A/N: Your reviews are awesome, thank you! This is probably a filler chapter, but we got where Hyde was last chapter, so now…it's Jackie's turn… and yes, more nekkid Jackie & Hyde goodness (I like writing sex scenes, I'm such a perv…lol)

Again, I don't own nada…

Chapter 3: Thrown Away

Jackie thought that leaving Point Place would be the end of her problems. That once she flew across state lines, that life was gonna be perfect, and nothing bad was going to happen to her.

She couldn't have been more wrong if she tried.

First off, for reasons that have yet to be fully explained to her, her luggage had been separated at the airport, and of the six suitcases that she brought with her – only two of them made it to New York.

And those were filled with outfits that were definitely not suitable for January in the Big Apple.

Awesome.

Secondly, when she went to NYU to register for classes, she found that all student housing apartments had been occupied.

So she was essentially homeless.

Oh yeah.

Third – and this is the one that really got to her – not one person commented how pretty she was.

Now that was just WRONG!

But Jackie refused to be deterred. She came here to be somebody, and she wasn't going to let circumstances that were beyond her control get her down. So her luggage was lost? She'd get it back, if she had to call that airport every day. So what if all student housing apartments were occupied? Since the days of being extravagant were long over, Jackie had learned to be frugal and had saved every dime she could. She had plenty of money saved up, so she would be able to afford a decent apartment. And she had no qualms about getting a part-time job while she was in school – while she was here to learn, yes, she was also here to start a new life.

And that new life needed a steady income.

Jackie Burkhart was gonna be fine.

But that whole deal of no one complimenting on her beauty? Now that just didn't make any sense…!

Jackie walked into her motel room, dropping her things onto the bed.

She was exhausted.

It had been a couple of days since she had arrived in New York, and while she was finally able to get the rest of her luggage – thank the good Jesus! – she was exhausted from looking all over the city to find an apartment.

But at least that whole malarkey of no one commenting on her beauty was over. She had gotten catcalls from at least three construction crews, and while those aren't usually her target audience, it still felt good to know she still had that kind of effect on the male of the species.

Just because Steven Hyde didn't appreciate what had once slept with him in his bed doesn't mean that other men weren't going to. It was obvious that Hyde (along with Eric Forman), was a complete anomaly, and therefore it was a useless point to try to figure him out. He had made his bed, lain in it with a stripper, and out of what? Spite?

Jackie felt the tears well up before she could stop them.

Fucking asshole.

The thought of them – of what they once were – had plagued her thoughts since the moment that that bitch had walked in and ruined everything. Even after months of almost obscene cruelty, she could not believe that the one person that she loved above all else, couldn't acknowledge their relationship. Treated her as if she never mattered, as if they never mattered. She had given him so much of herself that now, alone in a new city, all that was left of her was the determination that she become something new, something better.

Jackie was aching with emptiness.

But she was determined to no longer let Steven James Hyde torture her any longer, even hundreds of miles away. She was going to become a new Jackie, a better Jackie – and he will never know. Jackie had no intention to ever going back to Point Place – no one was going to miss her there, she knew. Well, other than the obvious choices of Fez and the Formans. Donna at this rate wouldn't give a shit if she lived or died, and frankly, Jackie suspected that she would rather the latter than the former. Jackie could almost hear her now, at her wake…

"Christ. It's just like Jackie to die now. Doesn't she know that I have too much going on right now to be there for her? Jesus! It's always gotta be about HER right?"

She winced. Even now, the betrayal of her supposed best friend, was raw and sore. She could never imagine it. Jackie, bitchy and shallow as she was, was never a bad friend to Donna. In some aspects, Jackie looked up to Donna, though her horrible fashion sense she could do without. But she adored the tall redhead, and when it became obvious that Donna no longer felt the same way about Jackie – that she no longer cared about Jackie – she knew it was time to leave Wisconsin. There was nothing there to hold her, no one there to tell her it was all going to be alright. All that was left was memories, the bad far outweighing the good, and a need for Jackie to breathe again. She hadn't been able to breathe correctly since she had left for Chicago.

And then it all fell apart.

In all honesty – she knew she was partly to blame for what had happened in Chicago. But he had never let her explain. She knew how insecure Ste – no, Hyde – was about Michael, but she never understood it. She never fully got it, because she had loved him with all of herself. She could never believe that Steven – no, damn it, HYDE! - could ever wonder about the nature of her love for him. She had loved him with everything she was, everything she ever could be. She would've sold her soul to the devil himself just to remain by his side always. She couldn't believe that he would ever be insecure about her, because she told him she loved him every day. She couldn't count how many times she would wake up before him and just stare at what she beheld as perfection. She would trace over his features, her fingers kissing every nook and cranny, and she thanked the God that he didn't believe in for the millionth time for having sent him to her. To Jackie, it was the image of the purest perfection – just her and her man, waking up together – that's what she wanted for the rest of her life. Hyde, at her side, forever.

