Disclaimer: I do not own 'That 70s Show' or 'In Your Eyes'. I've borrowed the concept of both to create this story. The title was taken from the lyrics of "Over the Hills and Far Away" by Led Zeppelin. I bow to the greatness of Zeppelin.

Authors Note: Sorry for the huge delay in updating! Christmas got in my way this time. Anyway, just a little more road trip fun in this chapter. Angst will be coming soon so I figure I'll let them play while they can. As always, thanks for reading and please review if you have a minute.

Somewhere in Nebraska, 1:07 pm

"Jackie, no!"

"But please Steven..." Jackie hung on her boyfriend's arm and stared up at him with wide unblinking eyes. "Oh! Maybe they'll even sell Zeppelin T-shirts there."

Hyde revved the El Camino's engine. "Jackie, Zeppelin wouldn't be caught dead at a Flea Market…even on a t-shirt."

Jackie rolled her eyes and returned to her place in the passenger seat. "Steven, do you realize how long it's been since I've been shopping?" She kicked at an empty coke can on the floor. "I don't even remember what the mall looks like anymore."

Hyde pushed a new tape into the player and Deep Purple's "Highway Star" poured from the speakers. "Jackie, do you know what's at the mall?"

Jackie perked up. "Dresses?" She gasped. "Oh, I know! Shoes!"

"Cops, Jackie." He counted on his fingers. "Security guards, FBI, and random sheep who've seen us in the papers and want their reward."

"Steven, I doubt the FBI shop at the mall." Jackie interjected. "No, those suits are designer."

"Whatever." He shook his head. "All I know is that we need to steer clear of public places for awhile."

"Okay." Jackie pouted. She leaned her head against the seat and peered at her boyfriend. "Except I have to pee."

He ignored her wide unblinking stare and moved towards the side of the road. "Fine, I'll pull over."

She shot upright. "No! No more woods, Steven!" She scrunched her nose settled against the door. She crossed her arms with clear discomfort. "Last time a squirrel looked up my skirt."

Hyde couldn't stop the smirk from forming. That quickly turned into a chuckle.

"It's not funny!" She protested. He could barely contain himself. "Steven!"

"What? I can't blame him." When she lunged forward and started slapping his arm he couldn't control his laughter. He stopped the car and didn't bother trying to peel the angry girl off of him. "Okay!" Her tiny hands stung and he put a hand up in protest. He lost his grin and turned serious. "Jackie, stop." She stilled. He observed her playful grin for a moment before slowly smiling again. His arm shot out and linked around her waste. Her screams pierced his eardrums but that didn't stop him from dragging her onto his lap. She continued to wiggle in his grasp for a moment, stirring certain sensations in his jeans, before giving in and letting her forehead fall against his.

"I'm still mad." She smiled and poked his chest lightly.

Hyde shrugged. "Of course you are, doll. If you don't get pissed at me at least once a day I worry."

Jackie's face melted into a warm smile. "Aww, you worry about me."

"Shut your pie hole." They met for a kiss. Her lips tangled with his and he parted hers with his tongue. They lingered in slow methodical contact while he laced his fingers through her hair and she hugged her arms around his neck. It could have turned deeper had she not started wiggling, nervously, out of his grasp. "What now?" He mumbled.

"I still have to pee…" She mumbled and he felt her embarrassment. With an exaggerated roll of his eyes, he released her.

"Fine." He smacked her butt, lightly, for emphasis. "Come on, we'll go to the damn Flea Market."

She lit up and bounced some more. He groaned as she climbed off of him and back to the passenger seat. "But no shopping! You pee and then we hit the road."

Jackie grinned as if she hadn't heard him at all. As they took the exit indicated by the giant billboard, she grew more excited. Hyde found a parking spot close by and intercepted Jackie at the passenger door.

"I thought you were waiting in the car…" She questioned as they walked hand in hand towards the door.

"Yea well, I changed my mind. I don't think we should split up." Though his actions rained sentimental, his voice held the usual roughness. Jackie gazed lovingly up at him. He looked down at her and rolled his eyes. "I know what you're thinking and stop it! I just mean that Scooby and Shaggy never split up…for good reason!"

"You do not know what I'm thinking!" She challenged. "Just because our souls are connected does not mean you can read my mind."

"Our souls are connected?" Hyde scoffed. "Jesus, Jackie. It's more like our government microchips malfunctioned at the same time."

Jackie shook her head. "Steven, can you at least once try to be romantic?" They reached the restrooms and Jackie tugged her hand from his grasp. "You can't follow me in there."

She disappeared into the bathroom. Hyde leaned against the tile wall and crossed his arms. "Hell if I can't." Try as he might, though, she refused to open their connection. "Crap." He muttered to himself and studied the stream of people passing between the booths.

Meanwhile, Jackie washed her hands and studied her less than ideal reflection in the mirror. Her primping abilities had been limited. Her lashes no longer curled sufficiently and her hair remained flat without access to her curlers. She dried her hands and then did a quick flip of her hair to gain some body.

She nodded, resigned. "Well Jackie Burkhardt, this is your life now." The bathroom door swung open and a girl about he age strode inside. Dressed in leather from head to toe, she resembled no one Jackie had ever known. She stopped at the mirror and examined her long brunette lashes and pink hair.

"You wanna take a picture, princess?"

The girl gave Jackie a quick side-glance. Jackie shifted and looked back at her own reflection. "No." She cocked her head and turned back towards the girl. "How do you get your hair that…pink?"

The girl grinned as she applied another layer of brown mascara. "You mean other than strawberry Kool-Aid?" Jackie's eyes grew wide and the girl laughed. "It's easy. A little bit of Kool-Aid, some conditioner, and wait five minutes."

