Title: Plausible Deniability
Author: Cassandra Mulder
Feedback: Yes, please.
Rating: PG
Classification: Hyde POV; J/H
Spoilers: Jackie Bags Hyde
Written: May 16, 2003
Disclaimer: I do not own "That '70s Show" or any of the characters within. They all belong to Carsey/Werner Productions and FOX. No infringement is intended, this is merely for my own amusement.
Distribution: Do *not* take without asking. That will not amuse me. Instead, please ask nicely, I'll let you have it, and we all live happily ever after.
Archive: Bound http://www.geocities.com/cassandra_mulder
Summary: Post-"Jackie Bags Hyde" Hyde didn't feel anything when he kissed Jackie. Or did he?
A/N: This is just a little ficlet that happened after I finally got to see "Jackie Bags Hyde". Why? Because Hyde *so* felt something when they kissed, thank you very much. ;)
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"You did what?!"
You wouldn't believe how much goofier Forman looks when he's in shock. Forman looking *goofier* is quite a feat.
"I kissed her, man," I repeat with a shrug. He just goes on acting like kissing was invented tonight, and he's still trying to grasp the concept.
It hasn't been all that long since I dropped Jackie off at her house, and came back to the basement. Of course, Forman witnessed the commotion at the barbeque, along with the rest of the world, so naturally he had to come down here stickin' his girlie nose in my business.
He wanted to know what happened, so it's not my fault his jaw's on the floor.
"Oh... man." I think his eyes are returning to normal size. "Do you want me to ask my mom where she keeps the disinfectant?"
"Shut up, Forman." What does he know anyway?
"You... liked it?" Geez, why won't he go away?
"No, I hate kissing girls," I say flatly.
Forman's rolling his eyes now. Really, he's such a girl.
"It was fine, idiot. I felt nothin'." Hey, that lie's getting easier every time I tell it.
"Okay. I still can't believe you did it, but okay. I'm going to bed." He's gone. Finally.
I kissed the loud, obnoxious cheerleader, man. Have I gone crazy?
And I don't even know what her game is. She's practically stalked me for the last few months, and when I finally give in, she doesn't feel anything?
I had to go and feel something, and she doesn't feel *anything*?
Girls, man. They just play with your heart and when they're finished with it, they dance on it. Jackie didn't even seem upset.
I shouldn't be upset either. Gotta go with the Zen approach. I mean, what was I thinking? It's *Jackie*.
I don't even know what I see in her. No, saw. There is no see.
She'll just go running back to Kelso at some point anyway. I don't deserve that.
But Kelso doesn't deserve her.
Oh... damn.
I should just go back to hating her. Yeah, that'll be much easier. I don't like her. Mrs. Forman was totally wrong about that.
Either that or someone's going to have to shoot me. Red. Red will even volunteer, I bet.
Yeah. Now there's a plan.
Anything's better than falling for Jackie.
Wait. I am *not* falling for Jackie...
End
Author: Cassandra Mulder
Feedback: Yes, please.
Rating: PG
Classification: Hyde POV; J/H
Spoilers: Jackie Bags Hyde
Written: May 16, 2003
Disclaimer: I do not own "That '70s Show" or any of the characters within. They all belong to Carsey/Werner Productions and FOX. No infringement is intended, this is merely for my own amusement.
Distribution: Do *not* take without asking. That will not amuse me. Instead, please ask nicely, I'll let you have it, and we all live happily ever after.
Archive: Bound http://www.geocities.com/cassandra_mulder
Summary: Post-"Jackie Bags Hyde" Hyde didn't feel anything when he kissed Jackie. Or did he?
A/N: This is just a little ficlet that happened after I finally got to see "Jackie Bags Hyde". Why? Because Hyde *so* felt something when they kissed, thank you very much. ;)
***
"You did what?!"
You wouldn't believe how much goofier Forman looks when he's in shock. Forman looking *goofier* is quite a feat.
"I kissed her, man," I repeat with a shrug. He just goes on acting like kissing was invented tonight, and he's still trying to grasp the concept.
It hasn't been all that long since I dropped Jackie off at her house, and came back to the basement. Of course, Forman witnessed the commotion at the barbeque, along with the rest of the world, so naturally he had to come down here stickin' his girlie nose in my business.
He wanted to know what happened, so it's not my fault his jaw's on the floor.
"Oh... man." I think his eyes are returning to normal size. "Do you want me to ask my mom where she keeps the disinfectant?"
"Shut up, Forman." What does he know anyway?
"You... liked it?" Geez, why won't he go away?
"No, I hate kissing girls," I say flatly.
Forman's rolling his eyes now. Really, he's such a girl.
"It was fine, idiot. I felt nothin'." Hey, that lie's getting easier every time I tell it.
"Okay. I still can't believe you did it, but okay. I'm going to bed." He's gone. Finally.
I kissed the loud, obnoxious cheerleader, man. Have I gone crazy?
And I don't even know what her game is. She's practically stalked me for the last few months, and when I finally give in, she doesn't feel anything?
I had to go and feel something, and she doesn't feel *anything*?
Girls, man. They just play with your heart and when they're finished with it, they dance on it. Jackie didn't even seem upset.
I shouldn't be upset either. Gotta go with the Zen approach. I mean, what was I thinking? It's *Jackie*.
I don't even know what I see in her. No, saw. There is no see.
She'll just go running back to Kelso at some point anyway. I don't deserve that.
But Kelso doesn't deserve her.
Oh... damn.
I should just go back to hating her. Yeah, that'll be much easier. I don't like her. Mrs. Forman was totally wrong about that.
Either that or someone's going to have to shoot me. Red. Red will even volunteer, I bet.
Yeah. Now there's a plan.
Anything's better than falling for Jackie.
Wait. I am *not* falling for Jackie...
End