Summary: Hyde's thoughts upon meeting W.B for the first time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nada. Zilch. It's very sad.
A/N: Set during 7x02 "Let's Spend the Night Together" - italicized dialogue is from the actual scene.
A/N2: This has been stuck in my head for a while so I decided to put pen to paper. And it's a short one. A drabble by any other name would sound as sweet. But I'd always found this to be a powerful scene and wished to get inside Hyde's head for this one.
This should be a day of celebration. He'd found his real father, all the unanswered oddities in his personality were beginning to make sense and the man seemed like a pretty cool guy. He even owned a chain of record stores, for God's sake. It was making his girlfriend twitter in glee.
This should be a day of celebration.
And it was, until of course William Barnett accused him of wanting nothing more than to be handed a wad of 100 dollar bills.
It was like a punch in the gut. He could feel the cold feeling of dread and dashed hopes wash over him – watching as indignation and surprise show up on the faces of the people he loved.
Dread turned to anger and he had the sudden need to beat the man into a pulp. He didn't need to be here. Jackie shouldn't have to witness this. But the two people he felt who were even less deserving of this crap were Red and Kitty.
"No. You know what? I didn't need anything from him growing up, and I don't need anything from him now," he growled before leaving his home, slamming the door behind him. He paused outside of the door, breathing heavily, attempting to keep his temper under control – at least until he had access to some beer and a wall to punch.
He stilled at the sound of a voice, Jackie's voice. "You know that was very rude of you. And I can't believe I'm saying this to someone wearing cashmere, but I don't think we can be friends!"
He shook his head incredulously, a small smile playing at his lips. God love his girlfriend.
"How could you say that to Steven? He doesn't want your money. I want your money!"
Hyde leaned back against the door, listening intently to everything being said inside. He should have stormed off. And he would have, but some unknown force was keeping him locked in place. Maybe, even after all these years, he still felt unworthy and wanted to hear some form of confirmation that he mattered. And as he stood outside the door listening, he got it.
How did he ever come to deserve them?
"How could you think that anybody here needs your money? Look at this place. Glass grapes, Pizza Rolls, an organ; it's like Carnegie Hall!"
"I stand by what I said. What else was I supposed to think?"
"You're supposed to look at me and know that I raised fine young men… even though one of them is at a feminist rally."
Hyde's head knocked back against the door softly. Thanks, Red.
"Mr. Barnett, you are wrong about Steven. He's perfect."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, savoring her words. I love you too, baby.
Hyde pushed off of the door and walked around to the backside of the house, heading towards the basement, hearing Red's "I think you should go," behind him.
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