A/N Sorry about the wait. hope you enjoy. chapter 5 will be up in the next couple weeks. hopefully sooner if I can get the time away to write. and please, please leave a review. I've never done a t7s fic or anything in the supernatural realm before, so I'm really needing some feedback.

Chapter 4: Sight

Out of all the ways Hyde had imagined their reunion to go, he had not expected this. Not at all. Although he would never say it to her face, his Jackie looked like hell reheated (which is so much worse the regular hell). She was sleeping on her cot, her hair a tangled mess, makeup was smudged all over her face, and dark circles had taken residence under her eyes.

Gingerly, he sat down on the edge of the cot, taking in the sight of her. Even when she looked like hell (reheated), she still looked like a goddess, and he wanted to kick his own ass for bringing her to this. He was so amazed at how much she was affected by him. He couldn't understand anyone, let alone her, caring this much about him.

Gently he attempted to shake her awake, but she seemed to be having some sort of nightmare. She was clearly distressed and kept turning away from him and kicking out, becoming a tangled mess of sheets, pillows, hair, and night gown. A very short night gown. Oh, how he'd love to just rip that off her and…

"No, Steven, don't!" she screamed out in a panic before sitting straight up, panting heavily, and trying hastily to get the hair off her face.

With wild, frightened, doe eyes, she turned to him, confusion clouding her delicate features. Quickly her memory returned and she scrambled as far away from him as she could get on the small cot, untangling the sheet and allowing her night gown to ride up even more in the process. She patted down her hair and rubbed her eyes, trying in vain to look somewhat presentable. Hyde's gaze was drawn to the now more exposed thigh until she spoke.

"Wha-?" she started with a hoarse voice. Clearing her throat she continued, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you," he replied softly, slowly scooting toward her.

"Well, it's a little late for that!" She shouted as she stood up in a huff. "I wanted to talk in Chicago, Steven! But where did you go? Oh, that's right! You left!"

"You left first!" He shouted right back, also standing.

"Oh, just frigging grow up already!" she exclaimed, looking for something to put on, so she didn't have to look at him.

"Do you have any idea how much that hurt me, Jacks?" his voice soft and filled with pain.

"Do you have any idea how much you always hurt me?" she countered, turning back to him with fire in her eyes. "Do you know how much it hurts to love someone so much, who never loved you back?"

The tears pooling in her eyes made them sparkle like gems, and Hyde immediately sprung into action. He darted over to her, taking the jeans out of her hands and wrapping his arms firmly around her waist. She stood stiff and unmoving in his arms, tears silently trailing down her cheeks.

His head sought out the crook in her neck, buried itself in her hair, and inhaled deep. His hair quickly grew wet from her tears, but it was soon forgotten. He kissed every bit of available skin as his hands ran all over her back. He couldn't believe he was holding her. He never thought he would get the chance to do so again.

In between kisses he mumbled, "I love you. I do. I always have. I love you so much, and I am so sorry for everything I've ever done to hurt you."

She softened, wrapping her arms around him. When she began to return his kisses, tears sprang out of his eyes, thinking of how he was going to lose her.

"I'm so sorry," he said, grabbing her face and forcing her to look into his eyes.

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you." He kissed her desperately, as if it was the last time. "I'm sorry about every hurtful thing I've ever said or done."

She tried to silence him with a kiss, but he pulled away saying, "I need you to know this. I need you to know how sorry I am about the nurse and Raquel, and about leaving. I'm sorry for not telling you how I felt, and I'm so so sorry about Sam. I never meant to-"

Jackie pulled away as quickly as possible and screeched out, "Who the hell is Sam?"

Crap.