Point Place Siren

AvalonReeseFanFics

A/N: I've been watching a lot of That 70's Show and I really like the idea of Hyde with someone other then Jackie because she's a horrible person so here it is. I hope it's still interesting.

Chapter 1: Song Spell

It had been a long night of drinking and smoking... you know... the good stuff. Hyde and his gang had taken the party out to the woods that surrounded Point place. They hotboxed Kelso's van and they had planned to sit out under the stars and contemplate the vastness of the universe but Hyde had needed to pee and strayed from the group. Now he was wandering through the trees not certain what it was he left for in the first place.

So he was giggling and swaying with the wind in the trees staring at the stars dancing with him through the branches. And that's when the music hit him. This beautiful ethereal singing that was floating through the forest and calling to him, making him follow it.

He had no idea what the words were, he didn't recognize the song, but he knew that whatever it was it was beautiful and he had to find it. So instead of peeing he was walking as fast as his high little legs could take him trying to find who the music belonged to.

He found himself by one of Point Place's many little lakes. The moon was high in the sky, the moon light bouncing off the lake. The singing was gone and everything was calm and quiet. He searched the area looking for any sign of where the song had come from and heard the rippling of water.

In slow motion a girl surfaced from the water, wearing absolutely nothing. The fact that she had no clothes on wasn't the most important part—though it was very important that she had an amazing rack—what was most important was the fact that as she resurfaced with her eyes closed she was singing to herself. The music was hers.

She was walking towards the shore just as he was walking towards the water line, he was ankle deep in water, he felt the water filling in his boots but he didn't care. The woman had stopped, her long blonde hair lay in soaked cascades down her back, her skin was creamy and flawless. Her emerald green eyes met his and then both of them were frozen. He could hear his heart beating so hard he swore it could start an earthquake.

Her eyes searched his, her song gone, she seemed afraid and he guessed that her teeth were chattering because she was wet and cold. He shrugged his brown leather jacket off and took a step forward so he could drape it over her shoulders. In his slow mind he realized that his mouth had been open this entire time.

Once his jacket touched her shoulders the girl wrapped the jacket around her and the gloriousness of her body was lost to him but he couldn't care less. Her eyes, those giant orbs were as green as the summer in the forest and he was lost to them and this sudden burning desire to kiss her. It was almost as if she read his mind because she moved the distance between he and her getting up on her tippy toes and pressing her lips against his, her body molding to his hot and hard one.

He could have easily gotten to second base but his hands didn't dare venture under his own coat to find her silky skin. Instead he held her shivering form close to his chest, his hands were firmly planted at her back above the jacket certain that if he let her go he'd lose her that she'd vanish as quickly as she had appeared. He let her tongue find its way into his mouth, he let her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, one hand on his shoulder the other above his heart. She kissed him until it all went black, and when he woke up the next morning, his feet were cold and damp, and the girl, his wallet and his jacket were gone.

His friends didn't believe him and sometimes, late at night Stephen Hyde even doubted himself. It made sense in his mind, sometimes, to believe that he had dreamed up the beautiful blonde with the soulful green eyes that gave him the best kiss of his life and then stolen his jacket and wallet and possibly his heart while she was at it. His friends were probably right, he probably hallucinated in the woods, and passed out leaving him a prime target for any thief, hobo or punk to just steal his stuff.

But on those empty nights, where all he had but time to think about that one perfect moment froze still in the memories of his mind, he could feel her. He could feel the burning her touch had left under his skin, the itch it left in his fingers, that longing that had settled in his heart. He needed to see her again, he needed to have her close to him, hold her just one more time. He didn't care how, or what he'd have to sell to do it, he just had to see her again.

So he spent more time then he was willing to admit at that lake waiting for a chance to see her again, wondering if he had to get high to see her. What if she was a wood nymph, a creature of magic, drawn out only during the full moon from the lake? WHAT IF SHE WAS A MERMAID?! No I siren would make more sense with the way her angelic voice had called him to her.

