A.N. Hey guys! Thank you to those who reviewed. Especially Jaded-Amaya, megs626, Tokoyami, jackiehydelover, flowchart, greenbean1, danhydegirl, and crazyschick. I really appreciated your kind comments. They really do motivate me to go faster in updates. I Know, I waited along time for an update, but I got a traffic ticket that was like 500 dollars, so I had to take extra shifts at work, so I had no free time. I am sorry again. And to everyone else who read but didn't review, Please Please Please review. It really does make my day. It only takes like 2 seconds. Thanks for reading my comments. Enjoy. Oh- and if this chapter isn't as good, it was because I was pressured for a quick update and have some writers blocks. Bare that in mind. Thank you.

I always forget to write the disclaimer:

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character of "That 70's show". I am just borrowing them for my story.

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New Girl Tentant,

The rent is up at the end of the month. And I suggest you get the back window fixed (dart accident). The water should work, but on occasion it might give you some trouble. Just give the main water valve in the laundry room a swift kick. It should start right up. The heater works every third day, I don't know if that is planned or a coincidence. The electrical is taken care of for the time being. I actually don't know when it is up. If it goes off, then go to the basement of the complex and turn it on manually. If you need help with this, I am sure your neighbor down the hall from you will help you will anything you need, maybe unwillingly and rudely, but eventually he will cave. Well I hope you enjoy living here. I should be back in a few months.

Brian

P.S. Oh, I left you some Milk Duds, well actually, I lost them. But consider them my welcoming gift to you.

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Jackie rolled her eyes. This was her new life? Broken water pipes and Milk Duds? Jaclyn Burkhart would not settle for anything less then extravagance and luxury. She definitely deserved a sparkling New York Penthouse with perfect pipes and bulletproof windows. She deserved—

'…more…you want more, do you?...I knew you would…your getting what you deserve…you're…'

---better. She wasn't Jaclyn anymore. She wanted a new life for herself. To start from scratch, her way, hey own way. She was in charge now. She crumpled up the letter and tossed it onto the sink, she would throw it away later.

She looked around her new home. It wasn't nearly as big as she imagined her dream home would be, but it wasn't too small. It was cozy.

Safe.

She smiled. It definitely needed work. The previous tenant was either very lazy or gone all the time. The paint was chipping and an ugly maroon color. The windows were stained. And not the pretty stains you see on church windows. The carpet was okay, a pearl white, a little blan, but could go well with whatever she decided her colors would be.

'OH. MY. GOD……look at this kitchen!' Jackie thought excitedly.

It was really big, which was surprising, considering the size of the rest of the apartment. You could put so much food inside of the refrigerator. Not that she ate a lot.

'Donna would love it here!' The typical inner Jackie announced silently.

She walked quickly to her new bedroom. Her suitcases were already there and waiting.

The bed was a twin, not exactly fit for a princess, but it would do. She sat down quietly on her bed and looked around. This was it. She had never been so excited and scared at the same time.

She picked up her suitcases and started unpacking, one outfit after another. After her last pair of shoes was placed neatly in her closet, she moved towards the bathroom to pack away her hair and makeup supplies. Personal care was so ----

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH", she screamed while jumping back five feet. She placed her hand over her heart. It was pounding. She slowly tiptoed towards the bathroom again, and inched the door open and peaked inside, confirming her fear.

Mustard yellow.

The bathroom was covered in a hideous paint that was MUSTARD YELLOW!

'Who the hell picks Mustard yellow as color?' She thought while grimacing at the wall.

She sighed in defeat. There also seemed to be weird stains on the wall as well. She flushed the toilet to check if it worked.

Nope.

Of course it didn't work. Nothing could go right today, could it? She left the bathroom and looked inside the refrigerator. There wasn't much to eat. She hadn't really thought about food when she decided to come here spontaneously.

She hadn't thought about a lot of things.

