A/N: ok so I hate adding original characters...it makes me nervous. But What do you think about Liz? I wanted an angel character that Hyde could relate to and that would be fun to write, and, well, she was what happened.

Chapter 1

After a fitful sleep, Hyde woke up, except he wasn't on his cot. Hell, he wasn't even in the basement. Or Point Place for that matter. As his awareness returned, he realized that he was back in Las Vegas, and he wasn't alone. Sam was sleeping next to him.

"What the-"

"Shhh. Don't wake her up." A quiet voice called from the doorway.

Hyde turned to the doorway, noticing for the first time a beautiful, young girl. "Who are you? What's going on? Why am I here?"

"Calm down. Give me a second. This is my first time doing anything like this." Flustered, the girl ran a shaky hand through her short brown hair before continuing, "Ok, so, I'm Liz, and you're Steven."

"Don't call me that," Hyde said in a low tone, she was the only girl who could call him that. And he would never hear her say it ever again.

"Oh, right. Jackie." The girl laughed uncomfortably. "I should've known."

"What do you know about Jackie?" His voice was deep with emotion. If she had anything to do with her death that night…

Hyde sat straight up, climbing out of bed to approach the teenager.

"Well, I know you were a jerk to her before she died," Liz said, crossing her arms.

"I just…" Hyde trailed off, his eyes glazing over. "I'm a jackass. I lost her. I, I,-"

"Maybe I should explain to you why I'm here," she said, touching his arm gently, hoping to stave off the onslaught of tears-she wasn't good with tears. She glanced at the bed. "I'm sure she won't be missing us. Let's go get a beer. I haven't had a good beer in decades."

"Decades?" Hyde was skeptical. "You're like what? 16? I think you've smoked some crazy shit."

"It's not polite to ask a girl her age," she said, and as an after thought added, "Dilhole."

She snapped her fingers, and they were immediately transported to a nearly deserted bar with a beer in front of each of them. Straightening her Led Zeppelin T-shirt, she said, "Sorry. Sometimes the trip can be a little rough for first timers."

"What did I do last night?" Hyde asked, opening his beer. He wasn't one to turn down free beer, no matter what the circumstances. Plus, he was pretty sure had lost his mind, so he figured he might as well be drunk, too.

"Well, if you would just shut your pile hole for all of two seconds, you'll know what's going on." Liz grew very solemn. "In five days, Jackie will die. You have five days to prove to her you love her. If at any point in time you prevent her death from occurring, everything will go back as it was, and Jackie will die, thinking you never loved her. That horrible night that you can't stop thinking about will be her last memory."

"She's, Jackie's alive?" Hyde asked, holding on to the bit of hope that this was real.

"Hello?" she asked, hitting his head. "Is anybody listening in there? I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime here. Not many people get this chance."

"Why me?" he asked softly, slamming the rest of his beer. "I don't deserve it."

"You're right. You don't, but Jackie does," Liz said firmly. "Do you understand what you're doing? You're going to have to watch her die again. Can you handle that?"

"But, she'll know I love her right?"

"If you can prove it to her."

"Ok, I'll do it."

Liz clapped her hands. "Ok, good. Now I know I'm not supposed to help you any more, but…" She shrugged, straightened the wrinkles out of her short, tight, black skirt, saying, "Close your eyes."

Hyde promptly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was back in the basement, and Liz was no where to be seen. He did however hear her voice. "Five days, Hyde, that's all you get."

"Where's Jackie?" Hyde called out, glancing around. "Isn't she still in Chicago?"

"Jesus Christ!" Liz appeared, exasperated. "Do I have to do everything?"

With a deep sigh, she scrunched her face up, deep in concentration. "Ok, she's having the sudden urge to drive back right now, instead of in a day or two."

"Why can't you just zap her here, or whatever it was that you just did to us?"

"Because Jackie would freak out, and as much as I love her and want to help. I really don't want to hear that voice. Don't worry she'll be here in a couple hours."

"Thanks, man."

"Man? I have no idea why we're wasting a miracle on you. You're hopeless. I have no idea what Jackie sees in you," Liz complained disappearing once again. "Don't screw this up. I'll be watching you."

"That's what angels are like?"

"Only the cool ones…" Her voice drifted, as if from far away. "Good night."

Hyde flopped down on his cot. A smile on his face for the first time since he returned from Chicago. He had five days with his girl. His smile faded briefly as his eyes clenched shut, thinking of losing her again.

With grim determination, he opened his eyes again. These next five days were going to be the best five days of Jackie's life. And her last.