A/N: Hey! Sorry for the long update, but I'm so busy! I hope you like this chapter, it's longer than the last one and this one does include a flash-back. I know this scene has been done a million times but I hope you enjoy it anyway. It's not done yet, I still have a few more chapters to go. It's pretty much done with the drama after this chapter, it'll be all fluff! I hope you enjoy it, and please review!

He stomped down the water tower, frustration pulsing throughout his body. He couldn't believe he had just practically begged her to stay, something she had always so obviously reached for, and then pulled away from him. He wasn't sure what else she wanted him to do. He had made it clear that he wanted her, just like Donna told him to, and it had gotten them nowhere. Slamming the door to the El Camino angrily, he started towards the basement. Opening the door to the basement, he expected to find solitude; instead he found Donna and Jackie sitting on the couch. He shook his head to cover up his embarrassment. Jackie had definitely told Donna about what happened. He slammed the door to his room shut and climbed onto the bed. Hyde simply sat there, attempting to count all the mistakes he had made with Jackie.

Jackie's soft yet tedious tapping rang over and scowled at it. He didn't get up to answer it, hoping she would just go away and get the message that he didn't want to talk to her. Suddenly, the door burst open and Jackie walked in. She was fuming, and her mismatched eyes were blazing. She stood there in front of him with her fists clenched. She then unclenched her fists and grabbed the dingy pillow off his bead and hit him.

"Get up." She demanded. He had never seen her so angry. He did as he was told, his fists now clenched. She was the one who ran away from him this time.

His thoughts were interrupted by a slap, and a hard one at that. He brought his hand up to his face in disbelief. Had she honestly just slapped him? He looked up at her. Her eyebrows where squished together, and her lips were pursed in anger. Then her expression softened a bit, and she reached a hand up and caressed where she had slapped him as sad tears filled her eyes. She looked down and when she had looked up again, she looked angry.

"Don't you dare make this my fault." She said menacingly, and she meant it. "You've been treating me like dirt for months and months, and now that the stripper's gone you think I'm just going to come running back to you; and I'm supposed to be the conceited one." She was quiet for a moment and then she whispered, "Do you have any idea what you've done to me?"

He looked at the ground, as if it would relieve some of his shame. He nodded, looking up at her. She scoffed softly. "You know what. You don't." She started to walk out when he grabbed her hand.

"Oh no you don't. We are not doing this dance again." She sighed and turned around, her hip popped out to one side in annoyance. "Look Jackie, I don't need you to tell me what I did was wrong because I know it was. But I promise I'll never hurt you again. I mean it." He said sincerely. Jackie bit down on her lip, trying not to cry.

"Come on Jackie look at me." She felt a tear slip out of her eye and she shook her head, but then looked at him anyway.

"I can't trust you anymore Steven. You know you used to be my rock, my safe place. Even when everything else was wrong, I knew that if I came to you…things wouldn't be so bad anymore." She said, tears slipping from her eyes as she did so.

"I can be that safe place again Jackie." He told her. "I know I can." She just cried harder and shook her head.

"No you can't!" She yelled. "There is nothing safe about your arms anymore. The arms that used to hold me and comfort me just sat there around that…that bitch!" She screamed walking out. He followed her from his room into the basement. Confusion, fear, and anger were running throughout his body. As he followed her a loud boom of thunder rang over the basement.

"I don't what else you want me to do, Jackie!" He screamed. She snapped around to face him, her face red and puffy from the angry tears rolling down her face. "What do you want me to say I'm sorry? You want me to admit that Sam was a mistake because I'll gladly do it. You want me to beg you? I don't see what good it would do seeing as I tried that an hour ago. Jackie, I'm sorry. I'll tell you everyday if that's what it takes to get you to believe me. "He finished quietly. Jackie gulped back the rest of her tears and momentarily stopped crying. "So what do you say? Will you give us another chance?"

She gazed into his crystal blue eyes. His heart skipped a beat and the sound of the rain and thunder seemed to disappear just for a moment. Then, just like that, the spell was broken when she started to cry again and shake her head violently.

"No! It doesn't work that way!" She yelled and ran out the basement door. He followed her to stairs, wet and dingy from age and the rain.

"Well how does it work then? Huh? Tell me!" He shot back in fury. She ran all the way up the stairs into the driveway, not seeming to care about the pouring down rain. She started to run down the driveway so he ran after her, attempting to use his arm to shield his body from the rain. She finally stopped at the end of the driveway but she didn't turn around.

"Jackie." He attempted to get out, but rain was already running down his face and into his mouth, spitting it out. He looked down at the ground. "Damn it, Jackie!" He yelled at her desperately. "What more do you want from me?"

She turned around to face him and simultaneously, lightning flashed behind her. He could see her perfect face, if only for a second. It was just like the day he knew he loved her. The memories started to flood back to him as he stood there, waiting for her to say something

Hyde made his way up the steps to what might as well be a mansion and rang the door bell.
The thunder rang down and sent a shiver down his spine, shoving his hands in his pockets for relief. Jackie cracked the door open, not swinging the open the door happily like she usually did. Her eyes widened in surprise then in a strange way that he had never seen before. She almost looked worried, as if she were hiding something. He didn't think anything of it.

"What's going on?" He asked casually. She cocked her head sideways and confusedly stared at him.

