A/N: Here's part 2! Enjoy!

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10 Years Later….

Jackie was going back to the one place she promised herself she would never step foot in again: Point Place. It had been ten long years and she was long over what happened but just the idea of being back in Wisconsin was making her uneasy.

She had forgiven Steven Hyde a long time ago but she would never forget. How could she forget something that changed her life forever? If he hadn't broken her heart she wouldn't have left. If she hadn't left, she never would have gone to college – her eighteen year old self was more than happy letting a man take care of her – and if she hadn't gone to college, she never would have found herself. So yes, in a lot of ways she was grateful to him.

She had a job she loved, great friends, an amazing apartment in one of the biggest cites in the world – she was happy.

But she missed her friends. Her home.

Other than Donna, she rarely talked to anyone from the old gang. In the beginning it was just too hard and then when it wasn't, it was too late. Everyone had moved on. She thought of them often but like them her life had gone on.

She did, however stay in touch with Mrs. Forman. They talked at least twice a month and Kitty was always sending her letters. She and Donna kept her caught up on what was going on in their lives.

"Excuse me Miss."

Jackie glances up and sees the stewardess looking at her. "Would you like a drink?" she asks.

She shakes her head, "Umm, no…no thank you." They didn't serve alcohol on these flights and she found herself wishing they did – anything to help take the edge off. She couldn't remember the last time she was this nervous.

Kitty was sure to be throwing a party, even though the older woman had promised not too but Jackie knew her too well to think otherwise…Mrs. Forman could never resist a party.

It wasn't that Jackie minded seeing everyone again; she was excited about that part. She just…she just wasn't ready to see him yet. Yes, she had forgiven him. Yes, she was over him. But her last night in Point Place had ended on a horrible note and it was bound to be weird.

Besides knowing Steven he probably didn't even want to see her.

He had made no attempt to contact her in the last 10 years, not even after Sam left. Donna had told her a few months after she moved to New York, Steven had asked his wife to leave.

She smiled at the thought of the slutty whore being thrown out on her ass.

For years, she had held out hope that he was going to come find her or do something but he never did…it was like she never meant anything to him. And that stung, more than she would have liked it to.

Oh God, she was in so much trouble.

Red was supposed to be here at 3:30 and that was 15 minutes ago. Jackie tried to call but there was no answer at the house. Maybe she should just take a cab to the Foreman's, they obviously weren't coming. Something must have come up.

Walking to the sliding doors she tries to get one the attendant's attention but it wasn't easy with her three bags dragging behind her. She always did over pack. It was a part of her charm she liked to tell herself.

"Next time Jackie, try not to pack your whole closet."

No way would Red send him to pick her up, he never gotten over his short-lived marriage to his only daughter. Turning around she comes face to face with Fez. A huge smile lights up her and she drops her bags and jumps into the foreigner's familiar arms. "Oh my God Fez, I'm missed you so much." He had always been a good friend, a little horny and definitely creepy but a friend nonetheless. "Goodness, I've miss you," she tells him again, still in his arms.

"Me too, my Goddess."

She laughs at the old nickname. "Fezzy, dude I'm not a Goddess anymore – I'm way too old."

"29 is not old Jackie," he tells her, putting her down. "You look good, Jackie…real good."

"You too Fez," she laughs.

"Thanks," he reaches for her bags and to Jackie's surprise doesn't even break a sweat. "The car is this way."

She nods, "Okay I'm following you."

"So," he starts, looking back at Jackie. "How's New York?"

"God I love it there Fez," she tells him, jumping in excitement. "The people there are so different from here and the culture…you wouldn't believe some of the things I've done and seen. And my job is just amazing."

He laughs.

"Just what is that you do?"

"Well have you ever heard of Robert Palmer or say Madonna?" she asks, catching up to him.

"Duh Jackie," he tells her, while switching her luggage from one shoulder to the other. "I love Ms. Madonna. She gives Fez needs."

She laughs, of course she does. "I write most of their songs and I just finished working with Taylor Swift. She's young but so freaking talented."

"Wow," he says, surprised. He never knew she liked writing music. "How did that happen?"

She shrugs. "Just kind of fell into it I guess." That was partially right but the truth was, writing songs was therapeutic and helped her sort out her feelings for Steven but that was something she had no intention of admitting. "Anyways you would really like Taylor, she's amazing."

"She is hot?" he asks, imagining what the singer might look like. "Would she give Fez needs?"

