A/N: Thanks for the reviews! This chapter would have been up earlier but my roommate and I decided to rearrange the kitchen in attempts to rid the house of a pesky mouse who has managed to outsmart us. But enough about me.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from 70S SHOW nor SUPER FREAK.

When they got back to the apartment, Barry was watching TV.

"How was my baby?" Donna asked, bolting for the baby's room.

"He was fine, we had mac and cheese for dinner, then watched 'Cinderella' and he fell asleep," Barry said.

"Cinderella?" Eric asked, slightly disgusted.

"It's a classic," Barry stated. "How was dinner? Did Jackie kill the stripper? Was she dating a pimp?"

"Barry, you won't believe it!" Jackie exclaimed. "Remember Drew?"

"Drew…. Drew Hicks?" he asked. She nodded, and he understood right away. "Noooooo…. He was not her date!"

"He was," Donna said. "Okay Jackie, spill, what was going on with Drew tonight?"

"What do you mean?" Jackie asked, putting her shoes in the bedroom.

"He was making moon eyes at you!" Donna exclaimed. Hyde felt a tinge of jealousy at that statement. "Come on, didn't anyone else see it?"

"I kind of did," Eric said, taking off his tie.

"Don't be stupid," Hyde growled. "He was just being polite, right Jackie?" Barry sort of chuckled to himself. "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," he said. "Jackie, did the Stripper just DIE when you and Drew saw each other again?"

"She wasn't very happy," Donna said. "Jackie, what was going on in there? Enquiring minds want to know!" Jackie left the bedroom, and sat on the couch, patting her stomach.

"Drew Hicks and I were good friends," was all she said, and Barry chuckled again.

"Okay, I'm going home," he said. "I have to call one of my good friends." He kissed Jackie on the cheek, hugged Donna, and nodded at the guys.

"Thanks again Barry," Donna said.

"Night, all," he said, and left. Jackie was biting her lip, and smiling.

"You slept with him, didn't you?" Donna asked, and Jackie stood up to walk away. "Come on, you're making that face like 'I have a secret but I can't tell it'."

"Donna, I don't want to talk about things that are in the past," Jackie said, and walked into the bedroom. "I'm tired, is anyone else tired? I know you are, Donna, you're just as pregnant as I am."

Hyde was curious now. Was this an ex? If so, how serious was it? He knew about the serious ones, or so he thought. He knew about Pete, and that was the most serious one that he had met. So where did Drew fall?

"Jackie, did you sleep with Drew?" Donna asked again, and she growled in exasperation.

"Donna, everything that happened between me and Drew was odd and weird and probably shouldn't have happened," she stated, walking back to the bedroom.

"That's a yes," Eric said. "Jeeze, even I want to know and I hate gossip."

"Jackie! Did you sleep with him!" Hyde exclaimed, louder than he meant to. She peeked out from the bedroom door, surprised at the anger in his voice. She walked out of the bedroom, hands on her hips.

"Steven," she said, evenly, "does it matter?"

"Yes, it does matter," he said.

"Do you want a list of all the men I've slept with? I know I've never asked YOU about all the women YOU'VE slept with!" she snapped. "Why do you want to know about Drew?"

"Because you're acting all secretive and it's really pissing me off!" Hyde said. "I saw how he was looking at you tonight, there was something there besides old friends!"

"Should we retreat to our room?" Donna asked.

"How can we? Our room is the living room," Eric said.

"Fine!" Jackie snapped. "I'll tell you about Drew. I did sleep with him! I slept with him many MANY times because our relationship was basically screwing each other's brains out whenever we met up! Is that what you wanted to hear?" She turned, and stormed into the bedroom. Hyde sighed, feeling like a jerk, and Eric clapped his hands together.

"Well!" he said. "That was an awkward end to an awkward night. Donna, I'm going to check on Tommy and then hit the hay."

"I'll join you," she said. She then hit Hyde in the back of the head.

"Ow!" he exclaimed.

"Go in there and talk to her," Donna stated, and followed Eric into the toddler's room.

Jackie was seething under the covers, arms crossed. Hyde walked in, and she continued to stare at the wall.

"Okay, I'm done being the accusatory husband who's jealous of his wife's exes," he said.

"You haven't been done since we were teenagers, are you really done now?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "So what happened between you and Drew? I just want to know. How did it start, how did it end?" She sighed, and looked at him.

"It was one of the weirdest relationships I ever had," she said. "I was his student." And she began her story.

The first day of class we did not hit it off. I was confused about what time class started, I thought it was at one forty but it was actually at one thirty. I walked into the room, and saw that he had already started. I also noticed that he was young.

'Sorry!' I exclaimed, it being the first class I was ever late to in my college career (and the last one, I might add).

'It's okay, I was just talking,' he stated. I didn't know if he meant it in a sincere way or a jerk way, like 'you JUST interrupted my WHOLE introduction you STUPID GIRL'. So that was my first impression of Drew Hicks.

As class went on I noticed that he liked to be mean to students. I guess not really mean, but prod at them and say tactless things, and I was one of his favorites to pick on because he knew I was a design student who just wanted the credit. So I guess it really all started about two weeks into the semester. I had just turned in a worksheet about psychopath diagnoses, when he held it up in front of the class.

'It's in pink pen,' he said. 'But then what else could I expect from a design student?' And I had had enough. I said

'Your personality is vicious. But then what else could I expect from someone who hangs out with convicts all day? No wonder they like you, you make them look good.' The class laughed, and he sort of smiled at me slyly. He liked that I stood up to him. After that he'd call me out and try to insult me, but I was usually able to throw it right back at him. And once he realized that I was in fact a good student, he liked me even more.

