-1A.N. Hey you guys! Thank you so much for all of the reviews for the last chapter! There is a lot I would have liked to fix with it, mistakes that I saw after I posted, but oh well. Thank you for being so patient with this next chapter. I have had a rough and terrible past two months. Me being sick and busy, and other family stuff that I can not really say. But thank you to those you were loyal and stuck with me. I hope you like the next chapter. I don't know if it is going to be good or not, because I am really sick at the time that I wrote this so I am sorry for anything that may sound odd to you all.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything "That '70s Show" related yada yada yada.

She woke up at the end of her bed. Her once beautiful bed. The very place where she and Michael had proven their 'love'. The place of solace during their breakup.

No pillow. No Blanket. No Fuffycakes to hold on to.

It took awhile to adjust to the light, her eyes were swollen shut from the fallen tears she had shed earlier. While slowly lifting her body, she noticed her broken lamp on the floor and her bed sheets hanging off the edge of the bed. Fluffycakes lay askew in the corner of room, forgotten.

Standing up, she noticed that she was still wearing her red dress. Her beautiful, new red halter dress that she had bought with Donna using one of the credit cards her Daddy gave her. The dress didn't look so new anymore, it had a rip in the bottom and was nearly torn all the way down her side. Since the straps were already untied, it slowly fell to the ground. She didn't have a bra on, and her panties were ripped and dangling barely on one thigh.

Jackie let out a lone sob, while maneuvering her leg to allow the panties to fall to the ground as well.

But it was just the one sob, for now. She couldn't break down again, not when she had to clean up this mess. She walked to the bathroom, and locked the door. She knew there was no one in the house. But it was the only power she had left at the time. She examined her self in the mirror. Her eye lids were huge, mascara streaks stained her pale face, her lips were swollen as well, and there was a cut on her forehead. Her neck had large purple bruises surrounding it and so did her thighs. And her hair was a mess.

'Who are you? You're not Jackie….' This person before her was the damsel, the charity case, the victim. These kinds of things did not happen. They just didn't!

Not to her.

Tears found their way through her swollen eyes lids and rolled down her cheeks. She didn't wipe them off, her hands were lightly touching her neck, examining the extent of the brutal assault. Now that she was becoming more aware of the pain of her body, she felt a constant throbbing along with a sharp pain between her thighs.

"Not to me…..not to me…," she whimpered to no one.

The tears were falling faster, thick and cruel. She went to the shower and turned on the knob labeled 'Hot'. As Hot as it could go. She stepped into the steam easily. The scalding water didn't effect her. Not when she had so many other things to worry about. She needed to clean herself, rid herself of the evidence of what happened. She wiped her hands over her face, wiping all the mascara and blood off. She watched as it made its way towards the drain and disappear.

If only it were that easy.

Her lips were hurting. She remembered as his unwanted lips attacked hers, her teeth cutting the inside of her own lips due to the force of this brutality. His hands were around her neck, choking her…she couldn't breath…

She sobbed loudly as she gripped the shower wall trying to keep herself from falling forwards. She slowly slid down and hugged her knees. The shower continued to penetrate down, offering no relief to weak body.

She continued to cry and sob, but this went unheard in the empty house.

She sat down at the kitchen table, wearing her bathrobe. Her hair was still wet and clinging to her face. She hadn't shampooed or conditioned. But that didn't matter.

She just stared at the phone. Who should she call? Was there anyone to call? Her Mother was god knows where. Her father was on some business trip. Donna was in Califonia. Eric was…at home…as usual…he really didn't have a life. For a second she was so relieved, there was still a part of her old self in there after all, she wasn't broken entirely. But bits of the nights events flashed before her eyes again, and as soon as the relief came, it went. Eric it was…

She picked up the phone slowly, maybe she shouldn't tell anyone. Maybe she should obey his warning. She remembered how his hand pulled her up by the back of the neck so that his lips were grazing her ear.

"You know what will happen if you open your big mouth my sweet lil Jaclyn? (he pulled out his silver pocket knife) I'll use this………and then I'll slit your pretty little throat."

Jackie froze with the phone in her hand, what if he wasn't bluffing? What if he tapped her phone lines? Oh god, he would come after her!

She closed her eyes, she had to tell someone, she would mentally crack if she had to keep this all bottled up inside.

'I won't tell him over the phone, I will just get him over here.' Yeah, that would work. She closed her eyes for a second then dialed Eric's number.

After a few rings, Kitty picked up.

"Hello, Friendly Foreman Residence." She greeted happily.

