A/N2: Wow, I think I hear an echo in here. Yeah, we expected that. According to our reviews, half of you left us, but it's cool because you know what that means: Half of you stayed. Yay! Y'all really trust us and we love you for it. If you're reading this, it means you actually returned after a Donna/Hyde sex scene, a very disturbing scene, we agree. It grossed us out too, but it was absolutely necessary for the story to continue. We're sorry people left, but what could we do, they didn't trust us and it's a shame, too, because the worst of it's over, phew, and now we're heading full speed toward that happy ending. You know when you've ridden a really crazy roller-coaster and it finally pulls to a stop and your hair is all over the place and your adrenaline's pumping but you just can't stop smiling and laughing, you know that high? Well, that's our ending (hopefully you'll agree), and we hope you'll be there to enjoy the fruits of your "having to watch H/D do it" labor. As for this chapter, you guys were correct—payback is a bitch.

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Previously:

Kelso bolted from the room and headed for his cruiser, his heart racing with anticipation. How the hell was he going to tell them all—Hyde, Donna , Fez, the Forman's, random people at the Hub—about the biggest, most well-kept, secret in the history of Point Place?: Skinny, twitchy Eric Forman was living a double life, moonlighting as both a stud and a psychopath—he had fooled them all.

Money

"Steven," Jackie's voice rang out in his small bedroom, and Hyde took in the scene in front of him: Jackie and himself arguing right after he found her with Kasey. Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin was pale, and her whole body was shaking. His counterpart only glared at her where she stood leaning against the "High St." wall. "Baby," she moaned, sounding much sicker than he remembered. "Baby, I don't feel good." Hyde watched in horror as the scene unfolded…he had ignored her words, failed to notice how sick she was. She whimpered pathetically against the wall, and it was obvious that she was very ill, but in his anger, he had failed to notice.

"Steven, please." She walked towards him, her bare feet shuffling slowly along the floor as she spoke in broken whimpers. "Please talk to me. I don't…I don't understand what just happened, baby." Hyde watched as Jackie wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her nearly limp body against him only to be pushed away by her unfeeling fiancé. He stared in horror as his counterpart glared at her murderously, her sad whimpers and tears not remotely penetrating his shell.

Jackie faded before his eyes and he found himself back in the motel room, standing at the door as he watched himself guiding the stripper's head over him. Jackie was curled in a chair, her eyes still puffy from crying and whatever drug Kasey had slipped in her drink, clearly in another world. Hyde stared at his unfeeling, angry counterpart and wondered how he had managed to ignore that something had been so wrong with Jackie. Disgusted with himself, he walked across the room to kneel down next to the crying girl.

"Jackie," he whispered, running a hand through her hair.

"It hurts so much," she moaned, looking him in the eye sadly before curling into a tight ball. He couldn't tell whether she was talking about her head or the sight before her.

"Jackie, I'm so sorry," he begged her forgiveness as he rubbed her back.

"I know, Steven, just please make it stop…please…" Her whisper was too quiet to carry across the room; it was meant only for him. Determined to make her feel better, he tried to get up, to stop the horrible mistake he had made by being with that stripper, but his legs were glued to the ground.

"Jackie, I can't baby," he said, struggling to move. "I can't change it."

"I love you, Steven," she called out before her face and voice slowly faded away…

Hyde jumped up from the basement couch that he had been sleeping on, and he stared hard at the washer and drier before registering his surroundings. Just another dream…but God, the more he thought about it the more he was positive that Jackie had been acting strangely that night.

"That's not Eric! That's Hyde!" Kelso's voice cut through Hyde's thoughts, and he turned around to see Kelso in his cop uniform, Fez, and a familiar blonde woman staring at him while 'Money' by Pink Floyd played in the background.

"I don't care what his name is, I'm telling you, that's the guy!" Candie's voice grated his nerves, and he couldn't do anything but stare open mouthed at his friends as they talked about him.

"Well, was he with Jackie?" Kelso asked, not understanding why Candie rolled her eyes.

"How am I supposed to know, Michael? He called her Jackie, but apparently your friends like to go to by different names."

"Oh, I have a picture," Fez smiled and pulled out his wallet, flipping through several photos to produce one of Jackie, dressed in her cheerleader uniform. "I also have one of her in a blue bikini," he offered, handing over the photo to Candie.