She ran to her purse and opened her wallet. 'Crap'. She had given the last of her short supply of cash as a tip to the movers who had helped her. And it was too late to go on an adventure through the streets of New York. She was really hungry too. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't eaten in a few days. She was to nervous to eat while she was packing up to move here back in Point Place. And way to nervous to eat on the plane. But now…she was starving. She began tapping her fingers on the countertop while staring at an invisible spot on the door, definitely spacing.

Should she? '…Help you with anything you need…' Did she want to start off on the wrong foot?

'…rudely and unwillingly…' She stared back and forth from the door to her stomach.

No Food or Embarrassment? Her stomach growled angrily, apparently making the decision for her. She grabbed her purse and keys and ran out the door, pausing to take an overall look around her new place.

This is yours…

She half smiled and nodded and left her apartment, with her target in site.

Bring it on.

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"Want another beer before I go?"

Hyde turned his head towards the semi dressed woman standing in the entrance of the doorway. Natasha had called him after work to make dinner reservations. He had eagerly accepted. She had come over to pick him up and dinner was quickly forgotten. Instead they gone directly to dessert.

If you don't eat your vegetables you don't get dessert tonight.

He had always hated that rule. He never ate his vegetables, metaphorically speaking. He always broke the rules. And did he get his dessert?

"You know it, man." He replied throwing his Zeppelin over his head, and buckling his belt.

"I'll be out there in a little bit." He told her. Natasha nodded and left the room to go into the living room.

He stood up and took a deep breath and took a look around at the scattered clothes and bed sheets. There had definitely been a lot of connecting. Maybe this could be serious.

Very funny.

He smirked. He wasn't a one woman man. He had his needs. 'Now I sound like Fez'. He shook his head. How could a guy stay with just one chick? There wasn't a girl in the world that could make him give up the countless numbers of beautiful women he fucked now.

Love is for losers.

He looked out his window. It was still night time. Probably around eight or nine. Who knew? Odd as it was, he never slept with a girl in the middle of the night, and if he did, he never fell asleep with them or shared a bed with them for the rest of the night. And it wasn't because his bed wasn't big enough. It was a king; with warm blankets and comfy pillows. No, no it was definitely big enough to share a bed with someone, he just didn't like to.

Why?

It was too personal.

Too connecting…

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Jackie stopped at door number 68. The closer she had got to the door, the more her determined high had evaporated somewhat.

'Who needs to eat anyway?' Her stomach gave another angry noise.

She knocked on the door hesitantly.

Nothing.

She waited a few minutes. She knocked louder and more determined. The door opened quickly. A pretty Black woman opened the door and leaned against its frame while folding her arms over her chest. She gave Jackie a look over, and was obviously intimidated.

"And you are?" She asked snottily.

She was condescending and rude. Jackie rolled her eyes. She didn't have time for this.

"Do you live here?" she asked back curiously and sweetly. Normally she would have been a bitch back, but she was hungry dammit.

Natasha raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Who wants to know?" Her eyes stone cold.

Jackie looked at her incredulously. 'Is she for real? What a Bitch…'

"Um…Me… I am the one asking aren't I?" she retaliated sarcastically. God this girl was dumb.

"Hmmm…well…I didn't know your kind gave a door to door service, well you can just carry on, there is no one here that is interested." She smiled falsely.

Jackie's anger grew. She thought she was prostitute? 'Oh this girl is dead!'

Jackie was about to come back with the bitchiest thing on the top of her head, when she heard a voice behind the bitch's shoulder. A guy's voice.

"Who's at the door?"

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Hyde walked into the living and through the kitchen, wondering where Natasha had gone. He wanted his evening beer.

He also wanted to get her out of the house so that he could start his night. He had many things to do.

Liar.

Okay okay, so he really didn't have that much planned. He was just done with Natasha. It was fun while it lasted. Time to move on. He had a reputation to keep. A motto to live by.

Use them and leave 'em.

It was kinda harsh. He knew that. But what could a guy do. He wasn't one to get attached to anyone. Even though he knew Natasha wouldn't take the news as well. She had had the hugest crush on him for the longest time. She really liked him.

Not love though, love was for losers.

He sighed and looked around. ' Where the hell is she?'

