A/N - This is a little one shot thing, I don't know how in character they are, but hey! I tried. Anyway, this is set after season 8 , in the spring of 1980 - Jakie and Fez? Oh yeah I like to ignore that ever happened, so lets all ignore it together shall we. : )

Warning: Language (I'm a bad girl)

Disclaimer: I don't own Jackie or Hyde or That 70s Show, I wish I did - but I really don't.

Songs: Move on – Abba & (Just Like) Starting Over – John Lennon

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Fly Away Together

She had been listening to Abba for over an hour now. She should be happy. She should be twirling around her room effortlessly, occasionally singing into her full length mirror with all the confidence in the world. Instead she was huddled on her bed, gaping at Björn Ulvaeus. If she squinted really hard he almost looked like Steven on the cover of this album. The real Steven. Circa 1978, with the beard and you know... a heart. Not the cold cruel bastard that currently lived in the Forman's basement.

Damn him. She couldn't even have Abba for herself any more. She sighed and shifted on her bed to a more comfortable crossed leg position, then proceeded to throw the stupid album into her trash can.

Its okay she thought; I'll just never look at my Abba posters again and then ... ah screw it.

She needed to just be over him already.

She wanted to be composed and blasé. And she is. When he's not in the same room, or, perhaps the same building.

He was just so overwhelming. Or her feelings were. As soon as he stepped into the basement her stomach dropped and her heart beat faster, but not in the butterfly- like, excited way, from last year. No this feeling was panic. She had to repress the intense desire to scramble for the door. So instead she just sat there, rigid and uncomfortable, till someone could give her enough of an excuse to peg it out the door. It was noticeable and embarrassing and she's pretty sure the group were aware how awkward it was, which just added to the humiliation of it all.

She still loved him. Despite everything that had happened in the last few months. She loved him. And the worst of it was, that if they knew, then he was bound to know too. Damn him.

He didn't deserve to know she loved him.

What did that say about her anyway, that she still thought about him every night as she lied awake. That she found herself repeating his name, in her head, just because she could. To remember him. To love him even from a distance. She had to be a nut job to love him after all their issues. But it was too late now, her hearts betrayal two and a half years old; she was stuck with it.

Stuck with awkward conversations, avoiding eye contact and praying for the world open up. This was her life, she knew that. Didn't mean she was happy about it though.

She sighed again. Staring out her window she really listened to the words, perhaps for the first time.

Like a roller in the ocean, life is motion
Move on
Like a wind that's always blowing, life is flowing
Move on
Like the sunrise in the morning, life is dawning
Move on
How I treasure every minute
Being part of it, being in it
With the urge to move on

She was also pretty sure that the songs message is “uplifting” and “happy”. Yet tears are falling and her eyes sting. What the hell is wrong with me, she thinks bitterly wiping the corner of her eyes. I'm fine. I am. So what if my high school boyfriend can't stand to be in the same room with me, I'm a Burkhart.

Exactly . She was a Burkhart. She was supposed to do great things and marry millionaires. In reality, she sweeps hair for a living. She sweeps hair for a living. And, she reasoned, it was partly his fault. She stayed here for him, to be with him, in whatever way she could, even if that hadn't involved marriage, she just wanted to spend her life with him. She stayed in this crummy town for him.

When she had left for Chicago, she had thought herself scared, of being alone, in a new city. Now she longed for the freedom, the anonymity and most importantly, the distance from him.

Yet she stayed, because, well she loved him. And whilst she wasn't afraid of anything else any more, she was afraid of leaving him. She need the knowledge he was there, like a foggy background noise, it gave her comfort, and eased her memories.

She stands up from the bed and wonders to her window. Through the imposing front gates of her estate she sees his car.

He supposed he was being a jackass. Well, that much was obvious even to him.

See, usually he didn't think about what he said and sometimes that hurt her feelings. Then he'd feel like shit.

