A/N: It would help to know a little bit about That ‘70s Show before reading this (but it’ll still make sense if you’ve never seen it), and if you don’t already know who Ross and Rachel are, well that’s just sad. They’re essentially the king and queen of television ‘ships.

Closet ‘Shippers

Sara lazily spun her hair around her finger, sighing as the printer produced a piece of paper with less than favorable results. “Damn it.”

“Hey Sara, what’s wrong?” Greg walked into the DNA lab, noting her blatant anger as she crumbled the paper.

“Evidence. It’s all wrong. None of it makes sense, and after last night, I just want a hot bath and something to throw at a wall.”

“Oh I know, I had a bad night, too.”

“Couldn’t have been as bad as mine.”

“Why? What happened?”

Sara suddenly became standoffish, attempting to slip past Greg and leave the lab. “Nothing.”

“No, really, what happened?”

“Oh, it... it was nothing, just some dumb TV show.”

Greg’s attention was immediately piqued. “Which one?”

“Never mind Greg, it’s just a stupid show.”

“Really? Because I watched the finale of That ‘70s Show last night... and it kinda sucked.”

“Kinda sucked? Understatement of the century.”

“You watched it too?” He asked, amazed.

“Are you kidding me? Why do you think I’m so pissed off today?”

Greg shrugged. “I can’t believe what they did.”

“You mean with... Jackie and uh, Hyde?”

“YES! Oh my god, Sara, how could they do that?” Greg whined, grateful that he could confide in Sara about the hideous finale.

“You mean, just pair her off with Fez when she so clearly belongs with Hyde, the love of her life?”

“YES!”

“Wow, I never knew we both watched That ‘70s Show.”

“Do you, uh, I mean, well... never mind.” Greg paused, and then attempted to change the subject- and failed.

“Do I what, Greg?”

“Well I... I just thought that since you liked Jackie and Hyde so much, maybe you, you know... visited this one website where people kind of...”

“Fanfiction . net?”

“Oh my god!”

“You too?”

“Of course, that’s where all Jackie and Hyde ‘shippers go for comfort after that crappy last season.”

“Wow... we are such nerds. So... do you write it, or just read it?”

“Both. You?”

She paused, smiling. “Both.”

“Really? What’s your handle?”

“ZenF-“

“YOU’RE ZenFox70?”

“Well, yeah, have you read any of my stuff?”

“Sara! I’m SpaceCowboy.”

“No... way.”

“I love your stuff! Especially your remake of season 8. It’s amazing!” He gushed, suddenly realizing that they were still in the doorway of the DNA lab.

“Well I loved your AU chapter story where Jackie and Hyde met in grade school. So funny.”

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from ZenFox70.”

“Hey, I just had an idea.”

“Write an angry letter to TPTB?”

“I kind of, uh, already did that.”

“Sara, I never knew you had it in you. Curse words or just standard fan-disappointment?”

“Both.”

“Mine just had cursing, and well, I kind of recommended that they check out your fanfiction.”

“You really did that?”

He nodded. “I didn’t know it was you, I just really love your work.” There was an awkward pause, followed by laughter. “So... what was your idea?”

“I think we should do a teamtag fic.”

“Awesome idea! Jackie and Hyde, right?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Stupid question, I know. Wait, wait, you wrote In The Heat Of The Night, didn’t you?”

Sara blushed. “Yeah, that one’s mine.”

“Wow... you sure know your smut, lady.”

Nick approached the two, taking in only the last few words of their conversation, and turned right back around and left.

Greg and Sara began laughing hysterically.

After the laughter finally died down, Greg leaned against the door, his face pensive. “I just can’t believe they ended it like that. But at least Donna and Eric got back together in the end.”

“I knew they would. Their whole tortured subtext wasn’t fooling anyone.”

“Yeah, I... you think that if they had more time, Jackie and Hyde would’ve gotten back together?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“That’s too bad.” Greg sighed. “It’s such a shame when two people seem to have so much... chemistry, and it’s just... wasted.”

“That... that is a shame.”

There was a pause, where they stared at each other for a few long seconds, trying to break the tension with weak chuckles.

Sara leaned closer, whispering in his ear. “You tell anyone that I’m secretly a fanfic-crazed ‘shipper and I’m ripping your hair out.”

Greg smiled tentatively. “Got it.”

She created space between them once again, and began walking down the hallway, Greg in tow. “So, you wanna come to my place later so we can start chapter one of our new fic?”

“Sounds good.” He replied.

“But I swear, if I find out you’re a Rachel/Joey ‘shipper, I’m not letting you anywhere near my computer.”

“You’re joking, right? Ross and Rachel all the way.”

She smiled, and turned the corner, leaving him to his thoughts.