Okay! So this is a very...trying new story of mine...one that will definetly be updating rather slowly. I really have been wanting to get one of these Jackie/Hyde stories because I absolutely LOVE JH. But... I also have another PJO story going on...AND, this isn't exactly my only account...soooo...yea.
Anyways, heres one for the fans :)
I don't own That 70's Show.
Luv- JH-hollyberry:)
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A hum of indifference elicited from the searching man's lips, as he continued to finger through the shelved records, flipping them to the side after reading their titles to verify the order and placement. While alphabetizing records wasn't his favorite passing time, it was better than other various jobs he was sure he would hate.
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Lips twitched into a pleased grin, an appreciative grunt rumbling his throat at the familiar printed lettering 'Led Zeppelin' on the cover. It remained tucked between the other 'L' albums, and held a high regard as being his favorite band for many long years, the familiar tunes having been a constant in his youthful years.
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Continuing to paw through the stacked section, Steven Hyde, owner and now CEO of W.B's record store Grooves, tapped his foot to the music that sounded from a small radio sitting high up on the shelf above his desk, 'The Rolling Stones' lyrics filling the room with a steady rock rhythm.
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As the song finished, fading it's final note to a paused quiet, a familiar voice crackled from the speaker, "Alright everyone! Again, that number was a hit selected from fans favorite, The Rolling Stones, Sympathy for the Devil; givin' to you by Hot Donna!"
Hyde snorted at the peppy tone of his old friends voice, the enthusiasm fed to fans for show. A sizzle followed her usual catchphrase, as well as the usual excitement of it's likeness to bacon.
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Things had been well for the former basement gang in the year of 1982. Donna, continued to run her own DJ company as 'Hot Donna', also continuing her on-off again relationship with Randy, who still obsessed over his hair.
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Kelso, the basement's pretty boy, married the hot librarian Brooke, currently residents of Chicago and raising his daughter Betsy. He continued his career as a cop, and while he mellowed out with passing years, his head still seemed empty with air.
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Eric...was a mystery. Hyde had last seen and/or heard from his favorite geek seven months previous to the present date. After returning from Africa, the young Star Wars fan had found nothing was as he had left. In fact, the entire gang was broken. With no warm welcome in waiting, he disappeared, leaving in his wake worried friends, a grieving blonde DJ, and a nervous wreck of a mother.
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Fez, the candy-addict foreigner, still remained unsettled. While his relationship status upgraded, job hunting continued to be a dilemma. Though it did not seem to faze the happy man, who was making up for years of loneliness from being single, to dating the sweet girl, Sarah, who just so happened to work at the Sugar Shack.
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Steven chuckled to himself as he reminisced memories spent with his old friends, happy with the outcome of the burnouts of the basement. His years of youth had been filled with tainting, yet thrilling experiences, and the only gash of the past that ended without closure was...
Nope. Stop thinking, he mentally berated himself, and continued to flip through the records, sorting them into their appropriate order.
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"Excuse me, Sir? Are you the owner of this place?"
Hyde halted in his lost thoughts and busy hands, turning to see a young gentleman with a square shoulder jacket and determined hazel eyes, shifting nervously as he stood with fidgeting fingers.
Steven arched a brow above the rim of his brown lenses. "Yup. That's me. What can I do for you?" he offered casually, the stereotypical service line rolling of his tongue with ease.
The anxious teen smiled politely, "I've been searching for a record store that holds a specific album that just recently came out, but everywhere I've been, they're already sold out. Do you think you could help me?"
The basement burnout shrugged, "Sure man, I just got a new box of the latest hits sitting in the back. Just give me a name and I can go check it for you," he relayed, gesturing with a nod to the back of the building.
Relief flooded the hopeful teen's eyes, gasping out his gratefulness, "oh man thanks! I have been looking everywhere, but the record is going so fast I can barely keep up!"
Becoming slowly irritated, Hyde sighed with a nod, "alright alright, your welcome. Now who's the artist?"
"Jackie Burkhart."
Steven gave a nod and turned towards the back door before halting. He stood stiffly, blinking rapidly behind obstruent sunglasses as his mind registered the name he had just heard.
Turning back to the teen tensely, he frowned, "I'm sorry, did you just say Jackie Burkhart?"
A shudder ran through his spine with how familiar the name tasted on his tongue. But surely he was hearing wrong...
However, the young customer looked at him incredulously. "Yeah man, Jackie Burkhart. She's like the new Diana Ross. With just her one album, she's up there with Joan Jett and the others! Her music is the latest thing, not to mention she's hotter than Texas!"
Hyde blinked, his mind buzzing as the teen in front of him continued to ramble on, obviously starstruck by this new pop-star. It couldn't be the same Jackie though...there was no way...He hadn't seen her in three years, after she disappeared one day without a trace. To suddenly hear her name again...
"Sir? Do you think you have the album?"
The teen's hopeful voice snapped him free of his trance, ears ringing with memories that had once been buried, now scratching and clawing at his conscience, trying to resurface in a flurry of images. He needed to be sure that this wasn't some trick.
Sending a glance at the youthful customer, he turned his back to him and began walking with long strides to the door in the back, talking over his shoulder, "sorry man, I don't think we have that album here. You'll have to keep looking."
Frowning, the teen called after him, "wait! But..."
His spluttering was cut off as Hyde disappeared behind the door, cutting off his voice as he stalked purposely toward the newly shipped box stacked in the storage. He didn't care if he was losing a customer, right then, he just wanted to know; needed some sort of confirmation that this is all just a mistake.
Ripping the tape in one fluid motion, he ignored the snoring old hippie that was asleep nearby on the floor and carelessly threw it to the ground and pulled back the flaps that concealed the new records. Leo could sleep through a freight train, so there was no need to be quiet.
The full box showed stacked glistening record covers, each with a different title in varied font, a picture plastered on the front for emphasis in it's sealed case. Scrambling with anxious fingers, he sifted through the first row before continuing to the second, determined to find what he sought.
And finally there it was. Muscles contracted tightly, tensing all and every movement in his body as he slowly plucked a smooth record from the series of albums.
On the front cover, raven locks curled into precise loose rings, mismatched eyes dazzling, and plump lips tilted into a seductive smirk, a familiar and enchanting figure was posed cutely onto the page. Her form looked petite, just as it had always been, but more pronounced curves now that she was older. She wore black leather pants, matched with high heeled ebony boots, an aqua blouse with a slanted neckline, revealing a single bare shoulder and around her waist was a silver buckle.
To say she looked great was the understatement of the century. The ex-cheerleader, rich, popular, small town girl of Point Place had become one of the hottest hits of the coming era.
Blue eyes locked onto every curve, every feature of this brunette beauty, making every memory of his youth flash behind his wide orbs.
Even more astonishing, the title italic lettering printed along the crisp side of the album cover reading... Jackie Burkhart: The Devil