"Yeah, that was her. She was crying and stuff; he was really angry because she slept with his best friend." Hearing her talk about Jackie finally snapped Hyde out of his stupor.

"She didn't sleep with my fucking best friend; you don't know what you're talking about!" He growled at the woman before turning to Kelso angrily. "What the FUCK is she doing here?!" Hers was one face he would have been happy to never see again.

Kelso and Candie whispered quietly to each other for a minute before Candie headed for the back door, shooting a dirty look at Hyde. Watching her as she left, Kelso smiled widely before turning to Hyde.

"I think I love her, man!" he sighed.

"No you do not," Fez chimed in from behind him, shaking his head.

"Yeah, you're right, I don't…but she sure is hot! Almost as hot as Jackie. Her ass, though…she's got nothing on the way Jackie looks in this uniform…" Kelso looked down at Fez's picture of Jackie, still clutched in his right hand as Hyde reached forward and frogged his friend hard. "Damn, Hyde! That hurt!" As Kelso rubbed his right arm, Hyde grabbed the photo from his limp hand, shoving it in his back pocket. Fez winced at the sight of his picture being crumpled, but didn't object as he had plenty more pictures where that one came from.

The pain in Kelso's arm seemed to jar his brain, though, and he turned accusatory eyes on Hyde.

"So, speaking of Jackie, HYDE," he narrowed his eyes but lowered his voice. "Did you think it was alright to be in a motel room with Jackie and a stripper on Friday night?"

"Kelso, you don't understand…Jackie, she…" Hyde ran a hand over his face, wanting more than anything not to get into this conversation. "I'm not talking about this with you." He started to turn away, but Kelso's serious voice stopped him.

"Jackie what, Hyde? What did Jackie do? Because I think I know what you did to Jackie!" Hyde looked at him with surprise, but refused to answer the question.

"She slept with his best friend," an obnoxious voice broke the moment of silence; no one had noticed Candie come in through the door clutching a small toy.

"She didn't sleep with my best friend, you stupid bitch!" Hyde yelled at her before turning to Kelso. "Your asshole brother drugged her and I found them…"

"Hmph," Candie rolled her eyes, "your girlfriend turns into a slut, so of course she had to be drugged." Hyde bristled at her sarcasm, but it was Fez who responded.

"Donna saw it, it happened," Fez told Kelso before turning to stick his tongue out at Candie. She may have been hot, but he wasn't going to warm up to a stripper who was badmouthing his Jackie just because she had nice boobs.

"Kasey wouldn't do that!" Kelso shouted, refusing to believe that even Kasey, who was usually up to no good, would sink so low.

"No, Kelso, Donna really saw it happen," Fez said sadly, "I heard her say it before she and Hyde left." Kelso's eyes saddened with the truth of the statement, but it only fueled his determination to find Jackie; the more he thought about it, the more he was sure that she was hurt or in trouble.

"So, I bet that made you pretty mad huh?" He asked his friend, his eyes narrowing with anger. "I bet you were really pissed off at Jackie…what do you think you might do to someone if you were that pissed?" Hyde was about to respond, but Kelso grabbed Fluffycakes from Candie's hand and held it up for Hyde to see. It was dirty, wrinkled, and on the back leg…

Hyde's face blanched as he saw the toy Jackie had clutched less than two days ago stained with blood. Wracking his brain for exactly what had occurred that night, he knew there was a reason that he felt so guilty…but what did he have to be guilty about? He was mad that night, but he wouldn't have… Kelso cut off his thoughts with a quiet question that had been working through Hyde's mind for two days.

"Where is she, Hyde?"

"I don't know…" Hyde responded, his voice far away as he dredged through his memories. "I mean, she's with Pam but I don't know where."

"You keep saying that," Kelso began, "but I ran into Bob at the Piggly Wiggly earlier, and Pam came back from Chicago yesterday, Hyde, and I'm pretty sure she hasn't seen Jackie."

"All I know is that she was going to be with Pam, Kelso," he sighed, rapidly losing his patience.

Kelso was struck with a bright idea. "I'm going to go talk to Pam and see if she knows anything about this little trip you say Jackie took." Pausing, he tapped on his night stick and walked around his friend, drawing on his interrogation training. "Yup…She'll probably have some really good evidence, you know… Is there anything you want to confess?"

