Disclaimer: I own nothing of THAT 70S SHOW nor SUPERFREAK. Or Dickens.

The door to Hyde and Grant Designs opened at 11:30 sharp. Jackie looked up, and saw Drew. He had something behind his back again, but this time it probably wasn't bagels. She stood up, and grabbed her coat from the hook. He walked in, and handed her a white rose. She groaned, and rolled her eyes a little bit, but smiled at him.

"Hey, Jackie," he said. "Ready?"

"Yep. Where are we going?"

"A cafe down the street," he said. "Hey, Barry." Barry was looking at him, suspiciously.

"Hello, Drew," he said. "Jackie, give me that flower." She handed it to Barry, and he set it on his desk. "Thank you." Drew raised his eyebrows, and Jackie smirked a little bit.

"Okay, shall we?" she asked. "We don't have much time."

"Which is why I got them to save us a table," he said.

"You didn't. Not at a café."

"I did."

"Maybe you are a sociopath," she said. "Remember what you taught me, they're very flattering."

"Maybe I am," he said. They walked out of the office, and she was quite suspicious as well. He most certainly was up to his old tricks, as he used to give her white roses all the time. "What's wrong, SuperFreak?"

"You're relentless," was all she said, and he smirked a little bit.

They arrived at the café, ordered their meals, and were seated near the back. Once they were seated, she sipped her water and he drank his wine.

"I miss wine," she said, and he chuckled a little bit.

"I never asked when you were due," he said.

"September."

"Wow. That's coming up."

"I guess so, yeah," she said. He smiled at her, and she looked at the table. Awkward, she thought.

"So Jackie, what's gone on in your life?" he asked. "I haven't seen you since…"

"Since I left your apartment that night," she finished. He nodded. "Well, I graduated, worked with a designer for awhile, but then I came into money, and Barry and I opened our own business, which is thriving as you can see."

"Clients in the Hamptons, Long Island, the works, right?" he asked. She nodded, and rested her chin on her hand. "And Steven?" She smiled wistfully.

"The best thing in my life," she said, naturally. "I went back to Wisconsin for a funeral and we reconnected. Then three months later we were married and expecting our baby."

"Quite the life you live," he said. "What about the people in your group I remember? Like Beth, and Jeff, and Dave, and Mandy and Pete?"

"Beth married a British business man who is in his forties but loves her to death, Jeff is a photographer in the East Village, Mandy and Pete got married but are separated now, and Dave died of AIDS in 1986."

"Wow," Drew said. "So some happiness and some tragedy."

"I guess so," she said. "What about you?"

"Just living the same one I had back then," he said. "Teaching at NYU, never married, never even had a relationship that sustained six months. But hey, I have my health."

"And Sam?" she asked. He shrugged.

"Vapid," he said. She laughed, and their salads were served. "She's going back to Vegas soon."

"So I heard," Jackie said. "Drew, what happened?"

"Oh, you know," he said. "She was pretty pissed that we used to be an item."

"Ha!" Jackie laughed. Drew laughed at her reaction, and she blushed a little bit. "Sorry. I'm so used to being the jealous one when it comes to her."

"Yeah, what is that about?" he asked. Jackie sighed, and ran a hand through her hair.

"Well, back in the day Steven and I had a fight, and he went to Vegas, went on a bender, and came home with a stripper wife named Sam," Jackie said. "And instead of getting it annulled, he decided to stay with her because he was sick of complication from me. And soon after that, I left Point Place on bad terms with him."

"I thought they were just engaged."

"Well, as it turns out she was already married, but she came back with a divorce and sank her claws back into him," Jackie said. "She was the woman who convinced me that I would be alone forever because the man I gave my entire heart to gave his to someone else." Drew nodded, and pat her hand. But didn't remove his, though she didn't notice. She smiled, though, and ate her salad.

"Turns out that wasn't true," she said. "I learned something after that. I had to let him go. I loved him too much, and I wanted him to be happy. So I thought that if I left he would be. He wasn't, but I couldn't have known."

