Title: Lemons
Author: Aradia
Pairing: Jackie/Hyde
Disclaimer: I don't own Jackie, Hyde or anything pertaining to That 70's Show. Please don't sue me college has already put me so far in debt that I'll probably never crawl out of it.
Summary: Jackie is upset about her life and looks for comfort. (yeah summaries suck & I suck at writing them)
Notes: Takes place sometime after "Black Dog" and before "Bring it on Home" This is my first That 70's Show fanfic and it's not beta'd so if it sucks really bad, sorry. If anyone would like to beta it please email me @ [email protected] Thanks Bunches and enjoy!
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Jackie' POV
"I heard her mom was having an affair and he killed her lover."
"I heard he hasn't paid his taxes in like 30 years."
"I heard he took bribes from a mobster."
"I heard the cops were busting a crack house and he was in the back room, completely doped up."
I could feel them, staring at me as I walked down the hall. Eyes bore into my back and whispers echoed against lockers. I was used to people talking about me. I mean please, I'm a cheerleader, it's like what we do, but there was never anything really horrible for them to talk about before. Except for that time I tried to dye my hair blonde in ninth grade and it turned orange, but this is even worse then that. It's been weeks since anybody's talked about anything else and to make it worse my fellow cheerleaders have lost all respect for me. They actually pity me, me, Jackie Burkhardt, the prettiest girl in school. They laugh and whisper about me at the lunch table like I can't hear what they're saying. Let me tell you something, those tables are not that long. Even when you move down to the other end I can hear you!
As soon as my locker was in view I ran to it and threw my books inside. I turned and stared down the hallway toward the cafeteria imagining the looks I'd get and the false sympathy from Cynthia and Tori. I knew I'd have to sit at the cheerleading table listening to them gossip about me and pretend not to hear it. I couldn't do it again, I just couldn't. Instead of walking down the hall toward that disaster I grabbed my purse and rushed out the double doors of the school and into the parking lot. I didn't really know what I was doing until I saw him. He was sitting on the hood of his car talking to some scruffy looking kid, and not scruffy in a good way. Unconsciously my feet started walking toward him. By the time I got halfway across the parking lot I was running.
"Steven." I said when I had reached the El Camino. He ignored me and continued to look at the scruffy kid, who was now looking at me; well maybe leering at me is a better word. "Steven!" I said again. Finally he turned toward me.
"Jackie, I'm a little busy here. What do you want?" I was taken back by his tone of voice. He hadn't spoken like that to me for.well, actually it had only been a few hours but still I needed him and he acted like I had done something wrong. What was his problem? Great, something else to worry about. Like there wasn't enough wrong in my life.
"Nothing, never mind." I mumbled and turned away, trying to ignore the nasty comment the other boy said about me. I walked blindly around the parking lot until I could remember where I had parked. When I found my car I crawled into the driver's seat and tried not to think of anything except turning the car on and driving somewhere, anywhere, except back to my empty house. Of course my brain had stopped listening to me years ago and all I could do was focus on all the horrible things that had happened to me in the last couple of weeks. One thought just kept running through my head even as I tried to force it out. "My parent's abandoned me." I couldn't help the tears that started to fall and brushed them hurriedly away. When I lowered my hand it was covered in black mascara. Of course my mascara would run. It was just that kind of day. I stared at my black streaked hand, letting the anger and despair and all the other feelings I had surge up my throat and stream out my mouth in one wordless scream and then I dissolved into horrible, ugly sobs.
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It felt like I had cried for hours. Eventually the tears turned to dry hiccups and then stopped completely. My eyes were red and rubbed raw, my nose was running and my head ached. Shaking I folded my arms over the steering wheel and rested my head on them, willing the headache away so I could drive home. When it subsided and I was blindly reaching over to the passenger seat for my purse my door opened. It was Steven. There was no need to look. I just knew.
"Jackie."
"Go away."
"Jackie."
"Go away!" I screamed.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked angrily. I sat up and turned around so fast that he had to take a step back. I forgot that I looked like a blotchy raccoon, forgot that I never let anyone see me cry (at least when crying made me look ugly) and just stared at him, dumbfounded. Then I found my voice.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked. "I'm sorry; I hadn't realized there was anyone left in this school that didn't know. My father's in prison! He's a criminal! And my mother can't stop her whoring for five minutes to give one damn about him or me! I've been living in an empty house for three weeks, our maid is supposed to get paid next week, I have no idea how to cook so I've been eating cereal and toast for dinner every night, and I could use a little sympathy from my boyfriend but all he can do is yell at me!"