This, well, this was different. He knew he was making her upset and he kind of enjoyed it. . . well until he felt like shit.

He guessed he wanted to make her cry. In some twisted way it satisfied him; well if she was upset with him, he reasoned, she must care.

She had to.

It was the moments when she stared right back, blank and stoic that felt the worst. She was slipping away, he could see that, he knew it was his fault but he still resented her for it.

How dare she move on when just looking at her ripped his fucking heart out. It was also he moments he felt the most proud of her.

His stupid verbal attacks, they had such power over her. Her huge eyes would sparkle with tears when he was being particularly vicious. And the more she struggled with her tears, the more he willed them to fall. He wanted her to feel like he did, he didn't really know why.

He supposed he was the last person on earth she wanted to see again. Yet day after tedious day, she came back, through he knew it killed her. He was partly relieved. But then he was kind of pissed at her too. Why the hell would she stay. What for? It couldn't even be about them any more. Their was just so much heartache and pain now, they couldn't go back. He wanted her to be her strong willed younger self and kick his ass then tell him to go to hell. The 17 year old Jackie that loved Donny Osmond may have been shallow and mouthy, but he loved her, respected her. He shrinks down meekly in his leather seat with the realisation that, yeah, he loved her more then he can bare to remember sometimes. And that he's responsible for this new Jackie. A Jackie he barely knows. And that thought scares him a little.

He reaches into his glove compartment for his cigarettes when he hears a tap on his window.

They drive in silence for a while.

Jackie has wound her window down, and is enjoying the spring breeze. It picks up the end of her hair and feels refreshing against her warm skin. She looks out across the fields of Wisconsin and heaves a contented sigh. She remembers their first spring together, how she had longed for the drive home from school. With him next to her and the wind rushing around them, she had imagined they were driving across country, driving anywhere and everywhere,- just out of Point Place; together.

Of course, she reminded herself, that was also the spring he cheated on her and broke her heart.

“Radio?” He asked, his voice gruff and unsure.

Her head jerked away from the window, pulled back into the reality of the situation. Alone in a car with Steven. Alone.

She sighs, “I thought I wasn't allowed to touch the radio” she says with slight irritation creeping in to her tone.

He rolls his eyes at his own stupidity, “yeah... well, whatever, just giving you the option.”

She shrugs, then turns the dial to the first sound she hears.

- spread our wings and fly
Don't let another day go by my love
It'll be just like starting over, starting over

Why don't we take off alone
Take a trip somewhere far, far away
We'll be together all alone again
Like we used to in the early days
Well, well, well darling

She smiles and leans out the window, content.

In the corner of her eye she can see him giving her a look, its his curious, but pleasantly pleased smile. “Lennon. Nice”

Her smiles brightens, “Thanks”

He's their the next day. This time they drive south, towards the water tower.

He seems tense, even for him. She almost asks him about it, but then remembers the distance between them now. She turns away from him again.

Suddenly the car is slowing down, and she looks at the fields around them in confusion. Wait, she thinks,”Why've we stopped?”

He yanks the parking break quickly and stares intently and directly in front of him. Jackie watches closely, mildly perturbed.

After 30 or so seconds he's flinging his door open, and walking across to open her door, as he pulls her out, her anger grows.

“What the hell! Steven, what are you doing?”

He grunts a bit before grasping her hand tightly and directing her 20 yards in front of the car. She tries not to cry with the realisation that the first time he's touched er in almost six months. He ignores how soft and right her hand feels in his.

“There” he says with a small smile, he looks at her intently with a proud little smile. She blinks at him in pure confusion.

“Where exactly?” she asks before crossing her arms over her tiny frame.

He smirks at her, as if its obvious.

“We just crossed the city border”

“-so...”

He shrugs a little, “So, were not in Point Place any more Jackie”

Her face contorts into more confusion, “So what? I walk one foot in that direction I'm right back in there again”

He looks at her slightly worried, he thought he'd been obvious, he felt nervous again and yanked off his glasses.

