A/N: Hello everyone! A big thank you to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and followed. I'm so glad you guys are liking this. I hope you like this chapter too!

After closing, Kelso and Hyde stopped for a smoking break in the parking lot before returning to Forman's house. They sat on the hood of Kelso's convertable. Kelso was staring at the sun, which was just starting to set, deciding Hyde probably wouldn't share his appreciation of the beautiful view if he mentioned it. It probably took a couple of years of Jackie forcing you to notice it every night and pointing out what a romantic backdrop it was before you learned to appreciate it.

"Hey, Kelso, man - what do you say we take the long way home?"

"What long way? Like, stopping for cheeseburgers?"

Hyde took a long drag before speaking. "That's not what I meant, but I'm up for that."

"Oh. What were you talking about?"

"I was thinkin' we check out the place where I crashed."

Kelso paused. Was that a good idea? Oh well, it wasn't his place to decide for his friend, and it wasn't like he got credit for being good at making decisions anyway. "Sure. Maybe you'll remember something."

"Maybe. Maybe there'll be a sign in big red letters reading 'this is where you went wrong.'"

"There's not going to be a sign, Hyde."

"I know."

"We could totally do some sleuthing though! Observing the scene is basically my specialty now. I bet I can find some clues at the scene."

"Okay, Nancy Drew." Hyde flicked his cigarette onto the pavement and snuffed it with the crutch. Kelso followed suit.

They silently made their way to the front seats of the car and hit the road, wind ruffling their hair as they picked up speed. Kelso followed the path his girlfriend had taken when she first took out the car her father got her.

"That was it," Hyde said as they passed an old red house, breaking the silence.

"No, it's still a couple of miles."

"Nah, I mean..." Hyde shook his head. "That's it. That's as far as I remember." Kelso thought back to a newly operated-on, stoned Hyde complaining that he's only have a few minutes worth of cool motorcycle memories.

"The bike was pretty awesome. If it makes you feel any better, I covered a piece of glass from the mirror with a leaf and told it to rest in peace."

"More like rest in pieces."

"Ha! Yeah. That's good, man." Kelso smiled.

Hyde smirked back at him. "Good to know it got a funeral," he scoffed. "You know what they say; why must the good die young?"

"Cause you suck at riding bikes."

"Shut up." He was still smiling, though. "I'd hit you if you weren't driving."

"That crutch really hurt, man." Kelso wondered if the spot would bruise.

"Well-" Hyde cut himself off.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Both were quiet for a moment, and then Kelso said "uh, you know how you were asking Angie about her car a few days back?"

"Yeah, I guess?"

"She thinks that you, like, blame her. Or are mad 'cause she still has her thing from WB and you don't. Which is crazy!"

"She thinks that?"

"Yeah, but I told her there was no way you think it's her fault."

"Good, because I don't."

"See, I knew you wouldn't."

Shortly after turning onto a small, residential street, Kelso pulled over. Once parked, he got out of the car.

Opening his door, Hyde asked, "this it?"

"Yep. Right over here." Kelso pointed to a spot on the road.

"This is sort of trippy," Hyde said casually, standing up. "I feel like I'm supposed to...I don't know...feel something?"

"I mean, maybe it's a delayed reaction. On account of you being emotionally dead and stuff."

"I wouldn't call it emotionally dead, but I'll take that as a compliment." He followed Kelso to the spot and stared. "I don't know, man, I really just - like, I don't - it's just another road, man. Maybe if I layed on the ground I'd have a flashback and get all teary eyed or something."

"No cars are coming. You should do it."

"No," he responded curtly.

"I'm just trying to be supportive." Kelso shrugged.

Ignoring him, Hyde looked at the sky and was quiet. "I guess I recognize it from waiting for the ambulance. The view wasn't first thing on my mind, though. It was darker through the helmet lens." He turned around slowly and looked at the shoulder of the road.

Kelso pointed to a patch of dirt. "This is where I had the funeral for it. Some guys came later and cleaned up and the glass and bike parts, though."

"Yup. Looks pretty normal." Hyde looked around a final time before getting back into the car. "If you didn't know, you'd never know."

Kelso took up his place behind the wheel. "Nothin', huh?"

"Nope."

Kelso started the car, and Hyde started the radio. Hyde asked Kelso if he still wanted to get burgers, so Kelso started in the direction of the nearest Fatso Burger. After a few minutes of driving the sun was nearly set. "You gotta admit," said Kelso, "this street's got a nice view of the sunset."

The next day, WB invited Steven to join him for lunch.

"When you said you picked out the restaraunt, I was imagining a country club," Steven said as they took their seats in the sports bar.

"Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I have to be square. I'll take you to the country club one day, then you'll see why I never go there for fun."

"I think I got the picture."

"You've never felt the need to rub elbows with the rich and boring," WB said, amused.

"Maybe to try to steal their watch. But those days are behind me."

A waiter came by to get their drink orders, and WB ordered a water for himself and a beer for each of them, then corrected himself. "I'm sorry, you still can't drink, can you?"