"You told me your mother came home." He said.
Oh, my god! Out of all the things I wanted him to say that wasn't even on the list! Why couldn't he just tell me everything was going to be okay? All I needed to hear was that one stupid lie and I could have gotten through the rest of the day. Instead he made some inane comment and looked at me like I was a stupid little girl.
"I lied. She sent me a postcard from the beach."
"Jackie, I.." He trailed off, looking at me helplessly. I shook my head and groaned under my breath.
"Just forget it. I'm fine. I'm sorry I freaked. I must be getting my period or something." I fished my keys out of my purse and turned the car on but when I tried to close the door he stepped in the way, knelt down, and opened his arms. I looked at him dumbly for a minute then launched myself at him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close. I buried my face into his neck and threw my arms around his waist, holding him tight, trying to get as close as possible. He held me tighter and I relaxed. His arms around me were just what I needed. I think Steven's the only one that's ever bothered to comfort me before, unless you count Donna rolling her eyes and patting me on the back. Who would think that Steven Hyde could comfort anybody?
After a few minutes he stood up, bringing me with him, and walked me around to the passenger side. I settled down into the leather seat and he got in the other side and drove out of the parking lot. He didn't say where we were going and I didn't have the energy to ask. Instead I leaned my head against the window and fell asleep. I didn't wake when the car stopped, nor did I feel Steven carrying me inside and putting me to bed but he must have because the next thing I knew I was waking up in his bedroom, in his bed, and he was behind me, spooning me, with his arms wrapped around my waist, his legs entangled with mine. It was the most intimate thing I had ever felt in my entire life. I'd never slept with someone before, just slept. With Michael it had always been 'Wham, Bam, See you later, Jackie' It felt good to wake up in the arms of someone you loved.
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I must have stayed there for hours just feeling him against me. When he finally woke I blushed and for the first time had nothing to say. Not that usually I talk too much because I don't. But breaking the silence would have destroyed whatever it was that was between us in that moment. Then he kissed me softly and leaned over the bed to grab his shirt. Did I mention he was shirtless? Well, he was.
I lounged on his small fold out bed and watched him get dressed, smiling slightly. The thin mattress below me was surprisingly comfortable and as I watched him putter around the room my eyes grew heavy and I, for the first time in weeks, fell asleep without tears running down my face.
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When I woke up the basement was quiet, even the pipes that usually groaned through Steven's room were silent. I wasn't sure how long I had slept but to be on the safe side I peaked out the door before leaving his room. If it was late I didn't want to get him into trouble. Luckily the basement was as empty as it sounded. I walked quietly around the basement trying to loosen my tight muscles before finding my shoes and jacket.
I had just found my purse hiding inside the shower when Steven spoke from behind me. "What are you doing?" He asked. I jumped like ten feet into the air. I hadn't even heard him come down; I'd been so focused on finding my belongings.
"Steven, you scared me! I'm getting my things together so I can go home. It's got to be pretty late." I said, yawning through the last sentence. I must have slept almost the entire day and still I was exhausted.
"Jackie, its past midnight and you can barely keep your eyes open." He said. His voice sounded slightly exasperated though for the life of me I couldn't figure out why.
"Midnight! Oh my god, how could I have slept so long? I have to go home Steven before I get you into trouble."
"I'm not going to get into trouble. Everybody's asleep two floors above us. They can't hear a thing."
"What are you saying, Steven?" I asked suspiciously even though I had an idea but if he thought I was going to sleep in that cramped little closet he called a room for the entire night well then he had another thought coming.
"I'm just saying maybe you should hang out here for a few minutes and let yourself wake up before you drive home."
That actually sounded pretty reasonable so when he flipped on the TV and sat down on the couch I followed suit, sitting a few inches away from him. He casually wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer until I was all but sitting on his lap. When I shifted away he pulled me right back and dropped a kiss onto the top of my head. I looked up at him, shocked by the tenderness but he was watching whatever was on the TV, his face blank. Letting it go I snuggled into his side and rested my head on his shoulder. That was a mistake. Not two minutes after my head hit his shoulder was I fast asleep. I didn't even get to figure out what late night TV show was on.
Sometime later I was aware of being lifted and carried. With his body spooning my back and his arms wrapped tightly around me we settled into his bed. My almost conscious brain tried to say no. I tried to struggle but I was so comfortable with his arms wrapped around my waist and his face in my hair that instead of getting up, instead of leaving I drifted back into the state of mind I'd spent most of the day in, unconsciousness.