"Kelso…" Hyde rolled his eyes.

"Confess!!" Kelso screamed right in his face, earning him a hard shove from Hyde.

"Would you stop it with this shit?" Hyde yelled as Kelso picked himself up off the floor. "Get the hell out, and take that whore with you!" Kelso tossed Fluffycakes on the couch and grabbed Candie's hand as he walked away.

"Michael, shouldn't you keep the evidence safe?" Candie asked, referring to Fluffycakes. He paused on the stairs to look at her.

"No, baby, that's not evidence…it's a unicorn!" Rolling his eyes her, he continued out of the basement, pulling her along behind him.

"Hyde," Fez began, worried for his friend. Hyde just grabbed Fluffycakes and walked back to his bedroom.

"Not now, Fez." His words were distracted, his mind obviously in a different place. Shrugging his shoulders, Fez flopped back on the couch to watch television, deciding he should give Hyde time alone.

Closing his door behind him, Hyde walked over to the cage housing Miss Z and pulled his rabbit out. Lying back on the bed, he set the bunny on his chest and closed his eyes, digging for memories of the moments before Jackie left him. He had been holding Fluffycakes, standing over her huddled form as he pushed her against a door. And then…

Everything seemed hazy until waking up on the floor of the wrecked motel room the next morning; he couldn't even remember Jackie telling him that she was going to live with Pam. He could barely picture her face as he sat on the bed, trying to conjure any memory of her at all. His blank memory scared him, so Hyde opened his eyes again and stared down at his bunny.

"I really fucked everything up, didn't I?" Miss Z just stared at him, but Hyde knew the answer was 'yes.' With a loud sigh, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out Fez's picture of Jackie, staring wistfully at the image of the girl he loved in her uniform. When the bunny nibbled gently on the edge of the photo, Hyde turned it so she could see, too.

"You miss Jackie, don't you?" he asked, looking at the bunny's twitching face, still wearing the remnants of the makeup Jackie had applied. A slight head movement was accepted as a 'yes' while Hyde stroked Miss Z's soft fur. "I do, too," he confided.

The picture of Jackie smiling widely in her green and white uniform dredged up the memory of the night after the Christmas dance, just five short months ago when everything had been so good…

Jackie pulled Steven up off the couch where they had been cuddling quietly and led him to his small, dimly lit room.

"I made a special cheer just to thank you for going to the dance with me," she smiled, knowing that he would roll his eyes even as he watched her every move.

"That one out there wasn't special?" he teased, watching her blush a little and wondering what had her so flustered. His smile fell, though, as Jackie slid her top over her head and then shrugged her bra off. "Jackie," he groaned, pulling off his own shirt and reaching for her as she stood before him topless.

Jackie gently pushed Hyde backwards and smiled mischievously as he landed back on his cot. "No, baby, just watch," she said, taking her cheer's ready position: hands on hips. "You ready?" she asked him, winking.

Hyde nodded dumbly, never taking his eyes off her perky, bare breasts.

"Okay!" She began with High V, "S — S-T — S-T-E-V-E-N, Yeah, That's right! It's he, who's hot and makes me so ha-ppy!"

"Jackie," Hyde's voice stopped her, and she looked at him expectantly. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to reign in his need to just grab her and take her on the bed, before he continued. "It's a really great cheer baby," he said sincerely, the obvious erection at the view of her bouncing breasts as she clapped her hands and kicked high in the air proved that he told the truth. The only disappointment was the sight of black cheer briefs underneath the skirt. "But there's one thing that would make it…awesome."

At his leering stare, Jackie knew exactly what he had in mind. Giggling slightly, she reached under her skirt and pulled off her cheer briefs, tossing the cotton into Hyde lap and smiling before returning to her cheer.

"J — J-A — J-A-C-K-I-E, Yeah, Uh, huh! I'm she, who's gonna let you score with me!"

"S-C-O-R-E Score, Steven, Score! Whoo! Whoo! Go, Steven!!" She kicked in the air, giving him a perfect view of everything below her skirt before flipping her skirt one last time and jumping over to his lap, straddling him in the dim light.

She nipped lightly at his lips, giggling at the feeling of his hands sliding over her body.

