Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the slightly changed plot line.

Author's note: In case anyone notices constant updates, I am a HUGE perfectionist when it comes to my writing, so those updates are more than likely me noticing grammar mistakes or something and fixing them.

Also, decided I was too lazy to write the entire episodes, so some scenes will be skipped.

"Push! Push!" Kelso cheered, watching Hyde push his hands against the door frame in the back of the basement, Fez doing the same in the other, "C'mon! You gotta push it!"

"How much longer?" Hyde asked, taking quick, deep breath.

Kelso checked his watch, "Ten seconds. C'mon! You gotta push harder or it's not gonna work!"

"This is so stupid," Hyde snarled.

"It's not stupid," Kelso snarked before grinning, "You're gonna love it."

"I'm not - not gonna love it," Hyde said snidely.

"Okay, that's time," Kelso said, looking at his watch, "Step away from the door." Hyde and Fez followed his directions. "Now lift your arms."

"Ohhh," Hyde and Fez grinned when they lifted their arms.

"Kelso, you are a genius," Fez smiled.

"Yeah, well," Kelso grinned, "It's magic."

"Oh my God, finally," Jackie complained when Eric came down the stairs holding a soda can, hopping off the washer and throwing her magazine aside, "I am so dehydrated."

"Here, Piggly Wiggly Diet Cream Soda," Eric said, handing her the can.

"What," Jackie snarked, "My three choices were Tap, Fresco, or Diet Rite."

"Well," Eric quipped, "You get Piggly Wiggly Diet Cream Soda."

"Then I'll just take water."

"There's a hose out back," Donna deadpanned, not looking up from her magazine. Jackie gave her a nasty look before settling into Hyde's lap, letting him throw an arm over her so he could read his magazine easier.

"I'm noticing the pop selection has really went downhill since your dad got laid off," Kelso said rather insensitively.

"He's not laid off," Eric stuttered, "He's just part-time. And Shut up."

"Kids," Kitty exclaimed as she ran down the stairs, Jackie quickly lifting herself from Hyde's lap, "Kids, kids, kids, kids, kids, kids, kids!"

"Mom," Eric interrupted, "What?"

"The President is coming."

"What President?"

"The President of these United States, Gerald R. Ford, the thirty-sixth... eighth... fortieth, I don't know, he's the President!"

Kitty quickly ran into one of the back rooms of the basement, missing Eric's confused look.

"Why would Ford come to Point Place?" He asked.

"Because," Jackie answered, "We are a whistle stop on his Wisconsin campaign trail. My dad organized it," She added proudly just as Kitty ran passed her with mini American flags. Kitty quickly stopped in her tracks, giving Jackie a look.

"Young lady," She said in a falsely calm voice, "The next time you know a President is coming, you let me know ahead of time. I need to vacuum, Eric you tidy up this basement, a pie! I need to make a pie!" She yelled as she ran up the basement stairs.

"Wow," Eric muttered unenthusiastically, "The President is coming."

"You know what we should do?" Kelso said excitedly.

"What?"

"That door thing again."

"Yeah!" Hyde, Eric and Fez cheered, quickly following Kelso to the back doors, Donna and Jackie watching them.

Jackie rolled her eyes. As Zen as he was, Steven could be just as stupid as the rest of them.

The group, minus Jackie, stood in the back of the school assembly room, next to the exit. They leaned against the back wall, helping the crowd boo when the teacher told them that motor oil was not excepted as food for the canned food drive. Jackie sat up front with her cheerleader 'friends,' much to Hyde's disdain.

"I can't believe this," Hyde muttered when the teacher started talking about the President's future visit, threatening those who planned a 'social statement type protest', "Who cares if Ford is coming?"

"Well," Eric quipped, "It's better than when the Oscar Meyer weenie mobile came through."

"They didn't even stop," Donna complained, "They just slowed down and threw a bunch of hot dog whistles at us."

"Two girls in a phallic RV, drivin' around, handin' out things you blow," Hyde leered, "What a great country." Donna smirked at him, rolling her eyes. (I'd like to thank Hayley R for giving me the name of the car :) )

"So let me tell you Mr. or Mrs... Punk," the teacher sneered as they tuned back into his speech, "Protesting accomplishes nothing."

Hyde's light bulb lit up.

"Oh sure, you might see a chance to prove your manhood or show you're cool..."

Eric's light bulb lit up.

