They Fight Crime!
He's a loner conspiracy nut with nothing to lose, she's an amnesiac socialite spy with everything to gain. Together they fight crime! Very AU! Real Summarys inside.
Real Summary: A romantic action adventure fic akin to Moonlighting, Etc complete with what is hopefully witty banter and sexual tension. There will be sex, explosions, sex during explosions! And whatever else I feel like Seasons7-8 did not happen.
I promised myself I wouldn't start any other fics, especially with school starting and I definitely wouldn't write this one, which has been sitting in my head for months now. But, as Fez said, "It's the bunnies, man." So here I am, posting the first chapter of this. If you all like it, I'll continue.
If this bares any resemblance to Le Femme Nikita it's because it's supposed too, but only vaguely. I never saw the television show and I can't remember the last time I saw the movie.
This is definitely not a Jackie gets kidnapped story. I wrote that already. This is my brain going, "You know what you should make Jackie and Hyde do? Fight Crime!" story.
Please appease my brain by reviewing.
Chapter One: How Deep is Your Love?
Chapter Songs: That appear in the chapter: Carry On My Wayward Son- Kansas, How Deep is Your Love, The Bee Gees. That create tone and should be listened to for that purpose. Nothing Compares 2 U- Sinead O'Connor and Gone- N'Sync.
Hyde couldn't remember the last time he had a comfortable night sleep. His life now consisted of hard mattresses inside sleazy motels complete with dirty walls, moldy bathrooms and hookers out in the parking lot yelling at potential johns. He never thought he'd dream of the cot in the Forman's basement, hell, even his old house was better than this hell.
"Hey Sugah," A prostitute called outside, "Wanna give me a lift?"
The constant stream of car horns and police sirens was enough to drive a man insane.
"She's probably on some beach right now, sipping daiquiris and laughing her ass off."
It was this thought, and nothing else that always made Hyde leave the room in search of a bar. At least at bars he could think. He ignored the onslaught of hellos from the call girls and jumped into the El Camino, pushing in an 8 track cassette into the player. Carry on My Wayward Son by Kansas blasted out of the speakers. He hit the steering wheel along with the music as he drove. It was his new theme music, pushing him on his search.
Except it had now been two years and there was still no sign of her.
"Doesn't matter." He reminded himself, "You gave your word."
Eric Forman watched as Hyde packed his bag from the doorway to his little room in the basement. He watched as his friend shook in anger as he angrily threw his clothes into the duffle bag.
"So you're really going?" He asked from the doorway.
"Yep," Hyde responded without looking at him, "Why, are you here to talk me out of it?"
Eric shook his head, "No man, I mean, if it was Donna I'd already be gone. Just, do you know what you're doing man? You don't even have anywhere to start."
That didn't matter in Hyde's mind. Regardless of what the cops thought, there was no way Jackie would have just left on her own. Her mother was here, her dad was still in jail, she wouldn't have just gone away without telling anyone. No, something had happened to her and he wouldn't rest until he found her.
He turned to his best friend and smirked, "Tell your mom I said bye."
"Do I have too?" Eric wined.
"I'll try to be back in time for the wedding." Both Hyde and Eric knew it was a promise he wasn't going to keep.
"I'll see you there." Eric agreed.
The bar was nearly empty when Hyde walked inside. Two people playing pool in the back corner looked up as they heard the bell on the door chime, but turned away when they saw him sit down at the bar. The bartender simply shook his head and poured him a shot of whiskey, without having to be asked.
"You look like a whiskey man." The bartender explained.
"Just keep it coming." Hyde ordered the barkeep before downing the shot in one gulp.
"Lady troubles?" The bartender asked.
"How'd you guess?" Hyde muttered sarcastically.
"Yeah, I figured. I'll just leave the bottle here." The bartender said, placing the bottle of whiskey in front of him.
God, Hyde thought as he poured another shot for himself, where had he gone wrong?
