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Back to the 70s
Pairings: Jackie Burkhart/Steven Hyde (main), Donna Pinciotti/Erik Forman, Fez/Nina Bartell, Michael Kelso/Brooke Rockwell
Rating: M / X / NC-17 for future chapters for swearing, violence, blood and sexual content.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘That ‘70s Show’ or any of its characters. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED!
A/N: Here’s chapter seven. An episode rewrite this time, so there’ll be quotes. :) A little Christmas interlude. ^^ I really had problems writing this one, probably because I had two other scenes swirling in my head all the time, that won’t happening for quite a while. It was really frustrating.
Please leave a comment; even if it is criticism, I’m striving to get better after all. Enjoy!
I had to outline a little timeline for the series, because year changes would be complicated otherwise in the future of the story. As we all know ‘That ‘70s Show’ took place between the years 1976 and 1980, but the way that nearly season had a Christmas, a Thanksgiving, a Halloween, a Valentines Day or Birthdays as time markers, it would have taken 8 years to fit them all in.
Normally this would pose some problems in this story, but since I don’t plan on rewriting every episode, I can easily throw out some Christmases or other holidays that don’t fit in. Since this is a FanFiction, I can also change Hyde’s birthday from 1959 to 1960 (it never made sense to me that he was so angry at Kelso in Halloween for being old enough to buy them beer and hiding it, when he was born in the same year anyway xD), and sadly enough I’ll have to change the month too, maybe even the month of Jackie’s birthday, but I’m not sure which exact dates I’ll use for both of them.
This timeline isn’t exact, it’s just there to give you and myself some rough sketching. The episodes mentioned are just time markers, they are not always the exact beginning or end of a year, nor does it mean I’ll always use these episodes for a rewrite. Instead I’ll often smooth things over with chapters who aren’t episode rewrites in between.
According to this story, the original series would have been like this:
Season 1 Episode 1 – Season 1 Episode 12 = Year 1976 (I took that one from the original series)
Season 1 Episode 13 – Season 3 Episode 10 = Year 1977
Season 3 Episode 11 – Season 7 Episode 11 = 1978 (This is one loooong year x-x but since many things won’t happen because of the changes in this story or aren’t important for it, many episodes will just vanish lol)
Season 7 Episode 12 – Season 8 Episode 22 = 1979
Everything after that (like the time we saw in Chapter 1) = 1980
According to this timeline I went back and gave the chapters I already posted dates at the beginning and made a minor change at the end of Chapter 5, in the mentioned two week span there, Jackie’s mother isn’t only home for a normal party, she’s home for a Thanksgiving party she’s throwing. XD It’s only that one word and the dates at the beginning that changed, so there is no need to reread anything. :)

Chapter 7: Hyde’s Christmas Rager
Point Place, Wisconsin
December 24, 1977
Location:
Bud’s apartment
She couldn’t believe how fast time passed by. It was already Christmas Eve and she and the others stood in Bud’s apartment. The last few weeks had been over so quickly, or maybe it just felt like that because she had been so happy. After their fight, almost everything was out in the open between her and Steven. They were both more comfortable around each other. She didn’t feel so pressured to keep up her little charade and Steven was more relaxed now that he knew what was wrong.
Her parents had been at home for two days, just enough time to talk about Christmas. She had to use all her acting skills to not confront them with what she knew, but she really didn’t want to spend the holidays with this little game. In her time, her parents had only been there on the morning of the 25^th, to exchange gifts. After that her mother went over to friends, some kind of charity event, not that her mother really cared about the cause, and her father had an ‘emergency meeting’. She had no desire to get them any presents, or receive presents from them, this time around.
She had barely mentioned some invented party at the Forman’s, when her parents already jumped at the opportunity and told her to go there. Her father could use it to schmooze some business partners at a firm party and her mother really wanted to help her friends with a charity event for the less fortunate … yeah right. Where did she hear that one before? Well at least, she didn’t have to spend Christmas with her parents.
She felt fortunate about that fact, which was sad thing in itself. On a happier note, because of her parent’s absence, Rosa and Fiona only worked until six p.m. and Steven stayed over nearly every night. It started the same night he told her of his plan and he stuck to it ever since.
It was both the same and different, from the times she secretly slept in his room at the Forman’s. It was the same warm and safe feeling that only Steven could give her, but it was totally different to be all alone with him in her house and to sleep together in her bed, instead of his cot in the basement.
She was the one, who knew how it was to spend the night together, but she was still so nervous. With all the similarities, it still astonished her how careful he was with her, trying to make her comfortable, not pushing her into anything. He really just wanted to be there for her. Not that he would ever say it in so many words, but that wasn’t necessary. With him actions spoke louder than words. She understood that and it was enough for her.