"But this is our President. Our President... darnet. So no shenanigans, you hear me?"

Kelso's light bulb lit up.

"And if that's your kind of attitude, you might as well just go home right now."

Fez's exit sign lit up. "Ohhh," He sighed happily, quickly walking through the door behind him.

Jackie hesitantly walked into her father's study after school, Steven trailing behind her. She wasn't sure how he'd react to Steven's presence, especially during a meeting. After all, the second Jack Burkhart saw Steven Hyde standing next to his daughter in his dirty clothes, scuffed boots, scruffy sideburns, frizzy hair, and sunglasses, along with his usual scowl firmly held in place, he hated the very sight of the boy. Jack indulged in his daughter's 'crush,' as he liked to call it, hoping it was a mere 'good girl wants the bad boy' phase. However, he wasn't exactly expecting them to last as long as they had, intensifying his dislike for Steven.

But it didn't seem as though Jack even noticed Steven.

"Hi, Daddy," Jackie said happily, leaning down to give her father a kiss on the cheek as Steven silently swiped a deviled egg off the table behind her.

"Hi, Kitten," Jack smiled back, barely noticing Hyde's presence. "Now look, we're talking about adult stuff here," He said a little patronizingly, "Why don't you and your little friend head up to your room?"

Jackie and Hyde shared a look and he immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the room in a sprint.

Steven's mouth was insistent as it slid across hers, tugging at her lower lip. He rested on his forearms above her, hands tangled in her hair, tilting the angle of her head to bring her even closer as her hands moved under his arms, clutching at the back of his shoulders. His brown coat had been removed, along with her navy, red-lined vest, leaving him in a short-sleeved shirt and her in a plain dress.

She opened her mouth slightly, damping her lips with her tongue. He immediately parted his own lips, sucking her bottom one into his mouth. Jackie let out a soft noise when he lightly bit down, slightly arching into him, sighing when her chest came into contact with his at the movement.

Steven's hand slipped under the skirt of her dress, dragging it up her thigh to her hip. He guided her legs to part so he could lean down a little further, resting between them as he slipped a tongue into her mouth. Jackie parted her mouth a little more to give him better access, flicking a shy tongue over his; he reacted immediately, making her moan as he licked the roof of her mouth before running his tongue along the line of her teeth. She could taste the bitterness of his last cigarette, mixed with the taste of a joint and black coffee.

As Jackie's fingers danced along the broad plane of his back, she felt him shift slightly above her, and she arched into him when one of his hands moved from her hip up to the length of her side to rest around her stomach. His hands were always so warm, and she sighed, soaking up the heat of his palm through the fabric of her dress.

Steven's hand ran over the cotton of her dress, skimming the buttons in the middle of her chest that ended at her waist. He traced the curve of one small breast, Jackie clenching the fabric of his shirt when he ran his hand up the valley between her breasts. He moved his hand to the side, gently cupping one, making her arch into him as she broke the kiss and released a ragged gasp.

"Steven," She whimpered quietly.

He immediately covered her mouth with his own again, thrusting his tongue deep inside as he lightly ran a thumb over a hard nipple through the layers of cotton. Her chest heaved from the lack of air and the feelings that made her heart beat faster. The roughness of his jeans scratched against the inside of her thighs as she squirmed her legs, his wandering hands making the skirt of her dress ride up high.

Steven's lips slipped from hers from, dragging a wet trail down the curve of her jaw, his hand leaving her breast to fiddle with the buttons of her dress. He flicked a tongue over the skin behind her ear before latching on to the lobe, making her gasp and bite her lip.

"Steven," Jackie gasped when she felt him undoing the buttons, "Daddy is right downstairs."

"You know he's not gonna come in here, Jackie," He murmured, not stopping his movements, his warm breath tickling her ear, "He's too busy." He recaptured her lips, tracing them with his tongue.

He slipped a hand inside the flaps of her now unbuttoned dress, tracing his thumb over her ribs. She shivered when he slipped one flap a little down her shoulder, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on the newly revealed skin. The wandering hand inside her dress traced the span of her ribcage before moving around her back, tracing up the jut of her backbone. His fingers skimmed the edge of her bra before slipping beneath the fabric to feel the bare skin. She lightly bit at his lower lip when she felt his hand move over the clasp. And with two flicks of his thumb and forefinger, the clasp came undone.

