Okay Ladies and Gents, as promised here is Chapter 2 of zee storii. This was where Chapter 1 was going to end but now you get a double dose in one weekend :)

Disclaimer: That 70s Show, Led Zeppelin are not owned by moi

Dedication:

This one is dedicated to Tumblr user bitchwhoyoukiddin whose reblog with thestupidhelmet inspired me to make a slight tweak to the end of this chapter.

Nightmare on Arnold St.

Five years. He'd been gone for five years. Hyde kicked off his boots and slumped onto the cot in his old room. Everything was exactly as he had left it. Not a record or old sock out of place.

Forman and Donna had tried to comfort him. "It's not that different, really," Donna patted his arm. "The hair has been getting worse, though," Forman laughed weakly.

But it was different. Way different. He could see it in Forman's eyes, the way they aged and the way all his features seemed sharper and more angular. Donna, too. Her voice went over smoother and her face seemed much more relaxed than he had remembered. Forman had been in a jacket, tie and jeans. Donna had been wearing a –what did she call it?-Power suit?

"Come with us," Donna had said, "we really missed you."

"I will. I just need to figure out some stuff here first."

Before leaving, Eric had handed him the address they were going to be at.

"Just don't take five years," Forman joked.

Hyde slugged him in the arm.

Who the hell gets lost for five whole damn years? Hyde got up and started pacing around the room. After a while he began to rummage through all his belongings. It didn't take very long; he had taken most of his stuff on the road. He found his good boots, the ones he saved for special occasions.

He stared at them for a bit before deciding to slide them on. At least his feet hadn't grown; they still felt like a glove. He moved towards his nightstand where the record player had been placed.

The basement had changed too. They'd put in a CD player to replace the old stereo. Hyde had only seen one in person when he had been in Ontario. He hadn't really thought they would catch on. The yellow couch was gone and instead there was a black slightly longer one. The stupid helmet was missing. What he thought had been a trash bag wedged between his chair and the sofa ended up being a beanbag chair. His chair was still there though, he had a feeling Forman had something to do with that.

He shuffled through the records he had left behind. He flipped through Bon Scott, Eric Clapton, John Lennon, Mick Jagger, and John Lee Hooker's faces until he landed on Jimmy Page. Jimmy Page and the Holy Trinity. The brown cover was still shiny and unharmed; Hyde studied the maroon letters as a sense of loss clouded him. Had he known this would be their last single, he would have… appreciated it more, he guessed.

He remembered hearing the news at a bar in New York that Bonham had died. It had paralyzed him and he'd been completely lost, unsure of how to react. Those around him had yelled, others were in shock while some of the burly men had even shed a few tears. Hyde had asked for another two shots of whiskey. The rest of the night the bar had refused to play anything but Zeppelin.

He spent the entire week at the same bar, listening to Bonzo keep the band together with his rhythm. When he made it to Memphis the next month he heard Bonham had downed four quadruple vodkas with a hamroll for breakfast the morning he died. He'd kept drinking the entire day until the band finally put him to bed after midnight. He died of asphyxiation from vomit, no drugs had been found.

That night Hyde had asked for two more shots of whiskey. He blasted Moby Dick in his car as he downed one shot and poured the other onto the ground beneath him. That had been his last bit of alcohol.

He was weary and tired by the time he reached Seattle. He'd just come from Los Angeles and Atlanta hardly remembering anything that the cities had to offer. He'd set up in a hotel and spent most of the nights walking around the city or playing pool. It was then he'd gotten Forman's first and last package. It was also when he'd heard the official news that Led Zeppelin would not continue their tour in the US. In fact, they were disbanding.

He hadn't really expected them to go on. There was something about Zeppelin that made them a unit, one element. To lose one meant to lose everything. Hyde forfeited his game of pool. He returned to his hotel, packed his duffel bag and left his watch on the drawer. The only constant in his life was gone, so there was nothing left but to go off the grid.

Five years later he stood in his room holding the only piece of Zeppelin he had left. He walked to the player and placed the record down gently. He returned to his cot and closed his eyes.

Bonham's shuffle beat melded with the piano and brass. Plant's voice joined with an "Oh, Baby." It was different than any of the other songs he'd heard. It was Latin but still undeniably rock and roll.

Well there's a light in your eye that keeps shining. Like a star that can't wait for the night.

He moved his foot lightly to the beat. How could he have doubted this song? Sure, it had samba, but if anyone could make Brazilian music rock it was Zeppelin.

You swore that you never would leave me baby, what ever happened to you?

It had been a while since he had heard Zeppelin like this. His cassette in the car could never compare. It was this, listening to Plant's voice and Jimmy's riffs in his room that made sense…

Are you… listening to Zeppelin?

No. Stop looking at me like that Steven; it was on when I came in here to wait for you.

Liar.