He, Forman, Donna and Jackie had been sitting in the Forman's kitchen, eating sandwiches when Jackie and Donna started arguing about her mother dating Donna's father, again. Somehow this had lead to Forman getting involved. Hyde had said nothing as the three argued, except to wink at Jackie through his sunglasses every once in awhile.
She had been the only person to be able to see through those damned things, as though she had some sort of super power or something.
One minute she had been there, arguing with Donna, who was arguing with Forman who was tripping over his words as he tried to convince his fiancé that no, he did not think that Mrs. Burkhart and her dad living together was a good idea, even though he really did.
The next minute, she had said she was going back to the house, she had forgotten her magazine or something, it had been hard to hear her over Donna's yelling,
One minute she was there, laughing at Forman's misfortunes and the next she was gone.
"Was that a tire screeching?" Forman had asked over the fight.
"Must be one of the neighbors." Donna had guessed.
If it weren't for his insistence that they go have a circle, he would have noticed that Jackie had been gone for nearly two hours.
But then again, he probably would have just assumed she had decided to stay at Donna's, to do whatever it is that Jackie did when she was alone.
Yeah, his mind always went to a dirty place with that one.
It hadn't been until Donna had come back claiming that Jackie wasn't at her house that Hyde had considered anything wrong. But, always the sensible one, he had suggested they go look for her at her usual hangouts, the mall, the Hub, the mall again. The three of them had split up, called her house, went everywhere they could think of.
There was no trace of her. The damn police dog had ran all over the driveway trying to catch Jackie's scent, only to reach the end of the driveway and stop, as though it fully expected Jackie to be there.
The officer had turned the group, "Did any of you hear anything unusual?" he asked.
"Well, there were some screeching tires." Donna admitted, "But we figured it was just the kids down the street."
The officer nodded shortly and then turned to Pam who had the decency to look concerned.
"Do you know anyone who would want to harm your daughter?" the police man asked.
Pam shook her head vehemently, "Oh officer, you're crazy, no one would possibly want to harm someone as pretty as my Jackie."
Right. Hyde took another shot of the whiskey and then another until his vision blurred. Her Jackie. Hyde didn't see Pam running around the country trying to find her, going from city to city in search of the smallest clue as to Jackie's whereabouts.
He ignored the sound of the door opening and the cheers from the guys in the back. He figured he'd be taking their money later anyway, so he might as well let them ogle whatever girl, at least he hoped it was a girl, that had just walked in.
Out of nowhere, the jukebox turned on and the sounds of the Bee Gees singing How Deep is Your Love came on. He turned around to tell whoever put it on to turn that crap off, but the words stopped short the moment he saw the woman at the jukebox. Her back was turned to him, but the woman standing at the jukebox was the same height, the same build as Jackie. He watched as her hips swayed to the music. She wore a tight fitting leather jacket. He watched as the girl danced to the music, ignoring the cat calls from the guys by the pool table.
"How deep is your love?" One of the guys called out to her.
"I'll show you some deep love, sweetheart."
The music stopped. Hyde watched as the woman turned to the guys. Her eyes were covered by dark sunglasses, but her face, god damn it her face, he knew that chin anywhere. Before he could call out to her, she pulled out a gun from her jeans and pointed it at the bartender.
"You two, out now!" Dear God, she even sounded like Jackie.
The two men took no time hurrying out the door. Hyde watched as the bartender slowly backed up against the wall.
"Now Marie," the bartender said a bit too condescendingly, "don't you think you're taking things just a little too far?"
She quirked her lip up as though she was giving his question thought, "No," she finally said, "I think I'm taking things to their desired location."
"Why don't you let the kid go at least," the bartender asked, "I know you won't want any witnesses for this."
"There's not going to be any witnesses," the Jackie clone said through her teeth.
What did she mean there weren't going to be any witnesses, did she mean she was going to make him leave before she shot the guy or that…
Well, that certainly put a damper on their reunion.
"Damn, Marie, you want money, I'll give you money."
"My father is the richest man in New York City; you think I give a damn about your money?"
