A.N. Hey guys! Thank you so much to those who reviewed. This is next chapter I dedicate this next chapter to: Jaded-Amaya, crazyschick, nasman, Jackiehydelover, Keiralou219, Tokoyami, and stawberrycolada. Your reviews esspecially encourage me greatly and motivated me to update faster. I had alot of thing to do this week, so to those of who thought i took to long, well then, i am sorry. But I have other priorities too. So thank you again, and i really hope you like this next chapter. It might not be that good, because I was extremely busy when i wrote it. And some of this chapter might be a bit weird in the way I wrote it, but just deal with it. lol It is just the way I would like my story to go. I made it really long because of the long wait for an update. This is my favorite chapter so far. It took me like 4 days just to write. Alot of stuff is going on, it may be kind of confusing, so please dont bash it. I worked hard. lol . Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Again I do not own any of the characters of "That 70's show".
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1978
The beginning of the summer...
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"That BASTARD!" Jackie screamed while frantically pacing her room. She was waving her arms around in the air, like a crazy person. Every so often she would punch or swing at the invisible person she was apparently screaming at. She trudged over to her bed and picked up her stuffed unicorn Fluffycakes and clutched it tightly in her small, manicured fingers, nearly ripping it in two.
It was a bad day.
The lights were dim, the curtains were drawn, the food supply ran low, and outfits had been wrinkled. However, Jaclyn Burkhart was oblivious to this during her hysterical rantings. And the skinny boy in the corner of the room was scared out of his mind.
"Um..I t-think you are k-killing Fluffyca-"
"I mean...What the hell is his problem Eric? I thought he loved me. He said he loved me! GOD, what was he thinking!" Jacking interupted, as the streaks of mascara ran down her pretty face. Her puffy eyes looked at him to hear what he had to say.
"Well, y-you know, we are talking about Kelso here, the same person who invented car skiing. So I think it's safe to say that not even he knows what he's thinking." Eric replied, hoping to cheer her up somewhat. 'More for my sake than hers' , he silently admitted.
The corners of her mouth twitched.
She almost smiled. Eric savored that glimpse of hope. However, her eyes began to glisten over again. 'Oh no, not again...'
"ARGHHHHHHHHHH!" Jackie threw the unicorn onto the bed violently.
"I can not believe he just ran away, what a sadistic bastard!" And with that, she threw herself down onto her pillow and began to sob.
Eric just stood there for a second, not really knowing what to do. He just watched her shake violently. Should he comfort the Devil? Was it worth selling his soul. NO, definitely not, he was strong enough to fight this. He can NOT give in. He didn't owe her anything, they hated each other. Yeah! He would FIGHT. He would RESIST! He would-
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" came the muffled scream from under the pillow.
Damn it. He rolled his eyes and sat next to her on the bed. He patted her awkwardly on her back. Her sobs continued.
"Jackie...come on...Kelso is like a dog...they run away, but they eventually come back...don't worry... he will be back..." He said uncharacteristicly soothing.
"...Pftt...yeah..who says I want him back now. Hey, what about Donna, is she a dog too?" she asked bitterly.
Eric froze. 'Donna'. She had run away too. Away from him. He really didn't know what to say about her.
"No, no she's not," He whispered. 'Crap' now he was getting choked up.
"Eric...I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by that, I am just so upset." She looked up at him sincerely with wide eyes.
"No thats okay, We are both upset. I take no offense to what comes out of your mouth right now." He smiled slightly.
She smiled back, then it slowly went back to blank, clearly she was starting to space about Kelso. Eric noticed she was going deeper into her sorrow.
"Hey Jackie, why don't we go try out that-"
"What else did it say Eric?" She whispered, looking up at him with red eyes.
Oh yes.
'The letter'.
Donna and Kelso left without any warning. Jackie and Eric didn't know where they were. Then they had sent a letter. Obviously too afraid to talk to them over the phone. Eric was the one to recieve it.