It was the night of Mandy's birthday that we began something. It was completely by accident, he was at the same club we were all at. I was dancing with Barry, and I was pretty drunk because these guys kept buying us girls drinks for her birthday. I was on the dance floor, pretty far gone, when I turned and saw Drew up at the bar. I thought it was a GREAT idea to go say hi to my teacher. So I walked up, and tapped him on the shoulder.

'Miss Burkhart,' he said, amused to see me.

'Hey there Mr. Hicks,' I said. 'What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out at some hoity toity bar for guys with PhDs?'

'I'm here with some friends,' he said. 'What about you? What are you doing here?'

'It's my friend's twenty second birthday!' I said, and cheered a little bit. 'I turned twenty two last year. I waited a year and then I came here from Wisconsin.'

'Ahhh, you're a Sconnie,' he said. 'Want a drink?'

'If you're buying,' I stated, and sat next to him. So we began talking, and I kind of sobered up since he bought me seltzer water. It was actually the first time that we had not barbed each other, and I blamed it on the bar setting. Eventually I asked him if he wanted to dance with me, and he agreed. Yeah, I was still drunk, I think he was too though. It was really unprofessional of him, now that I think about it. I was a student! But I guess it was just dancing to Rick James, it wasn't anything sexy at the time. I had a good time. I thought that maybe we could be friends.

Too bad that Monday he handed back a paper that said 'leave your design bubble and try to act like a detective'. I was pissed. I waited after class, and stormed to his desk.

'This is crap!' I exclaimed. 'I worked so hard on this little essay and you just blow it off?'

'It's clichéd and doesn't show any insight,' he said, looking through his appointment book. The jerk didn't even act like I was worth the time of day.

'It shows lots of insight!' I snapped. 'You just have a bias against me because you know I don't think that this class is as important as my other classes!'

'Yes, your classes on color scheme and swatches,' he said.

'At least my major is going to bring beauty to the world, your profession focuses on the negative things in life!'

'My career focuses on reality, Miss Burkhart, it doesn't mask reality in throw pillows and draperies!' he snapped back, standing up and facing me.

'You are one of those young teachers who is so insecure in his job that he feels the need to bully other kids to make himself feel good,' I continued, hands on my hips, staring up at him. He is, like, six feet three or something. And I'm short.

'You don't know anything about me!' he exclaimed.

'And yet you think you know so much about me?' I threw back. 'I take school seriously, even when I was in high school and on the cheer squad I did my homework every Saturday night and studied for all my tests, and none of those classes were design, I can tell you that!'

'Show me your potential!'

'Show me yours!' I yelled, and then before I knew it we were kissing and throwing ourselves onto his desk. And that began our affair that lasted for five months. And trust me, as unethical as it was to get involved with a teacher, he wasn't any easier on grading. I had to work really had to get my A in that class. And I did, because I'm just that great. But relationships like that never last. We ended in April, not only because there was no real relationship but because I was scared that it might go somewhere. And I didn't want it to. And I had the feeling that he kind of did. But I couldn't let it.

She had finished her story, and Hyde was just thinking now. She looked at him, and touched his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Drew, but honestly, he wasn't that important to me," she said. "As bitchy as that sounds, he just wasn't. We had fun together, and then that was it." Hyde nodded, and kissed the top of her head.

"Don't worry about it," he said. He placed his hand on her stomach, and she rested her hand on his. "How about Melissa?"

"Are you serious?"

"… I don't think so."

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Maybe. What is it?"

"Donna is having twins."

"Wow. That's far out."

"Eric will want to name them Luke and Leia."

"If we have twins I have the perfect names."

"What?"

"They're Roman…"

"Apollo and Diana?"

"No, Caligula and Drusilla."

"UGH. GoodNIGHT, Steven!" she huffed, and rolled over on her side.

"Come on, we can call them Cal and Dru for short, they'd never know."

"I said goodnight!" He chuckled, and went to get into his pajamas. When he came out, he crawled on top of her. She sat up, eyes squinting and adjusting to the light again. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he said, kissing her neck.

"Steven, we have company in the next room," she protested, groggily.

"So we be quiet."

"I'm never quiet in any situation!" she protested, but soon was giving in.

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Across town, Sam and Drew were also in the throws of passion when he made the ultimate mistake whilst in said throws.

"Oh God… JACKIE!" he yelled.

"… JACKIE?" Sam demanded, throwing him off of her. He sat up, and she was already throwing a robe on herself. "Did you just yell out HER name while having sex with me!" He sat up, and scratched his head.

"Uhhh, yeah, I guess I did," he said. She snarled in fury, and threw a pillow at him.

"This wouldn't piss me off if this was the first time this happened to me, but her HUSBAND did that on MORE than one occasion when we were together!" she snapped, and shoved him off the bed. "You are sleeping on the couch."

"It's my bed!"

"Get OUT!" she exclaimed, and Drew sighed and carried a pillow and the comforter to the main room of his apartment. He plopped on the couch, hit the pillow a few times, and groaned.

"Good one, Drew," he muttered. "Idiot."

He began reminiscing. Jackie and he were a complicated case. She was the one girl in his life who didn't put up with his crap. All his other girlfriends did, and it ultimately drove him away. He just couldn't find that girl that put him in his place, the place he knew he needed to be in. He knew for a fact that he had fallen in love with her by the end of it, but she had none of that.

Their last meeting started with sex at his place and ended with her kissing him and saying goodbye. A goodbye he knew was for good. If only because he had said those words that he shouldn't have said.

'I think I love you.'

And he never found out why she didn't want to love him back. And now he wanted to know why.

TBC