"Everyone gives you needs," she groans, stopping in front of what she guessed was Fez's car. "She's only 18 Fez, definitely too young for you and well…well you're a foreigner. She's too good for you."

"Good day then!" he says, popping the truck.

"But Fez…"

"I said good day!"

Jackie breaks out in giggles and a few seconds later Fez is laughing too. "Goodness I miss this," Jackie says after they both catch their breath.

Fez nods, "Me too."

"Oh my goodness, I'm so glad you're finally home," Kitty cries, pulling Jackie into her arms. "Sweetie I have missed you so much."

Jackie laughs. "Mrs. Foreman I've missed you too," she tells her, returning the hug. "It feels good to be back."

"I can't believe you're finally here!" she says, still holding tight.

"Kitty let the girl go," Red says, stepping in between the two woman and bring Jackie in for a hug. "It's good to have you back loud one," he whispers in her ear.

Jackie laughs, "Thanks Red."

"Where do these go?" Fez asks, holding Jackie's luggage.

"Oh I booked a motel…"

"No Jackie," Kitty interrupts. "You will stay here, in Laurie's old room."

"Mrs. Forman I couldn't," she declines. Steven had shared that room with Sam. No way in hell. "I'll be fine at the motel."

"Jackie now I won't hear of it," she says, firmly. "You will stay here."

Kitty had that look in her eyes and Jackie knew it well. She had used it on Steven and Eric enough to know there was no winning this battle. "Okay but only if I can stay in Eric's old room," she says, giving in.

"But Jackie…"

"Eric's room will be fine Kitty," Red interrupts, clearly getting what Jackie couldn't say.

'Thank you' she mouths to the older man. She always knew Red caught on more than he let on.

"Well okay," Kitty agrees, not really understanding the difference. "Fez take the bags upstairs to Eric's room."

"Sure thing Mrs. Forman."

"Now I know you said you didn't want a party but not for one minute did I believe you and I only invited a few…"

"Mrs. Forman," she groans. "I really didn't want…"

"SURPRISE!" everyone yells, as Kitty pushes her through the swinging door in the kitchen.

"A party," she murmurs under her breath. A few people my ass, she thinks. There had to be at least 30 people crammed into the Forman's living room. Most were familiar but some she didn't recognize. "Wow…thanks everyone," she says awkwardly, having grown out of needing to be the center of attention.

A tall red head makes her way to Jackie and pulls her in for a tight hug, "I have missed you so much midget," she laughs.

"You too lumberjack," she says.

Eric isn't far behind his wife and is next to embrace Jackie. "Oh gosh Eric you're gotten so big," she says, laughing. "I can't believe it you're almost look like a man."

"Thanks I think," he says, taking a stepping back and holding tight to his son's hand. "You look just about the same."

Kneeling, Jackie asks "And who is this handsome little man?"

"This would be Matthew," Eric says, pushing his son forward. "Why hello Matthew, my name is Jacqueline but my friends call me Jackie," she smiles.

"He's a little shy," Donna says.

Jackie nods. "How old are you Matt?" she asks, lightly touching his arm. "I would say you look big enough to be 15."

"Nuh-uh," he looks to his Mommy, not quite sure what to make of strange woman. "It's okay Matt," Donna says. "This is your Aunt Jackie."

He looks back toward Jackie, "I am 5, Aunt Jackie."

"Well then you have to be the cutest 5 year-old I know," she says, touched by the Aunt part. She and Donna had only talked a few dozen times in the past 10 years and it never about anything real. She wasn't even at their wedding and while she knew about Matthew, tonight was the first time she met him. She was the world's worst Aunt.

"How come I've never seen you before Aunt Jackie?" Matthew innocently asks.

"Well, umm…."

"Sweetie why don't you go help Nana Kitty with the cookies," Donna says, knowing Jackie won't have an answer her son would understand. "I heard her says she was making your favorite chocolate, chocolate chip."

"Yesss!" he declares and rushes to the kitchen. "Don't run little man," Eric calls after his son.

"I'm so sorry Donna…" Jackie starts but is interrupted.

"No Jackie I'm sorry," Donna says, grabbing her hand. She had wanted to apologize for years but could never bring herself to do it over the phone. "I shouldn't have befriended Sam that way…I should have know something was wrong. I just…" she looks towards Eric and remembers the worst time in her life. "…Eric was gone and my world was falling apart. I couldn't see anyone else's pain but my own."

Donna wasn't telling her something she hadn't already figured out on her own. "I know and it's okay," she says, giving her hand a squeeze. "You're my best friend Donna."