Eric
I dont really know what to say to let you know what is going on, or what to say to make you feel better. But I just wanted to tell you I am sorry for just bailing. When you told me you didn't want to be with me, because you didn't want to be second choice, it broke my heart. You were never second choice. Please know that. I just had to get away from everything for while. Things were getting too much to handle. And I figured a trip to my mom's was the perfect solution. And I didnt plan to go with Kelso. I just crossed paths with him on the way to the bus station and he asked me where I was going, so I just told him. Then he said he wanted to come because Jackie was making him marry her. So he wanted to get away from that. It's really weird here, and believe it or not, I miss Point Place, and you. Kelso is having fun though. Plenty of girls for him to stare at. (Dont tell Jackie that.) We do not know when we will be getting back. Just-please wait for me. I love you.
love,
Donna
Ps. Kelso wants me to tell you to tell Jackie he said...'hi'.
He looked at her sadly. He had only told Jackie the part about Kelso not wanting marriage yet and crossing paths with Donna. The rest would only add to her pain. On a good day, he would tell her in a heartbeat.
"Nothing...it didnt say anything else..."
Jackie just slowly nodded her head. Eric actually felt bad for her. He slowly put his arm around her and pulled her to him. Jackie gripped onto his shirt and put her head on his bony shoulder. Her sobs had ceased, but the remainder of the tears continued to run down her flushed face.
"So what do we do now?" Jackie asked him, not once moving from her surprisingly comfortable postition against him.
"We deal."
"I dont know if I can, I have never felt so alone, I just need to get my mind off of everything." Jackie explained very frustrated.
A sneaky smile crept onto Eric face. If forgetting was what she wanted, then forgetting she would get. He looked down at her suggestively. "I think I can arrange that."
She looked up at him questioningly.
"Oh my god Eric! You are wonderful! This was such a good idea!" With a giddy smile, she raised her beer can and hiccupped. She quickly place her other hand over her mouth and giggled.
Jackie Burkhart was plastered.
"Jackie..SHHHHH! ...you have to be quiet...If Red finds us, we're dead. This is his football beer, it's worth more than my life!" he hissed insistently.
Jackie smiled, "SHHHH Eric...be quiet.." She placed a finger over his mouth as if to hush him, "You dont want to get caught now, do you Eric? Eric? Eric...weird name that is...Eric...ER-IC...IC...IC...icy...ICY! YOU'RE ICY!" She began to laugh hysterically as if it was the funniest thing she ever heard.
Eric face remained emotionless. "Thank you Jackie..." He replied sarcasticly. "I risk my life to get you beer, and you call me icy. Thats...thats, well...thats not...very nice." he finishly lamely.
Jackie looked apoligetic. "Oh Eric, I am so sorry. You have been so nice and helpful. Donna was right, you do have your uses," A sneaky smile crept up on her face. "...Icy."
Eric rolled his eyes and continued to watch her laugh and drink...and forget. She needed it. She knew that. Beer is forgetting, beer is ignorance, Beer is freedom.
Beer. Beer. Beer.
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Present day.
Jackie walked silently through the halls of Steven's huge 'expensive' apartment. She was completely at a loss of words of his obvious success since that last time she had seen him.
'Steven Hyde lives here.' The poor do not live in places like this.
She could tell from the high maintenance furniture that he definitely was not poor anymore. But that was her last memory of him. Back in Point Place. That was the closest thing to home. She stopped in the hall to look at a picture of him holding up a beer with Donny Osmond.
wait...
DONNY OSMOND!
'And the surprises just keep on coming' she thought very jealously. She shook her head at the irony of the alternate universe she had apparently stepped into. She entered the living room, while nearly stumbling over his jacket and a few beer cans. She kicked the beer cans out of the way. Now this was the typical Steven she knew.
Steven Hyde:
Definition (noun) -beer and girls.
Yes...Steven loved his beer. Which was ironic too, now that she thought about it. Beer makes you forget, makes you ignorant. And Steven had always prided himself of being the opposite of that. Arrogant, all-knowing, paranoid conspiracy theorist. And yet, beer was his life. That and sluts, by the look of the scattered clothes on top of the furniture and floor. She could smell the beer in his breath, could see it on the floor, and swore she could he hear the sound of a beer can being opened. Wait...She could hear the sound of a beer can being opened.
She looked towards the direction of the kitchen, and there was Steven Hyde opening yet another beer. She watched as he rose the can to his lips and gulped down generously. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and walked right by her and sat down on the couch.
'What am I, Invisible?'
maybe, probably...
yeah.
That was maybe what she would have wanted to be two years ago, but now, with Steven, it annoyed her. Alot of things Steven did annoyed her.