Steven pulled back, breaking the kiss to give her a self-assured smirk and she couldn't stop her lips from curving up; he was really good at that.

"Kitten!"

Jackie and Hyde shared a wide-eyed look before scrambling apart, Hyde immediately sitting on the floor while Jackie struggled to fix her buttons and hair.

Jack peaked in through her bedroom door, throwing a suspicious glance around the room before settling on Jackie.

"It's time for, uh... Steven to head home now."

"Okay, Daddy," Jackie smiled nervously.

"Look. Guys," Hyde started, pacing around the basement, tossing a baseball in and out of his glove, "We gotta do somethin' that says we will not pay homage to a corrupt electoral system."

"I know," Fez said with a grin, "A bloody coup."

"That's good," Hyde indulged, looking at Fez strangely, "But we're lookin' for something great. Somethin' that would make our founding fathers proud, man."

"Oh!" Kelso exclaimed excitedly, "Let's streak!"

"Bingo!" Hyde grinned.

"I've always wanted to do that!" Kelso grinned, hopping off the tricycle, "Run around, buck naked through a sea of people. Be free and shake it around. Who's in?"

"Will people be chasing us with torches and pointy sticks?" Fez asked worriedly.

"... No," Kelso deadpanned, looking at him strangely.

"Then I am in," Fez smiled.

"Great!" Kelso grinned, "Eric. Are ya in?' He asked, kneeling beside Eric behind the couch.

"Streaking," Eric squawked, glancing around nervously, "Okay. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally pro-nudity, but I think my dad might kill me and I'm anti... being killed."

"If there wasn't some huge downside to doin' somethin' this stupid, it wouldn't be worth doin', man," Hyde grinned, kneeling on his other side.

"Good point," Donna deadpanned, keeping her eyes on her magazine.

"Oh!" Hyde grinned, standing, "And I could write some really great slogan like 'I hate the fuzz' on my ass."

"Hyde, if you hate the fuzz on your ass, why not just shave it off," Fez said in a 'duh' voice.

Everyone simply stared at him strangely, Fez totally oblivious to the looks.

"All right," Hyde said, glancing around, "Try n' blend in, huh."

The guys were currently standing in the assembly hallway wearing their trench coats... and not much else.

"Steven?"

Hyde jumped slightly, hearing Jackie's voice behind him. Turning toward her, he saw her giving him a look before she grabbed his hand, dragging him away from the guys.

"What are you doing?" She questioned immediately after they stopped.

"I'm not doin' anything, Jackie."

"Then why are you in a weird trench coat?"

"It's... cold...?"

"Then why can I see calve skin?"

"Because... I'm... wearing shorts."

"Steven," She sneered, "You don't own a single pair of shorts. You said that only pansies like Eric wear shorts."

"Okay, fine, I'm naked," Hyde deadpanned.

"What!?" Jackie shrieked, "Steven!"

"Are you- are you streaking at my father's assembly?" She interrogated, "He worked very hard on this, Steven! And doing this is just gonna make him hate you even more!"

"It's a simple protest, Jackie," He patronized, ignoring her look of disbelief at the word 'simple', "And I honestly don't care about your dad."

"Steven, please don't ruin this," Jackie pleaded.

"Whatever, Jackie," Hyde sighed, shaking his head as he left her alone in the hallway, following the guys into the assembly room.

"Hey," Kelso said quietly, "There's another guy in a trench coat."

"I bet he's streaking, too," Fez smiled.

"No, Fez, he's with Secret Service," Eric said nervously.

Hyde tuned them out as Fez began pointing out a bunch of different men in trench coats, asking if they were in Secret Service as well. For some annoying reason, Hyde couldn't stop thinking about Jackie's pleading eyes, asking him not to embarrass her daddy. He didn't understand why she had some kind of hero worship for the man; he was only home for holidays or big events in Point Place so he could keep up his perfect image. He didn't care about his daughter's well-being, just the image she brought him, and it pissed Hyde off that Jackie didn't understand that, all because her father bought her things; the way she was raised, that was love to her.

Hyde sighed, torn between humiliating the man he couldn't even stand to look at or pleasing the girl he lo... likes.

"Oh!" He cried suddenly, "Man, I just thought of something. What're we gonna do with our trench coats? I mean, we hafta rip 'em off, we can't come back here and get 'em."

"Ohhhh," The other three sighed, making sounds of agreement.

"God, this is all my fault, ya know what," Hyde sighed before smirking, "I'll hold the coats, you guys streak."

