A/N: We'd like to thank everyone who has stuck with us and reviewed consistently…back when we were planning this whole thing out, we were so sure that by this point we would have two readers left. Seriously, we lack words for how completely awesome you all are, and it warms our little Zennie hearts to know that y'all trust us enough to have put up with everything so far. But, you know, unlike the That 70's Show writers, we don't just mess shit up for fun, and we don't throw strippers in for no reason. Remember that nothing that happens is random or without purpose, and we've left a few little clues that we think could help you understand why we felt the need to write such a strange story, and maybe even where it's all going.
Us and Them
Hyde walked the familiar route up to Eric's room, a sense of dread slowly filling his senses. Coming to the closed door, he could hear them. Panting, moaning, pleading for more…harder…
He didn't want to open the door, didn't want to see them, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Suddenly, he was staring at Jackie's face as Kasey Kelso pounded into her, making her come hard as she called out his name. It all played itself out in slow motion. Jackie looked up at him in horror, but instead of the drunk, hazy expression he was expecting, her eyes were clear and showed a complete understanding of what she was doing. She wanted it. She wanted Kasey to fuck her like that, she wanted to call out Kasey's name, she wanted to look Hyde in the eyes as another man violated her.
"Oh God, yes, Kasey!" Her voice rang out through the dark bedroom.
Anger swelled up inside of him, and he reached for the nearest object he could find: a discarded t-shirt. Walking up behind Kasey, he flung the white cotton around his neck, pulling back hard enough to crush his windpipe and send him crashing to the ground. Another moment of tugging and twisting sharply on the fabric, and Kasey had stopped moving. Now he lay, devoid of life, in a heap on the floor.
Turning his angry glare on Jackie, Hyde could see her trembling with fear, her eyes wide and frightened as she stared at him.
"Please don't hurt me, Steven," she whimpered, but he didn't hear. Instead he grabbed the pillow off of Eric's bed and crushed it into Jackie's face, smothering her scream of terror with Spiderman's crouching body. She thrashed against him, knocking over a nearby lamp and a shelf of Star Wars models in her struggle for air. Hyde just held the pillow over her mouth mercilessly, wanting her to hurt, to suffer, to die…
"Steven!" Kitty called, startling him out of his horrible dream. Taking in his surroundings, Hyde realized that he had fallen asleep on the couch last night. His whole body was sore as he tried to remember exactly what he'd done the night before…
Apart from his raging headache, Kasey Kelso felt fine as he slowly opened his eyes, hearing only the sweet hum of his Trans Am in motion. Peering over at the driver's side through squinted and nearly swollen-shut eyes, he found Steven Hyde driving and singing softly to Pink Floyd.
"Goodbye cruel world, I'm leaving you today. Goodbye, Goodbye…Hmm hmm…"
"Hey…man," Kasey choked out, gulping away a fresh lump of anxiety that had quickly collected in his throat. "What's goin' on, buddy?"
"You and I are going for a little drive," Hyde answered calmly.
Within a matter of seconds, Kasey discovered that his hands had been rendered immobile by something that felt a little like rope. He tried to tug them apart, but it was no use; Hyde had thought ahead and bound the former Marine's wrists together. "Hyde, look, man. She came on to ME and she's a really hot girl, what was I…"
"Shut the fuck up," Hyde growled, pulling the car over and sending Kasey's face colliding into the passenger side window. "We're here," he said, quieter and eerily calmer than before as he threw the gear into park and got out of the car. Slamming the door shut, Hyde stalked around the car to the passenger side, inciting pure panic in Kasey as he squirmed in his seat and tried to undo his ties.
"Fuck! Fuck!" But there was no time. The passenger door flew open and Kasey was suddenly on his knees in the dirt. "Come on, Hyde! She wanted me, man! What was I supposed to do?" A boot to the face shut Kasey up temporarily, causing him to fly back against the car. "Damn it, Hyde," his bloodied mouth spat. "What the fuck did you go and do that for?" Before Kasey knew it, a picture of Jacquelyn Burkhart, smiling in her favorite sundress and standing on the Forman's driveway was shoved in his face.
"Her," Hyde clarified with a smirk, followed by another kick to the rapist's head. "Now, shut the fuck up!"