Silence. 'Oh God, I can't do this. I can't do this.'

"Hello?"

"H-hi Mrs. Foreman. I-is Eric there?" Jackie whispered quietly.

"Oh yes he is! I just served him his crust-less Death Star tiny sandwiches, so he should be around here. You know, he just loves those little--oh here he is…"

"Hello?" came the voice of Eric Foreman

"Eric?" Jackie asked.

"Jackie? Is that you? You know, you have some nerve calling me here, the morning after you ditched me to go to some party. But being the mature and big person that I am, I am going to forgive you this one time. So instead of ignoring you like I planned, I am going to tell you how my night was. I got the rare, mint condition, Darth Vader—What the hell is wrong with you?" He shouted out of now where.

"Huh?"

"Usually by now, you interrupt me and say "Any night you have that wasn't illuminated by my presence is not worth recalling", then you tell me about your night. So again I say, 'What the hell is wrong with you?" He ranted.

"Eric….I-I need your h-help..," she whispered tearfully

"What? Jackie-What are you talking about?...Help with what?" His voice was laced with concern.

"Eric-" she said in a sob. "S-Something h-happened…" she said trying to control herself.

"Tell me what's wrong? Tell me what happened" he asked, already fearing the worst. His fists were clenched, he wouldn't be surprised if their were blood on his palms.

"I-I can't" she sniffed. "Please, I need you to come over….please…" she whispered wiping her cheeks.

"I'll be right there Jackie, you just- you just stay right there. I'll be there in two minutes." He said while grabbing his car keys and already running towards the backdoor. He dropped the phone when he couldn't run any further because of the cord, he didn't hang it back up, it wasn't important, he was already out the door.

Jackie knew he was on his way. She didn't hang up the phone, she clutched it tightly to her chest and began crying. She put her head down on the table and waited the longest two minutes of her life.

Jackie awoke from her sleep with an anxious mind. Placing her head to her head, she glance at her clock.

10:18 a.m.

She had so many things to do. And her sleep did nothing alleviate the stress going through her mind. Her mental checklist was on a constant setting of 'repeat'.

1. Find a job

2. GET FOOD

3. Ask manager to get someone to fix hot water

4. Do laundry

5. Fix up apartment

6. Explore the city

With a groan she got up and went to the bathroom. She couldn't help but flinch as she flipped on the bathroom lights, this happened every single time she went in there, you never get used to Mustard Yellow.

Trying to withhold a gag, she walked towards the shower and turned it on. It didn't matter which way she turned the knobs, it came out cold none the less.

She quickly stripped down and slowly eased into the freezing stream. Arching her back, she began to shampoo her hair, rubbing it into her scalp and working its way to the tips. Hot water or not, she was going to get her hair clean. Shivering and teeth chattering she rinsed her hair and then moved on to the conditioner, doing the same as she did with the shampoo. This time she let it sit while she washed her body with her pink washcloth.

'That's it! Today I am going to the manager's office and demanding my hot water!' She thought stubbornly. Over the past few days, she had called the manager four times to ask for her hot water, but he had been to 'busy' at the time.

When she was finished, she turned off the water and grabbed her fluffy white robe off its hanger and slid it on. She walked back to the bedroom where she had already picked out a cute pair of jeans and pink shirt that would slide slightly over the shoulders. It would go perfect with her white jacket and clogs. She got dressed quickly and towel-dried her hair. Tossing the towel into growing pile of dirty laundry, she grabbed her make up bag.

She felt like wearing a light amount today. Applying light pink lip gloss and black mascara she approved her appearance with a sigh and a slight nod. With her hair already dry in natural waves, she put on her jacket and clogs and made her way into the living room. Grabbing her purse off the chair and flipping off the lights, she exited her apartment.

"Well I had a great time tonight." She said smiling, slipping her arms into her jacket and grabbing her purse off the hanger.

"Yeah, it was real fun," Hyde replied, trying to remember her name. Oh well…

He opened the door for her to leave. She walked out the door and turned around to flip her hair over her shoulder softly.

"So can I see you again sometime?"

"Yeah…sure…I'll- I'll call ya…" He assured her. 'Except I will probably lose your number', he told himself.

She stood there for a second, expectantly, waiting for something. 'What does she want?'

"Well?" She inquired, her patience lost and hands on hips.

"Well What?" He asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Aren't you going to kiss me goodbye?"

Jackie had come down the hall just in time to see Steven give a blond girl a quick kiss on the lips.

