A/N: What a long, strange, ride it's been. It's been forever since I've posted, and not for lack of trying. I just kinda had writer's block until this came into my head. I know, I hate me too. I'm just throwing salt on the wound here, but it really intrigued me to know what was going through Hyde's head in this episode (Nobody's Fault But Mine.) Sorry if this isn't your cup of tea, I promise the next chapter will be the reconciliation as it should've been. Anyway, try to enjoy~

He wanted to hurt her. In the worst way. The tears he refused to shed stung his eyes. He was so stupid. So stupid to think that she could ever let him go. Steven Hyde was no one, no one to her compared to Michael Kelso. His chest hurt, he could have a heart attack. He was driving fast and recklessly. He couldn't stop picturing them. Flashes of memories, both real and fabricated distracted him from the road so much he nearly ran over a median. Every kiss he'd ever witness between Jackie and Kelso, every hug and fight. Every shallow comment and look that trespassed between the two; he could never give her that, he could never top that.

It burned him to know that they were there, together, being alone like they had before, again. It was inevitable that everything would come rushing back to them too, all the memories, like it had to him, but even moreso. They had, what seemed to Hyde, a lifetime of memories, intimate moments shared. He'd tried to rip them out of her mind. He'd made her see how bad he'd been to her, he tried to supplant them with new experiences, with being completely the opposite of what Kelso had been. Nothing worked apparently. She'd always run back to him.

"Stupid cheerleader," he grunted angrily as his eyes swept the backlot of the hotel where he worked, looking for an empty spot. "Fucking airheaded bitch." He spat. He was trying to direct every insult he had at her, to channel his anger toward her, so he wouldn't explode, but he was really angry with himself for being so hurt. He wanted to scream, to break something. He wasn't even sure what he was doing here. When he saw them all he thought about was getting away. Suddenly he'd been driving, making familiar turns that led him all the way here. He pulled into an empty spot quickly, not bothering to park straight. His chest was heaving, he hit the steering wheel with both hands. He jumped out the car quickly and slammed the door, he needed a hit.

When he got there Roy was already starting to cook appetizers for the nurse convention. He was about an hour early for his shift but he went and changed into his clothes, maybe some work would clear his head. It was no use, he kept thinking about it, he kept talking about it. Slamming pans and pots wasn't helping, after about an hour or so, he went out to the events room in search for beer.

He spotted Kitty at the bar, he made his way over to her, maybe she could give him some motherly advice, or a hug. Just a few minutes of conversation revealed she was completely hammered. Steven gripped his beer a little harder. She wasn't going to help, and venting to her was just making him more angry all over again. He decided to head back and go to his plan A, pot.

It was then, when he was making his way back to the kitchen, that he spotted her. The forbidden fruit. She came over to talk to him and he let her lead him away, into the room she was staying. When she opened the door and led him inside he began to talk, she quickly cut him off.

"Shh.. no, no baby, when I said let's talk about it, I meant let our bodies, do the talking." She quickly slammed her lips into him. Then her body followed, chest pressing to his stomach, she was short. He swallowed the guilt. He began kissing her back harshly. He tossed aside the sunglasses, and her hat went flying. He didn't want to look at her face, so when they broke the kiss he threw her on the bed. He disposed of his uniform shirt. All he was picturing was Jackie. Kelso throwing Jackie on his bed. He joined her on the bed, he was on top of her, kissing her neck. She moaned. He hated it. He went to kiss her again, to stop her from making noises. She smelled like alcohol and heavy perfume.

His hands were pawing her roughly, going up and down her body, trying to cleanse them of the last time he had touched Jackie. It was just this morning. He ripped open her dress. There was no turning back now. He removed her pantyhose and underwear in one swop. She unzipped his pants. His chest constricted. All the pain from earlier came rushing back as he slammed into her, none too gently. She squealed in surprise and delight. She was already so gone, she barely noticed when his hands crept up her chest to wrap themselves around her throat. He didn't squeeze at first, but when she didn't protest he began to put a little pressure as he pounded harder and harder into her. He saw her begin choking. He let go, grabbed on to the bed frame instead. He was so focused on the pressure building in his head that he didn't even notice her orgasm; he just kept pounding, it was like he was alone, punching a wall.

He pulled out before he finished, dumping his load on the bed, on the floor, it didn't really matter to him. Hyde rolled off her and passed out almost immediately.

He woke up with a pounding headache, he didn't even have that much to drink but he felt hungover. He kicked off the tangled sheets and ran to the small bathroom. He took a leak and almost immediately after puked his guts out. He looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't feel any better, if anything, he felt worse, the gut-wrenching guilt couldn't be swallowed back this time. He stoned his features as he felt a gentle knock come. He gave himself one more second before he opened the door, he gave her a passive smile that came out like a grimace as he walked out of the bathroom and she walked in.

She closed the door and he heard the water running as she washed her face. He had to get out of there. He found his clothes laying all around the hotel room. He threw his shirt back on,slipped on his uniform smock, not bothering to button it up. He heard the door pop open, and she leaned on the door frame; they looked at each other, they both knew what this was, a meaningless, angry, one-night stand. She crossed her arms for a minute and sighed. She walked over to him. She was now in a fluffy white hotel robe.

"I think you should get going now," she said in her cool airy voice. Hyde just nodded and put his sunglasses on. She led him to the door and as he was leaving, she leaned in for a slight peck on his cheek. He didn't turn around when she closed the door, and continued walking.