First it had been a little awkward. It shouldn’t have been, since she knew what to expect, but this was a different Steven. A younger one, but he wasn’t the only one who was different. She was another person, than she had been back then too. She had thought herself more mature now, because of her mental age, but maybe it wasn’t about maturity. Maybe it was her personality that had changed. Her outlook on life and her opinions were forever altered by her experiences. So they were both different, everything was different … no wonder she had been so nervous.
She had changed into her pyjamas in the bathroom, brushed her teeth and her hair. It nearly took her half an hour, before she had been calm enough to go back to her bedroom. She knew there was nothing to be afraid of, but that knowledge didn’t help her to calm down. In the end, it was Steven who did.
When she came into her room, fidgeting with the edge of her pyjamas, Steven had already dressed down to his shorts and his undershirt and was in her bed. His eyes were closed and he had the covers spread over him, but they were pushed down on the place next to him, inviting her to slip under them there. No pressure, no fuss or weird interaction, she could just lie down next to him and put out the lights.
In the dark, he turned to her and put his arms around her. They may had more space than she remembered from his cot, but they ended up in the exact same position, her back to his front and as close together as possible. No words were exchanged and she hadn’t slept so well in a very long time.
The next morning, they had an early breakfast together and Steven left before Rosa, or any other servant, came to the house.
It got easier after that first night, sometimes they even talked. It was always dark, almost as if they both felt safer that way. Other times, they both were so tired from school or work that they just dropped into her bed and fell right asleep. They never did anything more than sleep or cuddle at night. Of course, Steven would rather smash his head against a wall, than admit that he would ever do such a thing as cuddling. She could image his appalled tone easily.
That wasn’t to say they never kissed or made out. They did plenty of that. In Eric’s basement, in her car, at Bud’s apartment, at her house, on her couch and even in her bed. But as soon as they got ready for the night, everything stopped. It was as if during the day, they were in some kind of frenzy, trying to get closer to each other, but that first date stuck with them and they always knew when to stop. With all the passion between them it seemed impossible, but they never got carried away again. Especially at night, it was all innocent, a nice way to be together, but ultimately it was one of Steven’s ways to keep her safe.
She hadn’t spent the night with him at Bud’s yet, mostly because she didn’t want to risk it. So far, the older man didn't say anything against Steven staying somewhere else at night, but that could always change. This would be a shame since Christmas break just started. Actually, that was part of her problem right now.
Until now, they had no problems with their little arrangement, but today it could all change. This was the Christmas, where Eric got drunk and threw up on Red’s shoes. Who in turn, had a talk with Bud, which concluded with him finally setting some rules down for Steven. It had been good for him of course, but only until Bud decided to leave Steven again, with Edna no less.
It was a little dilemma. She could hide the funnel before Michael found it, so Donna wouldn’t leave the party. She would probably make sure, that Eric didn’t get too drunk and he would never get in trouble with Red. A happier Christmas for the Forman’s and Donna could spend Christmas with Eric, like she actually planned to. Bud wouldn’t set out the rules and Steven could furthermore stay at her place at night.
It would definitely be better, than what she had dragged Donna to, the last time this happened. She shuddered, when she thought about the guys from the fire department. The man who dated her mother, god how desperate she had been back then. Not that she would do that again, but still, she couldn’t even spend the day with her friend, because she had to work today. So she couldn’t monitor the party herself either.
Maybe it was too egoistical. It may complicate things, but it was the first time that one of his parents stood up to Steven and did something that was good for him, even if he abhorred rules and strictness. Bud was only his stepfather, but they both didn’t know that and for now, they were the only family they got. Shouldn’t she let Steven have this? It would only happen, when Red interfered and for that, things had to progress like last time.
Or would it be kinder not to let Steven experience this? Maybe he wouldn’t take Bud leaving so hard, if he never did anything remotely fatherly for him? Would it hurt less? Would it hurt more? How could she know that? How does one decide some like that? It would really influence his life.
“All right, Hyde! Your dad's apartment is the perfect place for a party. It's already trashed.” She heard Eric say.
Oh, oh…
Before she could react, Michael had the funnel in his hands and said: “Hey, even if half the people we invited show up, this party's gonna rock.”
Well, so much for that decision. Now the damage was done. She must have been so caught up in her own head, that she totally forgot her surroundings. She should probably feel more conflicted about it, but in reality she wasn’t too sad about the fact, that the decision was out of her hands now.
Playing along she asked: “Did you find the cups?”