But he didn't want her. Didn't need her. Didn't love her.

In the months since the Chicago incident, Jackie had ample time to think about where they went wrong. And she wasn't stupid, she could take the blame for her part in it. Granted, having Michael take her to Chicago wasn't the smartest idea, but she was so blinded by losing Hyde that she couldn't think straight. She believed that they were truly over, and couldn't take the fact that this man – the man who she had given her body, heart, and soul to – didn't even see a future with her. She didn't understand how her precious Puddin' Pop, could believe that she would've slept with Michael. How could he believe that she wanted Michael? Michael, who had cheated on her countless times, betrayed her trust on an almost constant basis? How could Stev- no, damn it, its HYDE! – not believe all those ways that she tried to prove her love to him? Was it the way that she told him constantly? The way that she would look at him – the love naked on her face – when he would walk into a room? She believed he was perfect. Perfect.

And yet…regardless of every word of love she uttered, every way that she had proven her love….he believed her a whore.

And had gone to marry one instead.

Jackie gulped loudly. Even now, in January of 1980, months after Sam leaving – the fact that Hyde could go off and marry the closest thing to human trash instead of picturing a future with her…it scraped at Jackie's insides with dirty and filthy claws. His reaction to Sam's departure was raw salt on a still bleeding wound, and the fact that everyone told her how sad he was after she left somehow made the pain worse, if that was even possible. He could mourn a woman that never wanted him, that had lied to him every day, and still despise the woman that had given up a life just to be close to him.

The fact that Hyde could so easily throw her aside, after all that she had shared with him, after all they had shared together beat at Jackie's very soul. When she was in the depth of her despair, she asked God a million and one times how she could be given Steven just to have him walk away from her. She never understood as to how all the people she loved could so carelessly walk away from her, as if she never mattered. Her parents, Michael, Hyde, Donna – they had all abandoned the 95 pound girl, and she was left out there in the world to fend for herself.

But, God, there was a time…a time that seemed so long ago…when he cared. When her Puddin Pop, by just breathing, could light her world on fire. Could make her feel as if everything was going to be okay – because he was always going to be there.

Puddin Pop…

God, she can't break down now. Can't break what's already broken, and they had done that already. Broken her. As she wiped tears, her thoughts on what used to be beat at her with ferocity….

Flashback

It always amazed her how looking at him could bring such turbulent joy to her soul. Joy because he was her man, the man that caused such incredible butterflies to go stir crazy inside her. And turbulent, because here was a man that knew her, really knew her and all of her games and manipulations…

…and stayed anyway.

She had never felt so much fear and happiness all at once.

She knew she had hurt him, with the whole Annette incident. Knew that that thread of trust, that was just beginning to really fortify itself, was in danger of breaking off completely. And her acceptance of Kelso's stolen sweater didn't exactly help matters. She wanted him to know how much he meant to her. How much is his trust meant to her. And words were no longer a viable option at this time. Only action would do….

So as her sexy Puddin Pop was at the Fotohut, she had set up her plan. She had placed candles all around his room, and donned something that he never thought he'd see – his T-shirt with high black stiletto boots. She made Donna swear to not let any of the guys in the basement tonight, and the Formans were at some old people shindig that would not bring them home to tomorrow morning.

Her and her man were going to have the house all to themselves….

As Led Zeppelin II plays on in the background – not exactly her choice of music, but it was her baby's favorite band, and tonight was all about him – she walked around Steven's small room, making sure everything was perfect. She couldn't wait to see him and his reaction to her surprise. God, Michael never made her feel this way. This excited over something that wasn't meant for her. For reasons no one could explain, Steven brought out the best in Jackie, and being with him brought out parts of Jackie that she never she had. She loved him like no one had ever loved her, and even though he had never said it, she could feel his love through every one of his touches.

And, God, the way he felt…

It was then that Jackie heard the back door to the basement slam shut.

"Hello?"

"Back here, Puddin Pop."

Jackie took a deep breath as Hyde walked into the room, taking off his sunglasses. It's showtime, she thought, as she hid in the shadows.

"Hey…wha-what's all this stuff? Where are you?" Jackie giggled at the look of pure confusion on Hyde's face.

"Well, Steven," Jackie began, stepping out from the shadow to the candlelight of the small room, "I wanted to do something special for you, baby…." She walked over to him, and ran her hands across the tender flesh of the back of his neck.

He closed his eyes in pleasure. "For me? Why?"

"Cuz you're my Puddin Pop. Do I need a reason to love you?"

Hyde sighed. "No, baby. You don't…" He pulled her towards him for a kiss. When she pulled away, he finally noticed what she was wearing. "Hey. Is that…is that my shirt?"

Jackie giggled. "Uh huh."