"Nope. Thanks for reminding me." He turned to the waiter, "I'll have a rootbeer."

The waiter left, and WB said, "I should have thought about that before taking you to a bar."

"Don't sweat it, man."

WB pretended to skim the menu before asking, "so how are you doing?"

"Good, I guess." Steven mirrored him, looking at his own menu.

"Yeah? You're looking good."

"Nah, I look like an idiot." The younger man looked up. "But thanks."

"Anything interesting been going on with you?"

"Are you kidding me, man? I'm bored outta my mind. If you want me back to work, I'll go back tomorrow."

WB chuckled. "No, that's alright, you take off as long as you need."

"I'm not joking." He leaned forward. "Mrs. Forman, Jackie, random girls in the store - they all look at me the way I look at Forman or Kelso when they're crazy drunk, you know, like right before they fall over. Except less excited. More anxious. I gotta get out of the house."

"You want to get back to work?"

"Yeah."

WB took a deep breath, hesitating. "I really think you should wait a while..."

"I'm doing as good now as I will be next week. And my head's not messed up anymore, so I can hold a conversation for more than five seconds without zoning out."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah."

"Alright." He was going to cave. As a dad, he always caved. "I want a doctor saying that you can go back to work. If you can make that happen, then you can start again."

"Sweet." Steven leaned back. "I'll get on that."

The waiter came with their drinks, got their food orders, left, and so the conversation turned to offhanded small talk. They spent the meal sharing stories from before they met, getting to know each other more. WB talked more about Angie, and his childhood. Steven talked about some of his craziest high school escapades. They both briefly talked about Edna. There was a lot of ground to cover, and time went by quickly.

After paying the check, WB drove Steven back to the Forman's, pulling up in front of the house. Finally, they said their goodbyes for the day, with Steven confidently promising he'd get a doctor's clearance to go back to Grooves, at least part time.

WB smiled. "You do that."

When he entered through the front door, Hyde discovered that the lights were off. "Mrs. Forman? Red?" Receiving no answer, he ventured into the kitchen to look into the driveway. He didn't see any cars, but the garage door was shut, so it was possible at least one car belonging to the family was there. "Forman? You home?" It wasn't like Forman had a job, but he could very well be out with Donna, or getting lunch at The Hub with the rest of the gang. He didn't mind this, though. It would be nice to have some peace and quiet with the house all to himself. Upon thinking that, he couldn't help but be reminded of Red.

Eager to have a reason to get more time away from everyone (Red would be proud), he decided now was as good a time as any to call his doctor. It wasn't until he was standing before the phone that he realized he didn't know the number. Surely Kitty had it written down somewhere. He thought for a moment, wondering where to look, and then he got an idea; it was probably listed on the label of the perscription bottle, which was currently in his room.

As he started for the stairs, he thought back to his mini road trip with Kelso the prior day. He pictured the road again, remembered looking at, and lying on it a week before. And as he stepped onto the fourth step, his memory rewound, and he could remember the crash - just like that. Taken off guard and distracted by this revelation midstep, he misstepped. Suddenly, he was falling head-first. It felt like having an ocean wave crash on you: getting sucked under and flipped around until finally you're spat onto the shore, too disoriented to know where you've washed up.

He landed on the floor with a thud, inches from where the crutch had falled to. He laid motionless, arms sprawled out in front of him, trying to get his bearings. Breath, you idiot. He inhaled, out of breath and panting, for what felt like a very long time. It could have been ten minutes, perhaps it was half an hour. He wasn't sure. Lying on the basement floor, he couldn't help but be reminded of lying on the street. It felt too similar. He was definitely in pain, but it was nothing compared to falling off a motorcycle. Picking up his head, he spotted a few drops of blood on the ground, so he rubbed his face, trying to find the source. Either his nose or lip was bleeding. He thought about something Angie had said, just after the EMTs had put him on a stretcher; don't look. There had been a lot of blood then.

Eventually he staggered over to the sofa. Again, he lay trying to catch his breath and dazed. Tiny droplets of blood were falling onto his shirt, but he didn't notice or care. He could remember the crash! Hyde was engrossed in the memory, playing it over and over again in his mind. He closed his eyes.

Some time later he heard voices, and the sound of the doorknob being turned, so he prepared himself for whoever was on the other side to realize what had happened and smugly announce "I told you so." Maybe Jackie was right. Maybe he was becoming accident prone - but he still didn't want his idiot friends feeling justified in their concern. Man, he hated when they were right.

A/N: End of part one of the part I kept planning that week I was sick. I know flow wise it should probably be later, but screw it, I'm impatient. I don't want to spoil things for you, but all I'll say in reguards to the fall is don't worry. Take that as you will. Anyways, next chapter we'll have some more Hyde and Kelso interactions, among others. I really enjoyed writing them together in the first part. The kettlehead is fun. Thank you so much for your continued support and stay tuned! Until next time, have a fantastic day!