"Eric's on the phone, he wants to talk to you." Kitty called down, pulling him out of his memory; her usual excitement was absent, instead she sounded tired and dull, but Hyde had been wanting to talk to his friend, had been missing him more than he anticipated. When he walked upstairs to the kitchen phone, Kitty was holding the receiver with teary eyes. "I understand Eric," she whimpered in a voice that contradicted her statement. "I just miss you, sweetie…" Whatever Eric was telling her was obviously not easing her pain, and she whimpered slightly as she said her goodbyes and handed the phone to Hyde. Without sparing him another glance, Kitty ran from the room, headed for the living room.
"Forman?" Hyde asked, holding the receiver up to his ear.
"Hey, Hyde," Eric answered, sounding happier than a man who had ditched his fiancé should.
"How's Detroit?" Hyde asked, holding back the inexplicable desire he had to beg his friend to come home and fix everything. That's what Eric did…he saved everyone's asses when they were in trouble, and, God, Hyde didn't think he'd ever been in bigger trouble.
"It's pretty great, man," Eric answered, his smile carrying through the phone line.
"You, uh, haven't seen Donna, have you?"
"No, man…" Eric answered, the tone of his voice betraying that he hadn't spent much time worrying about his red headed love.
"She was driving up to find you," Hyde explained, remembering the scene just before Donna had left. They had screamed at each other, parted on horrible terms, and Hyde had thrown her beloved toaster against the wall with enough force to dent the damn thing.
"I, uh…I think I'm gonna break up with her…for good, Hyde. I mean… I realized that I can't be with Donna right now. I was always just holding her back, and it was because I needed to take some time to figure out who I am and what I want." Listening to him speak, Hyde suddenly became suspicious.
"You met a fuckin' chick, didn't you?" he asked, half proud, half accusatory.
Eric laughed before he answered. "Yeah, I did. And Hyde, she's…she's…she loves Star Wars, man, and she works at a comic book store and she didn't make fun of me for wanting to roleplay as Luke and Leia. She wanted it, too!" Eric sighed happily and Hyde grimaced at his pansy-ass friend's lovesick musings. "I feel like this is what I need to do, you know?"
"I thought you left because you wanted what was best for your relationship with Donna," Hyde accused, growing irritated with his friend and conveniently pushing aside the memory of what he had done with the red head.
"But that was before I got here. Maybe what's best for my relationship with Donna is for us to be apart right now! I need to find myself, Hyde."
"What, and you 'find yourself' by screwing a chick who loves Star Wars in the same unholy way you do?" Hyde asked, annoyed.
"In the end, we're only going to go round and round with this, Hyde. You have to accept that this is my decision." Eric sounded so sure of himself that Hyde decided to drop that line of discussion.
"So then, you don't know when you'll get back?" Hyde couldn't mask the pain in his voice as he asked the question…couldn't hide the need he had for Eric to come home and help him figure out what to do.
"Dude, is everything alright?" Eric asked, concerned by Hyde's tone.
"I don't know, Forman," Hyde whispered into the phone, leaning his forehead against the wall. "The night you left…everything went to hell. I found Jackie with Kasey Kelso, and, and…I think I hurt her, Eric. I can't remember, but…" Closing his eyes, Hyde thought about how much he had wanted to talk to Eric; how much he had needed the sane voice of his friend. His voice still shaking with fear and the confusing emotions left over from that night, Hyde related the whole story to Eric.
"Hey, man, I'm sure it's alright. You wouldn't have done something like that, I know you. However much you like to pretend, you love Jackie and Jackie loves you…I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for everything."
"Why couldn't you be here to tell me that back when it happened?" Hyde asked, his voice shaking and near tears. "Why aren't you here to help me fix this?" In his mind, Hyde found himself blaming whatever had happened with Jackie on Eric. After all, if Eric had been around to claim his lap dance, he might have never met the damn stripper in the first place, never had that encounter with Donna. Eric wouldn't have let him fuck everything up so completely, wouldn't have let him get into the irreparable mess he was in now.