"I thought…I thought you said you were never gonna wear it."

"Silly baby," she whispered, as she cupped his face and drew his face down to hers. "I wear it when I wanna feel you…"

"You," he closed his eyes as Jackie began to scratch at his sideburns. "You wanna feel me?"

"Yeah," she sighed as his lips drew near her mouth. "At night…I miss you, Steven. And sometimes, I get lonely in my house and can't sleep. And I don't want to constantly come running to you when I'm feeling alone. So…" Jackie looked down, now somewhat ashamed at her confession. "I put on your shirt, and it makes me feel better. It feels like you and smells like you…so I don't feel lonely anymore. And I can sleep."

"Baby," Hyde lifted up her chin and blue eyes met mismatched green and blue. "You feel lonely, or you can't sleep – whatever, you call me, alright? I'll come get you. You won't be alone."

Jackie shivered. He was so good to her. Even now, when tonight was supposed to be all about him, he was concerned for her, and no one ever made her feel what he had made her feel from the moment he taught her zen.

Safe.

"Shhhh, Puddin. Tonight's about you, Steven. I wanna make you feel good…I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel…" Jackie grabbed his hand and led him to his cot. "Lay down on your tummy, baby…"

Hyde looked at her questionably, but did as he was told. She couldn't tell him – just couldn't find the words – to let him know how much he meant to her. So she was going to show him – words didn't mean anything to Steven…but actions. Actions did. And while he never said the words…she knew.

She meant a lot to him too.

Hyde lay on his stomach, as Led Zeppelin wailed on in the background. Jackie straddled his hips, and ran her fingers down his spine underneath his t-shirt. He moaned softly. "God, Jackie…"

Jackie leaned down and whispered softly in his ear, making him shiver. "Did you…did you miss me today, Steven?"

"Ye-yeah..."

Jackie giggled. She knew how hard it was for him to talk about his emotions, and this small admission of missing her was the equivalent to a declaration of love shouted from the rooftops from other boys. But he wasn't like other boys. And she was glad.

"I missed you too baby…"

She lifted up his shirt, running her hands all over his back as she helped him shed himself of the material. As she ran her hands over his smooth skin, she marveled at what a man he was. This wasn't a boy's skin that she was touching, but a man's.

And it thrilled her to no end.

Jackie started to massage his shoulders, smoothing her hands over all the kinks she found in his muscles. He groaned in thanks, and she smiled to herself. She was beyond proud that she could make this man make those kinds of sounds. That he made them because of something she did.

Christ, he made her so happy.

"Feel good, baby?" she whispered in his ear.

"God, Jackie, yes…please don't stop," Hyde whispered.

"You sure? I thought this would feel better…" And so saying, she traced over his spine with her tongue.

"Fuck!"

She laughed quietly. She loved this. Loved doing things that made him feel good. She, who everyone thought was so shallow and superficial, was enchanted at doing something for someone else. Especially for this man – for her man.

She switched from licking his spine to laying fat wet kisses all over his back. As she was doing so, she let her hands massage his sides, paying particular attention to the skin around his hips, which she knew were one of his spots. As she made her way to his neck, her hands rubbing tiny circles on his sides, she moaned his name onto his skin.

"You taste so good, baby," she whimpered. God, did he ever…

Jackie reached Hyde's neck, licking and laying kisses all over his shoulders. Her arms held her up his head, and used one of her hands to fist them through his curls. As his head leaned back with the motion, she started to lick the sides of his neck, alternating between licks and nibbles all over his neck and shoulders.

To Jackie's delighted surprise, Hyde flipped over. He thread his fingers through her hair as he pulled her down for a passionate kiss. "God, Jackie…" he groaned into her mouth, grinding his hips against hers.

Jackie pulled away, to Hyde's obvious dismay, and smiled down at him. "I'm not done with you, Puddin…"

"Jackie, please…"Hyde begged, fisting his hands in her hair as she started to lay kisses all over his naked chest.

"No, Puddin. Tonight's about you, Steven. I'm not done with you yet," Jackie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

"Christ..." he groaned.

Jackie laughed softly, loving every one of his mumbled curses as she continued to kiss and nibble her way down his chest. She licked lovingly at each one of his nipples, tugging softly at them with her teeth as they hardened.

"Jesus, baby…"

She smiled again into his skin, as her hands started to unbuckle the belt at his waist. As the belt gave way, she felt his erection push against the denim restraining it. She started to rub his dick against the fabric of his jeans, and felt his hands fist into her hair. Jackie looked up at her boyfriend, fully loving the look of complete sexual agony that had overtaken his features. She started to trace patterns on the skin above his jeans. As she did so, she began to undo his fly, looking up at him between her heavy eyelashes.

He had closed his eyes, his mouth tight in anticipation. The strain of letting her go at her own pace was evident on his face, and knowing how control was so important to him, and yet he chose to give it to her so freely – it made her fall in love with him all over again.