Hyde was even more confused, what the hell was she talking about? More importantly, why was she acting like he didn't even exist. Surely she knew who he was.
"Then tell me what you want." Mike demanded.
Jackie released the safety on the gun and aimed it straight towards the bartenders head. "I want you to say goodbye, Mike." And with one pull of the trigger, the man was dead.
"Fuck!" Hyde yelled. All this time he had thought she was holding a fake gun, and that this was just some sort of con, but when he leaned over the counter to see the blood pouring out of the center of the man's forehead, he knew this was the real deal.
"I'm really sorry about all this," Jackie apologized.
"Uh, you should be!" Hyde snapped, "You don't just go around killing people."
Jackie stared at Hyde curiously through her sunglasses. "Do I know you?"
Two years. Two freaking years of looking, only to find her shooting people in a bar.
It was then that he noticed that she was pointing the gun at him.
"Uh, you know what, I thought I knew you, but um, clearly I had the wrong person." Hyde said, trying to appease the girl. "Your name is Marie, like the man said." Fuck he sounded like Forman.
"Marie St. James." Jackie introduced herself. "Pleased to meet you."
"Um, same." Hyde agreed, "Uh, Hyde."
"Hyde?" 'Marie' scoffed, "What kind of name is that?"
"Uh, my last, it's a nickname. My real name is Steven."
'Marie' smiled. "That's nice."
"So um, Marie, do you think you could um, put the gun down?"
Marie nodded. "I wish I could, but you see, I can't have any witnesses."
"Uh, what if I promise to never tell anyone about this, ever."
"You really promise?" Jackie cooed.
"On all my Led Zeppelin albums." Hyde raised his right hand and swore.
Jackie, or Marie, or whatever the hell her name was, took a step towards Hyde, gun still pointed at his chest. "Do you like to have fun, Steven?"
"Oh yeah," Hyde nodded. It felt so good to hear her say his name again.
"Would you like to have fun with me?" Jackie asked.
He was about to answer when they heard the sound of a car pulling up.
"Damn it, let's go." Jackie commanded as she grabbed Hyde's hand and pulled him towards the back.
"You still going to kill me?" Hyde asked as they ran out of the bar and into the alleyway.
"Ask me in the morning!" Jackie yelled.
"Uh, um, my car…"
"Forget your car!" Jackie ordered.
Hyde stopped in his tracks. "I can't just leave her, she's my baby!"
Jackie rolled her eyes, "We'll come back in the morning if you're good, okay?"
"Look Ja, Marie, I gotta tell you, I'm a little attached to my car, and if anything were to happen to it, I wouldn't be very happy."
"Cry like a little baby, you mean, I swear you men are all the same," Jackie scoffed, "Fine, we'll get your car."
Jackie and Hyde peaked around the corner to the parking lot. They both eyed the parking lot that was now filled with police cars, news reporters and streaming onlookers. Hyde swore under his breath at the officer who was writing down his plate number.
"That your car?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Do you have any warrants out for your arrest or anything else I should know about?"
"Um, I got arrested when I was seventeen." Hyde told her. He was getting really tired of this game. He wanted her to admit that she knew him, admit that she was who he knew she was.
"For what?" Jackie asked curiously, her eyes glued to the scene in the parking lot.
"Falling for a girl." Hyde said softly as he gazed at her without her knowledge.
Jackie turned back to him, "They're coming over here!"
Hyde did the only thing he could think. He picked Jackie up and backed her against the wall, kissing her fiercely. Her legs went right around his waist, her hands went right to his hair and her mouth, and god her mouth was as good as he remembered it in his dreams.
They both winced at the light being shone in their eyes.
"Can I help you officer?" Jackie asked sweetly as Hyde nibbled on her neck, "Baby, you need to stop." She patted Hyde's shoulder and looked at the cop, "He just gets so passionate."
The cop remained expressionless as he spoke. "Are you aware of what has happened here?"
"Something happened?" Jackie asked, sounding surprised, "We didn't notice."