"Thanks for coming tonight, baby," she smiled brightly at him, letting him know how much she meant it. The words were a pleasant surprise, and he felt butterflies fill his stomach like they did every time she let him know that she appreciated him. He still wasn't sure how to respond to such open, honest emotion.

"That was a pretty good way to thank me," he whispered in her ear, covering his nervousness as he trailed his lips down her neck.

"Steven," she moaned as her bare flesh broke out in goosebumps, her nipples tightening even more as she pressed herself against him. "The dance wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked. Hyde stared at her in disbelief, clearly telling her that yes, it was so bad. "Oh, come on, you didn't enjoy being the sexiest guy there?" She laughed at his smile and the blush that painted his cheeks.

"Jackie…" His tone was warning, but it only made her laugh harder.

"Aww, did I make my little Puddin' Pop blush?" Her teasing earned her a scowl as Hyde narrowed his eyes at her, and suddenly she found herself on her back with Hyde hovering over her, one hand trapping both of her wrists over her head. His gaze swept over her half naked body before he pinned her eyes with a determined stare, and Jackie felt a stab of arousal shoot through her body, settling between her legs.

While mentally preparing herself to be ravaged, Jackie failed to notice that Hyde's free hand was slowly crawling over her exposed chest, so when she felt him dig his fingers into her ticklish side, she screamed with surprised laughter. Thrashing underneath him, Jackie tried to escape his tickling onslaught, but he had all of her limbs securely restrained to the bed, rendering her struggle pointless.

"Steven, please," she begged between gasps for breath, never ceasing her writhing.

"Please what, Jackie?" he asked innocently, silencing his laughter and slowing his tickling, instead rubbing his hand up and down her bare torso, taking in the feeling of her warm skin.

"God, Steven," she moaned as his free hand cupped each breast before sliding down her stomach and up under her skirt.

"Jesus, baby," he groaned as he found her core drenched with the evidence of her arousal. Two fingers slid inside her tight passage, massaging her gently as his mouth descended on hers, kissing her deeply while he drove her body to orgasm.

Jackie lay beneath him panting with completion while Hyde placed gentle kisses over her exposed skin, releasing her wrists and letting both of his hands explore her body.

"I want you so much, Jackie," he growled in her ear as his kisses moved over her neck. Her response was to reach her hands down and slide his belt out of his jeans before lowering the zipper and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs. A moment later, they were naked save for Jackie's cheer skirt, pushed up around her waist, and staring into each others eyes as Hyde hovered over her.

"Steven," she whispered, thrusting her hips up towards him and urging him to slowly slide his manhood into her. They moaned loudly together at the feeling of complete penetration, and Hyde dropped his forehead to her shoulder as he began to thrust. Jackie wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as his movements gained speed, quickly finding herself on the brink of another orgasm. Trying to silence the scream of pleasure bubbling up through her body, Jackie found Hyde's shoulder and bit down, sending a thrill of pain through Hyde's body that launched him immediately over the edge, exploding inside of her.

"Fuck, baby," he panted, coming down from one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experienced.

"I'm so sorry, Steven," Jackie whispered, her fingers tracing the ugly purple mark adorning his shoulder. Hyde smirked at her concern and shook his head.

"I kinda like it," he teased, looking down at the mark that served as a tangible reminder of their night. Leaning into his shoulder, Jackie kissed the mark gently.

"Merry Christmas, Puddin' Pop," she whispered to him as she curled up by his side.

"Merry Christmas, Kitten." And for the first time in what he remembered of his life, 'Merry Christmas' really meant something…

Hyde was pulled from his thoughts by a sharp rapping at the door accompanied by someone softly humming The Star Spangled Banner.

"Go away, Fez," Hyde called out, irritated at the interruption and quickly becoming pissed as Fez ignored him and entered anyway. "Fez, I told you, not now!"

Putting on his bravest, most serious face, Fez slinked further into the room. "Hyde, I am really worried about you and I just..."

"Yeah, well be worried for Jackie," Hyde interjected, nursing his own worries as he combed through Miss Z's soft fur, his features marred by torment for Fez to plainly see.

"Hyde…" With nothing but concern for his obviously distraught friend, Fez inched closer to the bed and took a seat by Hyde's feet. "Hyde, you shouldn't listen to Kelso. When he thinks he has a case to solve, he starts thinking he's Scooby Doo, especially with that uniform."

