Author's Note: Sorry for the long, over exaggerated wait for the next chapter. I dunno exactly how long it's been but you probably thought I died or something. Anyway, I'm trying to get back on track with all the other stories I've been working on and this is actually the first story I've updated in a long while.

Incase you're thinking, "What the hell is going on?" due to the fact that I haven't updated in a long time, the chapter begins when Casey and Donna break up. I didn't want to recap the whole thing because if you watched the show (which you must have) then you obvious know what happened. So enjoy everyone!

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Chapter Five
Alone in the Basement

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Why was this happening? He swore he loved her, yet here he was, sitting next her on the Forman's living room couch, saying how it just wasn't going to work out. It was bad enough it hurt but to say it in front of everyone…it was humiliating.

And Eric…Eric got exactly what he wanted.

"Donna…" he hesitated. "I'm so sorry."

She turned her gaze upon him, looking astonished. She felt like screaming at him; she was so angry. He had been right all along and it pained her to admit it. Even as he stood there with his apology, she just knew in between each letter was a big fat jump of glee. He knew he was right and couldn't wait to rub it in her face. Yeah well, he could just take his fake-ass apology and shove it up his fucking ass, as far as she was concerned. She made this point very blunt with a quick obscene hand gesture.

She jumped up and ran into the kitchen.

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It had been a week since the little blowout at the Forman's occurred. Eric sat on his bed, the bottle of proscription pills in his hand. He stared down at them, transfixed. His mind wound back to that night's event afterwards the incident with Casey and Donna.

He had sat in the basement when a distraught Donna had entered looking for his comfort. She begged to get back together and hurt that she thought of him only as a rebound, he pushed her away.

Now he was feeling like he made a complete mistake.

He untwisted the cap to the proscription bottle, popping it open, and spilled three into his hand. Eric quickly shoved them into his mouth, pulling back his head to swallow them without any water. They went down with a hard lump but he managed to get them down with slight ease. He remembered the first time he tried to swallow three at once; he nearly choked but now it seemed in his desperate attempted to take as much as he dared, he was getting better.

Eric let out a sigh as he fixed his gaze once again upon the bottle of pills, debating whether he should take more. That decision was decided for him when a gentle knock appeared from the other side of his bedroom door. Startled, he fumbled to screw the cap back on. However, he was so taken aback that in the mist of his rushing, he turned the cap to fast and it toppled over and fell to the ground. It instantly rolled under his bed the second it collided with his carpeted floor.

"Shit…" he muttered, sliding off the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees just as another knock erupted from the other side of the door. "Oh fuck…just a second." The hand that didn't contain the bottle slipped under the end of his bed; Eric groped over the carpet in search of the cap.

He heard a sigh escape from the person who stood at his door.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck." He continued to whisper as he, unaware of doing so, missed the cap by a fingertip.

"Eric…" came Donna's teary voice. "If you don't want to open the door…it's okay." There was a pause as Eric suddenly stopped his search; however, he didn't take his hand out from under the bed. His eyes shifted to the side of his head as if to look at his bedroom door behind him, waiting to see if she said anymore. "It's just…" another sigh escaped her lips and she found it hard to continue, mostly because she thought he was still angry at her. "I just wanted to…apologize…for how I've been acting." Pause.

Not really looking for the proscription cap any longer, Eric took his hand out from underneath the bed; in doing so, he grazed over the cap and, relieved, snatched it up with haste. After all, you always did find what you were missing when you actually stopped looking for it. This time he made sure too carefully screw the cap back on. As he shot up and rushed over to his dresser, Donna managed to find her voice again. "I really didn't mean to treat you like a rebound, Eric. I'm so sorry."

Eric pulled his bedroom door open and was met with a distraught looking Donna. She had tears running down her cheeks and the instant the door opened, she looked up with blurry eyes to meet a stern looking Eric. His stern look quickly washed away and was replaced with grief and sympathy. He wasn't strong enough. He already felt like he made a mistake by not taking her back but he thought he could withstand the temptation she always brought. He was wrong. Behind a closed door, he could fight it but now that they were face to face, he seemed to be already giving in to her. Honestly, he couldn't figure out if she was for real or if she was just playing it up for attention.

"Donna…" He whispered. His hand suddenly went up and he softly rested it on the side of her face. As he began too gently wipe away her tears with his thump, she placed her hand on his bonny wrist. Before either of them knew what was happening, Eric slowly leaned in. He planted a soft kiss on her lips. As they broke apart, Eric didn't move away. Instead, he rested his forehead on hers. His eyes closed, he said, "I wanted to you see what a creep he is, Donna. I'm just sorry you had to find out like this."

"I should have listened to you."

Eric didn't answer. Instead he responded by putting a hand on her waist. He was trying so hard not to give in but she was rapidly defeating him. He had already kissed her and he could still feel that soft, penetrating kiss, the warmth of her lips, and the way she made him forget everything around him with a single touch.