'Oh my god, another one…'

She could help but roll her eyes. Steven had more women then she had shoes. And that was saying something. Over the past few days, she noticed a different girl leaving his apartment each day. Ew. She tilted her head and watched the blonde girl walk away. This one did look familiar though, she could swear she was here a few days ago. Seeing Hyde turn and about to reenter his apartment, she quickly walked towards him.

"Wow, this is a first…." she stated dryly, trying to catch his attention before he closed the door. The door halted and his head peeked out. He was giving her a confused look.

Jackie walked in front of his doorway, as he leaned against the door frame.

"She was here a few days ago." Jackie explained, tilting her head while leaning against the hallway wall, opposite his door. Hyde was still giving her a confused look.

"Two dates huh? Must be serious." Jackie continued sarcastically.

Hyde smiled bitterly and looked down the hall to the retreating blonde entering the elevator. He then turned his attention back to Jackie.

"Nah….your thinking of her sister…" Jackie's expression turned to disgust.

"You're a pig…." She shook her head softly. Hyde just laughed at that. He stroked one of his hands down his chest, while the other rubbed the back of his neck. Almost proudly.

"What can I say? Word gets around, if you know what I mean." He said slightly smiling.

"Oh Puh-lease, you're no Casanova, those girls are idiots," she replied stubbornly.

Hyde gave her a stern look, "At one time Jackie, you were one of those idiots."

"That was years ago. Believe me, I have gotten that out of my system" she exclaimed.

Hyde crossed his arms, taking a step toward her to tower over her. "And believe me, no one is more relieved than me about that."

Jackie glared at him. It was pointless to get into a battle of wits contest with him. He always came out top. The only benefit of growing up poor she reasoned. She continued to stare at him.

Hyde stepped away from her and gestured for her to carry on walking.

"Now, why don't you be on your merry little way. I am sure you have many important things to do." he sneered.

And with that he starting walking back inside, about to close the door behind him, when Jackie reached out and grabbed his arm. He froze and turned to her with his eyebrow raised.

Jackie smiled prettily at him, batting her eyelashes, and using her other hand to tuck her stray hair behind her ear. "Actually Steven, I do have something I have to do, but it would be much easier if you were to help me."

"No."

"Steven! I need you to go down to the office with me and tell them I need my hot water!" She whined, letting go of his arm.

"No, Jackie, you can do that by your big self," he said condescendingly.

"But I am new here, and the manager won't listen to me, I've called several times. You have been here awhile. I am sure they respect you….Please?" she pouted and bit her lip seductively.

"No," his face was expressionless. Jackie was mad.

She stomped angrily to turn and walk away, when she stopped and turned around suddenly with an evil glint in her eye. She looked down, smiled, then slowly looked back up to meet his eyes. Hyde shifted uncomfortably.

"Steven, do I need to remind you of what you wrote on a note to me a little over a week ago." She asked him sweetly. He expression remained the same, but she saw his eyes widen slightly. She smirked. He did remember.

"It said, that if I 'need anything else to let you know'. Remember? You had said all those mean things to me. Don't you remember Steven?" Her voice was sickly sweet and her hands were over her heart.

Hyde glared at her for a minute. She was a new breed of evil. With a groan, he went inside only to reappear a second later with his jacket on.

Hyde glared down at her, "Three rules Jackie. I will help you and put up with you for now, but I don't want this blackmailing thing to be a daily thing, got it?"

Jackie wasn't fazed, he didn't scare her.

He held up two fingers, "Rule number two. NO talking."

"But-" Jackie started.

He put a hand over her mouth to silence her. "No talking Jackie, Rule number three…" he continued without removing his hand, "I want you to get any notions out of you head that we are going to become best friends or whatever your twisted, selfish little mind thinks we will become, gotit?" he pressed, leaning down to meet her eyelevel.

Jackie's eyes just bore into his, fuming. 'How dare he treat her like some little mindless twit!'

Asshole.

"Jackie, nod if you understand--OWWWW!" he screamed grabbing his palm and examining it.

"OH don't worry Steven…I understand …", she seethed, walking away from him and to the elevator.

Hyde stared after angrily, he could believe that she bit him! 'I mean, come on, what is she? Four years old?'

"Well come on Steven, the quicker this gets done, the quicker you can get back to your shanks and your booze…" Jackie spat from inside the elevator as the doors began to close.

Hyde ran forward and stuck his arm out to keep the elevator doors from closing. Jackie had made no effort to stop the doors from closing on him. He stepped inside and gave Jackie a cold look.

"Damn Straight…" he grumbled. Jackie rolled her eyes and the doors closed.

