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A/N: Again, thank you everyone who reviewed! I'm glad my first attempt at That 70's Show Fanfiction wasn't a complete failure! This is the last chapter of this story, but I have plenty more ideas. In fact, I might be able to get the first chapter of a new story up by tonight! So thanks again for the reviews, and please enjoy this last segment!
Donna was awakened by a pounding on her door. She rolled out of bed, grabbed her robe and flung open the door. "Oh, what the hell?" she groaned as Jackie stomped past her into the room.
"Donna, it's over," Jackie sobbed, flinging herself onto Donna's bed.
"Wait, you're breaking up with me?" Donna joked.
Jackie rolled her eyes. "Donna, be serious. I'm talking about Steven and me. It's over. He doesn't love me and he never will."
"I take it the whole Zen plan failed?"
"Yeah, it turns out that's what he wanted all along," Jackie spat. "He wanted me to ignore him!"
"I can't imagine why…" Donna mumbled to herself, clutching her robe tighter about her shoulders.
Jackie shook her head, tears leaking out of her eyes. "I just…I was so sure that he felt something that night. Guess I was really wrong, huh?"
Donna sighed and sat down beside her friend. "Maybe you shouldn't give up just yet, Jackie. When we were all down in the basement, it seemed like there definitely was something going on between the two of you."
"Yeah, intense hatred," Jackie scoffed.
"Well, maybe…"
"Donna!" Jackie cried, smacking the redhead on the arm.
"Look, Jackie, it's almost one o'clock in the morning, do we really have to talk about this now?" Donna yawned. "How did you get in here anyway?"
Jackie sighed in exasperation and threw her hands in the air. "Could you focus, Donna! I'm having a crisis here!"
"Fine, how about I try to talk to him, will that make you feel better?" Donna asked hopefully.
Jackie immediately brightened. "Oh, Donna! Thank you so much! Now, don't tell him anything I said tonight. I don't want him thinking I'm obsessing over him."
"Oh no, God forbid he should think that…"
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"Wake up, you dilhole!"
Hyde's eyes barely peeked open as he peered over at the clock next to his cot and blearily read the time: 9:00 in the morning. He groaned, grabbed the pillow and jammed it over his ear.
"Hyde, you better get up! Don't make me come in there!"
The pounding and screaming continued, and with an exasperated cry, Hyde shoved off his covers and stumbled to the door. Donna met his angry stare with one of her own and shoved past him into the room.
"Donna, man, what the hell? Do you know what time it is?" he grumbled, shuffling his way back to bed and pulling the covers around him.
"Do you know what time your girlfriend was at my house last night?" Donna shouted back.
Hyde stared blankly at her with puffy red eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Jackie came to my house last night, or should I say this morning," Donna explained angrily. "She woke me up at one o'clock in the morning to wine and complain about you."
Hyde shrugged. "Well, that sucks, man, but it's not my problem. There's nothing going on between me and Jackie." He attempted to lie back down, but Donna reached over and yanked the covers away.
"That's total bullshit, Hyde, and you know it," she said calmly. Throwing the covers back at him, she continued, "Look, I don't care how you do it, but tell her how you feel. The rest of us are tired of being woken up at ungodly hours of the morning to hear Jackie complain, and by the rest of us, I mean me. If I have to come over here to wake you up again, you better believe I'm gonna take a page out of Red's book and put my foot in your ass as well." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out.
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Hyde was in his usual chair in the basement when Jackie arrived at the Forman's that afternoon. He was watching Little House on the Prairie when he heard her footsteps coming down the stairs, and he quickly got up to change the channel before she saw it.
"Where is everyone?" she asked as she sat down on the couch, nervously glancing about the room.
He shrugged. "Don't know. Guess it's just you and me."
"Oh…" Jackie said uneasily, eyeing him to see what was going on. His gaze was fixed on the television, however, so she settled herself more comfortably. "If I had known Donna wasn't going to be here, I wouldn't have come," she said flippantly, trying to sound indifferent.
"You're welcome to leave if you want," he replied, still not looking at her.
Jackie was stung a little by his words, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of making her leave. If he could be totally comfortable alone with her and acting as if nothing was going on between them, then so could she. "Well, I would, but it's raining outside and I don't want to mess up my hair."
He nodded. "You want a Popsicle?"
She shrugged. "Sure."
Hyde got up and reached into the deep freeze for her Popsicle, then plopped down on the couch next to her and handed it to her. Then he turned back to the TV, propped his feet on the coffee table, and draped his arm across the back of the chair behind her head.
Jackie unwrapped the Popsicle and stuck it in her mouth to keep her from saying anything. She wanted to ask what he was up to, but she was afraid if she did he might stop and go back to the other side of the room. For a while, they sat in silence as Jackie finished her Popsicle. Her nerves began to settle a bit, and just when she was getting into the show, he startled her again.
"So, I was thinking, maybe that kiss we had that night was just done wrong."
Jackie's heart was beating so loud she was sure he could hear it. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you said the kiss didn't make you feel anything, and that never happens to me." He gave her a sly smile and his arm found its way around her shoulders. "Girls always feel something when they kiss me. So I figured if you didn't then I must have done it wrong, and I think we should give it another shot."
Before she could answer, Hyde's lips had melded against her own, and Jackie was sure she could hear his heartbeat pounding in time with hers. She tilted her face towards his and felt his arms slide around her, pulling her more fully against his body. Then, just as soon as it had begun, the kiss ended.
Hyde grinned at her. "How was that one?"
Jackie shrugged. "Eh, a little better I suppose." At his snort of disbelief, she smiled and said, "You know, Steven, what would make this perfect? If you finally confessed your passionate love for me and told me I'm the only one for you."
"Let's not get carried away here, Jackie," Hyde said, holding up a hand to ward her off.
"Well, if you can't tell me you love me, Steven, then I can't be with you," Jackie explained, standing up and placing her hands on her hips. "I need to know that you're devoted only to me."
Hyde looked up at her, a pained expression on his face. "Do you have to hear those words exactly? Couldn't I just tell you I love making out with you?"
Jackie frowned. "No, Steven. I need you to tell me you love me."
He hesitated, but as she turned toward the door, he finally gave in. "Fine, Jackie. I…love you…I guess."
"Oh, Steven!" she squealed, flinging herself into his arms and toppling him backwards onto the couch. She kissed him passionately and then pulled away, leaving him breathless. She giggled as his cheeks began to flush and his lips to redden.
"What are you laughing at?" he snapped.
Spreading her hands over his chest, Jackie bent down to his ear and whispered, "Zen Master my ass! You broke so easily, I could've…"
"You could've what?" Hyde dared, catching her hands in his.
"Nothing," Jackie said quickly, smiling impishly at him. "I'm just saying you're kind of a softie now."
"Hey!" Hyde protested, offended. "Just because I said…what I said…doesn't mean I am no longer in control of my emotions. I'm still very Zen."
Jackie nodded. "Of course you are, baby."
With a growl, Hyde flipped her onto her back and pinned her hands above her head. "Do me a favor, Jackie," he said, his mouth inches from hers. "Shut up."
For once, Jackie didn't protest as he kissed her into silence.