DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to That '70's Show or I Dream of Jeannie.
Author's Note: If favorably received, I plan for this to be a series of chapters each focusing on a different television show. This was a bit rushed but hope you enjoy it. Takes place after Donna and Kelso run off to California but before Jackie and Hyde hook up.
I Dream of JeannieHyde sat dejectedly on the sofa in Forman's basement. This summer really sucks, he thought. Forman's all depressed about Donna running off to California, Kelso's gone, therefore no one really to burn. Fez was still around, thank goodness. Unfortunately, so was Jackie.
Every day the little pixie showed up, watched television with them all day, then went home. The weird thing was that she didn't really talk that much. Of course, that was a good thing; at least he thought it was. Another positive point was that at least there was a good-looking woman around. Hyde always appreciated looking at the ladies, even the spoiled, obnoxious ones - as long as they were hot.
All they did was sit there all day and watch crappy TV. Like today, for instance. Forman was slumped on the couch with Fez sitting at the other end, happily eating candy, of course. Hyde was in his usual chair.
"Oh, I love that Lucy. She's so funny," Fez said. "So, Hyde, what's on next?"
"Well, Fez, it's my favorite little blonde bimbo in a bottle. It's Jeannie time."
Jackie flounced in the door just in time to hear the blonde bimbo remark. "Steven, please explain to me why all of you men love blondes so much," she demanded angrily with her hands on her hips.
Hyde looked her up and down, admitting secretly to himself that brunettes could definitely be hot, too. Especially when they were wearing thin little sundresses, which he noted were often transparent when the light was behind the wearer. Like now, for instance. Oh, yeah, those were definitely bikini panties. Mmmm, good stuff.
"Steven, what are you looking at?" Jackie demanded. "Are you stoned already?"
Hyde snapped out of his preoccupation with women's undergarments and gave her his best scowl. "No, but I wish I was. It might make your presence a little more tolerable."
Jackie plopped down in the lawn chair directly across the room from him and glared right back at him. "Oh, be quiet, Steven. Now back to my question. I'll bet Michael's with some skanky blonde out there in California. I just don't get it."
"I know, I know!" Fez said, waving his hand in the air. "Jackie, it is because blondes are notorious whores. Everyone knows that. You beautiful dark-haired ladies are the good girls who we must corrupt."
"Alright, shut up, you two. Jeannie's coming on," Eric said. "And she's all I have left."
Hyde slid back in his chair, preparing for some good navel-gazing. His glance slid over to Jackie. He watched appreciatively as she crossed her legs. Too bad she doesn't wear shorter skirts, he thought. A little thigh action would alleviate some of the boredom.
"Oooh Hyde, look, you can see Jeannie's legs through her transparent little harem pants," Fez exulted. "I see sweet, delectable thighs. Yum, makes me think of candy."
Jeez, is everyone thinking of gams today? Hyde thought to himself. Midway through the show, Hyde felt his thoughts drift off…..
Fantasy Sequence:
Hyde comes into an apartment, dressed in an Air Force Uniform. "Jackie, where are you?"
BOING! Suddenly, Jackie appears in front of him, wearing a skimpy harem girl outfit. Her wavy black hair was caught up in a ponytail on the top her head. "Yes, Master," she said gazing adoringly up at him.
"Jackie, can't you just enter a room like a normal person?" Hyde said while admiring her pert little breasts which were partially visible through the gauzy material of her top.
"Oh, Master," Jackie said with a luscious pout. "I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"
Hyde crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her thoughtfully. "Well, let's see…First of all, you're wearing way too many clothes."
BOING! Jackie now stood before him clad only in tiny white lace bikini panties and bra. Oh, and her slave bracelet, of course. Always a nice touch, he thought. Jackie as his own personal love slave. Oh, the possibilities.
Jackie slipped her arms around his neck and pressed her perfect little body up against him. She pulled his head down to hers for a long, delicious, passionate kiss. His hands encircled her waist and then slid slowly around her to cup her sweet little ass and pull her even closer against him. She squirmed provocatively against him and pulled back enough to start unbuttoning his jacket. When that slid off onto the floor, she started working on his shirt and tie. When the last button was undone, she ran her small, soft hands sensuously up and down his chest, fluttering her lips teasingly over his exposed skin.
She let out a startled little shriek when Hyde scooped her up in his arms. "Let's go to your bottle," he said softly before hungrily kissing her again.
"Oh, Master," she said breathily. With a quick nod of her head and another BOING! they were in her sumptuously furnished bottle. He laid her down on the soft cushions piled on the floor and crawled on top of her, preparing to settle in for a good long time.
"STEVEN! Wake up!"
The sound of Jackie's voice pulled him from his reverie. His eyes popped open to see her standing in front of him, staring at him with a puzzled look on her face. He sat bolt upright, then shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and said, "What, uh, what's going on?"
"You must have dozed off or something while we were watching TV," Eric said with a grin. "Come on, we're all going to the Hub. Are you in?"
"Yeah, man," Hyde said with a confused look. "I'll be outside in a minute." He watched Eric, Fez, and Jackie head out the door. Jackie glanced over her shoulder at him, giving him a puzzled look. "Are you okay, Steven? You look a little strange," she said with actual concern.
"Umm, yeah," he said. "Just had a weird dream, I guess." When Jackie left, Hyde shook his head and sighed. I've really got to start getting out of the house more, he thought with a rueful grin. And no more TV for awhile! Especially not 'I Dream of Jackie'. Jeannie, I mean, Jeannie! Oh, crap, what's going on with me? he thought to himself, then quickly hurried out the door before any more evil thoughts or evil genies could overtake him.
End of Chapter 1.
