Disclaimer: I do not own That 70's Show or any of the characters used in this story. I do not own any of the quotes used from actual episodes, and mention will be made if original quotes are used.
Summary: Jackie and Hyde's missing moments/ moments that should have happened in the show. Starting just after Kelso and Donna leave for California.
*Small amounts of quotation from the episode "I Can't Quit You Baby" are contained in this story.
*Jackie's POV
I made my way slowly down the street, not at all sure why I was even bothering. I just could not stand another day of sitting around at home, crying over Michael. True, the last time I had gone over to Eric's, I had spent nearly the whole time crying. It was Steven, surprisingly, who comforted me then. Just thinking about it seems wrong now. Anyway, I have resolved to forget about Michael. He has been gone for two weeks now, and last night was the first time that I didn't cry myself to sleep. I am Jackie Burkhart, I am strong, beautiful, and fully capable of finding someone new. I think as I descend the stairs that lead to Eric's basement.
The boys look up, from where they sit in a circle, as I enter the room.
"Oh, its just you." says Eric, as he pulls out the joint he had just hidden, and passes it to Hyde.
I roll my eyes, and come to sit in the only remaining seat. On the couch, next to Fez. Hyde sits in his usual chair on my other side.
"Shut it, Forman. Wanna hit?" Hyde asks, holding the joint out to me.
Normally I would decline, but for some reason, I don't want Steven to think I'm a square. I take the joint from him. I take a deep inhale, and blow smoke rings in Eric's direction.
"Holy crap, that was sexy." Fez says, in his stupid foreigner accent.
"You can say that again. Where did a straight little cheerleader learn how to blow smoke rings?" asks Steven.
I glare at him, but feel a slight flush creep into my cheeks. Steven thinks I am sexy? Oh why does it matter!? My confused thoughts are interrupted by a sound upstairs.
"Forman, I thought you said Red and Kitty would be gone for at least another hour!" Steven growls at Eric.
"I thought they would be man! I'll go distract Red. Put that shit out."
And with that Eric flees from the basement. Hyde puts out the joint while Fez sprays air freshener all around, making me gag. Eric returns a few minutes later, looking stressed.
"Red is making me mow the lawn. And then I have to take out the trash, sweep the gutters, and wash the car." he groans.
"Sucks to be you, Forman." Hyde calls, as Eric makes his way back upstairs.
"I'm gonna go laugh and eat ice-cream while Eric does all his chores!" Fez announces, and he too leaves.
After about a minute of awkward silence, Steven gets up and flips on the T.V.
"Want a popsicle?" he asks, as he walks over to the ice chest.
"Sure, cherry, if they have it." I answer.
Steven sits down beside me on the couch and passes me the cold popsicle. I unwrap it and press the end of it into my mouth. Gently sucking the sweet juice out of the ice. That's when I see Steven staring at me out of the corner of my eye. Slowly I pull the popsicle out of my mouth again, then run my tongue along the length of it. Then I press the popsicle back into my mouth, as far as it will go without making me gag. I pull it slowly from my lips, sucking on it as I go, so that it comes out of my mouth with a little 'pop' sound. I bring my large eyes up to look at Steven. He is staring at me, mouth open slightly, red juice running down his hand from his own forgotten treat. Normally I would be appalled, but instead I find I am rather pleased with the effect I had on him.
"You know that won't eat itself." I say.
Steven blinks at me confused. I gesture to the melting popsicle in his hand.
"Your dripping everywhere!" I say, with a laugh.
Finally he realize, and quickly starts to lick the juice of his hand and fingers.
"You did that on purpose." he says, as he bites into his popsicle.
I raise one of my perfectly sculpted brows at him.
"Did what on purpose?" I ask innocently.
He rolls his eyes, as we go back to watching 'The Price is Right.' Nearly two hours pass. Steven and I sitting mostly in silence. Watching episode after episode of 'The Price is Right'. They seem to be running a marathon.
"Another old lady! She can't even reach the wheel!" I say irritably as the next contestant steps forward.
"I can't watch 'The Price is Right' again. I just cant!" Steven groans.
"This summer sucks. There's nothing to do." I say.
I look over at him, at the same moment he looks at me. Our eyes lock. Suddenly he leans towards me, and without thinking, I lean in too. Our lips meet. The kiss is short, no tongue. Just a brush of lips. Then Steven pulls away. I look back at the T.V. feeling confused again. I turn back to Steven, intending to ask what that was about, but instead he launches himself at me. Our lips meet again, and this time his tongue slides into my mouth. I gasp at the sensation, and open my mouth wider. Ever since Michael left, I have been yearning for some sort of physical connection. Now all I can think about is how badly I want this kiss to continue. Hyde seems to be feeling the same thing, because a moment later he is pushing me into the couch.