"Nothing," Jackie answered slowly. The thunder boomed again loudly, and Jackie jumped slightly at the sound. Sensing that she was hiding something, and that the rain would be pouring down soon, he decided to go inside.

"No, Steven. I don't think it's a good idea for you to come in right now. I mean, my mom…" She rambled on. He ignored her babbling, pushed her aside easily and entered the house. It was dark. He could barely see anything, seeing as it was 9 o'clock at night and not a single light was turned on.

"Damn, Jackie. Turn some lights on." He said, as he struggled to find the light switch. Lightning flashed and they both spotted the switch at the same time. She covered it with her hand quickly.

"No!" She yelled, and he looked at her strangely. "I mean…I like the dark." She retorted, crossing her arms across her tiny body.

"Jackie, you hate the dark." He said obviously.

"People can change their opinions, Steven." She fired. A look crossed her face, like she had an idea. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "That's how we happened Steven." She said as she batted her long black lashes at him. She elevated herself on to her toes and began kissing his neck. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her attack on his neck. He then remembered his suspicions. He pulled away quickly and flicked the light switch.

Nothing happened.

He flicked it again, and still the light didn't come on.

"Jackie, what's going on?" He asked with genuine concern. There was no reply. He placed his hands on her shoulders, trying to make out her face in the black. He found her to be shivering, and for the first time that night he noticed how cold it was in her house. He heard a sniffle, and Jackie's soft whimper of tears. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey. Hey, it's ok." He attempted to soothe her, rubbing his hands up and down her back. "Do you want me to go get your mom?" At this she cried harder, and he abandoned that idea and went back to placating her. The dots connected. There was no car in the driveway, the lights wouldn't come on, and it was 56 degrees in here. No one was home.

He pulled her away from him, wiping her stray tears with his thumb. "Jackie, are your parents not home?" He questioned her. She shook her head sadly, trying to avoid his eyes in the dark. "How long?"

He didn't need to specify. They both knew exactly what he was talking about. She didn't answer. She didn't have to. Her dad went to prison a month ago, she lied. Her mom wasn't back. He sighed, and rubbed his forehead. "Damn, Jackie. A month? Why didn't you say something?" He asked, louder than he meant to purely out of concern.

"Look, Steven. I'm really not in the mood to be yelled at right now!" Jackie fired. He sighed again.

"Okay. Let's go." He said simply, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door. Confused, she stopped. He didn't let go of her tiny hand.

"Go where?" She asked skeptically. Where did she think he was taking her, a homeless shelter? Hyde knew how much Jackie hated pity. Especially coming from people she didn't know. He didn't reply. Instead he bent down and picked up and threw her over his shoulder. She screeched, but he paid no attention to her as he headed to the door.

"I swear to God! Put me down!" She screamed.

"No can do doll."

"Steven- I" Her retort was interrupted by her giggles. Pretty soon they were both laughing. He set her down on the floor and smiled up at him. She kissed his mouth quickly and opened the door. It was pouring down rain, something neither of them had noticed because they had been dealing with the situation at hand. He looked at her, and she just smiled bigger. Both having the same idea, they sprinted to the car. Laughing together, they drove to the Forman's.

Jackie hopped out of the car, skipping up the driveway to the basement stairs. Hyde just laughed at her, rolling her eyes and pretended to think the action was stupid instead of cute. She just smirked at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He brought his hand up and ran it through her soaking wet, hair. She immediately allowed his tongue entrance to her mouth. He noted briefly all the drops of water on her face, and how they ran down the crook of her neck. They stopped kissing and he pulled her down the basement stairs and she followed him into his room.

She rung out her wet hair, smiling at him. He just stood in front of her, watching her.

"Steven?" She started.

"Yes?"" He answered back. She walked over towards him.

"Thank you." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his chest. She laid her head down on his chest and listened to their hearts beat in synchronized time. She eventually pulled away from him slowly and rummaged through his drawers awkwardly, pulling out one of his button down shirts and tossing it to her. She smiled at him and turned to go the corner, ordering him to look the other direction.

He would be lying if he said that peeking hadn't crossed his mind, but he respected her and he wanted her to know that, so he did what he was told.

"Okay, you're good." She said. He turned around. She had never looked more perfect. His button down shirt acted like a short dress on her, showing off her toned legs. The sleeves were too long so the cuffs came all the way down to her hands, and her wet, raven hair was cascading down her back. He took off his shirt, and grabbed a towel to dab at any excess water on his skin. He caught Jackie staring at him, and motioned for her to turn around. She blushed and quickly turned around.

Once he was changed he climbed in to bed and scooted over to make room for Jackie. Jackie beamed at him and climbed inside. Being Jackie, when he didn't immediately wrap his arm around her waist, she grabbed his arm and placed it there. He relaxed his arm, and noticed how perfect they fit together on his cot. He could feel that she still had not fallen asleep. He almost asked her about her parents, but then decided that that could wait until morning. He kissed her neck and closed his eyes; this was how things were supposed to be.

He knew right then and there. Realization hit him, and another bolt of lightning flashed. Look what he had done to her. The woman he was supposed to love, he kicked her when she was down. He didn't deserve her.

"Oh my God." He whispered and he hugged her close. By the way she wrapped her arms around him and cried into his chest, he knew that she had been remembering the exact same thing. The rain continued to pour as he pulled away from her and led her to his room. It was time to talk. But just maybe, she'd where that same button down shirt and sleep in his arms just like she used to. Guess he'll just have to find out.