what if cybertronian was so complex and intricate with its mixed feelings/wellness/intent that when its translated to english (or any other Earth language) that the most the new language can express is the barest, most basic and rudimentary translation of the cybertronian its attempting to convey?
MistyMountainHop’s That ‘70s Show Fanfic that Never Was: #9
A few years ago, I wrote a partial draft and outline of a One Difference story, but other stories stole my creative attention. I’d held off from sharing this one here because I thought I might finish it someday, but that seems highly doubtful now (I’m working on several other stories I very much hope to post).
Remember, first drafts are just that: first drafts. I revise a story a lot before I post it on FFNet and AO3 (which is one reason why I take longer to put out new stories than other people). Beware clunky sentences and other strange, first drafty things (*lol*).
And now, without further discussion, I present…
ACCESS aka One
Difference: Hyde Doesn’t Pass Out (at the Beer Warehouse)
18, 1979 Point
Place, Wisconsin The Pinciottis’ Living Room
Jackie and Donna finished off their
joint. The smoke hadn’t made Jackie feel better about Steven’s
absence, and being surrounded by the tacky décor of Donna’s living
room didn’t help matters either. Aqua and silver belonged at the
bottom of the ocean together, as a rusting hull of a ship and the water surrounding it.
They didn’t belong in a house.
Donna was going on about
starting a rock band called the Sandy Sandals, but sand reminded
Jackie of dirt, and dirt reminded her of Steven. She’d
given him an ultimatum, either he proposes or she leaves for Chicago
to start a life without him. He had until noon tomorrow, seventeen
hours from now, but as each minute ticked by, her heart sank lower
and lower in her body, like that silver ship.
Rusting and rotting at the bottom of the sandy ocean. And now she was
back to Steven.
“You know,” she said, “I
thought if I really put myself out there he’d see how much I love
him and say yes right away. And then when he didn’t, I thought,
‘Okay, well, maybe he’ll take a couple hours and then say yes.'” She
frowned, even though it would give her frown lines. “But now I
think he’s only taking so long ‘cause he’s gonna say no.” Her heart plummeted to her knees. “Donna, what if he says
“Jackie, if Hyde
says no, then you and I get a van,” Donna said, smiling, “and the
Sandy Sandals tour America.” A thick candle was lit on the
coffee table behind the couch. She took it and gazed into the
flame, but she replaced it on the table when hot wax dripped on her
“Anyway, men are stupid. Eric knows who I work with at the radio
station. There’s no Kevin. He should’ve realized I was trying to make
a point by saying I had a date tonight. But at least I hurt him a
little, like he hurt me a lot by deciding to go to Africa without
even talking to me about it.”
stupid,” Jackie said.
“Steven has the most beautiful, talented woman on the planet wanting
to spend the rest of her life with him, and all he can do is say, 'I
don’t know’? Idiot.”
“Well, helloooo, toots!” Eric said.
He was at the hallway door, and he stumbled down the one step to the
recessed living room. “Back from your date so soon, huh? Used to be
you had to buy a girl dinner if you’d want her to …” he gestured
at Donna, “slide all over you, moaning like a ghost.”
and Donna share a disgusted look. Then Steven stumbles down the step
and bumps into Eric. “Outta the way, Forman.”
Jackie jumps up from the couch.
Donna stands up behind her and
says, “Okay, you know what? I didn’t have a date,
but I should’ve.”
“Wait, so you lied?” Eric says, and
Steven looks unsteady on his feet, like he’s about to fall
Jackie pushes Eric out of the way, and Eric crashes to
the floor. But Jackie doesn’t care. She supports Steven, who’s
swaying on his feet. “What happened?”
Donna goes to Eric’s
side and helps him up. “They’re drunk-a-duck. Daffy Duck. Wascally
Eric says, “And you’re high.”
Jackie, though, thinking about Steven
then seeing Steven, has sobered up a bit. “Drunk?”
Steven says, “I gotta tell you somethin’, Jackie … but first, I
gotta get on the floor.”
“What?” Jackie says, but
Steven’s already on his knees.