"Huh, I always saw him as Shaggy and you as Scooby," Hyde said, flatly, never taking his eyes off Miss Z.

Fez smiled. "I am Scooby, huh?" Hyde nodded sadly and Fez quickly returned to the subject at hand. "Hyde, what's the matter with you? What has been going on with you the past two days? This has been a terrible weekend, and I know that you're upset about Jackie and Kasey, but me and Kelso need you."

"Nobody needs me," Hyde corrected angrily, sitting up, his gaze now set on a startled Fez, "The one person who actually did…I discarded like trash! I called her a whore, man, when I should've been defending her!" Fez witnessed what he never thought he would, Hyde appeared weak, near tears, his usually tough veneer on the verge of collapse as he spoke.

"Hyde, Jackie will be back..."

"No, she won't!" Hyde yelled, making Miss Z scamper her startled, swollen body down his legs toward Fez, who picked her up and placed her safely on his lap. "Why would she, Fez! When she's finds out about Donna…man…" Fez watched Hyde's eyes sadden as his head slowly dropped and shook in regret. "I took it too far, man. I was…so mad, Fez. I thought…I mean, I saw her and…" Unable to verbalize his name, the word souring his tongue before it could even come out, Hyde stood up from the bed and began to pace. "Man, Fez, she was sick. She tried to tell me, and I was so pissed that I didn't bother to listen. He fucking raped her man!" Hyde wiped his eyes as they fogged his vision, his gaze back on Fez, who sat stunned.

"He did, didn't he?" The thought made Fez want to cry; why would someone do that to a woman? He couldn't even fathom it. "I can't believe that Kasey would do such a thing."

"Yeah, well, he did, and he's gonna fucking pay for it, Fez." The look in Hyde's eyes made Fez nervous, lasting only until Hyde moved briskly across the room and grabbed a green dufflebag from behind his chair. "Fez…" Hyde said calmly.

"Yes?"

"You're my friend, right?"

Fez nodded, resolute in his answer. "Of course I am."

Hyde swallowed hard and shifted his eyes to the floor as he stood sternly before Fez, his hands on his hips. "If I tell you something, man, you promise not to freak out?"

His brow furrowed, Fez hesitated before nodding. "Okay, I promise."

Gathering his thoughts, Hyde licked his lips and shifted his weight nervously. "When…um, when I said that Jackie was with Pam…" Fez gulped at Hyde's painfully long pause. "I mean, I really don't know where she is, I'm not lying about that, but…it's just, it's because I don't remember what happened that night," Hyde waited, quickly determining that Fez was remaining true to his word; he hadn't moved. So he continued, "After the stripper left, me and Jackie got into an argument and…we both said a bunch of crap and…I got really…pissed, Fez. I shoved her against the wall…" His damp eyes rose to meet Fez's. "…and then I …I grabbed that stupid unicorn and I shoved it in…in her face…" His eyes widening, Fez froze, unable to move as Hyde appeared on the verge of breakdown. "…and I can't remember anything after that. I woke up," He choked out, "the next morning in the room; there was a broken lamp and she…was just gone. I don't…I don't know what happened to her, man. Fez," Hyde let out softly, his voice subdued but scared, "I think I might be going crazy, man. I don't know what to do."

A small, nervous squeak escaped Fez's mouth as he opened it to speak. "Uh, did she leave a note or anything?" Hyde shook his head sadly. "Well, maybe she left and is just really angry at you and is not ready to come home yet. Or..." Fez's face brightened quickly, "Hey! You said that there was a broken lamp, right?" Hyde nodded, and Fez continued, obviously encouraged by the gesture. "Okay! Then she probably hit you over the head with the lamp and then…left!"

"Yeah, but…wouldn't I have a cut on my head?"

"You don't?" Fez walked hesitantly towards his friend, pushing aside curly hairs to inspect his head for damage. "No, I do not see anything, but that does not mean it didn't happen, Hyde."

Shaking his head, Hyde shrugged lamely and drew in a deep breath. "I don't know, man. What if I…what if I hurt her, Fez? What if I hit her with the lamp? What if that blood is hers?"

