Title: Dwelling Dips
Author: Candace
E-mail: [email protected]
Rating: PG . . . I think
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Jackie or Hyde or �That 70�s Show�. Oh but if I did . . . I . . . Sorry, lost in the
goodness.
Distribution: Ask me, I�m nice.
Summary: Jackie stops by for a visit. I do not write the best summaries, ah well.
"Jackie? What are you doing here?"
"What do you think, Steven? I�ve come to see your new place," she said with a smile.
She didn�t bother to wait for him to invite her in since he wasn�t blocking the doorway. She flounced into the small apartment
and gave a quick survey of her surroundings. Her gaze stopped at the coffee table where an open issue of �Playboy� sat in
plain view. Hyde had finally managed to shut the door and turned to Jackie, following her gaze. In seconds he had made it to
the table, swiping up the magazine and throwing it behind the couch before analyzing why he cared Jackie knew he looked
at such things.
"So, Steven," she said, her eyebrow raised. "Do I have to ask what you�ve been doing? I haven�t seen you for two days."
"I�ve been busy," Hyde replied off-handedly. "Just moving and all, it really takes it out of you."
He collapsed onto the couch with a smirk while Jackie once again looked over the room. Her enthusiasm of seeing Hyde�s
new place was fading quickly at second glance and realizing what a sty the place was.
"You really aren�t one for cleaning, huh?" she asked. She attempted to sit in what she thought was a brown chair; the idea
that brown may not have been its original color squashed that idea.
"Don�t be timid, Jackie, make yourself at home," Hyde laughed with a self-satisfied smirk. He did enjoy annoying her, when
she really picked up on it she would give his some high pitched comeback that would initiate a whole comment war, he really
enjoyed those.
Jackie bypassed the chair and instead chose to sit next to him on the couch, since he was laying down on its worn pillows
she perched on the edge right next to his hip, touching slightly. Hyde swallowed down a rising feeling he dismissed too early
to examine and moved as far away as possible. It really wasn�t much.
"Well, this is . . . nice," Jackie struggled.
"Gee, thanks," Hyde responded. He tried to say something snappy but he faltered, he couldn�t figure out why, it�s not like she
was never near his before . . . just not right next to him . . . on a tiny couch . . . after leafing through a magazine that currently
focused on �Brunette Vixens�.
"Yes . . . it�s good here."
"Jackie, how did you find me here anyway?" Hyde asked, trying to get back his temperament.
"Well, I asked Eric," she told him in an obvious tone. Hyde watched her while silently plotting the demise of his best friend;
this was his fault . . . Everything. Yep. If he hadn�t told Jackie the address she wouldn�t be sitting here next to him, close to
him, making him feel confused and stupid.
"Okay, Jackie, now you were here and now you can leave," he said, a bit attitude hinting in his voice from wanting to kick
Foreman in the ass. He thought it would work to his advantage but it was seen all wrong when Jackie heard. Her eyes lit and
her mouth formed an �o� of impending sugarcoated excitement.
"Oh, Steven! It�s okay, I don�t mind you live in this . . . place. You don�t have to be ashamed," she told him sincerely.
"What?" Hyde astonished. "Why would I be ashamed? Go back to your little castle, okay, Jackie, because I really don�t need
your pity."
"But, Steve--"
"No! Don�t call me that okay? This is one of the reasons why it would never work between us, Princess," he said a little
bitterly as he sat up, ignoring when he brushed against her. Though the words were biting Jackie slowly broke into a
tentative grin.
"You thought of us?"
"What?" Hyde asked; trying to grasp what she was saying as his eyes squinted.
"You thought of us," she said, this time a statement and not a question. "If you thought of the reasons we couldn�t be together
you were really thinking of us! Oh, Steven!"
Jackie, always the over exuberated pixie, flung her arms around the neck of a still bewildered Hyde. He stared into space
wondering what the hell had transpired. How the hell could she always pick up something said in a jumble and run with it?
"You are such a sweetheart!" she squealed kissing his cheek.
"Um, thank you . . . No wait, stop!" Hyde protested.
Jackie pulled away but didn�t relinquish her grip. Hyde stared at her as she grinned still, so happy and hopeful. He let out a
breath as he watched her and, not thinking, as perhaps he should have, he leaned in. Jackie followed suit right away,
meeting his lips in a soft kiss. It wasn�t passionate and exploring, just soft and sweet before they pulled away.
Hyde let a hint of a smile cross his lips as the held the moment. The sound of the door opening drew them away and they
untangled themselves as someone ambled through the door juggling two grocery bags.
"Hello, son," Mr. Hyde said, finally losing his last grip and sending the bags tumbling to the floor.
"Hi, Dad," Hyde said drawing himself up and going to help his father pick up the groceries. Jackie followed and stood in
front of the man who was Hyde�s absent father. She didn�t particularly like him very much, but, after all, first impressions were
important.
"Hello, Mr. Hyde," she said brightly as she extended her hand. He looked to her and smiled, eyes traveling over her in an
almost automatic response.
"Hello, to you," he smiled a, what he would consider, charming smile. Jackie just nodded and pulled her hand back, after the
help of a firm tug.
Hyde noticed the exchange and stood up next to Jackie, a slight frown playing on his features.
"Well, she was just leaving," he interrupted and with another nod from Jackie the made it to the door as his father went back
to the food clean up.
"Thank you," she whispered. In an instant she rose up cupping the back of his neck and giving him another kiss, this one
more sensual than the last, lingering and tugging on his lower lip as she pulled away.
She was gone after that, halfway down the hall before Hyde opened his eyes. He watched until she disappeared before he
backed into his apartment and closed the door behind him.
His father came up behind his, laying a heavy clap on his shoulder and startling Hyde slightly before his gaze returned to the
worn carpet in front of him.
"Good work, son. She�s a keeper," he commented before walking away while Hyde stayed planted in his spot.
After a moment he nodded, a smile spreading across his face as he headed to his room.
She was a keeper.
The End.
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