Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo

My, my, I tried to hold you back but you were stronger
Oh yeah, and now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight
And how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you

And how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo

Jackie groaned and slammed her palms down on the wood of her desk. She was giving the word processor in front of her a glare that could send a grown man running for cover. The damn machine just glared back at her. Or at least, it seemed like it was glaring. What it was really doing was sticking every time she tried to type the letter 'E.' And damn it, there were a lot of Es to type. She pushed it experimentally a few times, watching as it suddenly burst into life, leaving a trail of crooked Es in its wake. She groaned in frustration again. Now she would have to retype the whole page. She needed one of those new computers, but they were so big and so expensive. Maybe if this play did well, she could get it. Not that she and Steven weren't getting by. They were doing very well in the money department. But recent developments in her personal life made her think twice before spending money on herself. She whipped the paper out of the offending object and stood up, looking into the recesses of the machine. Great, she had no idea how to fix it. She sat back down, dangerously close to pouting, and glared at it again.

"Hey baby," a voice from the doorway brought her back to earth. She swiveled in the chair and saw Steven Hyde walking into the den.

"Hey," he raised his eyebrows at her. He could always tell when she was upset. The tone of her voice gave her away. That and her eyes. They always betrayed her naked emotions.

"Stupid thing not working again?" he asked and sat a mug down on the desk in front of her. She took the hot chocolate appreciatively, giving the love of her life a smile.

"It never works when I need it to. I was on such a role too," she blew on her cup to cool the liquid down. Steven pulled the word processor over to him and began fiddling with it.

"You're almost done, doll, don't give up." he flipped it open and began tinkering.

"I just wanted to finish it tonight. Early tonight." she sat the cup down and watched him.

"Why early?" he asked without looking up.

"Well you know…it's Donna and Eric's anniversary…" she kept her smile in check.

"Yeah, five years now. That doesn't explain why." he looked up at her briefly.

"Well, that's also the night where a certain sexy someone carried me up to my room and serenaded me." she had his attention now.

"Is it now?" he played along, pretending to be focusing all of his attention on fixing the processor. "And what exactly came of this serenade?"

"Well," she stood up and moved closer to him, "he made me realize how much I was still in love with him."

"And…" his lips were turned up at the corners just slightly.

"And," she continued, leaning down and whispering seductively in his ear, "he almost had me break my vow of celibacy."

"But you didn't. You made him wait for a year." he was leaning in very close to her now and setting what he had been working on back on the desk, his task forgotten.

"I did," she confirmed, "but I wanted to thank him for waiting so long, and for the gorgeous wedding he gave me. And for almost four years of pure bliss…" she lowered herself onto his lap. "But you know, the thing is broken so-" she began to stand up. His hands latched onto her hips, holding her in place.

"You could always thank me now and finish typing later." he suggested lowly.

"I could. But I don't want to get behind…it's so much work." she knew she was teasing him, but she didn't care. He would get her back later.

"I'll help you." his breath was warm on her ear and he began kissing up her neck.

"Well…if you promise you'll help…" Steven didn't answer her, but captured her lips in a fiery kiss. Jackie allowed herself to get lost in her husband. They had been married for almost four years now, four blissful years. He wasn't perfect, and neither was she, but they balanced each other out. Together, they were complete. They had started dating again immediately after leaving Hawaii. Hyde had moved to Chicago to be with her, expanding the chain of store his father let him own to the Chicago area. They didn't live together. Jackie was determined to make their relationship about more than sex; living together would have been torture. But he lived near her, and they traded off who made dinner every night, spending most of their time off work together. And 6 months in, Hyde decided he couldn't take it anymore and proposed. It wasn't traditional; he proposed to her while she was sitting on the hood of his car while visiting Eric and Donna. But it was in the exact place as their first kiss in Point Place. He had confessed that he had lied that night when he said he hadn't felt anything. He said he always felt for her, and always would. And then Jackie had started crying and said yes. And so, they planned their wedding, got married in Point Place and decided to move back. Jackie had worked her way to producer, meaning she was behind the scenes, and decided to start a show in Point Place.

And the honeymoon? They went to New York, but let's just say they didn't see to much outside of the hotel room. It had been a long time since they were together. They had lost time to compensate for.

Hyde was considering compensating some more when a noise in the hall caused he and his wife to pull apart. Jackie stood up, just in time, because their three-year old daughter was standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes.

"Momma, daddy? I couldn't sleep." her dark, curly hair was mussed and her bright blue eyes were still half closed.

"I'll get her." Steven stood up and swooped their daughter into his arms, kissing Jackie on top of the head. "I fixed the thing. Keep working, I'll be right back." Jackie smiled as he carried away their daughter to tuck her in. She knew she had a good half hour before he came back. He was going to tell Layla a story before he put her to bed, of this Jackie was sure. Her husband was such a pushover when it came to Layla. The little girl had shattered his Zen into a million pieces, but she knew Steven was happier then he had ever been. So was she.

She sat back down to her work and began typing the final scene. She lost herself in the plot. It was the story of her and Steven, with some major liberties taken. All of their friends, and now family, were included, with fake names of course. She smiled. They were all doing great. Laurie and Fez had defied the universe and were married again, and already were working on baby number three. Donna and Eric had a child; Eric was teaching and Donna was a journalist. Kelso and Brooke had gotten had gotten back together when Pam had decided to permanently reside in Hawaii. Her mother and her talked on occasion, and she had even managed to visit her granddaughter occasionally. They all still lived close to one another, and their kids all played together.

Life was nearly as perfect as it got. And she just finished the play! She pulled the last sheet out and added it to the large pile next to her, then inserted a clean piece of paper. She hit a few keys slowly and with purpose, delighted to find that the Es now worked. She would have to thank Steven later. She continued typing, then stopped and leaned back.

Mamma Mia!

An ABBA musical

by Jackie Hyde

She smiled. It was done. She loved seeing her name like that, combined with his. She was no longer a Burkhart. She was a Hyde. And she was happy that way. Steven walked back into the room and kissed her.

"You finished?" he asked, sitting in the chair to her right. "But I was going to help you," he fake whined.

"You did by fixing the stupid thing and by putting our little princess to bed. Did you tell her a story?" Jackie stood up and moved back to sit in his lap. She ran her fingers through his curls, knowing he loved the feeling.

"The one of how we got married." he responded. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.

"You're such a pushover. She gets you to tell her that story almost every night." Jackie smiled at how adorable the two of them were. Layla was such a daddy's girl.

He smiled and opened his baby blues, locking them on hers. "Well, don't tell, but it's my favorite too." Jackie smiled brightly at him.

"Same here," she whispered, kissing him.

"About what we were talking about earlier…" he said when they broke apart a few minutes later. "Still up for it?"

"Oh yeah. Let's go make Layla a brother." Hyde grinned and picked her up, practically running down the hall to the bedroom.

Oh yeah. Life was very good.

Life was great.

A/N: And there you have it folks! I hope it was to your liking. Obviously I took some liberties anf broke a little away from the play, but I thought it made more sense that way. I want to thank everyone who reviewed and made this story a lot more fun to write. Thank you all!