A/N: Hi guys. Again I'm very sorry for the lack of updates in the last month or so, but I was so busy with school, but now that I am officially done, I can devote more time to this story. Also it should not take too much time for me to update more often because I finally figured out where I want this story to go and how I want it to get there. Like I said before, I have been very excited about this story for quite some time so it means a lot that people are still reading it. To those of you who have reviewed it, you're definitely a motivation to keep this going and thank you so much for letting me know what you think. So I'll stop now and let you guys get started with this long overdue chapter. Enjoy!

-Flashback-

October 1979:

Hyde walks in the kitchen and finds Red Forman sitting in his usual seat by the round table reading the newspaper.

"Where's Mrs. Forman?" Hyde asks.

"Out" responded Red without looking up from his paper.

Hyde smirks a little at the response. Of course Red Forman would give such a simple answer, it's who he is. Hyde opens up the refrigerator door and takes out a beer.

"That better not be mine" said Red, again without tearing his eyes away from the paper.

"It's not" replied Hyde. He then walks over to the round table and takes his seat next to Red.

For a couple of minutes both men sat in silence, which both appreciated. Unfortunately, that silence was disturbed by a crop top wearing blonde, otherwise known as Samantha Hyde.

"Hyde I told you to stop leaving all your crap around the room. I tripped over this stupid box."

Hyde looked up to see what the hell she was talking about and panicked when he saw what box she was talking about. It was his Jackie box. He hadn't looked through it in months.

Hyde practically jumped out of his seat and snatched the box out of Sam's hands.

"And I've told you that it's my room and I can leave my things wherever the hell I want."

"Not anymore you can't."

"And why is that?" Hyde asked, knowing what her answer would be but frankly not giving a damn.

"Because you're married now. To me. So if I say to pick up all your crap, pick it up" and with that Sam walked back out through the swinging door leaving Red and Hyde alone.

"Can you believe her man? Who the hell does she think she is bossing me around?"

"Your wife son. It's what they do."

"Marriage can't suck this badly."

This comment actually made Red look up from his paper.

"Not every marriage sucks son."

"Mr. Forman, please don't tell me that I'm a dumbass who made a huge mistake. I hear that enough from Mrs. Forman."

"Steven, you're a man now and whatever decisions you made are yours, but just know that marriage only sucks when you're with the wrong person."

Red folded up his paper, got up from his chair and headed out through the sliding door that led to the garage but managed to sneak in a "by the way, you are a dumbass" before exiting.

Hyde smirked and turned back to the table where his beer was (no longer frothy the way he liked it) next to his Jackie box. He had forgotten all about it and didn't know why he still had it, but for some reason, he had the urge to look through it.

He opened up the small box and found various things that instantly brought a wave of memories. There was everything from movie stubs from their dates to love letters she had written him. He had even saved the troll doll with the note she had put in his lunch bag on his first day of work at W.B's office.

Hyde picked up a frilly, pink greeting card Jackie had given him for their first anniversary. He couldn't help but smile once he opened it. Her girl hand-writing and the word "puddin' Pop" made him feel as he did when he first read it nealy two years prior.

"Puddin' Pop," he began to read, "words won't begin to express how happy you have made me this past year. I wake up every day feeling blessed to have you in my life and I hope to always wake up to that feeling. You have exceeded so many expectations Steven, and have become such a great man. I feel lucky to be able to call you my boyfriend. Thank you for everything you have given me. I love you very much. -Jackie"

Her name was signed (with a smiley face on top of the 'I' of course). Even after all they've been through, those simple words made him feel special, even if he knew she didn't feel that way anymore. He still couldn't help falling back in love with her, or at least the idea of her as the young girl she used to be.

Sitting there, looking through all the things that symbolized his rocky relationship with Jacky, made Hyde think about the choices he had made since Chicago. Jackie, thought he had exceeded expectations, but after losing her he had fallen back to his old ways and was now living in a basement married to a stripper. He could only imagine that Jackie would be just as disappointed in him as he was in himself.

He had married the wrong person, there was no doubt about that. He should have been married to the small, bossy cheerleader and while he couldn't think of a good reason why he hadn't proposed to her when she wanted him to, he couldn't help but feel sorry for his current wife. Here she was, miles away from her home with people who looked down on her and a husband who was in love with someone else. He knew it wasn't fair to stay married to Sam out of pitty, for either of them, so he needed to think of a way to tell her that he wanted out.

-End of flashback-

The door of Hyde's hospital room opened and Fez walked in eating a chocolate bar.

"Hyde! Oh you look awful my friend."

Hyde frowned slightly, he didn't feel awful, how bad could he actually look?

"Fez, I'm fine man"

"Yes but you do not look fine. Anyways, Fez brought you a chocolate bar, but Fez ate half of it on the way here" said Fez as he held out the half-eating candy.

"Um..no it's alright man, you can have it. And why are you speaking in the third person?"

"Third person? There's only two of us in here. Hyde, you must have hit your head pretty hard buddy."

"No you idiot, why are you calling yourself Fez?"

"Oh I see. Do you not like it? Laurie likes it. When we do it she tells me to say Fez because it is foxy."

"Fez man, too much information."

"I apologize. It just feels good to do it"

"Right."

"Oh, Mrs. Kitty said to tell you that W.B called and he'll be here tomorrow."

"I have to stay here until tomorrow! What the hell man/"

"How can you not like it here? You have nurses in sexy uniforms giving you sponge baths and feeding you jello. This is like heaven."

"Fez, that doesn't happen in real life, that's only on t.v"

"It does too happen, maybe you just do not have the Fez charm."

"The Fez charm?"

"Yes, it has all the women going crazy and taking their tops off."

"Okay, I think you might have been the one who hit his head."

"Oh you make fun, but who is the one getting his needs met everyday? Me!"

"Fez, no offense man but I don't want to hear about what you and Laurie do."

"Actually Hyde...it's not with Laurie."

"Uh..what do you mean not with Laurie?"

"I mean..I met someone else."

"You're cheating on your wife man!"

"Hyde, Laurie does not love me. I am the only one who thought she did. She is never home and men call all the time. I'm going to get a divorce."

"Oh man, that sucks."

"Yes. I thought we would be alright, but when you're wife is whory it does not work."

"Well Fez, at least you gave it a try man. And you already have someone so I guess you'll be ok little buddy."

"Thank you Hyde."

"Yeah, whatever man."

"Well, Fez should go see his new lady love now. Maybe she will give me some afternoon nookie"

"Fez, just go man."

"Good bye my friend."

Hyde nodded his good bye and within seconds was alone again. He started trying to digest what Fez had just told him about having met someone new. It wasn't that he felt bad for Laurie, because she had never been his favorite person and frankly he was not expecting their marriage to last. He was sure no one else thought they'd make it either. For some reason though, the news bothered him and he knew it had to do with the fact that it was yet another change he was going to have to adjust to, and Hyde was just sick of changes. It was time for him to find a constant, because he did not know how much more adjusting he could do.