Eric's mouth fell open at the raw emotion in his unemotional friend's voice. That wasn't something he ever expected from Hyde. "Hey, now, buddy. God only knows, it's not what I would choose to do. But Hyde, I need to do this for myself. I would be there to help you if I could…but I have to stay here." There was a long pause on the line, filled only with the sound of Hyde's labored breathing. "Do you think everything's alright, man?"
"I think I'm going crazy," Hyde confessed. "I can't remember what happened with Jackie, and last night… I just…I feel like I don't know what's going on, which is which and who is who. I really…"
"Hyde, I have to go," Eric cut him off, saying a quick goodbye and hanging up the phone as 'Leia' emerged from the bathroom of his motel room. He felt a little guilty for abandoning his friend, but really, it was a busy day and he had things on his mind. Well…maybe just one thing, he smiled to himself as his new lady friend slipped off her robe and stood before him nude.
"God you're sexy, Leia," he growled, earning him a breathy giggle from the smoking hot blond Star Wars geek in front of him. She flopped down on the bed next to him and kissed him soundly on the lips before pulling him over her.
"I need to feel you, Luke," she smiled widely as he shuddered at the name. "Use the force." They smiled together before melting into a sensual embrace and cocooning themselves under the covers.
The memory of what he had done last night wouldn't leave Hyde alone, and images of Kasey's bloody face haunted his thoughts as he stood with the dead receiver in his hands.
As Kasey lay on the ground groaning, he tried to gather his strength after the several merciless stomps that had been inflicted upon his once handsome face. The El Camino, driven by Fez, approached the scene; its headlights illuminated the form of Steven Hyde as he stood over Kasey Kelso and contemplated his next move.
Cautiously, Fez got out and approached the two. "Hyde?"
"Where's my car?"
"Back there," Fez replied timidly; the look on his usually stoic friend's face was making him nervous. "What are you going to do to him?"
"Just go wait in the El Camino. I'll be there in a minute," Hyde said, finally taking his eyes off the bloodied asshole at his feet. More scared than he had ever been in his short life, Fez complied, backing away as he watched Hyde open up the trunk to the Trans Am and pull out the wooden bat. "Ai," he whimpered to himself before turning to run and hide in the Camino.
Consciously waiting for his foreign friend to disappear from sight, Hyde returned his attention to the man who had violated and raped his fiancé. He lifted Kasey to his feet and tossed the bat on the ground behind himself. Untying the rope quickly, Hyde shoved Kasey forward. "Let's go!"
It was the muffled sobs coming from the living room that finally pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Mrs. Forman, are you okay?" Hyde asked quietly as he stepped through the swinging door. She looked up at him guiltily and wiped her eyes, smoothing her makeup and trying to smile for the Hyde's benefit. She knew that since Jackie had gone missing, Hyde had been having a hard time.
Patting the seat next to her, she began to speak. "I'm just fine, sweetie… It's a little hard, you know. Laurie's always been such an ungrateful child and now Eric left without even saying goodbye." She shook her head sadly. Hyde sat down next to her, feeling slightly awkward being around so much emotion, but also wanting her to feel better. "Did he tell you when he might be coming home?"
Hyde shook his head. "No…I don't think he's coming home, Mrs. Forman. He wants to break up with Donna…he was talking about finding himself and a new girl he met… I think he's staying." His voice cracked on the last word, and Kitty looked at him with wide sympathetic eyes.
"He abandoned you, too, didn't he?" Hyde just nodded pathetically, letting Kitty hug him tightly in her motherly grief. "Everything is going to be just fine, Steven. I bet you anything Jackie will show up soon, and everything will be fine." She smiled brightly at him, hoping to lift his mood.
"I don't think so," he mumbled sadly. "Even if Jackie does come back, I screwed everything up so bad that…" Putting his head in his hands, Hyde spoke to the floor while Kitty listened. "I think I hurt her, Mrs. Forman. I think…I think I did more than hurt her. I don't remember everything…it's all hazy…but I keep having these dreams, and…"
"No, Steven! I don't believe that for a second! My sweet little orphan boy would never hurt someone!"
"But that night…I found her in Eric's room with Kasey…having sex with Kasey, Mrs. Forman." He shook his head at the vivid memory of the scene.