“Nope. Even better. A plastic tube and a funnel.”
“All this and a dirty funnel? Merry Christmas to me.” Fez piped in.
“Yeah, we don't even have to worry about germs, because even though our spit backs up in the tube, the alcohol kills 'em.” Michael explained, demonstrating the process with his hands.
Donna motioned for her and went for the door: “We're leaving.”
“So leaving.” She said, following her redhead friend.
“Wait. You're leaving?” Eric didn’t sound too happy about it, trying to stop them, but Donna only nodded.
“Yeah, see...when I was a little girl, I made a promise to myself. ‘Self,"’ I

said, ‘if you're ever about to suck beer out of a funnel that might give you mono, don't.’ So, bye-bye.” With that she was out of the door.
Unlike last time, she didn’t follow directly, instead taking a moment to turn to Steven. He was sitting on the couch, preparing the keg. Smiling she bent down to kiss him goodbye.
While she was preoccupied, she heard Eric’s voice again: “All right. Kelso, I'm gonna nix the funnel on account of, I think it repels women.”
This was new to her, since last time they were already gone, but it must have been what had happened originally. So they got Eric this drunk without the funnel? Well, that was an accomplishment.
Michael answered: “Hey, any woman who doesn't appreciate a nice funnel, isn't much of a woman.”
Interesting, this was the kind of interaction the girls had missed? She wasn’t too sad about it.
“Have fun, but try not to go overboard.” She gently suggested.
Of course Steven didn’t acknowledge this directly, instead he answered with his own warning: “Sic Greg and Todd on any idiot who comes too close to you.”
“I promise.” She said, rolling her eyes.
Behind her she heard Michael whistle and thought he was probably messing with the keg, but when she straightened up and turned in his direction, she noticed him averting his eyes fast. Had he … ? Yes! He had been staring at her ass.
Great. Huffing, she decided not to address this issue just now and walked to the door, where Donna was waiting for her. Not that she had to deal with it, because as they were closing the door behind them, they could hear Michael yell out. Steven had frogged him hard in the arm.
“Kelso never learns, does he?” Donna asked laughing, as they made their outside.
“No, he doesn’t. I wish he would stop and finally accept that Steven and I are dating. He must realize, that we weren’t good for each other. He doesn’t really want to be with me again, he’s just horny.”
“Isn’t he always? He never stops his advances towards me and I have a boyfriend too. Plus, I never dated Kelso.”
At least not this one, but maybe she could stop that catastrophe from happening.
“I guess. Come on, I’ve to get home to change for work, I’ll drop you off at your house.” She finally said, climbing into her Lincoln.
“Yeah … I think, I’ll just go over to the Forman’s. Mrs Forman said I could come over for some cookies if I wanted too.”
“Sounds nice.”
She started the car and drove to the Forman’s to drop off Donna, before driving to her own home. There, she changed into different clothes. Within the last weeks she had shaken off the last remnants of fear and started dressing more provocative for the tip money again. It really made a difference and between Greg and Todd there, she felt safe enough to do so. In representation of the holiday, she wore a shear red blouse without arms. You could see the shadow of her bra under it. She combined it with a dark green skirt that was flaring a little and ended just above her knees. To compliment the outfit, she put on green heels.
There, ready to go for work.
When she arrived at the bar, Bud was already there. It was Christmas, but most people spent this day with friends or family, so there weren’t much people in the bar. Only one bigger group, who had decided to celebrate the day at the Hangout was there and some loners, who didn’t have anywhere to go. It was a pretty relaxed evening, although low on tips because of it. Still, she enjoyed the calm night for once, it wasn’t until later, that it got a little embarrassing.
Two men walked into the bar and Jackie nearly stumbled when she realized who it was. Rob and Dean! The two Firemen! What the hell were they doing here?! Was this where they would have gone if they hadn’t met her and Donna at Charlie’s bar? Great … just great.
Okay. Relax. They have no idea who you are. This doesn’t have to be embarrassing. Act normal.
“Merry Christmas. I’m Jackie, I’ll be your waitress today. What can I get you?”
“Well aren’t you a cutie. I’m Rob and this is Dean. We’ll take two beers for starters and … your phone number.” They both laughed, as if this was the funniest thing ever. They obviously had some drinks at Charlie’s bar already.
“The drinks are coming right up. My number will be my secret, but I can give you my boyfriend’s number, if you want to discuss that topic further.”
Needless to say, Rob backed off and there was no more flirting for the rest of the evening, while she served them drinks. An hour before closing time, she saw Bud talking to Mike, before suddenly the man was gone. She had an inkling what that was about, but she still asked Mike about it, when she got the next round of drinks from him.