Consummating was coming and he could feel the urge tingling up his body as his hand traveled under her shirt and up toward her bra. Just before he reached the edge of it, Eric wrapped his hand around to her back, forcing her to step further into his room. He reached behind her slightly and closed his door with an effortless push. It let out a sound to indicate it was latched just as Eric unhooked her bra. He suddenly stumbled backward as Donna planted her lips on his, forcing them both toward Eric's bed.

Consummating was already here.

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Eric came rushing down the stairs of the basement, a grin pastured on his handsome face. He stopped at the bottom, waiting for Hyde to turn around.

Hyde sat on the couch, watching TV. He knew it was Eric; he could just tell by the sound of his footsteps. "What now, Forman?" he asked, also fully aware of the sick smirk glued to his best friend's face; he determined this because of his excited fast-pace down the stairs.

"Oh nothing…" but he continued to grin. He finally headed for Hyde's chair and plopped down on it. Hyde continued to stare at the television screen even after Eric fixed his eyes on him.

Hyde's jaw tightened and he shifted his weight on the couch, trying not to get angry. "Knock it off with that stupid leer, Forman, before I kick you in your nads."

"Donna and Casey broke up."

What?

Hyde turned to face Eric for the first time, looking stunned. He could careless if they were together or not but if they really weren't, he knew exactly what that meant…

Eric didn't have to say it.

"S-so…." was all Hyde could manage to get out. "D-d-does that like mean…?"

Eric nodded and Hyde looked away.

"What?" Eric asked, the happy expression wiped from his face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Arms crossed, he stared at the television screen blankly.

"You don't sound happy that were back together."

That's because I'm not…

"No, no. I am." Eric shot him a skeptical look. "WOULD YOU SHUT UP, FORMAN!" Hyde suddenly bellowed. "I'm not going to jump around with joy and start acting like a fucking maniac like you! I said I was happy for you. Take it or leave it!"

Eric said no more. Instead, he simply got up and headed for the backdoor.

"Where are you going?"

No answer.

In anger, Hyde suddenly got up, practically gliding over to Eric, and grabbed his slender wrist.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he shouted as Hyde spun him around. "Let go!"

What was he doing? Hyde didn't know. He was so angry and he hated himself for treating Eric this way. Letting his anger get the best of him, Hyde suddenly pushed Eric into the backdoor.

Eric's back hit the doorknob. Before he could recover and move, Hyde, again, was on him faster than Fez could lock himself in the bathroom to fondle himself. It was as if Hyde had fallen into one of his fantasies. However, unlike them, this was very real. Hyde took his shades from his face—as if to invite Eric to gaze into this broken, hurt soul—and threw them on the couch where they safely bounced on the cushion for a second; he stared into Eric's transfixed eyes and leaned in slowly. His mouth barely inches away from Eric's, Hyde suddenly stopped.

Eric could feel his breath dance around his lips, penetrating him. He stood frozen in between the door and Hyde, no longer comprehending a thing that was happening.

Hyde also stood frozen, uncertain of what he was doing even. He quickly recovered and picked up again. His slightly open mouth not even an inch away from Eric's ajar one, and he eyes still staring into Eric's hypnotized gaze, Hyde began to unbutton Eric's shirt, starting with the bottom. It was open in no time and he could feel Eric's tense body against his.

Hyde gently trickled his fingers over Eric's ribs. His side immediately recoiled at the sudden tough and he tensed even more, if that was possible; Hyde knew he had just found his ticklish spot.

He then gently traveled up Eric's chest with the tips of his fingers and tenderly went over his nipple with his thumb. As Hyde mouth got closer to Eric's, he could tell by the look on his face that Eric wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but here.

Eric still did not know what was going on. Every time he tried to move, his muscles would tense up more, making movement impossible.

Before their lips could tough, Hyde took his mouth away from Eric's. Instead, he softly kissed his neck, slowly traveling over to the nipple he once so carefully grazed over. Hyde suddenly placed his mouth on Eric's erect nipple and the expression on Eric's face clearly stated he was going to cry. He could feel Hyde's tongue and then the gentle touch of his teeth.

"Eric!" Red's voice suddenly called from the top of the stairs. "I though I told you—"

—Hyde quickly removed himself from Eric and hurried to the couch on instinct. Eric, on the other hand, was out the door faster than Laurie making-it at a frat-house.

"—to clean out the garage?" Red finished down to the middle of the stairs and poked his head around the wooden post.

"H-he-he's not here, Mr. Forman." Hyde said with a shaky voice, his arms crossed over his chest. He faced the television screen; however, his eyes went to the side of his head as if trying to see Red without turning around. He was scared. After all, who wouldn't be? The father of your best friend—the only person you actually consider to be a father figure—just almost caught you fiddling with his son!

As if hearing the guilt and mischief in Hyde's voice, Red suddenly let out, "Are you stoned!?"

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