Alot.
Still he acted like she wasn't there, he hadn't even looked at her. Ass.
"Eh hem", she cleared her throat to get his attention. She didn't want to be rude yet, he had welcomed her his home afterall, well...more like, didnt close the door on her, but whatever. Still, he did nothing.
Nothing!
"EH HEM!" she clear her throat louder.
Steven sighed in defeat. He couldn't ignore her forever, no matter how hard he tried. 'Just like junior prom'. He looked up at her, in her standing position, clutching her purse like a life support.
He was mad at her, yes, but she looked so uncomfortable and scared. He could hold back the sarcasic tone. For now.
"What?" He asking innocently. Jackie stared back for a second incredulously and rolled her eyes.
What? WHAT?
"Um...can I have some food... please?..." She looked away again, She never liked to tell people she wanted to eat.
"Oh...yeah...there's some stuff in the fridge..." he said gesturing to the black refrigerator.
Jackie didn't hesitate one second. She scrambled over to the kitchen while setting her purse on the counter. And whipped the fridge open, and not to her surprise she found...
Beer.
She laughed. Three quarters of it's contents was beer, there were two small shelves on the bottom that consisted of: snackpacks, a loaf of bread (not wheat), jelly, some apples, strawberries and whipcream(ew, she didnt even want to know), leftover bean cassarole, and some bacon. Not that many choices.
"What's so funny?" Steven asked defensively.
She shook her head. "Nothing".
She pulled out the jelly and bread and set it on the counter. She opened up the cabinet above her head, and pulled out one of his fine pieces of china, she didn't even want to get started with that.
"Do you have any peanut butter?" she asked.
"Cabnet on your left." He said glancing at her and barely shugging to his intention.
She found the peanut butter and went to work on her sandwich. When she was finished, she walked back into the living room and sat down across from Hyde. She was about to dig into it, being that she was starving, but remembered who was in the room with her.
Steven. He would never let her live it down if she acted like a pig in front of him. With that thought in mind, she took a tiny bite and set her sandwich back down, she then gently wiped her mouth to make sure there were no crumbs. She was a lady afterall. She glanced up towards Hyde and saw that he was smirking at her.
He could tell that she was starving. He knew she would just love to dive into her food. Her pride had stayed in control of her hunger. But not without putting up a fight, he could practically see it seaping out of her, her pride that is.
Strong girl.
"I'll pay you back." She whispered quietly and insistingly. Jackie Burkhart was in no one's debt.
"It's bread, jelly, and peanut butter, how much could it possibly cost," he responded.
She smiled and took another bite, one larger than before. They sort fell into an awkward silece for a few moments.
"So...was that your girlfriend out in the hallway earlier...Tash?...or whatever you called her." She asked, trying to avoid the silence. Silence never did her any good. Silence usually led to her being lost in thought.
" Natasha...and no, she is not my girlfriend...I don't do the girlfriend thing..." 'unless they are someone else's' , he silently admitted.
Jackied nodded her head, "Oh...you're one of those guys...", she smiled.
"One of what guys?"
"One of those guys who can't handle commitment, prefer cheap sluts, are cowardly in the face of love, and like to take the easy way out," she smirked simply.
"I am not a coward, and I do not take the easy way out." He replied very stern and his eyes didnt blink.
Coward.
Jackie looked around the room and her eyes came to rest on a spot beside the couch. She smiled as she bent down and picked up a tacky, lime green, lace bra. She dangled it on her finger for Steven to see.
"Seems pretty easy to me."
He stared at the bra then back at her, he wanted to wipe that smirk off her face. He couldn't help but smile though, he had to hand it to her, she had point. Jackie dropped the bra back on the floor and went back to her sandwich. More silence. And silence and silence and silence.
Cant escape it. He can see you. He knows.
Jackie looked up and saw he was still looking at her, as if trying to figure out something.
Quick. Say something, anything!
"So...nice place you got here.." she complimented while looking around the room.
"It's okay." He shrugged.
Only okay.
"Okay? This place would have put my old mansion to shame. Running away was a really selfish thing to do, but look at far you have come because of it." She said while swallowing a piece of her sandwich.
Hyde stared at her disbelievingly. 'God, all this girl cares about are material things' , he shook it head at her. 'wait...did she just say 'selfish'.."