"Yeah," Eric muttered, "Thanks."

"Hey guys," Kelso started nervously, "I just thought of somethin' else... We're naked. And there's a lotta dogs here... Maybe we should just sit down."

"... I'm in," Hyde agreed.

"Me too," Eric squeaked.

"Yes," Fez stuttered, and the guys quickly found their own seats in the back as Jack Burkhart announced the President's entrance, the crowd's claps going on and off with the amount of times the man tripped.

"Hey," Eric said when he found Donna, "What're you doing hiding back- oh, I see." He said when he saw her odd, star jumpsuit.

"Shut up," Donna grinned, placing her hands on her hips in a proud pose, "I am a flag."

"So," She looked at him, "You guys gonna streak?"

"Nah," Eric sighed, "We took a vote, it's unanimous, we're all chicken."

"Ah," Donna said with a teasing grin, "Too bad. It's been awhile since I've seen you naked."

"Wha-" Eric stuttered, "You've never seen me naked."

"Are you kidding," Donna laughed, "Like a gazillion times. When we were kids, you used to run around the neighborhood naked screaming 'wee wee pee pee!'"

"And now it's time," Jack Burkhart's voice sounded, "For the Q and A portion of our program..."

"First up, I'd like to introduce Red Forman. Red is the father of two wonderful children," Jack smiled patronizingly, "And how he's managed to keep them clothed and fed while being cut back to half-time at the plant is beyond me."

Jackie lowered her eyes, before glancing around. She didn't understand why, but her father's words and the tone of his voice angered her. Maybe it's because Steven cares about the Formans so much; whenever he talks about them, there's always a smile in his voice.

"But he doesn't blame the President for his misfortune, no sir," Jack sighed, "He only blames himself. I give you Red Forman."

Jackie clapped along with everyone else, watching as Red nervously took the stand. She became worried when he began stuttering. Then suddenly, everyone's attention was to the back, on the naked guy wearing the Nixon mask.

"Gross!" Jackie shouted to herself when Eric ran passed her, yelling 'wee wee pee pee!'

Jackie whipped her head around, catching Steven's amused eyes. He was laughing, and when he saw her, he calmed to a chuckle, a genuine smile on his face.

Jackie couldn't help but smile back.

And when Red asked 'how the hell could you pardon Nixon,' she ignored her father's furious face and clapped and cheered along with everyone else.

"Hey, Dad," Eric said as he came through the front door, wearing the clothes Donna was smart enough to bring with her just in case he didn't chicken out, "Good job at the rally today."

"Yeah, I kind of stumbled there at the start," Red smiled, "But I think I hit 'em with a good one."

"Well, anyway," Eric stuttered, not used to having moments like this with his father, "It was... pretty cool."

"Yeah, well," Red sighed, "Sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do what he thinks is right."

"Yeah," Eric sighed in agreement, "I'm gonna call it a night."

"Oh, and Eric," Red smirked when Eric was halfway up the stairs, "Next time don't wear black socks, you look like an ass."

"Thank you for not streaking, Steven," Jackie smiled sweetly as she straddled his lap, kissing the corner of his mouth. He was sitting in the chair at her desk, wearing clothes a lot more simple than he usually wore in his hurry to get dressed.

He gave her a light smirk, clutching her waist in his hands, "Well, we... didn't plan it out enough."

"Yeah, right," She grinned triumphantly, "You didn't do it because you liiike me."

"Jackie..." A warning tone.

"It's a good thing, Steven," She smiled before lowering her lips to his ear, running her hands to his shoulders, "You can get a reward for it."

At that, Hyde's lips immediately went to the patch of skin behind her ear, peppering light kisses.

"Ya know," He muttered into her skin, "As funny as that was, I wish Forman didn't go with black socks, man. He looked like an ass."

"How could they not catch you?" Donna smiled the next day, leaning against the Cruiser with Eric.

"Well, I guess..." Eric sighed, "They didn't wanna tackle a naked guy."

"So true."

"You didn't, uh... see anything, did you?"

"No. Well... maybe just a bit. Bu-But not the bit."

"Wait... what'd ya mean bit?"

Sorry about the lack of "You hitting on my girlfriend?" But I just didn't see Hyde as being stupid enough to start a fight when he's trying to pull off something big like that, ya know?

So, like and review and stuff. I'll give ya' a cookie :)