So a week and a half later Hyde was at the lake again. He had stopped smoking up before he came here, he needed his wits about him if he was going to catch a siren in the woods. He had been waiting a long time, almost the whole night, he was tired to the bone, and he wanted to sleep. Disappointment tugged at him, he mentally berated himself for believing he could have happiness as deep as what Forman had found with Donna.

He was getting ready to climb back into his El Camino, to drive back to the Forman's so he could sleep the day away in the basement room they let him live in pretending that he was happy when he wasn't going to ever be happy if he didn't have this girl with him when he heard it again. That song, the same one from that night, drifted through the air like a siren's call.

Say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress...

She was singing again, but this time she wasn't at the lake, she was somewhere else but she was somewhere close. But most importantly he had to find her, to prove to himself and to everyone else if possible that she was in fact real. Good God if he was hallucinating this too he would never do drugs again. If she was a siren she was taking him down into the water with her because he wasn't leaving without her.

Hyde took off without a second thought racing through the trees following the song. Fear had gripped him, was he dreaming this too, was this all some trick? Would that amazing girl be there or was she just a figment of his imagination?

Hyde stopped at a clearing, his breath running ragged, his chest heaving, he was a little light headed and embarrassed that he had gotten that badly out of shape. But there she was, across from him. She was wearing a faded hunter green day dress with a pleated skirt and an empire waist. The dress ran up to her neck, but there were no sleeves leaving her shoulders bearing her practically glowing skin and his jacket was still on her, hanging off of one shoulder. She was twirling through the flowers singing her song, dancing with the fireflies as if she were one with the forest, as if she were the human embodiment of a unicorn and just as rare.

She turned and time froze once more. She caught sight of Hyde standing across from her and he could have sworn a smile broke on her face. Then, as quickly as before, she turned and ran from the clearing. It didn't take long for Hyde to snap back to life, with a jolt he found himself sprinting across the clearing even though he hadn't quite caught his breath from before. He followed her, the dash of silvery-white blonde flashing through the trees, desperate to catch her, to feel her skin against his, to make sure she was real.

It took all his strength and will power to catch and even then he figured she let him. He was an arm's length away from her when she suddenly rounded on him. He had forced himself to slide to a stop so he wouldn't run her right over. Still she ended up in his arms again, sober this time he could tell for certain that she was in fact a real girl. She was breathless herself, but smiling up at him. Hyde didn't wait, he slammed his lips down at hers, certain he had wanted to be soft and gentle, but he had gotten too desperate to make that a possibility. She let him though and there really was no turning back once she opened to him.

His hands roughly pushed his jacket aside, anchoring at her hips so he could pull her closer. She once again had a hand on his shoulder, but this time her second hand was at his back, he was pretty sure she had hooked a finger in one of his belt loops. Before he knew what he was doing he had her up against the nearest tree. One of her legs hooked around his waist and his couldn't keep himself from grinding against her to feel every inch of her, to memorize her body while his hand trailed the softness of the bare skin of her legs. With a few expert moves he could have found a way to be inside her, and while the thought definitely crossed his mind he wouldn't do that to her. This girl deserved something more than a rough tumble against a tree, she deserved to be wooed in some fancy hotel draped in silk, rose petals and fancy ass champagne.

She pulled his head away from hers and Hyde found himself breathlessly whispering: "I'm not letting you go this time."

She smiled at him, and opened her mouth letting loose this other worldly voice, the one that had been haunting him at all hours of the day.

Say you'll see me again even if it's just pretend...

And then, while he was dazzled and dazed by her voice, she slipped out from his grip, dodging to the side before he could grab her and taking off once more. This time when she dashed off into the trees Hyde lost her, he chased her all the way through the forest until he came across the clearing where he had found her again. Hyde turned in a million circles desperate to find even one last glimpse of her, or any clue to where she had gone.

But once again the girl and his jacket were gone. The disappointment welled up in his chest as the sun peaked above the horizon and he forced himself to let go of his quest to find her and headed back to his car angry that he had found her again and lost her just as quick. He knew he'd be back here in the following night to find her again he wasn't going to give up not now that he knew for sure that she was real.