"No," Drew said.

"And then she ditched him," she continued. "She barely said goodbye, she just left one night and that was that." After saying that, the nausea came back.

"Jackie…"

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I need to know something." She felt her stomach turn more, and had to put her salad fork down.

"… What?"

"Well…" Drew began, ready to begin to work his charms on her, but he couldn't quite bring himself to go there. And plus she looked a little green around the gills. "Are you okay?" She looked like she was going to puke. She pulled her hand away, and then realized what was bothering her. She looked at Drew, and put her hands to her mouth.

"Oh my God," she said. "Drew…. Oh my God, I AM her!"

"What?" he asked.

"But I'm worse!" she exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. She stared at him, and her eyes filled with tears. "Whoa, why are you crying?"

"Drew!" she exclaimed. "I left you! I just LEFT you! Without any explanation or anything!"

"Uh, yeah," he said, and she grabbed her napkin off her lap. "Okay, pregnant women DO have crazy hormones-."

"No, don't you see?" she exclaimed. "I hurt you, didn't I?" He didn't really know how to answer that.

"Yeah," he settled on. "Yeah, you did." She grabbed his hand, and he looked down at it.

"Drew," she said. "I know why I have been so crazy about this whole meeting, and I was right, it's not because of what everyone else was saying! It's because I feel so bad for hurting you! I was such a bitch!"

"You weren't a bitch," he said, and she shook her head.

"I was!" she exclaimed, wiping her eyes some more with the napkin. "I am so, so sorry for doing that to you. There is no excuse for it. I just threw you off, and I never said that you brought a lot of happiness into my life at that time. Happiness I needed. You were fun, you didn't ask questions, you were great. And I was so grateful. Drew, can you ever, EVER forgive me?" Drew looked into his exes large multicolored eyes. They turned aqua when she cried, and they were beautiful. She was beautiful, and happy, and had everything she ever wanted. He smiled at her, and brushed her cheek with his hand.

"Of course I do, SuperFreak," he said, softly and genuinely. "You know I do." She smiled, and he wiped tears from her eyes. He couldn't go through with it. He just couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Jackie," he said, looking at the clock. Ten minutes before Sam would arrive. Not much time. "Let's go."

"What? You haven't even touched your lunch!" she exclaimed wiping the last tears from her eyes.

"I'm not that hungry," he said. "Come on, we have to go."

"Go where? We still have forty minutes before I have to get back," she said. "Sit, eat your lunch."

"We've already paid, and I'm not hungry," he said. "Come on, I'll walk you back." She tilted her head, and he stood.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Nothing now," he said. "Let's go get ice cream."

"… I do love ice cream."

"That's the spirit!" he said, and got them out of the café before Sam and Hyde showed up. "Hey, what kind of cone do you like?"

"Chocolate, of course," she said.

"Of course," he said.

As they turned the corner, Drew looked back just in time to see Sam and Hyde walking into the café. He breathed a sigh of relief, and turned back to Jackie.

"Hurry up, Drew!" she called. "What are you going to get?" He smiled, and trotted to catch up with her.

Sam looked around the café, and didn't see Drew or Jackie anywhere. She growled.

"What?" Hyde asked. She huffed, and shrugged.

"Nothing," she said. "Look, let's just get our food and eat."

"You're in a more bitchy mood than usual," he said, looking at the menu.

"Well, it's been a bad week," she said. "No thanks to your wife."

"Here we go again," Hyde said. "I didn't come to lunch with you to hear you insult Jackie, my wife and the mother of my child."

"Well, she just ruined my relationship with Drew."

"You never have relationships, Sam, you have disasters," Hyde said, and turned to the cashier. "I'll have a turkey sandwich."

"And the lady?"

"I'll have a Greek salad," she said.

"That's a popular choice today," the cashier said.

"Why do I care?" she asked.