“Bud? He had to leave early. He got a phone call from Red Forman. Gotta say, that’s a man I wouldn’t want to be pissed at me.”
“You and the whole town.” She joked, but she wasn’t very joyous.
It was happening again, she knew it was coming, but she still had some hope before, that Donna might get bored alone and went back to the party. Seems like she didn’t and Eric threw up on Red’s shoes. Now Steven would get his own sets of rules at home and wouldn’t be able to come over at night anymore. It made her sad, but there was nothing she could do. He might not like this strict Bud at first, but it would be good for him.
She was so angry at her own parents, but she came to realize, that the few good memories of her childhood were still precious to her, no matter how much it hurt sometimes. Steven deserved some happy memories, even if he would come to realize that Bud was only his stepfather.
The rest of the evening was over quickly and before she knew it, she was on her way home. It was dark and silent when she arrived, and she couldn’t help but shiver. It had only been two weeks, how could it feel so much lonelier without Steven already? It was ridiculous! Resolutely she shoved that thought aside and went upstairs to her room to get changed and fall into her bed. The evening had been slow, but she was still exhausted.
Sadly enough, two hours later she was still awake. She was bone tired, but she just couldn’t sleep. She knew what it was. She missed Steven’s presence. Damn it! She had to get used to this again, it was only until morning. She would see Steven tomorrow to give him his present. That made her smile, she hoped he would like it.
Click.
What the hell was that? Was that the door? But her parents weren’t even in town and none of the servants would come back to the house at night. Oh god. A burglar? Seriously? She got robbed on Christmas? She must have changed more than she thought here already, because that definitely didn’t happen last time. Frightened she got out of bed and grabbed the first thing she could find as a weapon, before she quietly opened her own door.
Thump. Thump.
There! Those sounded like footsteps. Oh god ... there was someone in her house. She nearly stopped breathing, when she slowly crept out of her room. She just had to reach the door and get out of here, before the guy noticed her. She’d rather barricade herself in her room and call the police, but if he got the front door open, the lock of her bedroom door would be no challenge for him, and then the police would be too late. She really had to get out of here! She could call the cops from her neighbours house.
She walked as quietly as she could, but still tried to make quick steps. Her heart was pounding, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, all her senses were on high alert. Then she saw something move in the corner from her eye. A shadow. OH MY GOD!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH” she screamed and just lashed out with her weapon, hitting the burglar again and again!
“OUCH! Jackie?! Stop hitting me with— what the hell?! You really use those as a weapon?” A pained voice asked incredulously.
‘Only Steven would ask something like that in a situation like this.’ The thought flashed through her head, before the voice really registered. Wait a minute? Steven?!
She stopped hitting him and ran to the light switch instead, putting the lights on and really … there he stood. In her hallway. In the middle of the night.
“Steven? What are you doing here? You scared me half to death! How did you even get in?”
“You gave me the key last week, remember?”
“Oh … right. Sorry. I thought it was a burglar.” She could finally breathe again.
“I gathered, but Pompons? You thought I was breaking in and you tried to scare me with Pompons? Seriously, Jackie?”
“Hey, they worked. Sort of …”
“…right. Now put the death weapons away.”
Jackie laughed and threw the Pompons into the living room on the couch, before going to her boyfriends and kissing him. “Sorry I hit you.”
“It’s okay.” He said easily and putting his arm around her, leading her back upstairs to her bedroom.
“What are you doing here anyway? Not that I’m not happy about.”
“What do you mean? I knew you’re parents weren’t here. Of course I came.”
“Yes, but…” she had to stop, she couldn’t really tell him that she knew about Bud. “I mean … it’s already three a.m. in the morning, I thought if the party lasted this long, you wouldn’t come tonight. Did you have fun?” She said instead.
“Yeah it was cool, until Bud cancelled it.”
“Oh? I thought, he agreed to you party?”
“He did, but Forman lost at quarters and was really drunk. Kelso brought him home and he threw up on Red’s shoes.” He laughed a little. “That’s good stuff.”
She allowed herself a little giggle: “Sounds funny, but I don’t really see the connection.”
By now they had arrived in her room and she put the lamp on her bedside table on. Sitting on her bed, she watched Steven undress, throwing his clothes over her desk chair.
“Red called Bud and they had a little talk. He came home and stopped the party. He totally flipped, telling me all these new rules. Suddenly he wants to be a father.”
“So that’s why he left early. He finally acts like a parent, maybe this isn’t so bad.” The look Steven threw in her direction told her, that he saw that a little differently.