"WHAT? That little harlot seduced my Kasey?" She seemed to catch herself after a moment, and turned to Hyde. "I'm so sorry, Steven…"
"No…he drugged her. She was drugged… But I didn't know it that night…I was so mad…so mad…I just…"
"No…" Kitty shook her head at the thought that such a handsome man could be so horrible without even a scar or an eye patch to warn others. "Steven, everything is okay; I'm just sure that you couldn't have done anything wrong. Everything's alright. You're going through a stressful time right now, honey, and it's completely natural that you would be having nightmares, but they don't necessarily mean anything."
Hyde tried to accept Kitty's comfort but found it impossible to ignore the feeling that he had done something horrible.
"Why don't you head downstairs, Steven?" Kitty suggested when she noticed that her words were making no impression on the troubled boy. "I think I saw Michael pull up in his fancy new car with that nice little blond girl he's been bringing around here so much."
"Mrs. Forman!" Hyde exclaimed, outraged. "She's not a nice girl, she's a freakin' stripper!"
"Well, all I know is that she complimented my cookies, and she seems like a very polite young lady." Irritated with Kitty, but unable to express his anger with the woman who had taken him in and would defend him against anything, he stood up and headed back into the kitchen on his way to the basement.
As he walked, he rubbed his sore shoulder and remembered how he had swung his wooden bat at Kasey using every ounce of strength in his body…
Disoriented, Kasey turned around. "Man, Hyde. I'm telling you, she asked for it! She was all over me! And if you have a problem with that, then you should probably take it up with her!"
"What the fuck did you give her?" Hyde asked, stepping forward and hurling a rapid left hook at Kasey's face that sent the eldest Kelso son down on his ass. "What the fuck drug did you give her?!"
Holding his swelling face, Kasey glared up at Hyde. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about, man." Unsatisfied with the obviously bullshit answer, Hyde yanked Kasey back up off the ground.
"I'm gonna ask you one more time," he growled, shoving Kasey back once more. "What did you give Jackie?"
Already beaten to the point of delirium, Kasey threw caution to he wind and smiled at Hyde. "What is it exactly that you're upset about, Hyde, that I fucked her or that she liked it so much?"
A wry smile graced Hyde's face; he was done asking questions. "Alright," he said, leaning over and picking up his trusty bat. "I gave you enough chances."
"Hyde, come on," Kasey pleaded, his arm extended in self-preservation. "She's just another chick, man. We've known each other forever."
"She was gonna be my wife, you piece of shit." Without warning, Hyde drew his Louisville Slugger behind his back and swung with all his might, making a clean shot at Kasey's gut. Feeling no mercy, he swung again, never noticing that Kasey was bent over from the previous hit, and caught him directly in the windpipe with a crushing blow. A sharp gasp fell from Kasey's lips as he collapsed, wide-eyed, at Hyde's feet…
His eyes glued to the television, trying his best to ignore the disgusting slurping sounds coming from the couch, Fez sat in Hyde's chair and wished for normalcy.
"Come on Candie. It won't take long, baby. Fez won't see," Kelso assured her, drawing out a strange giggle from the stripper's lips as she pulled away from their kiss.
"I don't care if he does." Startled, Fez looked over just in time to catch Candie's wink.
His deep brown eyes narrowed, lips thinly pursed for dramatic effect. "Oh don't even try it, you whore." Candie gasped at the foreigner and turned to Kelso.
"Michael! Are you just gonna fucking let him talk to me like that?"
"But…you're a stripper, baby," Kelso reasoned, his voice slipping into a whisper when he found her ear and nibbled lightly. "And you liked it last night."
Giggling, obviously recalling the memory, Candie gave him a kiss. "Oh yeah," she confessed, standing up. "I'm gonna grab a beer, baby, you want one?"
"Hell yeah," he answered enthusiastically, shifting his gaze to Fez, "You want one, man?"
Moving his glare from Kelso to Candie, Fez shook his head. "No."
"Aw, come on, Fez. How often do we get a chick in here who fetches beers? Jackie and Donna never did that! They never did anything…no stripping, no tube-top wearing…and definitely no fetching of beer. Candie's the best, man!" he announced, smiling at the tall blond, who smiled back.