He heard noise coming from the front door. He turned the corner and saw Natasha talking someone. Someone who was hidden for view. He walked towards her.

"…is no one here that is interested." was all her heard Natasha say.

He puzzled this for a second and peered over her shoulder.

"Who's at the door?" he asked.

Hyde looked at the small, pretty brunette and froze. 'No…it can't be…there's no way Jackie Burkhart is here…how did she find me?'

He had to pull a Nixon. What else could he do in this situation?

Deny. Deny. Deny.

His eyes locked hers and he saw confusion and shock in them. She hadn't known he would be here. Maybe she would pretend it wasn't him. Or maybe she didn't recognize him. He knew it was farfetched, but he was freaking out here!

" S-Steven?…" her voice came out in whisper.

Damn.

He remained silent, just staring into her big brown eyes. His heart pounded into his chest. It was kind of annoying that he was this nervous about seeing her again. 'It's Jackie Freakin Burkhart! Bitchy princess type…you crush souls like hers.' he scolded to himself.

"Who's Steven?" Natasha asked bewilderedly

"I don't know Tash, …hey, I have a lot of stuff I have to do today, why don't you take off and I will see you later, okay?" he replied trying to get her out of there. He had a feeling it would be more awkward if she was there.

"But---" she began, glaring at Jackie and looking questioningly at Hyde.

"I will see you later." He interrupted more sternly and never taking his eyes off of Jackie.

Natasha was mad. Hyde was just staring at this girl. 'She's not even pretty' she thought jealously. However she was defeated, Hyde wanted her to leave. She sighed deeply.

"Fine!" she huffed and grabbed her coat and purse and left the apartment. She stopped in front of Hyde and kissed him on the lips. Deliberately interrupting their staring contest.

Jackie partially broke out of her daze at this. ' Oh my god, she is so insecure.' She rolled her eyes. Girls were always bitches to her.

They're just jealous.

"Call me later?" Natasha asked Hyde seductively.

"I will." I won't.

Natasha glared one last time at Jackie and walked past her, clearly angry at this turn of events, and left Jackie and Hyde alone to talk. 'Or stare at each other.'

"Steven?" Jackie asked again, more confidently this time.

"Jackie." he stated, his eyes narrowing somewhat. Now that he had gotten over the shock. His anger towards her was returning.

Jackie was confused by the little bit of resentment in his eyes. She brushed it off, as she remember why she was there.

"You live here?" she inquired, pointing at his door.

"Yeah, what of it? What are you doing here anyway? I have things to do, you know." He responded a little rudely.

"Oh, well….um….you see….I … well….I moved in….down the hall, and well…." She was nervous now. She regretted coming. She fidgeted with her hands.

Damn her stomach.

"You what?" he interrupted impatiently. 'Just like Jackie, thinks the whole world is waiting for and revolves around her.'

She hasn't changed a bit.

"Well.. Umm…the apartment is a mess. I don't have any food yet. I have no cash on me. And I wondering if…Icouldmaybehavesomethingtoeat." she finished in one breath. She looked away from him at a extremely interesting spec of dirt on the wall. She didn't want him to see her weak.

When you're weak, you lose control.

Hyde smirked. She was weak. She had to resort to asking him for help. Jackie Burkhart asking Steven Hyde for help. He never thought he would live to see the day. Yeah sure, she always needed his help, but she would never ask for it. He should just close the door in her face. She would deserve it. But this was too priceless to pass up. He knew this was killing her to have to ask him for help. Zen. Be Zen.

Am-big-uity!

"That's cool." He said calmly and walked back into his apartment.

Jackie stood there for a second. 'What does he mean; okay or no thanks?' She never could tell. Then she saw that he had left the door open for her. Guess it was the first one then. She followed him inside, closed the door and sighed.

Once a Zen, always a Zen.

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A.N . Sorry again for the long update. I got that stupid ticket. The next one should be a lot shorter wait. I hope you enjoyed. Oh and if you read it, please review. I really want to know how it was. I need feedback. Let me know what you think is going to happen, or what you want to happen, or what should happen. I am always open to idea. Thanks again.