Fez shook his head profusely, angrily. "No! You would not hurt her, Hyde! You love her. I know you do. You can sit there and deny it all you…"

"I'm not…gonna deny it Fez."

Fez closed his eyes and nodded, impressed with his friend's candor. It was nice to hear. "Well, you would not hurt her, Hyde. I know it."

Hyde smiled weakly. "Fez?"

"Yes, my friend?"

Clutching his bag, Hyde plopped himself down in the chair across from the foreigner. "I'm gonna be leaving soon but I need to ask you a favor first."

"Wait, where are you going?"

"I don't know yet. But I can't stay here."

"Why not?"

"I don't belong here anymore, Fez. After what I did to Forman…man, I don't know what the hell I was thinking. Fuck, I wasn't thinking. Donna, man…the craziest shit, Fez—all I thought about was Jackie."

"I'm glad, Hyde. I was actually very upset with you."

"Yeah, well, not as upset as Forman's gonna be and Jackie…" Hyde shook his head, again. "I went too far, man. You know, we probably could've survived the whole mess at the motel but, fuck, not now," he said quietly, dropping his head back along the chair's high back, "I blew it, man. I betrayed her…and Forman. God, Fez, man, I'd give anything to take it back." Shutting his eyes, he could hear the subtle movements of his only remaining friend—Fez—as he stood up from the cot, carrying Miss Z.

"Hyde, what do you need me to do?" Fez asked, determined as all hell to put his basement family back together. "I'm here for you."

Sitting up, Hyde gathered his second wind. "I need you to help me find, Jackie, man. I know we're over but I can't leave until I know she's safe. Will you do that? Will you help me?"

"Of course I will, Hyde. I love Jackie."

"I know you do, man," Hyde said, nodding. "Hey, Fez? You wanna hear something strange, man?"

"Always."

"I miss her," Hyde said sincerely, "a lot."

"Well, of course you do; she's Jackie. What's so strange about that?"

"No, I mean really miss her, like…I feel like she's been gone forever, you know." Hyde sighed loudly. "I feel like I'm going insane, man…I can't picture her face and she's only been gone for two days. But it feels like she's been gone for a month."

Fez perked up. "Oh, well here," he offered, pulling out his wallet and grabbing yet another photo of Jackie, this time in a floral dress, posing on the Forman's driveway. Giving it a quick glance, Fez smiled and handed it over to Hyde. "You can borrow it for a little while."

Hyde grimaced. "Man, why do you have so many pictures of my girlfriend?"

"She was my goddess before she was your girlfriend!" Fez spat.

"Fine. Whatever, man. Just come on," Hyde said, sliding the photo into his back pocket as he stood. Dropping his duffel bag, he headed straight for his dresser and got to his knees, blindly reaching underneath for something. A moment later, Hyde pulled out a wooden baseball bat and got to his feet. "I got something I gotta do first, and then we go find Jackie."

Fez gulped several times as he set Miss Z back on her blanket in her cage. "What do you need a bat for?"

"Batting practice," Hyde answered, grinning, "let's go."

Pinciotti Residence – 8:04 pm

Kelso swaggered back and forth for several minutes, never uttering a single word as Pam, Candie and Bob all sat on the couch, watching in confusion as they followed his every move.

"Alright," he finally began, addressing Pam, "so you haven't seen Jackie?"

Everyone let out a huff and a sigh as they collapsed back on the couch. "Oh my God, Michael! She already said 'No' like six times! She hasn't seen her!" Candie snapped, dropping her head in her hands. "How is this town still standing?" Shaking his head in near disgust, Bob shrugged his reply.

"How is he still standing?" he shot back. Candie simply shook her head, too; she had no clue, and apparently neither did Kelso.

"What?" Kelso asked, innocently. "I was taught at the academy to be thorough!" Candie stood to meet him.

"Look. Michael. I know you're trying to be professional, and I actually think it's really cute, but you need to face it—your friend, Eric..."

"Hyde."

"Whatever. Hyde. I think you need to face the fact that he did something to her. He was the last one with her before she disappeared and I already told you, he was looking to hurt her that night. I could feel it; he was SO tense, so angry with her. You need to report this."

Listening intently to the blond, Pam stood up, her brow furrowed in concern. "Wait a minute? Are you telling me that that trashy boy might have hurt my little girl?" She turned to Bob. "Bob, what are you gonna do about this?"