"You disgust me," Fez shot back, getting up from the couch. Did no one care about where his poor Jackie had disappeared to? Did no one see how badly Hyde had deteriorated in the last three days? "What about Jackie, Kelso? Have you forgotten about my goddess?"
"I'm not on duty, FEZ!"
Fez shook his head with pure disgust. "I cannot stay here anymore. I am going home. Good day."
"But Fez…"
"I said good fucking day!!" Kelso's mouth dropped open just as Candie tossed him his beer, but it slipped through his butterfingers and fell to the floor. Without thinking—probably still in shock from the gutter mouth on the foreign kid—Kelso prepared to pop it open just as Candie sat back down.
"No, Michael!"
POP! Spash!
"Michael!" Candie screamed as an entire can of Lowenbrau exploded all over her pink tube-top. "God damn it!"
"I'm sorry, baby! Here," he offered, taking off his wet shirt and handing it to her. "Wear this."
"That's wet, too," she snapped, looking at him as if he must have been the dumbest man on earth. "What am I gonna do?"
Kelso thought for a moment until it occurred to him. "Hyde has t-shirts! Tons of 'em. Man, he's got like a thousand of 'em! Really crappy ones, too. He won't care." Grabbing hold of Candie's sticky, beer dampened hand, Kelso walked into the small back room.
As he entered through the kitchen door from the living room, Hyde caught Fez walking out the slider door. "Hey Fez," Hyde called out discretely, waving him over. "Come here, man." He watched his small friend turn around slowly, cautiously; he looked…terrified. "Fez? What's up, man?"
Taking a struggled gulp, Fez forced out his words. "Uh, uh, nothing?"
Hyde grimaced and reached to comfort his friend with a pat, but Fez flinched and stepped back. "Man, what…what the hell happened last night? How did I get home?"
Unable to believe what he was hearing, Fez took another step back and glanced at the slider door latch, making sure it was in the unlocked position in case he needed to make a harried run for it. "You don't remember? You drove us home, Hyde. After…" he trailed off, too upset to finish his thought.
"After what?"
"I don't know, you tell me," Fez replied, his voice trembling. "You're scaring me, Hyde. And where is Jackie?"
"I already told you, I don't know, man!"
Reaching into his back pocket, Fez pulled out his wallet and grabbed his entire stack of Jackie photos—probably his favorite thing in the world. "Well you better start remembering, really soon," he said, shoving the stack at Hyde's chest and leaving him standing in the kitchen in shock as clutched the twenty or so pictures of his brunette beauty.
"Why does he have so much girlie shit in here?" Candie asked as she stepped into Hyde's room, looking over the scented candles and twinkle lights skeptically.
"Huh? Oh, Jackie did all that crap," Kelso answered. Rifling through the trunk at the base of Hyde's cot, Kelso pulled on one of Hyde's shirts while looking for a t-shirt for his girlfriend—preferably something white and see-through—when he heard her squeal with excitement.
"Michael, look at this dress! It would look so cute on me!" Looking up, Kelso saw Candie pulling a floral halter dress off an exposed pipe where several of Jackie's favorite outfits still hung. The dress was demure on Jackie, but with her broader shoulders and larger breasts, it would be skimpy and hot on the blond girl. Sitting down on the trunk, Kelso watched attentively as Candie pulled her pink tube top off, revealing her bare back to Kelso's appreciative gaze. Looking back over her shoulder, she winked at him while shimmying her hips, sending her tiny shorts down her legs and revealing her lack of underwear.
"God, you're so hot baby, you should move to the freakin' Playboy mansion in Chicago." Candie giggled at the compliment, turning slightly to give Kelso a peek of her full breasts and shaved pubic mound before pulling the dress up, pretending to be demure under his lustful gaze. Once she was dressed, she turned to face him, showing off the alluring way the dress pulled over her chest, barely containing her.
"What do you think, Michael?" she asked playfully, spinning in a circle and letting Kelso admire her in Jackie's favorite dress. The way he licked his lips while he stared at her let her know exactly what he thought, and she laughed when he stood up and reached for her, easily dodging his grasp. A moment later, Kelso had her pressed up against the wall, his muscular chest pressing against her while his hands rested on the wall on either side of her head, his strong arms acting like a cage. His eyes held a predatory gleam that sent a rush of wet heat through her body, leaving her eyes hooded with desire and her lips parted in invitation.