"Selfish? What I did was selfish! Do you not remember why I ran away? Because of you! I took the rap for you. Red kicked me out, I had no where to go. And that was all because of YOU!" He yelled standing up.
Jackie was taken aback by his sudden outburst. She hadn't really meant to say that. She just did. But how dare he tell her this was all her fault. No freaking way. She stood up and matched his glare.
"My Fault? Steven...I never asked you to cover for me! You did that all on your own, and I appreciate that, really, I do. But don't go blaming me for the decisions you made. You have your own free will you know, I am not in control of that." she finished, her eyes burning deep into his.
"Oh okay, you wanna talk about free will. You were the one who decided to bring me the drugs in the first place, a pathetic attempt to impress me by the way. You were the one who was following me around like a lovesick puppydog." He retaliated.
Jackie shook her head slightly. "I had a crush on you Steven, so yeah, naturally I tried to impress you, kill me why don't you. And if you would have stayed around long enough, you would have found out that we told Red the drugs were mine. God, why are you so angry about the past?" She sat back down with a huff.
Hyde thought about this. 'She had told Red? I could have stayed?' He couldn't change it now. Now, he could only win the arguement. He crossed his arms.
"You want to talk about the past Jackie? Okay then. Why did you move here?" he asked tilting his head.
Jackie froze and figgeted. "Does it matter?"
"Well, seeing as how you started this game of '20 questions'...yeah...it matters..." he replied simply.
"Well, I dont know what you are trying to get at, but there is nothing going on. I just moved here to start my life. It's New York City for god's sake. Opportunities galore." she said as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear and looked away from him and out the window.
Weak.
"Oh please, there is more to it than that, I know it. Obviously this was a spur of the moment thing to move here. Why else would you have no food here, or no cash ready. You are running away from something. You are just. like. me.!" He accused, staring down at her.
At that, Jackie slowly moved her eyes back towards him. Her sandwich forgotten. "No Steven, I am not like you, I am not running away from something, because unlike you, I attempted to fix my problems back home, because unlike you, I said goodbye to the people I care about!" She would not back down.
Hyde was stuck, she got him in a corner. He couldn't let her, he wouldn't her win. He could see the fire in her eyes. 'Damn this girl is good', he thought. He would have to take an new angle. One that she had just provided him with. He smirked.
Mistakes. Regrets. Problems.
"And what problems did you attempt to fix back home Jackie?"
Jackie's eyes widened. She had hoped he wouldn't have brought that up. She couldn't explain it to him. He wouldn't understand. No one could understand.
Weaker.
"That is none of of your bussiness Steven..." she managed to get out through clenched teeth.
"No, no Jackie, I am curious. What could have happened to scar perfect little Jaclyn Burkhart?" he said condescendingly as he walked around until he was right in front of where she was sitting.
Jackie gently looked up at him with tears in her eyes. He was getting too close. Too smart. Too misunderstood.
"...so perfect...so soft..." as his hand grazed down her cheek, down her neck and cupped her breast.
"...please...please stop...why are you doing this?..." she said through tears as his other hand closed around her throat.
"...why not?...we both want it... you can't deny it..." he whispered in her ear.
"Steven..." she began shakily, she had to get him to stop asking questions.
"Gee, let me guess, someone broke your heart? Hmmm, was it Kelso? Did he finally grow some brains and leave you?" He continued, he had struck a nerve. An open wound. Dig, Dig. Add salt.
"Steven..." she said again as she looked at him pleadingly, and with a few tears escaping her eyes.
"...you can't deny it..." he whispered in her ear.
"Am I getting warmer. Did you run to the nearest whipped boy you could find. One you could manipulate and control."
Hyde was on a roll, no stopping now. He didn't even notice the tears running down her pale face. All he could see was Jackie, the old Jackie, the bitch, the one telling him that 'with an alcoholic mom and an absent dad, he was bound to end up in jail sooner or later.' he sure showed her.
"Steven...please..." but she was interrupted by her own sob. She put her face in her hands. She didnt want him to see her cry. He would call her weak.
Weakest.
"Tell me Jackie, How long was it before he got you in the sac. What were the magic words; "you're beautiful", "you're so popular", or was it, "I love you". What are the magic words to get you to spread em'?" He finished, about to celebrate his victory. That was until she looked up at him, and he could see her face.
