Disclaimer: Hyde doesn't belong to me, unfortunately.
A/N: This is a fic based on the episode "Bye Bye Basement", where Hyde returns to live in the Forman's basement after his parents leave him.
The wind whistled in Hyde's ears as he leaned against the cold brick of the Forman's house. The past few hours replayed in his head. His dad's fake sympathetic face before he told him, moving his few belongings out, walking aimlessly before relenting and hauling his stuff over to his safe-haven. Because that's what this suburban house was to him. And he admitted- this place felt more like home than living with either of his parents ever did. This was where he grew up- where he hid when trying to avoid his mother when she got into one of her moods- as in her drunken moods. This was where he punched Kelso in the eye and made Fez wear a dress and teased Eric about Donna. This was the place he turned to when he had nowhere else to go.
Like now.
He always seemed to turn up here, his meager possessions in a bag, alone. He could not seem to take those final steps into the house, though. Drumming his knuckles against the wall, Hyde wondered what his parents were doing at this moment. He imagined them laughing about him, glad to be rid of the kid. Driving down a deserted highway, getting as far away from him as they could. Probably planning to head off to some exotic place and open up shop, maybe have more kids that they wouldn't abandon. Maybe, as the car turned a corner, a sharp turn over the Rockies, perhaps. And his dad would look away from the road for a moment, to smile at his mom, so happy that they finally decided to get back together. And maybe she would give him an adoring look back, and then close her eyes to listen to some crappy Dolly Parton love song that came on the radio. The wind blowing back their hair as they sing the lyrics: off-key, but they don't care. And then when he looks away from his precious loves' face, he notices with shock that they are headed for a cliff. He slams on the brakes and they screech loudly in the silent night; his mom screams. But he is too late, and they go over. And maybe, Hyde mused, their last thoughts as they are flying through the air- headed for the pointy, jagged rocks below- their last thoughts are that they should have never left their beautiful boy. If only.
The door creaked only slightly as he pushed it open and stepped inside the basement. There were thankfully only shadows to greet him, Eric having gone to bed already. Hyde noticed an old watch on the table and read the time- ten after midnight. The whole house was probably sleeping peacefully by now. Peacefully unaware of the vagrant crashing in their basement.
Hyde easily found his old stash, hidden good and tight in his old room. He went through the lot of it before falling into a fitful sleep.
A/N: Short, I know. I wrote this awhile ago, though, and I just wanted to post it. I'll probably write more eventually. Maybe turn it into a full blown story, if this gets reviewed.