"I think you're a sexy little slut, baby," he growled in her ear before capturing her lips with his, feeling her body's response to his domination. She kissed him back desperately, opening her mouth to his tongue's insistent demand and moaning as he bit down on her lower lip. As they roughly kissed against the wall, Candie slid her hands down Kelso's well defined chest, quickly removing his belt and jeans.
Kelso growled low in his throat when Candie dropped to her knees in front of him, pushing his boxers down his legs before taking his throbbing cock enthusiastically in her mouth, wasting no time as she swallowed it down.
"God, baby, you're such a good little whore," he told her as he slid his fingers through her blond hair, holding her head steady as he thrust himself into her mouth, nearly coming at the sight of his hips pressed into Candie's chin, his dick completely buried in her throat. He pulled away before he exploded, though, tugging her hair and pulling her into a standing position before lifting her up and pinning her to the wall, his muscles flexing with the effort.
"God, Michael, fuck me," Candie moaned loudly as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing Jackie's dress up and bringing her bare pussy into contact with his aching erection.
"No," he groaned, pulling away from her and turning her body around, driving into her aching wetness in a single stroke. Candie supported herself with her hands on the wall, pushing her hips back against Kelso's as he thrust into her roughly.
"Yes, Michael!" Candie called out as she writhed against Kelso's penetration, coming hard as he fucked her.
"Oh fuck, baby," Kelso gasped as her orgasm pulsed around him, sending him over the edge with a throaty yell that was interrupted when the bedroom door slammed open.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" Hyde seethed, taking in the scene before him: Kelso in his favorite Zeppelin shirt with jeans bunched around his ankles fucking someone from behind. Someone wearing Jackie's dress… "Jackie?" Hyde whispered, filled instantly with soaring hope and crushing horror. When Candie turned her head to see who had caught them, all of Hyde's thoughts turned instantly to anger. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!" He roared, taking in the sight of the blond whore in Jackie's clothes, getting fucked by Kelso, in his fucking bedroom.
Kelso stared at his friend with wide, terrified eyes. "Oh, uh, Hyde…I spilled beer on Candie and she needed clothes and…please don't kill us!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Hyde growled at his friend before pointing at the blond. "Get that whore the fuck out of my room and give me back my shirt and Jackie's dress!" He remained at the door, glowering at the couple and not showing the least interest in Candie's body as she stripped off the sundress and replaced it with her shorts and wet tube top. His disgust with her was so complete, so consuming, that he couldn't even objectively appreciate her body.
"God, do you think it's alright to just freak people out like that! UH!" With that, Kelso grabbed Candie's hand, leading her out of the room and hoping to avoid further confrontation with Hyde.
Finally alone in his bedroom, Hyde wished to God that this day could just be over. Jackie was gone, the fucking stripper whore was still around, Fez was terrified of him, and he had… God, had he killed Kasey?
Hyde froze for a moment before using his foot to nudge Kasey's lifeless body. "Hey. Get the fuck up," he ordered, prodding him again. "Damn it." Kneeling down, Hyde checked his pulse. Nothing. The asshole was dead. "Oh, shit." His blood ran cold as he took in the scene. Looking around, Hyde checked the area for anything linking him to the crime. Just the bat. He nearly walked away with just that before he had a thought and reached into Kasey's pockets, finding immediately what he knew would be there: an unlabeled bottle of tiny white pills. "Fucker," Hyde grumbled, kicking the deceased lump on the ground one last time.
Tossing Kasey's keys into the Trans Am, Hyde returned to his El Camino. "What did you do to him?" Fez asked cautiously.
"Fez. If anyone asks, we were in the basement tonight. Both of us, all night. Got it?"
"But Hyde…"
"Got it?!"
"Got it," Fez whispered.
