Author Note:…it's just fiction…..don't freak out okay? Maybe a little short because Eric and the rest follow in the next chapter.

Chapter 14 – Hyde and Kelso's Fears Come True

T7S

"Do me next!" Jackie giggled. Tatiana smiled and passed over a green pasty cracker which Jackie bravely took a bite of despite the horrendous smell and taste. "Not so good." She remarked. Another cup of Sensimilla tea was passed to the brunette who finisher her cracker with the help of more weed tea. Jackie closed her eyes and in mere seconds (or so it seemed) she was looked over at Eric and was filled with emotions cascading through her – love, pure unadulterated elation and need. For Eric Forman? Whoa! Was she high? Oh, yeah…she was high.

Eric happened to look over as Jackie's bright eyes locked with his and it was like he felt that emotional roller coaster she was riding. This was a coaster that needed more than a lap bar and just how ah-maz-ing did she manage to look in all this candlelight? His subconscious said, "Donna who?"

Fez raised his hand, "Does it taste like candy?"

Tatiana smiled at her little Hierophant, "Darling, you will find it tastes like anything you want it to."

Not wanting to be left out, Kelso smiled his most winsome smile, "I like candy."

Tatiana barely refrained from rolling her eyes. "Of course you do and you like Candy's sisters too, of that I'm certain." She spread a big spoon of the green mash on Kelso's cracker.

Now was the time to let the tea and crackers work their magic. The fortune teller needed her crystal ball and a brief meditation moment.

-o-

Steven opened his eyes and it appeared as if he was in the Forman basement but there were no walls, only bars-bars like he was in jail. The washing machine and freezer were butted up against the steel rods that seemed to rise into an invisible ceiling. The couch was there but the television was only filled with static as if the antennae couldn't receive the signal. There were no stairs and the door was just more bars. Beyond the bars was an impenetrable blackness.

Was he nervous? Not really, he was in the Forman basement! You couldn't call the feeling that spread through him as fear. Discomfort might have been a better word. He sat on his usual chair and looked at his feet which were clad in black rubber sandals and white socks under an orange jumpsuit. He looked at his arms and freaked. An orange jumpsuit? Now he was nervous!

Tatiana face appeared between the bars where his bedroom was supposed to be. "Yes Steven Hyde. This is your greatest fear come true. You are under house arrest." She was dressed like a prison warden only a sexy one. Damn her!

Hyde huffed and strode over to the bars that separated the evil gypsy and the basement and he punched at the metal with his fist which only resulted in a painful bruise. "FUCK YOU!"

She only smiled until his temper tantrum was over. After the couch had been upended and the television dashed to the floor he stomped over and whipped his shades from his eyes. "Why am I under arrest?"

Tatiana handed him a manila envelope with a docket number printed on the outside. HYDE, STEVEN J. 84-059734

He ripped open the sealed envelope and started reading and as he did so, he could feel al the blood leave his head and pool somewhere in his stocking covered rubber sandaled toes. He opened his mouth but the fortune teller only said the words he couldn't believe.

"This is your greatest fear - The Government was after you but not for the reasons you think. This time is was for failure to pay taxes. Reports were that you pocketed money for sales tax that your father reported as income and it appeared that you altered the books. Very illegal in the state of Wisconsin. They confiscated the Point Place Grooves store and auctioned it to recover some of the lost income." She clucked her tongue. "W.B. was very upset…. I think you'll get out when you are fifty-something years old."

"You bitch! You did this to me." He shivered as a cold wintery chill blew through the steel bars.

Tatiana waggled her fingers. "I'll leave you to ponder your fears. I have others to tend to."

-o-

Tatiana's hands gently set the ball back onto the table and she leaned against the cushion. Hyde's regrets were like a black pall on her soul. He would grow from this she was sure. He would suffer and she was positive that the outcome would be something unexpected.

-o-

Kelso felt extremely mellow. Never had any of Hyde's or Leo's stash given him this kind of peaceful buzz like he was experiencing now. There was a beep in the background and it strangely shared the same rhythm as the beat of his heart. Kelso grinned and then stopped because smiling was painful.

He reached up to touch his mouth only to find it was covered by bandages. What the hell? He scratched at the gauze but a tug on his arm pained him again. His eyes flew open and there was Tatiana in a nurse's uniform. "Now Michael….be careful, or you'll pull out the I.V. that's giving you life-saving fluids."

Michael was confused, one minute he's at the carnival getting high and now he's in a hospital bed? Was he hit by the marijuana truck or something?

Tatiana sat at the side of his bed, her fishnet covered thigh dangerously close to his fingers. "Oh Michael. You were my Chariot Arcana….you try so hard but are always alone. I think this may be your most worst fear."

Kelso struggled to sit up. "You mean I've lost my man-.power?"

Tatiana shook her head no. "Darling, you lost your man-pretty looks." She waited a beat while he took this in.

"It appears that you had an accident and fortunately for you my dear, you are the recipient of the first American face transplant. Much of your own skin was scraped off in the accident and fresh cadaver was used to reconstruct your face. The nurses said you would resemble someone like….who is Ralph Malph?"

Huge crocodile tears welled in Michael Kelso's eyes. One by one they slid down the blood soaked gauze and over his transplanted lips. He shivered as a cool breeze fluttered a loose piece of gauze.

It had happened.

Michael Kelso was an uggo.

T7S

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A/N: Author is not an expert on tax laws or criminal law in the State of Wisconsin….it's just a story so go along with it.

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