Okay, okay so I was. They're no Frampton, but – don't you glare at me, Steven. They're… kind of nice. Romantic.

What? No, Zeppelin is not romantic.

Are you kidding me? He just called her his Queen. Why don't you call me your Queen?

I'm not giving you another pet name.

Fine, but they're still a bunch of gooey lovey romantic-

Shut it.

Fine!

Come here.

No.

Stop pouting and come over here.

This is nice.

Yeah.

Hey, Steven. Since I listened to Zeppelin you think you could give ABB-

Don't push it, Doll.

"How long are you going to hide in here?"

Hyde opened his eyes just as the guys went full on Latin rhythm and melody. Red was at the entrance of his room, arms folded across his chest.

"I uh, had to clear my head a little," Hyde sat up on his cot to face Red. Red stepped in and sat across from him on one of the boxes. They sat in silence for a couple of moments.

"I uh-" Red cleared his throat and looked around, "I'm sorry we never gave you a better room."

"You guys gave me better than that."

"Yeah, well," Red coughed, "Listen, Kitty sent me down here because she's worried. You've been here a day but you've seem distant and you better have a good reason. She's, we've, missed you a lot."

Hyde sat silently, staring at so much white in Red's hair. He had way too many wrinkles on his face. He shot up and paced a couple of steps.

"I'm just-" Hyde scratched his head, "I'm sorry it was five years. Red, if I'd known-"

"If you'd known you would've come back before you were ready," Red leaned back, "And you would've been right back where you didn't want to be."

Hyde sat back down on his cot and rested his hands on his knees.

"Steven, do you remember what you told me?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"You said you felt trapped, that if you didn't leave you'd be trapped here forever."

Forman and Donna had still been trying to work out their situation. Hyde knew though, that no matter what happened they would both leave Point Place. Forman had only come back to leave again. Kelso had left after the New Years party and hadn't come back since. Fez and Jackie no longer stopped by the basement. Not that he would've let them in had they knocked anyway.

At Grooves he was called owner, but it was no different than what he'd had before. It was more paperwork than music. He was running in place and he needed an out.

"Do you still feel trapped?" Red's voice pulled him back to the present once again.

"No," Hyde said honestly. But still, so much had changed.

"When I came back the first time, too much was different for me too. I had Kitty. You have your friends."

Hyde nodded.

"Do you know why?"

"Why what?"

"Why now. Why you decided to come back now."

Hyde thought back to the mountain. The cold air had stung his skin and the stars were way too high above him. Like rhinestones on indigo.

"Yeah," Hyde looked at Red, "I do."

"Well then," Red stood up, "The world changes, so suck it up." Red moved to the entrance, "Dinner's ready by the way."

Hyde grinned, "Mrs. Forman wouldn't let you eat, huh?"

"Can it and get your ass upstairs."

Steven Hyde had the worst luck in the world.

When he'd left Point Place, he'd been a man with a mission. A man with enough leftovers in Tupperware to feed Wisconsin, but a man nonetheless. He'd found the address on one of his maps and started heading out that very afternoon. He had his good boots on, his Jimi Hendrix shirt, and a fresh shave. He'd guessed he'd be able to make it to Chicago in just under an hour if he sped. Which he did.

Therein lied the problem. Just as he entered Chicago the damn tire on the left decided to pop. He hadn't screamed, nope. It had been more of a manly yell as he stepped on the brakes and burned a donut on the pavement.

Hyde thanked his luck at having been the only car on the road, because at the time he'd really thought he had been. He'd slipped out of his car and ran to catch the map that had flown out of his hand. Then the fucking mac truck had rammed into his baby.

Hyde ran a hand over his face as he sat in the passenger's seat of the tow truck. Well, it could have been worse, he tried to tell himself. He could have been in the car.

"But my baby!" he blurted out.

"Whadya say?" The driver let out a gruff.

"Nothing," Hyde sank deeper into his seat.

He'd fought with the driver when the tow truck had arrived. The asshole had wanted to take her to a junkyard.

"Listen, Dude, that thing's past repair. No mechanic's gonna want to touch it."

"I'll say when she's past repair you jerkoff. Take me to a damn shop."

Hyde had no time to salvage anything from the wreckage. He closed his eyes and willed the damage away. He didn't even want to look at Chicago; it'd done him wrong once again. The bitch.

When they finally made it to the shop, Hyde's tunnel vision zoomed on the glass doors. He stomped to the counter and rang the bell. First twice. Then he pounded his fist on it.

The guy that came from the back was as tall as Gary Coleman was short. The white shirt under his flannel seemed like it was threatening to tear from the pressure of his nips.

"Can Ah help ya?" Hyde heard a thick Scottish accent that said both 'I can kick your ass' and 'I'd probably yawn while doing it'. Too bad it didn't stop Hyde.

"I need a mechanic," he almost barked, "now."