Author: Aradia
Pairing: Jackie/Hyde
Disclaimer: I don't own Jackie, Hyde or anything pertaining to That 70's Show. Please don't sue me college has already put me so far in debt that I'll probably never crawl out of it.
Summary: Jackie is upset about her life and looks for comfort. (yeah summaries suck & I suck at writing them)
Notes: Takes place sometime after "Black Dog" and before "Bring it on Home" This is my first That 70's Show fanfic and it's not beta'd so if it sucks really bad, sorry. If anyone would like to beta it please email me @ [email protected] Thanks Bunches and enjoy!
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Jackie' POV
"I heard her mom was having an affair and he killed her lover."
"I heard he hasn't paid his taxes in like 30 years."
"I heard he took bribes from a mobster."
"I heard the cops were busting a crack house and he was in the back room, completely doped up."
I could feel them, staring at me as I walked down the hall. Eyes bore into my back and whispers echoed against lockers. I was used to people talking about me. I mean please, I'm a cheerleader, it's like what we do, but there was never anything really horrible for them to talk about before. Except for that time I tried to dye my hair blonde in ninth grade and it turned orange, but this is even worse then that. It's been weeks since anybody's talked about anything else and to make it worse my fellow cheerleaders have lost all respect for me. They actually pity me, me, Jackie Burkhardt, the prettiest girl in school. They laugh and whisper about me at the lunch table like I can't hear what they're saying. Let me tell you something, those tables are not that long. Even when you move down to the other end I can hear you!
As soon as my locker was in view I ran to it and threw my books inside. I turned and stared down the hallway toward the cafeteria imagining the looks I'd get and the false sympathy from Cynthia and Tori. I knew I'd have to sit at the cheerleading table listening to them gossip about me and pretend not to hear it. I couldn't do it again, I just couldn't. Instead of walking down the hall toward that disaster I grabbed my purse and rushed out the double doors of the school and into the parking lot. I didn't really know what I was doing until I saw him. He was sitting on the hood of his car talking to some scruffy looking kid, and not scruffy in a good way. Unconsciously my feet started walking toward him. By the time I got halfway across the parking lot I was running.
"Steven." I said when I had reached the El Camino. He ignored me and continued to look at the scruffy kid, who was now looking at me; well maybe leering at me is a better word. "Steven!" I said again. Finally he turned toward me.
"Jackie, I'm a little busy here. What do you want?" I was taken back by his tone of voice. He hadn't spoken like that to me for.well, actually it had only been a few hours but still I needed him and he acted like I had done something wrong. What was his problem? Great, something else to worry about. Like there wasn't enough wrong in my life.
"Nothing, never mind." I mumbled and turned away, trying to ignore the nasty comment the other boy said about me. I walked blindly around the parking lot until I could remember where I had parked. When I found my car I crawled into the driver's seat and tried not to think of anything except turning the car on and driving somewhere, anywhere, except back to my empty house. Of course my brain had stopped listening to me years ago and all I could do was focus on all the horrible things that had happened to me in the last couple of weeks. One thought just kept running through my head even as I tried to force it out. "My parent's abandoned me." I couldn't help the tears that started to fall and brushed them hurriedly away. When I lowered my hand it was covered in black mascara. Of course my mascara would run. It was just that kind of day. I stared at my black streaked hand, letting the anger and despair and all the other feelings I had surge up my throat and stream out my mouth in one wordless scream and then I dissolved into horrible, ugly sobs.
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It felt like I had cried for hours. Eventually the tears turned to dry hiccups and then stopped completely. My eyes were red and rubbed raw, my nose was running and my head ached. Shaking I folded my arms over the steering wheel and rested my head on them, willing the headache away so I could drive home. When it subsided and I was blindly reaching over to the passenger seat for my purse my door opened. It was Steven. There was no need to look. I just knew.
"Jackie."
"Go away."
"Jackie."
"Go away!" I screamed.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked angrily. I sat up and turned around so fast that he had to take a step back. I forgot that I looked like a blotchy raccoon, forgot that I never let anyone see me cry (at least when crying made me look ugly) and just stared at him, dumbfounded. Then I found my voice.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked. "I'm sorry; I hadn't realized there was anyone left in this school that didn't know. My father's in prison! He's a criminal! And my mother can't stop her whoring for five minutes to give one damn about him or me! I've been living in an empty house for three weeks, our maid is supposed to get paid next week, I have no idea how to cook so I've been eating cereal and toast for dinner every night, and I could use a little sympathy from my boyfriend but all he can do is yell at me!"
