Restless Days and Hidden Nights by Lady Cleo

Long Days

Edited 10/22/2010

Hyde sat quietly in the basement, eyes glued to the television, though his mind wandered far from the current rerun filling the screen. There were three weeks left before school started, maybe two weeks left before Kelso returned. It had been five whole days since Hyde had seen Jackie, one week since he'd snuck into her room.

Hyde let his eyes wander over to the loud moaning clock on the wall, his eyes boring all his hatred into the little device. It was a constant reminder that she wouldn't be coming tonight, or tomorrow. He was hurting badly, not that anybody would know that, not that he would ever really admit that. Jackie withdrawal was worse then he'd ever envisioned.

Damn, he needed a fix bad.

Being a Zen master wasn't quite what it used to be; not that he would ever give it up. It held him together when things went wrong, but somehow his addiction to Jackie had wormed its way out of his Zen's control. Getting under his skin, and his Zen, well, it had started siding with the Jackie addiction.

And that was a freaking scary thought.

Hyde let his eyes randomly traverse back to the hated ticking cloak. It would be getting dark soon and what the hell was he supposed to be doing? He guessed that he could run over to the photo hut; ask Leo if he had any extra work that he needed done. Leo would probably just ask why Hyde was there so late, and then send him home.

So instead, Hyde planned to spend another night alone. Maybe Foreman would get his head out of the clouds and join him down here in reality. They could mope around the room, maybe break into the stash and complain about life with out Donna and Jackie. Hyde snickered, yeah like that was ever going to happen. He could go steal something that always cheered him up. Ah, but where was the fun without Foreman, Fez, and Kelso. Screw it all.

Maybe he could find out just where the stupid cheerleading camp was and kidnap his baby from the cheerleading demons. Wait, where had that word come from?

Steven Hyde did not endow anybody, absolutely anybody with the nickname 'baby'. It just wasn't done, ever.

It was a slip, a side effect of the withdrawal; Hyde assured himself happily. Jackie was 'Jacks', or termed in his head 'the addiction' maybe he would let a 'pixie' slip by in his head; she was after all his baby.

Damn, there it was again. Not baby, never baby. Not while his name was Steven Hyde. Never, never, never.

Trying to get his mind of the awful phrase Hyde turned back to the stupid rerun, trying to forget that he missed Jackie, trying to forget the addiction, his baby.

"Ah damn!"