Taxi

Future, flashbacks and AU. All characters involved but mainly Donna, Jackie, Hyde and Eric. I heard this song on the radio and it reminded me of a couple on the show.

Disclaimer: I don't own That 70's Show or Taxi by Harry Chapin.

Chapter 1

Prologue

Hyde couldn't believe it when he finally realized, here she was. All right not exactly as he had planned but they were alone. So what, her husband was sleeping, well passed out, upstairs with her kids. It's not my fault; he's a lightweight. Ok, so maybe I poured a little, or a lot of alcohol in his drinks, he should be able to handle it. Ok, he drove 16 straight hours to get here. I'm not going to feel bad for him. I'm done feeling for him; he stole my girl. He took the girl of my dreams, our dreams, we should have been together, we can still be together.

It's been 10 years since he's seen her. She still looks gorgeous, still has all the curves in all the right places. Her face, her eyes, her lips all look as he remembers them, luscious, tempting and inviting. She put on a little weight, most of it in the right places, also. I guess that's what kids will do to you? Her family came for a visit. It's about time, they were friends in high school, he had feelings for her and she knew it. No one came to visit him, wasn't he friends with all of them, what happened? He lived on the beach, the freaking beach. Free room, free board, free shelter. Yet, no one came. He knew she eventually would come to him, he knew she eventually would need him; he knew eventually temptation would get the best of her.

They were alone; he poured her a drink. Now that her husband was out of the way, she could really talk, she would really talk, that's what women do, and drinks were the fastest way. After the first couple, she talked about how great everything was; the house, the home, the job, the husband. A couple of more, the kids always got in the way, her husband didn't do enough around the house, and he was taking her for granted. The job isn't what she had hope for, isn't what she had dreamed of. The passion was leaving her marriage. Their alone time just wasn't the same.

All women complained. We, as men are pigs and I couldn't agree more. He had heard it all before, all women are the same. After a couple of drinks they will tell you everything, the good but mainly the bad. He loved it, women always wanted the "bad boy", always wanted someone's shoulder to cry on. His job allowed him to have enough money and enough time to maintain that image. He was that guy and this was his girl, the girl he spent many nights dreaming about. Where did he go wrong with her, why did he go wrong with her? How could he allow someone else to call her, his wife, the mother of their children? Her a mother; tied down with those responsibilities, I don't think so. She needs to be free, and I'm the one to set you free! I always was and I always will be.

He decided to pull out all the stops, who knew when he would get another chance like this. Her husband past out, her kids fast asleep, the two of them alone late at night. He took her outside. Luckily, a full moon; the ocean breeze blowing softly. Everything was perfect. Apparently, someone up above must have been in favor of what he was about to do? He got out his special stash, the stuff he only used on special occasions. This was a special occasion. They passed the joint back and forth a couple of times. He heard her squeal, "Wow, this stuff is strong". Next thing out of her mouth shocks even him, "I forgot how horny this stuff makes me. It reminds me of the good times in the basement." She playfully hits him. That's all he needed to hear. He takes a deep hit, holds it then blows the smoke directly at her face. She turns toward him, opens her mouth to form an "O" and sucks the smoke in. She takes a hit and does the same to him; then passes him the joint. This happens one more time; he blows it at her face, as the smoke exits his lips, he keeps getting closer and closer to her. She moves closer to him.

Her lips are slightly parted, breathing in the musky odor, her eyes are closed. This is the moment he has been waiting for. This is the perfect moment to make his move. She'll be shocked at first but she'll love the surprise. Women always love a surprise. Her lips are parted and he moves closer and closer, his lips are mere centimeters, now millimeters from hers. He can feel her breathing in and out thru her nose. He can smell her scent, a scent he hasn't smelt in 10 years. He can feel the heat from her body; it drives him out of his mind. He's out of control, if waits any longer this moment will pass. He goes for it. His lips crush up against hers. His hands and arms envelope her in a hug. Her mouth was already parted so he slips his tongue into her mouth and it looks for hers. He can hardly believe it, if he wasn't high from the smoke and booze; this put him over the edge. He's kissing her.

She pulls back, a stunned look on her face: Hyde what are you doing?

They are still in an embrace, their faces still close together, looking directly into her eyes. He uses his rough and gruff voice: I wanted to kiss you. I needed to kiss you.

Why?

Donna, I think I love you. I think I've always loved you!