As she undid the last button on his fly, his erection burst out of his jeans, finally free. He hadn't worn any underwear today, she noticed, and it made her even more wet from wanting him. But tonight was about him, and as she gripped him in her tiny hands, she was determined to make him not ever regret being with her.

"Steven," she called. "Open your eyes, baby…"

Hyde opened his eyes to see Jackie look up at him with so much emotion in her eyes that she took his breath away. And then gasped audibly when she took him all the way into her mouth.

"FUCK…" He couldn't even get the words out. She chuckled softly at his outburst. God, he felt good… tasted even better….

She continued to suck on his dick, licking it up and down as if it were an ice cream cone. The sounds coming out of his mouth couldn't have turned her on more, and she wondered if this is how he felt when he when down on her. The power that she had over him was getting her wetter by the second, and she wondered if she herself could even hold out much longer. God, the way his hands felt in her hair, the grunts coming out of his mouth, even the music playing in the background – it was all getting to be too much, and she began to lose herself in a spell of her own making…

At that moment, Hyde pulled Jackie off of him, as she yelped in protest. "Steven! I wasn't done!"

"Sorry, baby…but, Goddamn, Jackie…I can't wait any longer…" Hyde pulled her up to him, cupping her face in his hands, getting the words out in between passionate kisses.

"But I wasn't finished yet. I wanted tonight to be about you baby…" Jackie protested, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"God, Jackie," Hyde wrapped her legs around his waist. "It's about me every time we're together. I swear, I'm feeling as good as you are…"

"But baby…"Jackie cut in, still wanting him to feel her love, since words, and apparently her actions, weren't quite doing it.

"No, Jackie. Look at me," Hyde forced her eyes to his. "It means as much to me as it does to you. I promise."

Jackie looked deep into her boyfriend's eyes and felt a peculiar shift around her heart. It was similar to the way she felt when she went on a roller coaster, as the ride went down that first drop, her heart rose in her throat. This boy, no, man, had a half-naked girl in his bed, who was willing to do anything he wanted.

And he worried. About her.

"Oh Steven," she whimpered, kissing him with a passion and intensity that she had never quite felt before.

"Jackie…" Hyde grasped her hips as she began to grind softly against him. He grabbed her head, taking her mouth and her moan that followed. He lifted up the shirt, to see that she had nothing on underneath, except for her black boots. He smiled into her neck, and she could feel the soft chuckle that came with it.

"Naked except for a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and boots? That's so badass..." he murmured into her throat, as he feasted on her flesh. Jackie moaned in agreement, and opened her eyes in surprise as Hyde shifted, and said, "Jackie, get up."

"Wh – what?"

"Shhhh…" Hyde shushed her, and as Jackie stood in front of him, naked except for her boots, he smiled in pleasure.

"You're like the best present I've ever gotten."

Jackie smiled in absolute wonder. And couldn't believe, wouldn't believe, that this man who was so enraptured by her body could do anything but love her. She felt it. It was in the way his hands caressed her flesh. The way his tongue laved around her belly button. The way his teeth gently nipped her thighs.

She was….finally loved.

Jackie was so overcome with emotion that she felt tears forming in the back of her eyes. And she wouldn't let him see them, didn't want him to think that he was doing anything but pleasuring her soul with his touch. So she swallowed them as best she could, and let his touch take her to a place where words were unnecessary.

And touch was the only language that remained.

When she finally lowered herself onto his length, she closed her eyes and groaned in contentment. As she began to move over him, she opened her eyes to see Hyde's intense blue eyes staring at her face.

"What's –" she had barely gotten the word out before he grabbed her and pulled her in for an intense kiss, thrusting his hips upward to go deeper inside of her.

"You're" Hyde hissed in between his teeth. "You're mine, alright? No one else's….You're mine…" And as she continued to grind against his hips, hearing him whisper "mine" all across her flesh, she started to quiver inside. But before she completely let go – before his thrusting hips drove her into delirium – she had to know.

"Steven," she gasped, trying so hard to hold on against the pleasure of his mouth, his hands, and his body, "are you…are you…"

"I'm yours, Jackie," he whispered, looking so deep inside her that she swore she felt his gaze on her heart. "I'm yours…"

And she let go.

Thinking back on those memories, Jackie forced down a sob. She was his, he said. Then why did he let go so easily? Why did he not fight for them? What was it about her that made the people she loved so deeply want to hurt her so badly?

She didn't know the answer to any of these questions, and she doubted she ever would. All that was left now was memories of times long gone, and probably best left buried. The Steven that whispered mine across her skin died a long time ago. In his place was a heartless bastard who thrilled in making her miserable.

She was done with the misery.

She had come here to start over, and start over she would.

Determined that today was the day she found her apartment, she grabbed her things, and walked out the door…