"I'm getting a table," Hyde said, rolling his eyes.

"I just meant that this couple came in earlier and ordered the same thing," the cashier said. "I thought that a pregnant woman should eat more than a salad, but-."

"Wait," Sam said. "Was she short and was he really tall, kind of lanky?"

"Yeah, do you know them?" She stamped her foot, threw a mini temper tantrum, and then paid the cashier, who was left dumbstruck by the adult woman throwing a fit. She went and sat with Hyde.

"What was that about?" he asked.

"They were out of lemonade," she lied. "Look, Hyde, I think that you should know that Drew is still hung up on Jackie, and they are out to lunch RIGHT NOW."

"Yeah, I know they are," he said, sipping his Coke. She crossed her arms, jaw dropped.

"You know?" she asked.

"Yeah, Jackie told me," he said.

"And you aren't mad?"

"Why would I be?"

"Because she has a thing for tall guys. Drew, and that guy in Chicago-."

"Okay, once my sandwich comes I'm leaving," Hyde said. "And I'm only waiting for that because I'm starving. I chose staying with you over my stomach eating itself. Rock on."

"I'm just saying that-!"

"Look, I came to lunch because I thought that I owed you an apology for what happened between us eleven years ago, but I just realized that I don't owe you shit," he said. "You're trying to wreck my marriage because you can. You're still just as nasty as you were back in 1980, and I don't have to sit here and listen to it."

"Turkey sandwich?" the waiter said, walking in on the most unfortunate of conversations.

"Right here, my man," Hyde said. "Sweet. Food. Have a good time back in Vegas, Sam. And don't bother calling me again, because I'm through being civil." So with that, Hyde left his ex fiancée without feeling any more obligations to be polite. And Sam was pissed.

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Drew walked Jackie back to her office, and she finished her cone as they walked up to the door.

"Perfect timing," she said. "Thanks for the cone."

"You're welcome," he stated. "Well, it's probably about time you get up there and knock them dead."

"Oh, I hope so," she said. "Drew, this was fun. We should do this again."

"Yeah," he said. "We should. You call me next time, okay? And I promise I won't throw myself on your desk anymore." She laughed, and shrugged.

"You say that now, but we'll see," she said. "I will definitely call you, Drew. I could see us as friends."

"Me too." He hugged her tightly, and closed his eyes. "I'm really happy for you, Jackie." She smiled, and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you," she said. "And hey, I'm sorry Sam wasn't the one."

"No you aren't."

"No I'm not. She wasn't right for you. But the right one is out there for you, Drew," she said. "Trust me on this." He nodded, and squeezed her shoulder.

"Good luck today, SuperFreak," he said. "Call me." She nodded, and he walked down the street. She smiled, quite happy that they had sorted things out, and went upstairs to prepare to give one of the best presentations of her life.

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Drew got home, and Sam was on the couch, seething.

"What the hell happened!" she demanded. "The cashier said you were there with her, but you left! You ruined it!"

"Yeah yeah yeah," he said, walking into his bedroom.

"Well why did you leave? We almost had them! Now Hyde hates me and you lost the woman you still care about!"

"That may be true, but I realized something today," he said, throwing things in her suitcase. "I care about her too much to devastate her. I let her go because I care. And though I wouldn't expect you to get this quote, I'm an intellectual, damn it! 'Tis a far far better thing that I do, than I have ever done'. Tale of Two FREAKIN' Cities!" He threw her bag in her arms.

"Besides, I didn't lose her completely, because she is willing to accept me as a friend, and I can settle for that because she was one of the best friends I've ever had," he continued. "Now. I'm taking my room back, I'm taking my apartment back, and we're getting you a hotel." She glared at him, and he smiled triumphantly.

"You're a backstabbing jerk," she said.

"Aren't we all?" he asked, and escorted her out of his apartment.

A/N: See? He wasn't so bad after all! One more chapter and then it's over. :cries: I really liked writing this.