Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the slightly changed plotline.

Okay, so I reviewed my story, and I was super disappointed by the lack of big HJ moments in my last few chapters when compared to all the other chapters, so I'm hoping to make up for it in these next couple of chapters, especially in Hyde Moves In :)

Warning: sexual content

Jackie ran her fingers up and down Steven's back as he came down, breathing heavily. Her own breaths were heavy as she calmed as well, her thoughts drifting as she listened to Steven get his breathing under control.

She's been worried about him. He's been acting odd for a long while now; she noticed it even before they got back together. He's been very tired lately, and at first she was afraid it was because he was sick, or maybe even something Ian did, but she let those thoughts leave her when she noticed a lack of fever and bruising. That's something else she noticed; obviously he still has marks because scars don't really fade, but the usual bruising and cuts he obtains from Ian seemed to have disappeared completely. He hasn't been as jumpy lately, and he's been staying over a lot more than he usually does; normally, he would have a fear of staying over due to Ian's curfews.

She's also noticed a lack of Edna; the woman works in the school cafeteria, so obviously Jackie would notice her absence. But, Steven hasn't said a word about it, and Jackie just let herself assume it was because Edna got a new job or something, or maybe even got fired, but she truly knew that wasn't the case.

She wanted to wait for Steven to tell her himself; she doesn't like to push him, knowing how uncomfortable he gets about this stuff, but she needed to know that he was okay, and that nothing worse than what usually goes on at his house is happening.

"Steven," She whispered when he got settled beside her, and arm thrown over her shoulders, "Are you okay?"

He gave her a confused look, "Yeah. Why?"

"Well," She shifted, turning onto her side and tilting her head up to look at him better, "You've been really... tired lately, and-"

"Jackie," He gently interrupted, "I'm fine, doll. Everything's fine. I'm only tired cuz I've been doing yard work for my neighbors for money, so..."

She furrowed her brows, "Did Edna get fired?"

"What?"

"Well, why else would you need to work? Are you trying to help pay rent?"

His eyes shifted, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm tryin' to pay rent."

"And... and it's working out okay?"

"Yeah, Jackie. Everything's fine, okay? It's all fine."

She stared at him for a moment before giving an accepting nod, snuggling up to him, thinking about how he always promises her whenever he's telling the truth.

He didn't promise this time.

That same night, Eric sighed heavily in annoyance as he listened to his grandmother complain as he drove her home, his eyes glaring at the road ahead.

"You don't like it when I come to visit, do you?" Bernice said.

"No, no," Eric muttered, "I love it when you come over-"

"You're a filthy liar," Bernice interrupted, "I know you didn't learn to lie from my Red, that's all Kitty."

"See, Gramma, that's the problem," Eric snipped, "Whenever you come over, you spend the whole day criticizing my mom."

"Well, I just tell it like it is."

"Well, okay, Gramma, here's how it is," Eric snapped, "You're very nasty, and I don't see why you hafta be so hateful. You know, it wouldn't kill you to be nice."

Suddenly, Eric felt a weight on his shoulder and a thump to accompany it, glancing down and catching sight of his grandmother leaning against him.

His eyes shifted nervously, "Gramma?"

He slammed the breaks, causing his grandmother to slide off his shoulder and smack onto the dashboard.

"Gramma?"

His eyes widened, "Oh, oh, God!"

He speedily excited the car.

"Eric," Donna furrowed her brows when she ran toward the garage to catch the basketball, glancing at the Cruiser, "What's your Gramma doing sleeping in the car?"

"Oh, she's not sleeping," Eric said rather casually, "She's dead."

Donna stared.

"Oh, no, really," Eric continued, his voice still casual and flippant, "She's dead."

"What?" Donna shrieked, quickly running over to Eric, glancing into the Cruiser from the back, "What do you talking about she's dead?"

"Well," Eric said, "I was driving her home, and then I yelled at her, and then she died."

"She died? Wel-what did Red say?"

"Oh, I'm not tellin' Red."

Donna widened her eyes, "Um, Eric, I don't mean to criticize, but are you insane; you need to do something!"

"Hey, Eric!" They turned to the sound of Kelso's voice, watching him run in through the garage's backdoor and stick his head in through the car window. "Kelso!" Donna shouted.