"You're mine too," she says with tears her in eyes. "But let's not go another ten years without seeing each other okay?"

"Deal," Jackie says, wiping her own tears. "So guys where's Michael?" she asks, looking around wondering if she somehow missed him in the crowd.

"JACKIE!" Kelso yells from the front door.

"Speaking of…" Eric says.

Jackie giggles, "Michael…" He rushes over and pulls her into his arms. "Damn Jackie you're still hot."

"Thanks Michael," she says with a smile. "But if you don't get her hand off my ass I'm going to knee you in the balls."

Eric laughs, "Burn!"

"Damn Jackie! I just wanted a feel. I'm on probation with Brooke you know," he explains.

Jackie rolls her eyes.

"So how's New York? Did you get all moved in to your new apartment," Donna asks, remembering a conversation she had with the smaller girl a few weeks prior.

"Yea," she nods. "All unpacked and set up."

"I wanna see pictures before the night is over."

She laughs, "Of course." Jackie had pretty much brought every album she ever owned. It was a habit she had picked up, almost like a security blanket. And through the years she had added to them, photos from her own life and those given to her by Kitty. At least once a month she got a handful of pictures from the older woman, some of her friends but most were of Steven. Somehow Kitty just she knew.

Her eyes scan the room looking for the familiar blue eyes but realizes he wasn't here, 10 years and he couldn't even be bothered. Disappointment washes over her and Donna is fast to notice. "I'm sorry Jackie," she whispers into her ear. "I don't think he's coming."

Of course he wasn't. When had Steven ever come through for her? He'd have to care first and obviously he didn't. Shaking the painful thoughts away she grabs Donna's hand, "Let's have a circle."

"Jackie the party!" Donna looks around the room at the guest. "It's your celebration; I think you might be missed."

She shakes her head, "I don't care." She looks to Eric and Michael, "Go find Fez, I wanna have some fun."

"Jackie…"Donna says disapprovingly. She was a mother now, and mothers didn't smoke pot. Well except for that one time but that didn't count; Matt had just been born and was staying with her mother.

"Donnnnna…." she whines.

"Come on Big D, I just got some good stuff from my buddy on the force," Kelso says.

Only Michael would be dumb enough to buy narcotics from another police officer. It was a miracle he wasn't in jail himself. "Really Michael sometimes I worry about you."

"What Jackie?" he asks, completely clueless.

Everyone just laughs, Kelso was the King.

It was well after midnight and she couldn't sleep. The party was long over, her friends had left hours ago, the Forman's were fast asleep, and she had been lying in bed for over hour staring at the ceiling. It had been fun seeing everyone again but it had also brought up painful memories that Jackie just soon forget.

Steven Hyde for one, the bastard never even showed up. She'd like to think that at some point in their screwed up relationship he had cared about her but clearly he hadn't.

She wished she could be so lucky.

She sighs and throws the Star Wars sheets off her. Eric Forman was such a weirdo, she thought. Pulling on her sweats and shoes, she grabs her sweater and heads downstairs. Maybe some fresh air would do her some good. Shutting the sliding glass door behind her, she pulls the sweater over her head and starts walking.

It was a good fifteen minutes before she figured out where she was headed. Kitty had told her earlier that the city was tearing it down. Kind of sad when you thought about it, the old water tower had been there for years and had always carried a lot of laughter to her and her friends. Michael probably cried when he heard the news, Fez too; the big babies. Eric and Donna were probably weren't happy about it either and Steven….well she had long since stopped trying to figure him out.

Walking off the path and away from the street lights, her eyes take a minute to adjust to the darkness. She hadn't thought to bring a flash light but she really didn't mind. She had been here enough times to know the way.

She finally makes it to the ladder and climbs her way up to the top of the tower.

"Jackie."

Steven.

"What the hell!" she screams, losing her grip on the medal bars and her balance.

He jumps up and reaches her just in time, "Wow I gotcha."

A little startled, she allows him to wrap his arms around her. She had almost forgotten how safe it felt to be in his arms. "Thank you," she says, taking a step back. "What are you doing here?

He smirks, "Well I guess I could ask you the same thing. Don't you live in New York now?"

She rolls her eyes. "Don't act like you didn't know that I got back today," she says. "Or that Kitty wasn't throwing me a party."

He holds his hands up in surrender, "Okay so maybe I knew. So what? Last time I saw you, you pretty much told me to go to hell." He takes his usual seat on the edge of the tower with his legs dangling over the side.

