drunk. His eyes were red and swollen and his posture was angry.

"I want to talk to Jackie," he slurred and lean against the doorpost.

Donna took a deep breath and tried to get her voice under control before she spoke.

"She isn't here." She tried to meet Hyde's glance without shiver. That seeing him like this made her uncomfortable. "I don't know where she is."

Hyde pushed her away and entered the apartment. She wobbled but succeeded with getting back her balance.

"Hyde I'm sorry." She softly said and put her hand on his arm. He pushed it away.

"So, your sorry." He said in an ironic, cold voice. "It's all your fault." He pointed towards her with a shivering finger. "You and your fucking feminist talk. You drove her to it."

Donna felt how the anger grew inside her but she tried to press it back.

"Hyde, she was unhappy."

He looked at her with narrowing eyes.

"So, she was unhappy. How the hell do you think I felt when I came home and the apartment was empty on her stuff? Do you think I felt happy then?" He took a threatening step towards her and she had to use all her will power to not back away from him.

" Hyde, I don't defend her."

'Stay clam' she said to herself. 'This is the same Hyde that I have known since I was kid. It's the same Hyde that was in love with me and helped me when my mother abandoned me.' "I don't know where she is Hyde." She softly said. "I have talked to her but she wouldn't tell. But what I know is that she's not coming back." She expected that Hyde would start screaming on her or threw things around him but instead he took a step back and sank down on the coach. All anger was gone and replaced with suffering, fatigue and helplessness. He looked like that little boy he was when his father abandoned him, so lonely, so lost.

"I know." He almost whispered and looked down on his hands. Donna felt like she soon was going to cry and she didn't want to do that. She almost never cried and right now she had to be strong. For Hyde's sake.

"I wanted to do anything better. I was driving home to tell her that we could loose all our problems. That I was ready to changes for her. But she wasn't there… She had already left…" He buried his face in his hands and sighed heavy.

Donna took a few steps forward and sank down next to him on the coach.

"Hyde I'm sorry."

"I know." He just answered. "I know."

He puts his arm around her shoulders and she lean her head against his chest. "It's only that, that I need her."

"Hyde, I'm so sorry…" She whispered before hot tears started to roll down her cheeks. She hated Jackie on many ways because what she had done, but at the same time she was kind of proud. Because Jackie had at least dared to do something that stride against everything she stood for…