The guy's grey eyes moved towards the entrance and Hyde knew he was looking at the tow truck try and unload the El Camino.

"Righ'," the guy said casually and bent down behind the counter. He threw down a clipboard, "Fill this ou' and Ah'll go check the damage."

Hyde nodded and felt the floor vibrated as the giant walked towards the entrance.

"Hey, uh-"

"Name's Chibs," Giant said over his shoulder.

"Right, listen, you got a payphone?"

Chibs pointed to his right without looking back and stepped outside. Hyde smirked; he couldn't help but respect that kind of attitude. When he made it to the phone he realized it wasn't a payphone at all, just a normal wall phone. Next to it was a sign that read, "Phone calls are free. Take more than five minutes and you pay my phone bill."

He took out a little slip of paper from his pocket and dialed the number Forman had left him. It only rang once.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Donna," Hyde couldn't help but smile. It still felt surreal to be talking to her again.

"Oh my God, are you here?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Look, something happened-"

"What happened? Are you okay?" she sounded worried.

"Yeah it was just a little wreck-"

"A what!" Hyde heard some shuffling and muffled voices that sounded like arguing in the background. "Where are you?"

"I'm at a shop," Hyde heard bells jingle and he looked up to see Chibs reentering the lobby. He put his hand over the receiver. "Hey man, what's the address to this place?"

Chibs was writing down on a clipboard. "5722 Arnold St," he said without looking up.

"I'm at 5722 Arnold St." Hyde returned to the phone.

"I'm sorry… you're where?"

"5722 Arnold St." he said slowly.

He heard even more shuffling on the other side. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of Eric's muffled laughter.

"Is that Forman? Tell him I'm gonna kick his ass. This isn't funny," he threatened.

"No, no of course not," Donna sounded dangerously close to glee herself, "We'll be right there. Ten minutes. Don't go anywhere."

"Where would-"

Click.

Hyde hung up and tried to rub the stress out of his eyes. All these years, his baby had never failed him once. Not one time had she broken down or gotten a flat and she was going to go out like this? She didn't deserve it. Hyde heard the sound of change being dropped down a slot. He saw Chibs move from the lobby to behind the counter.

"Ya need tae fill those ou'," Chibs's accent reached him.

Hyde turned around to face him and nodded. He moved towards the tables and chairs. They were a weird shape, like red lopsided half eggs. Hyde tried to get comfortable as he sat down.

Jimmy Page's acoustic guitar began to fill the room. The sound was soft and Hyde looked up to find it was coming from a jukebox hidden in the far right hand corner of the lobby. He saw Chibs's head nod softly and his respect immediately grew.

Over The Hills and Far Away, not bad. He looked back at the jukebox and noticed there was a black couch just to the left of it. Someone was sleeping on it.

The first thing Hyde noticed was that it was definitely female, and a nice looking one. A black cowboy hat covered her face and Hyde could hear little faint snoring sounds. The second thing Hyde noticed was that she was wearing black boots like the ones he had seen on that punk chick back in Vermont. What was the name? Martins? Except her laces had been white and the girl on the couch had green ones.

Hyde scratched his chin and remembered that there was some kind of meaning behind shoelaces. He shrugged. Shoelaces were shoelaces. People always wanted to complicate shit.

The girl was wearing a sleeveless shirt with some kind of graphic in the front that Hyde couldn't make out. And Hyde definitely noticed the tight dark denim jeans she was wearing. He noticed movement and saw the girl's hand hanging from the couch swaying in the slightest of ways to Page's intro.

"'Ey Boss," he heard Chibs call out, making him jump in his seat. He saw Chibs lean over the counter and call louder to the couch, "Boss lady, Juice needs ya ou' back."

"Ugggh!" came a sound from beneath the cowboy hat.

That little sound was enough to glue Hyde in his chair. The pitch and the tone, it sounded too much like her. Her feet swung over to the side of the couch as she lifted the cowboy hat from her face to the top of her head.

Hyde only had a chance to see the side of her face for a second as her gaze fixated on Chibs, her black hair bounced down onto her shoulders. He heard Jimmy Page finish his intro as Plant started to sing.

Hey lady, got the love I need… Maybe, more than enough…

She sauntered to the counter, never once looking back.

"What'd I tell you about playing Zeppelin, Chibs?" she scolded as she passed him and disappeared through the back door.

Oh darling, darling, darling… walk a while with me…

Bonzo's drums started to pound heavily in his head. Jimmy's guitar picked up speed and so did the pounding inside Hyde.

He faintly heard the phone ring, and Chibs answer. "Forman and Son's, wha' can Ah do ya for?"

Somewhere in the distance Plant began to croon, emotion spilling from his voice. Hyde only had enough brainpower left to come up with one word.

Many times I loved, many times been bitten…

"Jackie?"

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