"...we both want this..."
Her eyes were wide and red and her face was wet with tears. She couldn't believe he had just said that to her. This wasn't the Steven she knew. Sure they used to banter, but it was never meant to really hurt the other. Well he had hurt her now. She had to get out of there. It was too small, she couldn't breathe.
...Inhale...Exhale...
Steven's eyes went wide as well. He didnt mean to say that to her. He had just been on a roll and couldn't stop himself. Now he could see her in grief, grief that he had put her through. His heart sunk, he felt like a jerk. He wasn't supposed to feel like a jerk, especially around Jackie. He was a jerk to alot of girls, and it never had bothered him at all. Now, standing in front of Jackie, he couldn't understand why the sight of her crying made him weak.
It always had.
He couldn't handle it, he had to make it right, make her stop crying. He took a step towards and extended his hand.
"...Jackie...I ...I didnt ...Jackie..." He didn't know what to say. Apoligize? Justify?
Jackie jumped up as if burned and took a step back, away from him. She quickly wiped her eyes and look down at his can of beer. Not at him.
"Can please tell me where your bathroom is?" she whispered quietly. So very quietly.
Hyde stood there for a second. He let his arm fall back to his side. He felt like an ass. She didnt want to talk to him right now.
"Down the hall, second door on the left." He said while running a hand through his hair and pointing in the direction of the bathroom.
She didn't say anything else, she just ran over to the counter, grabbed something out of her purse, hid it in her sleeve, and quickly walked to where Steven had indicated.
She ran past the pictures on the wall of all the Stars, leering at her. Past the pictures of Hyde, laughing at her. She was starting to panic. Where is it? Second door on the left. Second door. On the left. Once she found the bathroom, she pushed the door open, fled inside, and slammed the door closed. Once inside, she began to sob and put her back against the door. She slowly slid down to the floor until she could hug her knees. She put her face down and cried. For herself. For Steven. For the past.
The past.
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Flashback
1978
Middle of summer
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"Jackie! Jackie wait up! " someone yelled from behind her.
Jackie turned around and spotted her fellow cheerleader Cindy Brenson running down the steps of school to catch up to her. Her long blonde hair was bouncing around her face each step she took
"Hey Cindy. Great game today huh?" she said as she walked along side her friend across the grass in front of school.
"The best! Great pom-pom waterfall by the way. You always were the best at those." He friends complimented her jealously.
"I know, I really am!" Jackie exclaimed. What could she say? She was the best.
"So are you going to Brian Mathews' party tonight? Everyone who is anyone will be there." Cindy said, taunting her friend.
"Oh yeah... that...no...I dont think I am going to be able to go, I am already doing something tonight." Jackie said, not looking at Cindy, but down at her feet.
"What! What could possibly be more important than a party that can give you the in to the title of Head Cheerleader!" Cindy yelled incredulously.
"You dont know that." Jackie said looking at her friend.
"That's the word around the locker room, you go to this party, and the title is yours. Set in stone." Cindy nodded confidently.
Jackie gave in. She had to get Head Cheerleader. She just had to. "Okay fine, I'm there. But I don't have a date. And Micheal isn't back from California yet. What am I going to do?"
"Hmmmm...you could ask that Hyde guy, he was pretty hott." Cindy suggested.
Jackie stared at her in disbelief. "Okay one, no way, and two, Cindy...Steven left two years ago, where the hell have you been?"
"Oh...okay, well I dont know then, all I know is that you better find a date before tonight." And with that she walked off to her navy blue Trans-am.
Jackie sighed. 'How the hell am I supposed to get a date before this evening'. She was about to step off the curb and begin her walk home when a black Lincoln skidded to a halt in front of her.
"Hey Jackie, you're looking good today." Chip Johnson, Point Place's notorious hunk said to her.
Jackie nearly melted where she stood. Chip had had the hugest crush on her for nearly 3 years.
"Hey Chip," she replied while smiling and blushing.
"So are you going to Brian's party tonight/" He asked while leaning out the window.
"Yeah, I was thinking about it...why do you ask?" she batted her eyes at him, taunting him.
"Well, I wanted to ask if you wanted to go together?" He said while fixing his side view mirror.