"Who me?"

"Yes, you, baby. My little girl is missing and that dirty orphan boy had something to do with it; I just know it!" She scooted close to him and swept her hands down his chest seductively. "So what are you gonna do about it?"

"But Pammy, I need to find Donna. My little girl was left at the altar and now she's nowhere to be found. She's probably devastated, Pookie Bear," he cooed.

Pam rolled her eyes. "Don't you think I already know that? I came all the way back here for her wedding, obviously a waste of time," she added, smiling at Candie. "God knows it's hard to marry off a girl who wears as much flannel as Donna."

Raising her eyebrows, Candie stepped around Kelso. "Wait, Donna?" A thought occurred to her as she spun around to lock eyes with Kelso. "Didn't the short guy with the weird accent say that Er…Hyde was the last person to see her, too?"

"Yeah." Kelso's jaw dropped. "That's right! He was!" Drawing on the strength of the men in blue before him, Kelso took the lead, once again. "Bob! Take me to Donna's room."

"You know where it is," Bob stated simply.

Kelso rolled his eyes. "Fine!" he huffed, storming off towards the red head's room, closely followed by Pam, Bob and then Candie. Upon entering the room, Officer Kelso's eye zoned in on the first obvious clue. "Ah-ha! Panties!"

"Gimme that!" Bob ordered, snagging his daughter's panties from Kelso's grip. "What kind of a cop are you, grabbing a young lady's panties?"

"A damn good one, Bob," Kelso replied seriously.

"Hey, Michael. Don't you think it's strange for someone to have a toaster in their room?" Candie asked, picking up the silver appliance off the floor. "It's dented, too."

"Oh, cool. I need a toaster!" Kelso exclaimed happily.

On the verge of tears, Bob carefully took the toaster from Candie. "May I?" She nodded as Donna's father studied the strange dent. "My baby girl," he cried out. "She would never hurt this toaster. She loves this thing." Candie made a face, grimacing at Kelso.

"A toaster?"

"It reminds her of that bride-abandoning jerk!" Bob explained, letting his tears fall. "Something's wrong! My baby needs me!"

Pam placed her hand over her mouth. "It was him, that, that white-trash boy Jackie was seeing! I'll bet he has something to do with this," she offered, nodding her head. "Yeah, cause he's poor and poor people are just bad."

Bob nodded. "That is true and he was the last person to see Donna and Jackie."

Oh my God," Kelso shouted, "I think I know what happened…Hyde killed Jackie and Donna!" Then Kelso gasped, his mouth hung open in pure astonishment. "And Eric!"

Candie looked confused. "Wait, there really is an Eric?"

"Oh yeah," Bob interrupted, nodding his head, "That's the jerk that abandoned my little girl at the altar."

"Oh my God," Candie continued, her lips stretching into a big smile. She turned to Kelso. "Michael, I think you've got your first murder case, baby!"

His face lighting up like a child's, Kelso pumped his fist, showing his excitement. "Yes! No, wait." His face fell, "No. That would mean that my friends are dead." The room fell into an ominous silence until Pam turned to leave Donna's room, heading straight for the chrome bar downstairs.

"I need a drink. It keeps me from frowning and my skin can't handle that right now," she huffed.

Kelso followed. "I'm with ya, sister."

"Michael!" Candie called, "You're on duty!"

"Damn it!"

Sunday May 21, 1979 - 8:41 pm

Chubby's Strip Club

"So, uh, what do you say me and you go check out my Trans Am?" Kasey asked, grinning charmingly at a young brunette as she used her tongue to cap her straw, sipping alluringly on her Pina Colada.

The girl smiled, giggling slightly at the handsome bartender. "Sure. But I gotta let my friends know."

"No problem," he replied. "Just don't be too long." As the girl sauntered away from the bar, Kasey Kelso turned his back on the club and grabbed the trash, quickly moving the large bag to the alley dumpster. After tossing it in, he smiled to himself and turned around, ready to head back inside when he was abruptly introduced to Steven Hyde's fist.

To Be Continued…

A/N2: Well, if anybody's still out there, we would really appreciate a review. Your thoughts are forever appreciated. And remember, reviews are better than naked Hyde defending the woman he loves. Thank you.