"You told me your mother came home." He said.
Oh, my god! Out of all the things I wanted him to say that wasn't even on the list! Why couldn't he just tell me everything was going to be okay? All I needed to hear was that one stupid lie and I could have gotten through the rest of the day. Instead he made some inane comment and looked at me like I was a stupid little girl.
"I lied. She sent me a postcard from the beach."
"Jackie, I.." He trailed off, looking at me helplessly. I shook my head and groaned under my breath.
"Just forget it. I'm fine. I'm sorry I freaked. I must be getting my period or something." I fished my keys out of my purse and turned the car on but when I tried to close the door he stepped in the way, knelt down, and opened his arms. I looked at him dumbly for a minute then launched myself at him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close. I buried my face into his neck and threw my arms around his waist, holding him tight, trying to get as close as possible. He held me tighter and I relaxed. His arms around me were just what I needed. I think Steven's the only one that's ever bothered to comfort me before, unless you count Donna rolling her eyes and patting me on the back. Who would think that Steven Hyde could comfort anybody?
After a few minutes he stood up, bringing me with him, and walked me around to the passenger side. I settled down into the leather seat and he got in the other side and drove out of the parking lot. He didn't say where we were going and I didn't have the energy to ask. Instead I leaned my head against the window and fell asleep. I didn't wake when the car stopped, nor did I feel Steven carrying me inside and putting me to bed but he must have because the next thing I knew I was waking up in his bedroom, in his bed, and he was behind me, spooning me, with his arms wrapped around my waist, his legs entangled with mine. It was the most intimate thing I had ever felt in my entire life. I'd never slept with someone before, just slept. With Michael it had always been 'Wham, Bam, See you later, Jackie' It felt good to wake up in the arms of someone you loved.
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I must have stayed there for hours just feeling him against me. When he finally woke I blushed and for the first time had nothing to say. Not that usually I talk too much because I don't. But breaking the silence would have destroyed whatever it was that was between us in that moment. Then he kissed me softly and leaned over the bed to grab his shirt. Did I mention he was shirtless? Well, he was.
I lounged on his small fold out bed and watched him get dressed, smiling slightly. The thin mattress below me was surprisingly comfortable and as I watched him putter around the room my eyes grew heavy and I, for the first time in weeks, fell asleep without tears running down my face.
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When I woke up the basement was quiet, even the pipes that usually groaned through Steven's room were silent. I wasn't sure how long I had slept but to be on the safe side I peaked out the door before leaving his room. If it was late I didn't want to get him into trouble. Luckily the basement was as empty as it sounded. I walked quietly around the basement trying to loosen my tight muscles before finding my shoes and jacket.
I had just found my purse hiding inside the shower when Steven spoke from behind me. "What are you doing?" He asked. I jumped like ten feet into the air. I hadn't even heard him come down; I'd been so focused on finding my belongings.
"Steven, you scared me! I'm getting my things together so I can go home. It's got to be pretty late." I said, yawning through the last sentence. I must have slept almost the entire day and still I was exhausted.
"Jackie, its past midnight and you can barely keep your eyes open." He said. His voice sounded slightly exasperated though for the life of me I couldn't figure out why.
"Midnight! Oh my god, how could I have slept so long? I have to go home Steven before I get you into trouble."
"I'm not going to get into trouble. Everybody's asleep two floors above us. They can't hear a thing."
"What are you saying, Steven?" I asked suspiciously even though I had an idea but if he thought I was going to sleep in that cramped little closet he called a room for the entire night well then he had another thought coming.
"I'm just saying maybe you should hang out here for a few minutes and let yourself wake up before you drive home."
That actually sounded pretty reasonable so when he flipped on the TV and sat down on the couch I followed suit, sitting a few inches away from him. He casually wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer until I was all but sitting on his lap. When I shifted away he pulled me right back and dropped a kiss onto the top of my head. I looked up at him, shocked by the tenderness but he was watching whatever was on the TV, his face blank. Letting it go I snuggled into his side and rested my head on his shoulder. That was a mistake. Not two minutes after my head hit his shoulder was I fast asleep. I didn't even get to figure out what late night TV show was on.
Sometime later I was aware of being lifted and carried. With his body spooning my back and his arms wrapped tightly around me we settled into his bed. My almost conscious brain tried to say no. I tried to struggle but I was so comfortable with his arms wrapped around my waist and his face in my hair that instead of getting up, instead of leaving I drifted back into the state of mind I'd spent most of the day in, unconsciousness.