Never uttering another word, Hyde drove down Mt. Hump and returned to Point Place for what he swore would be the last time…
Hyde closed the door to his room and paced the small area, sparing a glance at the white rabbit in her cage. So he was really a murderer, no matter what happened with Jackie. Of course he couldn't stay in Point Place. Tonight…he would leave tonight. First he needed to sit down and wrap his mind around everything that had happened. As he sat down, he felt the crinkle of Fez's photographs in his back pocket.
Pulling out the stack of pictures, Hyde flipped through them until he found one of Jackie in her tiny blue bikini. God, she was so hot in that swim suit. Lying back on his cot, Hyde remembered the exact day Fez had taken this picture: almost a year ago when he and Jackie were broken up…
Hyde crawled out of the backseat of the Vista Cruiser with Fez, annoyed that Jackie had stolen into the front seat, keeping her distance as she had all summer. The gang, minus Kelso, had gathered in Forman's driveway an hour ago to attend a party Pam Macy was throwing in celebration of the end of summer, wishing luck to all the new high school grads headed off to college.
Jackie sauntered ahead of the gang towards Pam Macy's house, wearing a mostly transparent cover over her tiny blue bikini. He watched her hips sway as she walked; the motion of her ass was hypnotic. He was assaulted by the memory of the previous summer when he could touch every inch of skin that Jackie's bikinis revealed. Now, it was just a horrible reminder of the fact that he'd fucked up, and she was making him pay for it.
"Hey, Jackie," a muscle bound football player called out to her, running in her direction. Hyde could read the disinterest on his girlfriend's face (ex-girlfriend, he reminded himself) until she noticed he was watching.
"Hi, Lance," she smiled at the blond man. Shooting a brief glance at Hyde, Jackie made absolutely certain that he saw her place her hand on Lance's arm as they walked into Pam's house together. Hyde hid his anger well behind Zen and sunglasses, but goddamn, she was HIS fucking girlfriend and he'd be damned if he was going to let other guys leer at her like a piece of meat. Donna watched his jaw clench and smirked at him; he could almost read her mind. Bet you wish you hadn't slept with that nurse, huh, dill hole?
Hyde just scowled at his friends before stalking towards the house, intent on keeping his eyes firmly glued to her bikini clad ass for the whole night. He was too caught up in his thoughts to notice the small blond girl that stepped into his path right as he crossed the threshold into the house.
"Hi, Hyde," Pam Macy greeted him with a wink. The stupid bitch had never left him alone after junior prom. For a slut, he thought, she sure didn't understand the meaning of 'one night stand.' He was about to push her aside when he noticed Jackie watching him, her eyes narrowed with jealousy as Pam stared up at him. Hiding his smile at Jackie's reaction, Hyde turned to the blond, not sparing another glance in Jackie's direction.
"Pam," he nodded at her, letting her take his hand and lead him out back to the pool.
An hour later, Pam was still talking about her graduation dress, and Hyde wanted to hang himself. Had he really once believed that Pam and Jackie were basically blond and brunette versions of the same person? Glancing across the yard to where Jackie was flirting with another football player, Hyde scowled and then looked back at Pam with false interest as soon as Jackie turned to look at him. What a fucking frustrating way to spend the day, he growled to himself as Jackie made a show about laughing at something her new arm candy was saying.
When he glanced up again, it was at the perfect moment to catch her pulling her swim suit cover over her head, revealing her lithe body to his hungry gaze. Shooting a haughty glance in Hyde's direction, Jackie strode to the pool, swiveling her hips alluringly while stepping onto the diving board. Waiting just a moment, until she was sure most people's eyes were on her, she walked to the edge of the board and dove into the pool. Years of swim lessons at daddy's country club paid off, resulting in a perfect dive. She swam across the pool in one breath, coming up in the shallow end and gracefully pulling herself out of the water, forsaking her towel and instead walking across the yard towards the house, letting droplets slide down her wet body.
Hyde watched the whole show with bated breath, equally turned on and pissed off at Jackie's performance. They locked eyes for a long moment as she walked by him, mentally daring him to take a good look at what he could no longer touch and shooting an angry glare at the blond girl rubbing up against him. She didn't notice when he brushed Pam's hand off his arm and followed her, his eyes glued to her half-covered ass while his growing erection strained against the jeans that he wouldn't take off even at a pool party. He saw an opportunity to get her alone when she passed by the deserted side of the house, so he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of sight of the rest of the party.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Steven?" Jackie hissed at him as he manhandled her, neither exactly sure of what he was doing.