"I just gotta get my 8-track outta the car," Kelso said, nearly climbing into the vehicle, "Gramma Forman, can you just move to the side there?"

"Kelso!" Donna shouted again, "She's dead!"

Kelso jerked out of the car, looking at his hands in horror. "Oh my God!" He screeched, immediately running away through the backdoor of the garage.

Donna rolled her eyes, grabbing onto Eric's arm insistently, "Eric, you're in shock. You need to go inside and tell your parents. Right now! Right now!"

"Donna," He looked at her blankly, "Will you do it?"

"Right now, Eric!"

He walked toward the sliding door, suddenly stopping and turning around, grabbing Kitty's leftovers off the top of the Cruiser. "I forgot the tupperware," He muttered, heading back to the entrance.

"Hey guys," Hyde greeted as he and Jackie walked into the Hub, catching sight of Kelso and Fez. They took a seat at their table, furrowing their brows at the sight of Kelso's blank, but widened eyes as he stared into his food.

"What's... wrong with him?" Jackie asked.

"I do not know," Fez shrugged, "He will not say anything."

"Okay..." Hyde said slowly before he grinned, wrapping an arm around Jackie's shoulders, "I just gotta fake made, who wants to go bar hoppin'?"

Jackie rolled her eyes, but both Kelso and Fez immediately perked up, raising their hands excitedly, "I do!"

"Jackie," Hyde grinned at her, "Do you wanna come?"

She rolled her eyes again, "Fine, but only because I know someone needs to keep an eye on you. And I'm not drinking."

"Fair enough," Hyde smirked.

"Hey, Forman," Hyde smirked when he opened the basement door, Jackie behind him, catching sight of Eric and Donna on the couch, "Let's go get wasted."

Eric immediately pointed a finger at Hyde, looking at Donna with wide eyes, while Donna just threw her head back in exasperation, yelling, "Oh! Great."

"See?" Eric shouted, "Hyde's a real friend. He's gonna help me get through my Gramma's death."

"Your Gramma's dead?" Hyde muttered, slowly walking toward Eric, Jackie following behind him, her arms crossed.

"Oh, man, uh..." Hyde mumbled as he kneeled next to Eric, placing a hand on his shoulder. He suddenly grinned again, "Let's go get wasted."

Eric quickly nodded, grabbing his jacket and following Hyde out the door, hearing Donna's irritated shouts cut off when they shut the door.

The guys, plus Jackie, sat around the bar table, Jackie in Hyde's lap. While Kelso and Fez kept up a quiet conversation as they waited for a waitress, Jackie leaned against Hyde as his arms tightened around her.

Hyde sighed, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He figured she would start to suspect something at some point; she wasn't as slow-thinking as people thought she was. He knew she would notice things, and he wasn't quite sure what to do about it. He didn't want her knowing he was living alone, didn't want her to know that he'd been working himself to the bone trying to keep up the bills and the rent, didn't want her to know that he couldn't even afford food. He himself didn't understand why he wanted to keep it a secret so badly; maybe it was a pride thing, or maybe he just didn't want his friends worrying about him.

Or maybe it was because it just felt so humiliating.

He was violently taken out of his thoughts by a loud slap on the table, he and Jackie jumping a little at the sudden noise, giving Eric an annoyed look as he continued beating the table to get the waitress's attention.

"Waitress!" He shouted, "Waitress!"

"Forman," Hyde said lowly, "Relax, okay?" He glanced up at the waitress as she gave them an annoyed smile. "Hi," He said, "We're gonna need a pitcher and four glasses, please."

"I'm gonna need to see some ID," The waitress said, pointing at Jackie, "Especially the little girl's."

"Little girl?" Jackie said, irked.

Hyde placed his palm over her forehead, pulling her back a little to calm her, giving the waitress a fake smile as he removed his fake from his pocket. "Of course. I have mine right here, but the rest of the fellas left theirs back at the military base."

"Gotcha," The waitress rolled her eyes, walking off to take their orders. Two blonde girls walked up to them, smiling.

"So," The darker haired one said, "You're in the military? What base are you from?"

Jackie gave them an annoyed look, but Hyde simply gave them a fake grin, his eyes narrowed, knowing that these were the kind of girls that fell for anything and everything, "It's a secret military base."

