DISCLAIMER: I don't own That 70's Show or anything related to it. I wish I did cause then I could make Jackie and Hyde be together. Humph… Oh well. The last season never happened.

Summary: Takes place in the 8th Season, during and after Fun It. Jackie and Hyde bottle up their feelings because they can't stand getting hurt again by each other. The final season leads them through tragedy and self-discovery. But will it lead them together again?

Author's Note: In case any of you were wondering, besides Fez, the characters in the last chapter were in a flashback of sorts. I just saw that I really never let anyone know about the Eric and Donna breakup and I found a bit of space to put it in. Sorry this was a bit late; the last couple of nights my internet connection wasn't working very well. But here it is now! And also, sorry if the first paragraph doesn't make any sense, it was like 3:30 in the morning. But hopefully the rest is better.

Chapter 12: Somebody

I need a lady not somebody shady

I need someone to be close to

Somebody cozy not somebody nosy

Help me see my whole day through

Someone to share the load

Somebody to walk the road I live on

It was the third time that week that they were in the basement alone together and the tension could be swiped at before it passed. Which was a big step considering a month ago it was so thick it had to be tore into with a chain saw.'The Price Is Right' was droning from the television, both watching it intently. It passed both of their minds that only a while ago they first started making out to this show but neither thought it was appropriate to bring it up. Each was trying to get passed the hurt and the pain the other one caused while simultaneously trying to show the other that they wanted to get passed it. Unfortunately, since they were busy with their own agendas, they didn't see the others, which meant that what they were secretly and discreetly doing wasn't helping at all.

Finally, after another old lady came up to play, Jackie had enough. With a sigh she said, "I'm bored."

"Me too," Hyde replied, not taking his eyes of the television.

Sensing that she would have to initiate the action, she turned her body to him. "Well, then lets do something."

Curious, Hyde looked at her with an eyebrow raised, although Jackie barely noticed it because of his glasses. "What did you have in mind?"

"Ugh," she gasped in mock disgust, "Not that, you pig!"

In his head, he knew that he should be more serious about what she said. After all, he was married. But Hyde found himself smirking while Jackie grinned at him. 'This is interesting,' he thought. 'Neither one of us are making a big deal about it.'

The same thought crossed Jackie's mind, which increased her smile. Slowly, they were coming back together. And maybe, one day, they could get back to where they once were.

"No, seriously, what did you wanna do?" Hyde said.

"Well..." Jackie said, thinking about all her options. Suddenly, her head snapped up and she had a giddy look on her face.

"No," Hyde said before she could respond.

"But Steven..."

"No."

"Please..."

"No, Jackie, I'm not driving you to the mall!"

"You're not just driving, you're coming with me."

"Oh, okay. No."

"But, there's a sale!"

"I thought you said that sales were on the stuff that ugly people get."

"They are! I want to go and buy the stuff that's not on sale. See, when there's a sale, they mark it. That way, I won't buy ugly stuff."

"And you buy ugly stuff when there isn't a sale?"

"No, I'm just making sure. So, please... Don't make me wear ugly stuff," she pleaded.

"Oh God forbid," he said sarcastically. Looking at her, though, he changed his mind. "Fine, but we're not going long," he said standing up.

The joy spread across Jackie's face in a flash. "Oh thank you, Steven," she said and bound to him before giving him a tight hug.

The second her delicate warmth touched him he felt like he was home. Which wasn't a good sign. But he didn't want her to stop. In the few seconds they were joined, he remembered how her body fit with his perfectly, how her hair smelt, how she hugged a little tighter when she was sad or scared. All too soon, though, she realized what she was doing and broke from him. Luckily his glasses hid his disappointment.

"Oh sorry, old habits die hard," she said, giving him an apologetic smile.

"Yeah..." he muttered slowly.

"So, lets go to mall!" she squealed and the tension from the embrace was gone.

Hyde found himself reaching for her hand, like he always did when they were together. In those times, even if it was Forman-like to hold hands, he couldn't stop touching her. Any and every time he got the chance, he reached out to stroke her hair and wrap his arms around her waist. He sometimes thought that if there were a camera focused on them and the rest of the gang, the majority of the time would see them touching each other. And as they walked out the basement door together and up the steps, he missed it. Deeply.

Three hours and several hundred dollars later, the basement door flung open to reveal a very dishevel looking Hyde carrying an armload of boxes and bags. The light was dim, so he slowly made his way to the couch and set the bags down.

"Where have you been?" a bitchy voice said.

Having his vision obscured by the purchases Hyde hadn't seen anyone in the room and had to turn towards his chair to see the intruder. But it wasn't an intruder; not really. She was unwanted and unwelcome but she had, legally, every right to be there. Sam.

Her blonde hair was down around her shoulders, making her skinny neck look less like a chicken's. The clothes that she wore were normal for her; a small purple top that didn't even reach her midriff and a pair of short shorts. He used to like that. But now he didn't remember why.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

She scoffed. "What do you mean, what am I doing here? I live here, remember?" She got up and went over to the bags. "Are these for me?" she said while opening a bag and pulling out a pair of size 0 jeans.

"Uhh... Sam..." Hyde began

"Steven! You were right, we probably should leave my new clothes in your car, because we're just going to have to..." Jackie started as she bound down the stairs and flipped on the light switch. "What's she doing putting her slutty hands all over my new jeans?"

"Well..." he began... again.

"Whatever I want. This is my house and my husband and since these are in my basement, they're mine!" Sam spat.

"Huh, you couldn't fit them over your gigantiod ass if you tried!" Jackie screamed back.

"So..." Hyde tried to get in.

"Well, you have a small chest!"

"Well, you have a fake chest!"

"Come on..."

"You're short!"

"You're ugly!"

Sam gasped and searched her brain for ammunition. "You... you... you... you weren't good enough for Hyde!"

The room fell silent and everyone's eyes turned to the small brunette. She looked like she was on the verge of tears but she calmly walked over to her bags and gathered them together. As she walked back to the door, she turned around one final time.

"You know what Sam? Neither are you." And then she was gone.

"Well, I'm glad she's gone," Sam said to Hyde, who was staring at the open door. She sauntered over and gave him a peck on the cheek and rubbed her hands over the muscles in his chest. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Leave."

"Okay, where are we going?" she asked playfully.

"No, we're not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere," he said, disinterested and cold.

"What?"

"You. Leave. Now."

"Hyde, I'm your wife, I'm not just leaving. We made a commitment."

"That I don't even remember!" he yelled, finally getting angry enough to put her in her place. "I was going to marry Jackie. And I didn't need booze to trick me into that. I did with you because I don't love you. I don't care about you. I really don't even like you that much. Look Sam. You've been a bitch to Jackie but to everyone else you've been okay so I'll pay for your plane ticket back or whatever and start on the divorce crap. But that's it, we're done!"

"You're just saying that because you're angry," she said with an edge in her voice.

"I am angry but that's not why I'm saying it. Leave Sam. Just go." with that, Hyde walked out and slammed the basement door. As he made his way to his car, he felt the weight that he had been carrying fall off of him.

Authors Note: Hooray! The wicked bitch is dead! And don't worry, she's really gone. I can't write for Sam, I get too sick. I hope you liked it. Review please!