Oh crap, she thought, this is gonna be serious.

“I think... well I know that you feel kind of stuck in this hell hole, and I know you came back to be with me”

“-Steven do we have to rehash the past?”

“Well no, that's my point. See I know I'm a fuck-up, I know, I hurt you when all you've ever done is try to love me. But the thing is, see the thing is ...”

-the thing?” She says with her very own smirk.

“um yeah... I love you. So ...”

She continues to smirk up at him and shrugs, “I already knew that”

He gives her an irritated glance before continuing, “...Then why aren't we together pissing each other off? This alternative just -”

“-Sucks, hugely?” She says with a giggle and nods her head in agreement. “Well I think it was because you have a commitment phobia and I am way too pushy”

He grins at her, and its damn sexy. “Jackie I don't have a commitment-phobia, I was married wasn't I?”

She looks pissed again and he worries he said the wrong thing, again. “That soooooooo doesn't count – she was a stripper Steven. And besides you were in love with me so I can't say that was much of a commitment.”

“Hey that's unfair, I tried, she just wasn't...”

“...me?” She's smiling again and he feels a little relieved, “Yeah. Look if I'm honest, I kind of did the same thing.”

He smirks, “You got drunk and married a stripper?”

“No!” she says and smacks him lightly before pulling him towards the cars hood, where they sit. “Look, after our first kiss – our real first kiss, Veterans Day -I got back together with Michael, because I was scared of this, of us. I wanted something simple and convenient ..”She sighs,”Look Steven I lied, OK, I liked you,and the kiss was amazing, but I just, couldn't deal with it.”

He looks at her and feels more confused then ever, “But you practically forced him to propose, why would you do that if you didn't love him?”

She looks down at her feet as they swung over the edge of the hood, “Well, I did love him, just not in an eternal kind of way, and I thought, I dunno, I thought its what I should have wanted, I just... pretended. Which, I think, I hope is what you were doing with that slut.”

He smiles at her, its such a sweet little boy smile and she could almost cry at how relieved she is to see that look again. It had been too long.

“Fuck the past” He says with laughter in his voice and she grins at him.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck it – lets just, fuck it. Who needs it, we've both made mistakes but what does it matter if we can be happy now?”

“Yeah – wait Steven, why did you bring me out here?”

“Let's leave Point Place, together?”

“What?” The surprise clear on her face.

“This town it screws with your head, makes you think in the past. I can't keep living the same life – I'm not 16 -”

“But Steven – your record store, remember that? And what about the Foremans, they've been so god to you, to both of us-”

“Jackie, look its a chain right? I'm pretty sure as the son of the chairman, any Grooves store is fair game, and besides the Foreman's, they don't need me living in their basement forever, to be honest the longer I stay the creepier it seems, especially when Eric was away”

She looks up at him with a million dollar smile and he feel like a giant weight has been lifted from his chest, like he's breathing his first easy breath in months. She leans over and kisses his cheek gently and it feels like the softest most beautiful moment of his life.

“Well I can't be sweeping hair forever.”

The road was long and straight and she was pretty sure Steven was speeding, but it made for the perfect journey.

She glanced over at him and grinned, “When we met, did you ever think we'd end up here?”

He looked over at her and shrugged, “We'll you were hot, so I assumed we'd make out at some point...”

“Well I can't say I felt the same – you were way too dirty” she laughs a little and its the most glorious sound he's ever heard.

“I thought we weren't gonna rehash the past” he says in mild annoyance.

Her small smile was gorgeous and she nodded in concordance. “I promise”

“So ... where to?”

“Um I dunno... anywhere – oh except the south, I hate ponchos.”

He gave one loud throaty chuckle before pressing his foot down on the gas with a feeling of exuberance.

Dude thats the End - now you have to review or i'll kick your ass'

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