"Well, I'm Charlotte," The lighter haired one said, "And this is my sister Charlene."

Kelso grinned excitedly, stuttering over his name, "Hi, I'm... Ted."

"Sergeant Shaft," Hyde smirked, making Jackie snort to try and hide her laughs.

"You can call me Honcho," Eric said blankly.

"I am Eric Forman," Fez smiled, and Hyde snorted at him, chuckling a little as the waitress came back with their orders, setting the glasses and pitcher in the middle of the table.

"Oh, Sally," Charlene said, "Put that on our tab and bring everybody a round of shots."

"What is going on?" Fez asked.

"They're pickin' us up," Kelso grinned as he poured himself a glass.

"Ay, no," Fez whimpered.

"No, man, it's a good thing," Kelso laughed a little.

"Oh, okay," Fez shrugged with a smile, and Kelso grinned at Charlotte, pulling into his lap, making her laugh flirtatiously as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

At that moment, two men entered the room, standing directly behind Hyde and Jackie, glaring at Charlotte and Charlene.

"Excuse me, fellas," The bigger one growled, "We need to talk to the ladies."

Hyde didn't care about these girls, but he knew men like these, and he knew there would be very little talking involved, especially when he took notice of the look of fear in the girls' eyes. He glanced at Jackie; she looked a bit scared, too, and he finally noticed the smaller of the two men leering at her.

Oh, hell no.

He licked his lips in an irked manner, "Well, these ladies are with us, okay."

"Well, they came in here with us, okay, great," The bigger one sneered at him, and Hyde, his irritation rising, sneered back.

Fez, the innocent, naive one, stood, smiling happily, "Get lost; they are trying to pick us up."

"I think you had a bit too much fire in that one, chief," The bigger one muttered, his attention taken away from Hyde, pushing Fez back into his seat.

Eric stood, looking pointedly at the bigger one, "Hey, you mess with Eric Forman, and you mess with me."

Hyde gently pushed Jackie from his lap, Kelso doing the same with Charlotte, the two immediately standing and glaring the big guy down for any sudden moves. Hyde gently pushed Jackie toward Charlotte and Charlene, and the two women took the hint, grabbing onto Jackie's arms and pulling the tiny girl in-between them in a protective embrace, backing up a little bit.

"Are you looking for trouble?" The big guy growled, getting into Eric's face.

Eric jabbed his finger into the man's chest, punctuating his words, and Hyde pursed his lips, "Oh, yes. I'm lookin' for trouble."

Suddenly the big guy pulled his fist back, bringing it directly into Eric's eye, and the scrawny boy went down, making Jackie gasp quite loudly, covering her mouth with her hands as she stared at Eric's unconscious form in horror.

The bid guy violently jerked off his jacket, shouting, "Okay? Anybody else? Huh?"

Hyde sneered at his arrogant smile, muttering quite casually despite knowing that Fez would never get involved with a fight, "Well, there's three of us, so-" He cut himself off, viciously tackling the big guy to the ground, hearing Kelso's cheer as he and the henchman followed them, as well as Jackie's horrified shout.

Fez ignored the sounds of punching, kicking, and shouting, as well as Jackie's gasps as she watched the fight, walking toward the three girls, smiling, "So, where were we?... Oh, yes, you were picking me up."

Charlotte and Charlene, keeping Jackie held close to them in a form of comfort, glared at him as they rubbed her back and shoulders in an attempt to calm her down.

"Okay, Steven, your turn."

"My turn for what?"

Jackie glared at him, her first aid kit still opened in her lap. She sat on the basement coffee table, Kelso across from her on the couch, proud as a child of the band-aid she applied to the cut on his jaw and knuckles.

"Your lip is split," She said pointedly, her tone snippy, obviously still upset about the fight, "It needs to be treated."

"Jackie, it'll heal on its own."

"Aww, c'mon, Hyde," Kelso grinned like the moron he was, licking the sucker in his hands, "If you're good and sit still, she'll give you a lollipop."

Hyde rolled his eyes.

Jackie stood, striding purposefully to where he sat in his chair, glaring down at him, "I'm fixing your lip, whether you like it or not, Steven." She pulled the rainbow stool close to his chair, perching herself on the edge, close enough to Hyde to be between his legs, the kit back on her lap.