"A man was shot to death." The cop said plainly. "I don't suppose any of you heard anything?"
Jackie smiled at the man and pointed to Hyde, "Sorry, but whenever I'm with him, I don't hear anything else but our heart beats." She gently pulled Hyde's chin up, "Ain't that right baby?"
"That's right." Hyde agreed before kissing her again. After a moment they finally pulled away.
"Fine, I believe you." The cop said, "Did you drive here?"
Hyde nodded, "That's my El Camino."
"Yeah, whatever, just… get."
Hyde put Jackie down on the ground and nodded at the officer as he held Jackie's hand. "C'mon baby."
"Turn left at the light." Jackie instructed, looking straight ahead at the street.
"So, um, you live in the city?"
"For now." Jackie answered vaguely.
"Yeah," Hyde said, "I know what you mean, I've been living for place to place myself."
"I'm staying at my aunt's apartment while she's in Morocco." Jackie informed him, "It's nice."
Hyde laughed, "I'm staying at a motel on fifth, and it's not."
There was a companionable silence between them as he drove the vacant city streets. "So um, why did you kill that man?"
"He did something bad." Jackie said blankly.
"How bad?" Hyde asked, "Like murder his wife bad or cheat on his income taxes bad?"
"Somewhere in between." Jackie admitted.
"Huh." Hyde said to himself. Who the hell was this woman who occupied his girlfriend's body?
"It's the building on the left corner." Jackie said, pointing ahead. "The valet will park your car."
"A valet?" Hyde asked, impressed.
"Like I said before," Jackie said with a shrug, "It's nice."
The apartment was more than nice, Hyde thought as they walked inside the giant space. Plush, white carpet, leather sofa, big screen TV, marble tile in the kitchen, it was literally like something out a magazine.
"Damn." Hyde said with a nod.
Jackie shrugged as she locked the door to the apartment, "I'm going to take a shower, do you need anything?"
Hyde had already eyed the phone in the kitchen. "Um, no, I'm good."
"Bet you are." Jackie flirted. She started to walk down the hallway when she turned around, "Steven?"
"Yeah?" Hyde replied.
"If you call the police I'll make what I did to Mike look like a makeover."
Hyde gave Jackie a nervous thumbs up, "Good to know."
He watched her disappear into the bathroom and waited for the sound of the shower running before picking up the phone and dialing. It rung about five times before someone finally picked up.
"Hello?" Eric Forman asked.
"I found her." Hyde announced to his best friend.
"You found her?" Eric squeaked, "Wait, we're talking about Jackie right? Where the hell was she? What's she doing? What happened?"
"Yes, Atlanta, you wouldn't believe me and I have no idea." Hyde answered.
"So what's wrong?" Eric asked, sensing trouble.
"She has no idea who I am." Hyde had to tell someone.
"What?" Eric asked, confused. "You sure it's her?"
"Dude, I know it's her. I'd know her anywhere. She acts like I'm a total stranger, and get this, she's calling herself Marie now."
"Huh." Eric said with understanding.
"What do you mean, huh?"
"No, it's just; I heard that sometimes kidnapped people sometimes get brain washed by their captors, to the point where they don't know who they are or anything."
"Oh yeah," Hyde said, "I heard about that, you think that's what happened?"
"What else?" Eric asked. "So, you coming home?"
"Shit man, I don't know, there's some stuff going on here…"
"Yeah, I get you; just… we miss you, man." Eric assured him.
"Yeah, tell everyone I said hey, gotta go." He hung up the phone quickly and walked to the TV. "Clicker, clicker," he eyed the device on the top of the entertainment center where the TV was being kept. "Time to watch some foot ball." He turned the TV on and walked to the couch.
Marie looked down at the sleeping Steven Hyde and shook her head. There was something about this man that was so familiar, so haunting. He made her have butterflies in her stomach, and not just when they kissed. He was strong, smart, all the things she looked for in a man.
It was a damn shame she was going to have to kill him.
Well, tell me what you think!