Jackie continued to ring the tiny bell on the managers desk and it was giving Hyde a headache, her voice was giving him a headache.

"Excuse me, some service please!" Jackie screamed to the closed door behind the managers desk. "God! Ignoring you customers in not what you're paid for!" She was leaning so far over, Hyde was sure she was going to fall forward, she seemed to be trying to open the door herself or something.

Grabbing her by her waist, Hyde pulled her back and set her firmly on the ground. She complained at this, but he ignored her.

"Jackie, you have got to calm down," he said pulling away from the desk, "and stop your screeching, its given me a headache." He said, letting go of her arm and running his hand through his hair.

"Steven, they are the ones who are supposed to be helping us, instead of doing god knows what behind that door!" she yelled, gesturing to the closed door.

"Jackie, obviously he's busy at the moment, you are pretty hard to ignore, believe me, I would know." he said pointing to himself.

Jackie was about to reply when the door opened to reveal a man when blonde hair and glasses. He looked between the two of them, his eyes coming to rest on Jackie, "Can I help you?" he asked with an annoyed expression.

"Yeah, yeah you can help me, I have only been ringing the damn bell for the past 10 minutes! I need for you to--" she was about to instruct to him, when Hyde yanked her by the arm.

"Jackie, here's an idea….why don't you wait over there." Nearly shoving her over to the sitting room. She struggled to maintain her balance. Then shrugged him off.

"Ughhhh Fine." she huffed, walking over to the chair and grabbing herself a magazine.

Flipping through it, she looked up to see Hyde shaking the managers hand. They talked and laughed, but Jackie couldn't hear what they were saying. She rolled her eyes.

'I knew it! He does have respect around here!' she thought unfairly.

Turning her interest back to her magazine, she barely noticed that someone had come to her.

"You lookin' for a place to live sweetheart'?"

Jackie jumped, the person had startled her. Turning to the left she noticed a tall man, with slicked back dark, greasy hair. He also had a pointy nose and what seemed to be dark, gray eyes.

"No, no I am not actually." she said a little coldly, she began to feign interest in her magazine, very uncomfortable by the creepy guy staring at her.

"So you new to the City? Cuz you kno', if you need some sort of 'tour guide', I would be happy to be of service…" he pressed suggestively, sitting in the chair right in front of her and reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

Jackie jerked her head away from his hands, giving him a disgusted look. "I think I'm good…..thanks." she spat, grimacing her pretty face.

Creepy guy was unfazed, if anything, more attracted. He gave her an amused smile. "Lil' Spitfire, aren't you?" leaning over to twirl her hair between his fingers.

Standing up, Jackie glared down at the guy, "Why don't you just get lost!…..Before….before my boyfriend gets back!"

Creepy guy arched his eye in disbelief and smiled even bigger, "Is that a threat sweetheart?"

Jackie was about to retaliate when she was interrupted.

"I think you better do what she says and leave." Jackie whipped to the right to see Steven Hyde glaring at Mr. Creepy with a hateful look and his arms crossed.

"Ummm Steven?" Jackie asked confused. 'What the hell is he doing?'

At that, Hyde turned to her and smiled, pulling her to him and placing a kiss on her temple, he said, "Hey baby, I talked to the manager for you, everything's set." Clutching her to him protectively.

Creepy guy stared between them, clearly pissed at this change of events. Jackie just placed her head on Hyde's shoulder and smiled at Creepy guy, she beamed, "Thanks Sweetie."

Creepy guy was still staring at her, dumbfounded, until Hyde lost his patience. "Get lost, before I physically remove you myself" He stated coldly, getting in his face. Creepy guy stood his ground for a moment, before giving them both a cold look and walking out.

Hyde was looking anywhere but Jackie, who was giving him an incredulous smile, "Steven….that was--"

"Don't say it Jackie, whatever you were gonna say, just-just don't." he said, waving his hand dismissively, before walking in the direction of the elevator. Jackie ran after him, following him inside the elevator.

When the doors were closed, there was an uncomfortable silence. Jackie kept sneaking glances at him, who was staring intently at the closed doors. She couldn't help but smile again. "Steevveenn?"

Hyde groaned, "Jackie, can we please not talk about it….please?" he pleaded, looking over at her.

She continued to smile at him, "I just have to ask……why? Why would you do that for me?" she asked him, her eyes searching his.

Hyde sighed, "You're not gonna let it drop, are you?" he said while shaking his head and closing his eyes briefly.

She smiled and bit her lip slightly, "Nope, afraid not," Hyde through his hands up in defeat.