"It's fine, Jackie, I'll just put some ice on it and-ow..." He muttered when she swiped his lip with a cotton ball, "What the hell was that?"

"That was to clean it," Jackie said as she dipped a finger into some oily salve, "This will make it feel better."

She brought her finger toward his face, and Hyde pulled back, dodging the medicine, "You know what? It feels better already."

Jackie rolled her eyes, "It's not gonna sting you big baby." She grabbed the back of his neck with her left hand, and Hyde relaxed at the feel of her fingers tangled into the curls of his hair.

Her pointer finger sliding across the split on his bottom lip. He could feel the slick, greasy medicine, making him cringe a little at the feeling being so close to the inside of his mouth. Beneath it, he felt the soft pad of her finger. Her fingernail scratched lightly at the skin of his inner lip, a sensitive spot, and he pressed his lips forward into the touch.

She gave him a sated look, the movement calming her a little. Steven won the fight by, like, a mile. That big man had only managed to land one punch on him, the punch that split his lip, before Steven held him down and throttled his face, but it didn't make her any less upset about it. She doesn't like it when he fights.

Which was why she made them sneak into the Forman basement while Eric just when straight through the kitchen door with his black eye, wanting to grab the first aid kit kept in the basement to treat them.

Kelso had a bit more trouble with the follower, but he did still manage to win; that was something Hyde was grateful for, thinking about the stupid leer the man had sent Jackie.

She pulled her hands back, cleaning up the medical items, placing everything back into the kit, muttering, "You're done. Just don't eat or drink anything for a half hour."

"Hey," Kelso suddenly said, "What time is the party tomorrow?"

"It's not a party, it's a wake, ya dumbass," Hyde snapped. Hyde had been having less patience than usual lately, the stress of his situation and trying to keep it secret getting to him.

"Well, I'm awake, too, Hyde, and I wanna be at the party on time, jeez."

Hyde rolled his eyes, absently running his thumb across his lip as Jackie settled into his lap after setting the kit on the coffee table. He sighed through his nose, wrapping his arms around her, hoping he wasn't in too much trouble over the fight.

"And as much as we all miss Bernice, we must remember that now, she is in a much better place," The priest said, looking out at the funeral attendants the next night.

Eric sat in the front row at the very end, Hyde behind him, and Jackie to his right; Kelso sat behind Hyde, Fez to his right. Hyde glanced at the back of Eric's head, staring for a moment before slowly leaning forward, his chair lifting with the movement. "You don't hafta die to get to a better place, man, just drive fifty miles in any direction."

"Shut up," Eric immediately deadpanned, making Hyde laugh as he leaned back, settling into his chair correctly, Jackie lightly smacking his arm, making him smirk at her.

"You okay?" He asked.

"I don't know, Steven," She said, keeping her eyes forward so he couldn't get a good look at what she may be feeling, "It's just that, death is so unexpected. And we are such fragile beings, never knowing when the flame of our lives will be blown out by the wind of death."

He stared at her, caught off guard, not used to such a seriousness coming from her, and the only thing he would manage was, "What?"

She suddenly looked at him, and he knew she was fine, especially when she muttered, "I am so turned on, aren't you?"

"Okay."

"Let's go."

"Lincoln?"

"Coat room."

"Better," Hyde smirked, grabbing her hand, leading out of the main room, unnoticed by the attenders, their attention on the priest.

Jackie sighed, wrapping her arms tightly around Steven's neck when he gently grabbed her by the back of each thigh, hoisting her up against the wall of the coat room, and she locked her ankles around his waist. She had already unbuckled his belt and undid his slacks, though the pants weren't loose enough to fall, still lightly hugging his waist. A few buttons of her top were undone, along with the front clasp of her bra, giving him plenty of access to her.

She bit her lip when his mouth slid along her neck, feeling him slide her skirt up her legs. There wasn't much time for a lot of foreplay in here, especially considering they didn't want to get caught. Honestly, she had just wanted to talk to him in private about what was bothering him, and she tried to, but when he realized what she was doing, he just kept interrupting her with kisses and touches until she couldn't bring herself to push away his soft, but insistent advances.