“Now he's all strict. I gotta do my homework...and he keeps talking about nutrition.”
“Nutrition? Okay that’s weird, but the rest sounds pretty normal. Now you know what other kids always moan about. I bet you have a curfew too.”
“Yeah, I have to be home by midnight. He even wrote the new rules down, so he wouldn’t forget them.”
“And your first reaction is to sneak out at night?” she asked a little concerned, she didn’t want to get Steven into trouble again.
“Whatever, I’ll do the homework and the food stuff. I’ll even clean up, but I won’t quit coming here.”
“He’ll notice Steven, he probably controls your room at night or something. What if he grounds you?”
“Then I’ll keep sneaking out. I’ll tell him, that I won’t stop sleeping here and if he has a problem with that, he can throw me out. I won’t budge on this.”
“Steven! I don’t want him to throw you out. Do you really think he would do that?”
“Nah. As long as I agree to everything else, he’ll give me this. If not, he can kiss my ass.”
“My little rebel, no wonder I think your hot.” She quipped, knowing that Steven wouldn’t change his mind and … she wanted him here, she couldn’t deny that.
“Of course you do.” He grinned and put his shades away, before he finally joined her in bed.
“I’m glad you’re here and … well I guess it is Christmas morning, so … merry Christmas.” She kissed him softly, before reaching under her bed and producing a present for him.
“Thanks.” He looked surprised but took the package from her.
“I hope you’ll like it.” She had to smile, he looked a little floored right now.
This got him going and he ripped the wrapping paper from the box. When he opened the lid, his eyebrows went up. “A Rolling Stones T-Shirt? Cool.”
Laughing, she pulled the shirt out of the box and shook it out. “Yes, but look: it’s signed by all band members! I made sure that the signatures were legit.”
Now his eyes bugged out. “Keith Richards touched this? Awesome! How the hell did you get this?”
“Oh, I saved all my tips and asked a girl at the music store to help me track one of these shirts down. I couldn’t get one of Led Zeppelin this time, but I hope you still like it.”
“Are you kidding me? This is great. You didn’t have to do that. I only…” he stopped, looking uncomfortable all of a sudden.
“’You only’, what?” she asked, confused now.
Unsure, he got up again and went to his jacket, when he came back to bed he had a small rectangular object in his hand. Slipping under the covers, he gave it to her.
“It’s nothing big. I don’t really believe in gifts.”
“Just a big scam for companies to trick people into spending their hard earned money, hm?” she said in an amused tone, removing the wrapping paper from her gift.
“… exactly.”
Shaking her head she finally freed the object and … looked at a picture of them at the prom? It wasn’t the official picture the school took, that one was already on her desk, she had put it there weeks ago. No, this one was made, while they were dancing and were hesitantly smiling at each other … it was beautiful. Who made this? Where did he get it? She had never seen this before.
“Oh my God. Where did you get this?” she exclaimed, holding the framed picture close to her heart.
“Fez took it. Don’t now what the guy wanted with it, but I got it back and bought a frame for it.”
“Oh, I love it Steven. It’s such a thoughtful gift. You don’t know, how much this means to me.” She carefully put the picture on her nightstand with the ‘Stones shirt, before she threw herself into Stevens’ arms. Grabbing his hair, she pulled his face closer and kissed him enthusiastically, muttering little words of thanks in between kisses.
It didn’t take long for him to relax again, finally believing that she really liked his present. She couldn’t blame him for his hesitation, she had always been talking about expensive presents. But whatever Steven got her, she had always been happy about it, no matter the material worth of it.
Kissing her back, he let his hands wander over her waist, pulling her on his lap. Parting his lips from hers, he actually gifted her with a real smile. “Glad you like it. Thanks for the Shirt, it’s great.”
“I’m glad… this is the happiest Christmas I had in a long time.” Or ever. The last Christmas they had together had been awful. They had been arguing, but this … this was great.
“That’s cool. It will still be good later. I don’t know about you, but I’m beat.” He said, stopping the mushy talking. He was laid down and pulled her with him.
Nodding, she put the lights out. “You’re right. Did I tell you, that I gave the staff the day off tomorrow? They prepared some food we just have to reheat in the oven. We can have a lazy day, no need to run away from Rosa.”
“I’m not running away from her.” He grumbled, to her utter amusement. “But sleeping in sounds nice.” He admitted.
“It sure does. Goodnight Steven.” She whispered, her fingers idly stroking over his arms, that were wrapped around her from behind.
“’night.”
It was quiet for a moment, but then she heard a mumbled: “Merry Christmas to you too, Jackie.”
She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
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