"Like a date?" She smiled playfully at him. She had to move on from Micheal.
"Yeah, like a date." He smiled back.
Jackie nodded, "Okay, Pick me up at nine?"
"Okay. See you then gorgeous." And with that, he sped off.
Jackie watched him go dreamily. This is was she had planned, Head Cheerleader, and a hott boyfriend. Yep life was definitely going to get better now. She looked down at her watch. 3:30 p.m.
'Oh crap! I have to get ready!' And with her mind set, she ran home.
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"You're going to a party?" Eric asked incredulously, standing in front of her sitting on the bed.
"Eric...if I want Head Cheerleader, I have to go, I'm sorry..." she said while standing up and meeting his level, she pouted apoligetically.
Eric shook his head, "That ain't gonna work on me Missy. We had plans! I bought tickets to a Star Wars expo! Tonight was Jackie/Eric night. Not Eric alone and by himself night!" he whined. Eric and Jackie had become inseperable ever since that night they had gotten drunk because of Donna and Kelso. It was weird at first, but then it became fun and just habit. They were actual friends now.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry. You can come with me if you want, even though I am going with Chip." she said while hitting him lightly in the stomach.
"Chip? You are going with Chip? I am being replaced by Chip?" he asked wide eyed.
Jackie rolled her eyes, "NOOO, he is just my date, I will hang out with you another time, I promise. Just go buy Fez some candy and he will go to the expo with you." she suggested.
Eric just stared at her for a second, trying to make up his mind, "Okay fine...but you owe me..." he said pointing at her.
Jackie laughed, "Okay Okay...now get out... I have to change...SHOO!" she threw a pillow at him.
Eric scowled, "Okay okay I'm leaving. Have fun tonight Jackie."
She smiled, "You too Eric, I will see you later."
He looked at her seriously for a second, "Okay...just ...be careful tonight.." he said before he closed the door.
"I always am," she whispered to the empty room.
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End Flashback
Present
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Jackie got up from her sitting position and flipped on the light. She had stopped crying, but her eyes hurt. She examined herself in the mirror and tried to fix her hair to the best of her ability. She tucked a few stray pieces behind her ears and wiped the left over mascara streaks that were on her cheeks. She washed her face and padded it dry with one of Steven's towels. She then pulled her axiety pills out of her sleeve, and popped one into her mouth, using some water from the sink to help her swallow it. She didn't how long she had been in there.
A minute?
An half hour?
An hour? A Day?
She didnt know, and didn't care. It was time to go home. With one final look in the mirror, she opened the door and left the bathroom. She walked silently down the hall, passed the pictures of the Stars, pitying her. Past the pictures of Steven, still laughing at her. And then entered the living room, where she found Steven sitting on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his head down. When he saw her, he stood up quickly and began to walk cautiously towards her.
"..Jackie...look, I am...I am so sorry...I never meant to hurt you like that...I swear...I'm just...so sorry." He stuttered while pacing.
Jackie weakly smiled, "That's okay Steven...I guess I deserved that for being such a bitch to you all those years ago." She knew he was sorry, he looked like a mess, it was clearly bothering him.
Hyde just stared at her.
"Well It's getting late, I should get going, I will see you later...Thanks for the sandwich...Bye." she said as she closed the door and left him alone.
"Goodbye." He whispered to the empty room.
Jackie walked down towards her apartment, trying to contemplate what the hell just happened, when she started to search for her keys in her huge purse. The purse dropped to the ground and out rolled an apple.
'What the hell?' Jackie thought as she picked it up. She then opened up her purse and discovered that there were five sandwiches, 4 apples, 6 snackpacks, and a package of bacon. She was really confused until she realized...
Steven.
She smiled as she put the food back in her bag and opened her apartment door with her keys. She walked to the kitchen and put all of the edible contents of her purse into her refrigerator. At the bottom of her bag she found a small white note.
I really am sorry.
If you need anything else, just ask.
Steven.
908-5643
She smiled and traced the letters of Steven's name with the tip of her finger. He was a softie at heart. She pinned the note on the fridge with a magnet.
Steven Hyde. Her reluctant knight in shining armor.
Always.
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A.N. I KNOW! Really long right? I am sorry, I just kinda got carried away. It sucked didn't it. Please tell me what you thought. Thanks!