When he got back to the car he realized that something was in his back pocket. Hyde pulled out his wallet, the one he was pretty sure his mystery fantasy girl had stolen, and found all his cards in tact but the cash he had gotten from Leo that day had been replaced with dried wild flowers.

Maybe she really was some kind of forest siren.

Even finding the girl sober wasn't enough to prove to his friends that this girl actually existed. None of them had seen her so obviously Hyde was making it up. Still, every time he went searching at that clearing, which was every day and every night for the last week he never brought them with him. Yeah sure, bringing them and then finding her again would prove that she did in fact exist but what if she was naked in the lake again? Call him crazy but this little siren girl was all his and none of his friends were going to be seeing her naked.

They had been sitting in the basement together, watching TV and fooling around like they usually did. Kelso, Fez and the girls had all gone home by now leaving just him and Eric in the basement.

Hyde got up, shrugging his second favourite jacket on, preparing to go out once again to go looking for her.

Eric was laughing at him. "You're really going out, in this weather to look for a figment of your imagination at the lake?" he asked him.

Yes it was raining pretty hard, the first time since he had met the girl, officially ending the drought warnings that everyone was rambling on about. Yeah it was crappy weather and he didn't want to go out in it, but if his girl was out in the woods today he'd want to see her singing and dancing in the rain. Hell he'd want to dance with her even if he did catch his death, it would be worth it if he saw her again.

"She's not a fantasy, man," Hyde told him for the millionth time. "I was sober last time. I felt her, every inch of her. She not in my mind so shut up!"

Eric stood up, concern etched onto his thin and pointy face. "Look, Steven," he started and Hyde knew that this was going to be the feel-good lecture of a lifetime. Nothing manly ever came out of Forman's mouth when he called Hyde by his first name. "I'm worried about you. We're all worried about you. We're worried that you've lost your mind over this, this girl who may or may not be real. Maybe, maybe you should wait a bit. Maybe she'll find you, you know... or you'll find someone who's real."

"Look... Forman!" Hyde started. He meant to tell his friend off. Remind him that he had found this girl when he was sober, he had purposely felt for her pulse as he groped his girl and it was there. She was as real as day, as him and stupid twitchy Forman. But something distracted him, something soft and out of place. "Stop... wait... listen!"

He and Eric fell silent and in that silence they both heard it. The distinct sound of coughing, soft, little feminine coughing. Hyde stalked to the door, the one that lead to the outside world, the side door and ripped it open. The person on the other side was staring up at the stairs, the overhang from the house was keeping her dry but even from where he was standing Hyde could see that she was soaked through and through. Most importantly it was his girl, the supposed fictional one. Hyde waved Eric over and the two stared at the girl who had their back to them.

Her long blonde hair was plastered to Hyde's brown leather coat and had caught several leaves, she was still in the green dress that he could see was plastered in mud stains. Her ankle boots had lost most of their tassels and were also covered in mud and grass stains. She was cold and shivering he could see the goose bumps on her bare legs. She was far from other worldly, she was plainly human having lost all her magic qualities and this sort of disappointed Hyde. He almost contemplated shutting the door because he was afraid he couldn't live with the girl if she didn't live up to the fantasy that he made up in his head.

"Uh... hello?" Eric asked and the girl whirled around.

Her eyes found Hyde's and his breath caught. Those green eyes were the same they held that same magic he remembered and his disappointment and fear left him. Her eyes shifted between he and Eric, her pale face had an unhealthy red tinge to it that made Hyde's eyebrows furrow together with concern that he didn't like to show.

"I... I..." she stammered. "I have nowhere else to go..."

She suddenly started coughing, the sound heart wrenching to Hyde's ears. She crumpled into his jacket as she coughed, each one wracking her body and shaking her chest. Then without another word, she promptly collapsed right in front of them.

Bonus points to anyone who knows the song she's singing. Reviews make me happy!