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The Night in Question

March 15, 1980

Point Place Wisconsin

Damnit. Jackie was angry. She and Fez had had another argument about their sex life, and she just wasn't sure how much more she could take. Every time they tried to get intimate, she felt sick to her stomach. After that afternoon's encounter, she had to admit that just maybe Fez wasn't her perfect guy.

Not that she didn't enjoy spending time with him. They had fun. Shoe shopping, candy shopping, he even watched her girly movies. But those attributes only seemed to be a part of the problem. She just couldn't get turned on by a candy eating shoe-shopping partner. Something was going to have to change

Angrily she stomped into the basement, hoping to find Donna. Her best friend was supposed to be visiting the Forman's for spring break from UW. But a quick sweep of the basement let her know that there was no one there but her degenerate ex boyfriend.

Though the two of them were some what civil with each other, she knew that she couldn't tell him about Fez, he would only laugh at her and make her feel worse. She determined that she would just have to wait for Donna, so she threw herself onto the couch to watch TV to pass the time.

Hyde watched her in mild amusement. When she had come through the door, he knew she was debating whether or not it was worth it to wait for some one else to join them. He knew she didn't like to be alone with him, but he secretly relished in their time spent together, and so was happy when she decided to stay.

"So…you're staying then?" He asked snarkily. She tossed him a look of pure loathing and he put up his hands in defeat. "I was just asking, jeeze. Calm down, princess." They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Jackie embarked on one of, what Hyde liked to refer to as, her 'sighing fits'. She sighed quietly, counted to ten, and then sighed again, this time slightly louder. She would carry on like this until some one finally got so annoyed they asked her what was wrong. She knew he would take the bait; it was just a matter of how long she would have to wait. Finally, he couldn't take it any more.

"Jackie" he said through gritted teeth, "is something wrong?" She looked at him with eyes so full of hate it made him flinch.

"Yes, something is wrong. Everything is wrong." A single tear slid down her face, and she stood up, ready to walk out of the basement. She had wanted him to ask, but now that he had she didn't think she could tell him her problems. Something made him stand up, too, and in two steps he closed the distance between them. He spun her around so he could see her face.

"Jackie…if you need to talk about it…" She was almost grateful, he could see it floating in her eyes, but then she turned cold and pushed his hands away with unadulterated malice.

"What the hell do you care, Hyde?" The venom she used when she spit out his name was like a slap to his face. For a minute he felt as though he couldn't breathe. He was going to tell her that he did care, that he would always care, but she continued before he could start.

"Don't pretend like you give a damn about me, or my problems with Fez. I know you…you're just looking for a way to burn me. Don't worry I think the ultimate burn was bringing home a stripper-wife, and you've already done that, so congratulations." He winced at the pain in her words. Even worse, he knew that it was his fault that she felt that pain. He tried to remain cool, though he was starting to get angry with her unprovoked accusations.

"Look, Jackie. Both of us made mistakes, ok? I would have never gone to Vegas if you hadn't been a hotel room with Kelso! So quite acting like this is all my fault!" She stepped closer to him so that her face was inches from his, and she spoke her next words in a whisper.

"I wouldn't have gone to Chicago, if you hadn't said 'have a nice trip', because let me tell you that's every girl's dream, to hear those words out of the mouth of the man she loves rather than 'yes Jackie, I love you and want to be with you', have a nice trip was a great choice." Hyde couldn't help it. He was getting angrier by the second, and he just wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her. He looked down into the brunette's face.

"Well I wouldn't have said that if you weren't trying to trap me into marriage by lying to me about leaving town, Jackie. And contrary to popular belief, you aren't all that innocent, now are you? You did kiss Kelso in Chicago!" She stepped back as though he had slapped her, and then she spoke quietly,

"How did you know…" he looked at her, anger all over his features, and once again closed the gap between them.

"He told me, Jackie, he's a good friend." She shuddered, but then looked at him with fire in her eyes once more. She stepped back from him, so she could think with out the smell of him invading her senses.

"I'm sorry, that I kissed Kelso. I really am. But we weren't together, and I didn't think you wanted me." She looked down as she spoke the next words. "But you had sex with someone when I had done nothing, but be a good friend to Kelso, a trait you seem to value in Kelso but not in me." She looked at him again; this time tears sliding down her cheeks. "And I forgave you." A part of him softened at this. She had forgiven him, and he remembered clearly the pain that he had felt the day he had seen the look on her face, when she found out he cheated on her. Then he remembered something else, and he stepped towards her again.

"Ya but you made me jump through hoops for you, you made me compete with Kelso…and you said you didn't love me." The last six words were almost a whisper. She looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes. She was now positioned between him in the wall; she couldn't back up any further.

"Steven…I'm sorry that I couldn't decide between you and Kelso. I was afraid of my feelings for you…I was afraid that I needed you more than you needed me. You never made me feel like you needed me…but" she sobbed softly and he absentmindedly reached out to wipe the tears away that were coursing down her cheeks "Steven…I always loved you…even now, after everything…I love you still." She reached for the doorknob, but before she could open it, he had picked her up and slammed her against he wall, his mouth desperately seeking solace in hers.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and returned his kiss just as passionately. Her tears were now all over his face as well. All he could think were the words she still loves me. He pulled away from her kiss to look into her eyes.

"Jackie…I should have told you everyday, baby…I need you…I need you." With that she pulled him closer and he turned from the wall and carried her to his room.