"Fine…… I-I don't really know why…to tell you the truth. You just looked so…so pissed off and…a little scared….and he …was some creep. I don't know! Temporary lapse…." he stumbled with his words and shuffled around, finally shoving his hands in his pockets and looking down on the ground. "….and you can smiling anytime now…." he said suddenly without even looking at her, he just knew she had a big goofy grin on her face. 'Man! I knew that was a mistake! She is never going to let me live that down!'

Jackie stopped smiling and turned back to face the elevator doors, but remembering hearing him call her 'Baby' brought the smile back. That was priceless, she knew she had more dirt on him now, he must have died after he realized he had said that. 'Serves him right after the way he was treating me earlier…' She was conflicted however. 'He did help me with the manager and scared off that creep…' Maybe she could let it slide this one time… She glanced at him quickly , remembering….

"I want you to get any notions out of you head that we are going to become best friends or whatever your twisted, selfish little mind thinks we will become, gotit?" he pressed, leaning down to meet her eyelevel.

Screw that! She had a phone call to make with she got back. 'Eric is just going to die!' she thought, her eyes beaming in victory.

"Stop smiling!"

They made their way down the hall and stopped in front of his door, looking at her each other awkwardly, neither not really knowing what to say. However, the tension between them was strong and obvious. Since Jackie hated silence, she had to think of something to break it.

"So, are you sure you don't want to stay the night at my place?" she asked him.

His head whipped up suddenly, and the shocked expression on his face made Jackie burst out laughing.

Trying to control her laughter, "Since….your…my boyfriend…and everything." she smiled jokingly at him.

She could see him visibly relax, "I hate you, you're gonna hold that against me for while, aren't you?" he asked, although he was smiling back at her. He had to hand it to her. 'She could definitely hold her own…' However, he could tell she was hiding something though. She was more sheltered and closed up than when he had known her in high school.

"Oh come on Steven, you know you would do the same. You were my Zen Master." she said, while giggling and pointing a finger at him.

Hyde smiled and nodded, "True. Very true…..well done grasshopper."

Jackie finally stopped laughing and looked into his eyes. 'He's still the same, the same Steven Hyde I knew and crushed on' . As he looked back into her eyes, she knew they were connected. Connected by the past. Connected by their friends. Connected by their…dislike of one another? Whatever they were, they understood each other, maybe they didn't understand things about the other. But when it came to just each other, they understood.

After staring at each other for a few moments, they both looked down, they weren't used that sort of connection. It was Hyde's turn to break to silence.

"I should probably get inside and get ready." he said, reaching in his pocket for his key.

"Big Party?" she asked knowingly.

Unlocking his door, he threw her a look over his shoulder, "Something like that, yeah". Jackie rolled her eyes at his predictability, he partied every night.

She nodded, "That's cool. Hey, maybe tomorrow night you can take me to one of the cool clubs around here." she asked hopefully.

Hyde opened his door and just laughed at her, "Yeah, that's not gonna happen…night!" he said quickly and went inside and closed the door before she could respond.

Jackie pounded on his door, "Steven! Come on! Don't you want to take your girl on a night in the town!" she began laughing again. It was just so funny! She could swear she heard the sound of his head banging on the door.

"You're evil. Go away." came the muffled reply of Steven Hyde.

Jackie continued to laugh, "Okay, okay, I am leaving." she said while walking away. But not before, stopping and shouting, "Nite Baby!"

She waited for him to shout at her to 'Be Quiet'. When he said nothing, she opened her door and smiled at her victory. 'I won! I beat Zen Master Steven Hyde!' She was about to skip into her apartment when she heard-

"Nite Sweetheart!"

Jackie dropped her purse and stumbled over it, knocking into her door frame. To say she was astonished, was an understatement. That…was the last thing she had ever expected to hear him say. She was at a loss of words, and angered that she thought she had won. It also didn't help that she could hear his muffled laughter from here.

Picking up her purse and stomping into her apartment, she had revenge on the mind. Setting her purse down on the couch and taking the phone off the receiver, she dialed the well known number.

After a few rings, a familiar voice answered.

"Hello?" Jackie smiled.

"Mrs. Foreman? It's Jackie….I need to ask you a favor…"

A.N. Was that too long? I never know how long you guys like it. I just wanted to say thank you again for the reviews and messages on the last one. I have been having a terrible time at home for the past few months, and almost gave up on my fan fiction, but because of your kind words, I decided to carry on, so thank you.

So anyway, you know what to do, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! The next chapter should take to long, I have already started.