"This is so fucking stupid, Jackie!" he yelled at her, releasing his grip on her shoulders and pacing in the narrow space. "You're acting like…like…"
"What am I acting like, Steven?!"
"You're acting like some stupid whore and letting all these guys fucking stare at you!" She slapped him hard across the face at those words, and the stinging pain ratcheted up both his rage and arousal.
"Leave me the hell alone, Steven! As I recall, I became single the moment my boyfriend fucked another woman, so you can just go to hell!"
As they stared at each other, anger and pent up sexual desire reached a head, and before he had a chance to consider his actions, Hyde had shoved Jackie up against the side of the house, pinning her there with his body and covering her lips with his own in a brutal kiss. Their lips clashed together, tongues tangling passionately as Hyde quickly unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxers down past his hips. This was going to be hard and fast and exactly what they both needed after the months of painful sexual tension.
Pushing her bikini bottoms aside, not even taking the time to remove them, Hyde lifted Jackie's legs to wrap around his waist and sunk into her in one hard thrust that forced her roughly back against the wall, wringing a quiet scream of half-pleasure, half-pain from her throat. He set a hard, fast rhythm, pounding her into the house as she writhed against him, never holding still for a second. He felt her come around him, her whole body quaking with the force of her orgasm as her long nails dug into his shoulders, pushing hard enough to nearly draw blood. The pain sent him over the edge, exploding inside of her and biting down harshly on her shoulder to silence his yell.
"Jackie," he panted her name against her neck, unconsciously nuzzling the skin with his face as they leaned against the side of the house gasping for breath. When she pulled away from him with a horrified expression on her face, he felt his stomach fall past his feet. He dropped her legs and stepped back, pants still around his knees, and just watched as she adjusted her bathing suit.
"This doesn't mean I forgive you, Steven. I still haven't made my decision." With that, she walked back out to the party on shaking legs, leaving Hyde furious and hurt as he slumped against the house…
God he had been so angry at her that day…angry enough to go on a date with Raquel a few days later, angry enough to turn Jackie away…but not angry enough to hurt her, possibly…kill her? The thought scared him to death, and suddenly all he wanted to do was pack a bag and get the hell out of town. He had to go to Chicago, where Pam had been, and try to find Jackie, he had to know she was alright. Hyde felt completely certain that if Jackie had been in Point Place, he would have heard news of her by now, so taking his search on the road seemed like the only logical choice.
Rising from the bed, he began to throw jeans and t-shirts into his giant green duffel bag, easily fitting his life within the canvas walls. Looking at the unicorn sitting on his bed, he could almost swear that the doll was staring up at him, eyes full of anger and blame. He shoved the toy into his duffel bag, not sure whether it was a reminder of Jackie or a reminder of what he had done.
He turned to Miss Z then, staring into her beady rabbit eyes as her nose twitched up at him.
"Don't worry, you're coming with me to find Jackie. I wouldn't leave you alone with all these dumbasses." He packed up Miss Z's supplies and grabbed her cage, heading into the main room of the basement to say goodbye to his home. His thoughts were interrupted, though, when the basement door flew open, revealing Kelso, now dried off and dressed in his cop uniform. He was panting hard, and at first Hyde couldn't make out what his friend was trying to tell him.
"Slow down, Kelso," Hyde grumbled, irritated with the twit.
"They found a dead body in the reservoir and I think it might be Jackie!" With that, Kelso ran out of the room, presumably to go back to the crime scene, leaving Hyde frozen in horror.
A/N2: Reviews are better than a naked Hyde cuddling a fluffy bunny! We're zooming to the finish of this crazy roller coaster, and we desperately want to know what you think. Remember, everything that happens is planned out and purposeful, even the stuff and characters you hate. Have you found anything in our chapters that gives you a clue to what's coming? Do you have theories? Did we just crush your theories? Why the hell are we writing this weird story? We really want to know what you think…it helps us stay motivated to know if y'all are actually thinking about this stuff.