"Steven," She tried again, "I know you don't wanna talk about it, but I just-"

He cut her off again, gently crushing his mouth against hers, and she sighed pleasurably when she felt his tongue slide along hers. This was one of the things she couldn't help but love about him; no matter how angry, upset, or desperate he was, he would still be gentle with her, never letting his emotions get the better of him when it came to her.

But, it irked her that he could distract her so easily; she was the one who was supposed to do the distracting.

She let out a soft sound when gently entered her, her fingers clutching the back of his slightly damp curls, and she shuttered when he began laying thick kisses along her chest. The pace was slow, but hard and deep, coaxing a fast orgasm from them. She felt her breathing pick up with the pace of his movements, letting out a quiet sound when he took a nipple into his mouth.

She came fast, cheek nestled into the sweat slicked crook of his neck, her hands tightening their hold on his hair. He was beginning to lose his rhythm, and his final movements coaxed the remnants of pleasure from her orgasm, feeling him come silently inside her, feeling his deep breaths slide along her exposed chest. She breathed slow and deep into the skin of his neck, feeling the usual warmth spread from her chest to rest of her body in satisfaction.

She released a happy sigh through her nose when she felt his lips slide gently along her neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms tightly around his shoulders.

Whatever. She can always try again later.

Hyde sighed when it was his turn to look at Bernice's body, wondering why the hell looking at a corpse was a part of a funeral. He glanced down, catching sight of something.

Man, I can't believe they're just gonna throw that ring away.

He glanced around before slowly lifting a hand.

"Steven!"

Dammit.

"Hey," Donna smiled as she took a seat next to Eric before she frowned, "Oh, God, you gotta black eye!"

She tried to comfort him, but only succeeded in an awkward, "It looks pretty hot."

"Well, you should see the other guy."

"Did you really lay 'em out?" Donna grinned.

"No," Eric deadpanned, "Hyde did that. What I meant was he was huge, I mean, you just shoulda seen it. Like, the fact that I even took the punch is a testament to how tough I really am."

Donna smiled, pulling him in for a warm hug. He flinched a little when she accidentally brushed his eye, but ignored it and hugged her back.

Hyde stood in front of Jackie in the line to greet Red, feeling her hands clutching his sides, Kelso in front of him.

He rolled his eyes when Kelso popped Red on the shoulder, grinning, "Hey. Pretty great funeral."

He sighed in annoyance when he reached Red, shaking his hand, "Red, I'm sorry about your mom, man." He paused before giving him a pointed look, "And I'm sorry Kelso's an idiot."

Red nodded in agreement, returning Hyde's look before turning to Jackie.

"I'm really sorry your mom died," She said, "That's, like, sad and stuff."

Behind her, Hyde slowly tilted his head back, glaring at the ceiling in an average 'really?' pose. Red simply gave her the same indulging smile he always gives Laurie, patting her on the head like one would a little girl as she turned to Hyde, hooking her arm through his as he led her from the church.

Jackie suddenly froze, her eyes widening.

Oh, God, they did it in a church!

"Hey, what's all this stuff?" Hyde asked, digging through a box of cameras, one foot resting on the edge of the open trunk of the Cruiser, Jackie standing on her tip-toes beside him, trying to see as well.

"Cameras," Red answered as he tried pushing the boxes in the trunk into place, "My dad was an amateur photographer. Had his own doc room."

"Really?" Hyde said, interest in his tone. He suddenly dropped the camera he was holding, tilting his head a little, before grabbing the box properly, walking toward Eric.

"Hey, Forman," He said, his face blank but a smirk in his tone, "You got any naked pictures of your grandma?"

"No!" Eric shouted, horrified.

Hyde glanced back at him, shoving the box into his arms, "You do now! Ha, ha!"

Jackie sighed when Steven settled into bed beside her. He was shivering slightly, probably from sitting out in the cold for the stupid joke he wanted to play on Eric.

He sighed into her neck, shifting into a comfortable position, already looking half-asleep.

She gave a small smile, running her fingers through his hair, deciding, again, to talk to him about whatever problem he had later.

She was sure it could wait.

Yay! I'm really hoping this makes up for the lack of major HJ moments in these last few chapters :)