She takes a seat next to him, far enough away so not to accidently touch him and just looks at him. His hair was longer and he hadn't shaved that morning. She never liked the rugged look while they were dating but it suited him now. He even dressed the same – Steven never went anywhere without wearing an old ripped up pair of jeans and a concert tee. She wasn't even surprised to see that he was still sporting those glasses of his.

"I'm sorry I missed your party," he says a few minutes later, surprising even himself. He wanted to go, had meant to go but his car lead him here instead.

She nods. "Michael set himself on fire."

He laughs, "Again?"

"Yea we were all in the basement when Michael decides it would be a good idea to set off a fire cracker," she says, doing her best to hold in her laughter. "Except he forgets to let it go and his sleeve catches on fire and he's screaming and Red's screaming and Eric's freaking out. I haven't laughed that hard since I left," she admits.

"Yea Michael will never change," he says with a smile.

"So how are you doing?" "How's it going in New York?" they both ask at the same time.

She laughs out loud, "You go first."

He shrugs. "Still running Grooves, my Dad left it to me when he retired a couple of years ago," he tells her. "I have my own place now…it's not anything fancy but I like it. The ladies seem to like it too," adding the last bit so he didn't sound as pathetic as he felt.

"And what about Sam?" she asks.

"Now who's pretending?" he accuses her. "I know you know Sam left."

She ignores him. "New York is good. I love my job, my friends…my boyfriend," she lies. Jackie hasn't had a boyfriend in years, didn't have time for them and it just sort of came out. Besides she didn't want him thinking she had been pining after him all these years.

"Boyfriend huh?"

She nods, "His name is Brad." That part wasn't a lie, she did know a Brad and he was a boy and a friend. "He's everything I always wanted in a man," she says awkwardly.

They sit in silence for awhile, both unsure of what to say.

Taking a swig of his beer, Steven asks, "Do you ever think about that night?"

"What night are you referring to?" she was well aware what night he spoke of but she would be damned if she told him so.

"Don't play dumb, Jackie."

She sighs, "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I think I hurt you that night…" and I never wanted too, he finishes the last part in his head not ready to share just yet.

"Whatever Hyde," she says, refusing to admit to him or anyone else the truth. "Happened a lot time ago and I'm completely over it."

He had fucked up and she was smart enough to know she deserved better. "Good," he says, feeling anything but. "Look maybe you should go," he tells her.

"But I just got here."

"Yea well it's late and you should just go okay," he says again, frustrated. "Don't you need your beauty sleep or some crap like that?"

He could leave if he wanted but she wasn't going anywhere until she was good and ready. "Screw you Steven Hyde! I have just as must right to be here as you…you…you dillhole!" Where the hell did he get off thinking he could tell her want to do.

"Quit being such a baby Beulah."

He was deliberately trying to piss her off. "You are such an asshole!" she yells, standing up.

Steven rolls his eyes are her tantrum and pulls her back down. "Oh for God sakes would you just sit down and hush?"

Jackie yanks her arm out of his grasp and crossed her arms across her chest. Pouting.

"You can really be an ass Hyde."

Hyde was what his friends called him, not Jackie. She always called him Steven. She was one of three people he allowed to call him Steven. Mr. and Mrs. Foreman were the other two. "Don't call me that."

"Well then quit acting like one."

"No I mean stop calling me Hyde," he clarifies.

"Everyone calls you Hyde," she says, not getting why he cared one way or the other.

"Dammit I know that but you've never did! I was always Steven to you," he yells at her.

"Yea well that was before you went off and married a stripper!"

"Are you ever gonna let that shit go Jackie," he shouts.

"I have!" she yells back. "You're the one who started this whole thing. Why do you care if I call you Hyde or not anyways you…you pig."

"So now I'm a pig! I thought I was a dillhole. Make up your freakin mind Jackie," he tells her. "God you're so exhausting."

"I'm exhausting! I'm exhausting Mr. I'm too afraid to admit I've made a mistake so instead I'll just ask her to stay….sometimes I really hate you Steven Hyde."

"Yea well the feeling is mutual."

"Well then I guess there's nothing left to say."

She's down the ladder and on her way back to the Foreman's before he can even stand up. Good, he thinks let her walk but then he remembers it was almost 2 o'clock in the morning and she was by herself. 'Dammit'

"Jackie wait up will ya? I'm sorry okay, I don't hate you," he calls down to her.

She stops and looks up at him. He had that stupid smirk on his face, you know the one you want to say no to but can't. Oh Whatever.

"Are you coming or what?" she asks. "I have to get my beauty sleep you know."

tbc...