"Oh." Jackie sat against the edge of her sink and continued to study the unusual girl. She studied the girl's hefty makeup bag with envy. "Okay, I can't believe I'm asking this but…do you think I could use your mascara?"

Without a word, the girl reached into her bag and pulled out an extra tube. She held it out and Jackie took it with haste. The girl didn't let go at first, looking towards Jackie pointedly. "I'm Crissy."

Jackie smiled. "I'm Jackie." She released the tube and Jackie rushed to the mirror. She held the wand against her lashes and swiped it in a fast upward motion. "Thank you." She spoke as she applied the makeup. "My boyfriend is waiting outside and I feel so gross without my makeup."

"Let me guess…" Crissy chuckled. "…your boyfriend is the curly-haired guy with the majorly dramatic sunglasses and ripped Zeppelin shirt."

Jackie turned back to Crissy, surprised. "How'd you guess?"

Crissy shrugged. She placed her wand back in the tube and stored it in her bag. "Well he looks like he's about to break down the ladies room door. Did you kids get into a fight or what?"

Jackie shook her head and went back to her lashes. "No, he's just a little overprotective."

"That's sexy." Crissy blunted her lips over her red lipstick. "Bet the sex is hot, huh?"

Jackie flushed. She studied the sink in trepidation. "Yea, it really is." She looked up to catch Crissy studying her. "What?"

"That's cute." Crissy laughed. "I haven't been that bashful over a guy since Chicago."

This caught Jackie's attention. "Chicago? Are you from there?"

Crissy smiled and patted her lips with her fingers. "Are we really from anywhere, Jackie Burkhardt?"

Jackie froze in place. The blood drained from her cheeks and she backed further against the sink. She forced her lips to utter the question she needed to ask. "How did you know my last name?"

Crissy backed away from her mirror, her palms in the air. "Relax, okay? I'm not going to tell anybody. I just recognize you from the news."

"Wait…" Jackie gripped the sink until her knuckles turned white. "…I'm on the news?"

Crissy nodded. "Well, yea. You broke out of an orphanage, Jackie." She moved back to her makeup bag and picked up a compact. "They have to at least make it look like they're searching for you."

Jackie nodded, slowly. Her breath returned in short gasps. "So, if you recognize me than somebody else could too." She moved away from the sink and paced the bathroom. "Steven was right to be paranoid."

Crissy turned away from the mirror and gestured to Jackie. "Come over here." Jackie took a step back, suddenly uncertain of the mysterious girl. "It's okay, Jackie. I'm not going to tattle on you and your boyfriend." She shrugged. "I mean, him rescuing you from the evil orphanage is so romantic I wanna puke."

Jackie looked into the hard brown eyes of the leather-clad girl decided that she could be trusted. She stepped towards the sink and stopped next to Crissy. "It is pretty romantic, isn't it?"

Crissy took Jackie by the shoulders and turned her around to face the mirror. "What you need princess, is a disguise. Luckily, I have a lot of experience hiding from the law."

Jackie frowned. She considered her drab appearance in the mirror and sighed. "Okay. I guess I could go for a makeover."

Crissy reached into her bag and pulled out some scissors, a package of grape Kool-Aid, and her entire makeup collection. Jackie looked to door nervously. "Um, maybe I should tell Steven what's going on."

Crissy laughed as she dunked Jackie backwards under the running water. "Oh don't worry princess, Steven is going to love this surprise."

Jackie shrugged and went along with it. Once her hair was wet enough, Crissy turned her away from the mirror and lifted the scissors to eye level. Jackie looked on nervously. She was about the protest when the first strands of black hair fell onto her lap. Crissy made fast work of the scissors, smiling and nodding as the hair piled onto the ground.

"Maybe I should just look in the mirror to…" Jackie began, but Crissy held her in place.

"Not a chance. You won't get the full experience until I'm done. Now, hold still."

Crissy's hands ran through her now shoulder-length hair and spread the purple conditioner throughout. As the conditioner set, she rummaged through her makeup back and found the perfect shade of eye shadow. She applied the green shadow followed by a dark brown eyeliner, blush, and topped it off with a subtle red lipstick.

She dipped Jackies head back into sink and washed away the remaining conditioner. Lastly, she led Jackie over to the wall and stuck her head beneath the hand dryer.

A few minutes later, Jackie emerged stunned and bewildered. She eyed Crissy's wicked smile with fear. "Oh my god, I've never had my hair this short. Crissy, what if he hates it!" He paused. "No, what if I hate it?"

"Relax, princess. Steven is going to be drooling over you tonight." She moved Jackie towards the mirror despite her resistance. Jackie kept her eyes closed through all of Crissy's urgings. Then, Crissy said something that caught her attention. "Oh, hi Steven! Jackie's been waiting for you…"

"What!" Jackie's eyes shot open and she cased the bathroom for her boyfriend. Instead, she was confronted with her own image in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair and slowly smiled at the stunning transformation. Her shoulder length black hair held just a delicate shimmer of purple. Her eyes popped beneath the green eye shadow and brown liner. Her lips held just enough color to draw attention.

"Oh my god, Crissy! Thank you so much." She threw her arms around the girl. "It's perfect!"

Crissy stood stiff. "That's great, princess. Now get off me! I don't do hugs."

Jackie pulled away just as the ladies room door burst open. Steven plowed inside; his fists ready to punch.

"Jackie, what the hell is going on?"

He stopped just ahead of her. His gaze went from pissed off to confused and finally to a level of lust she had never seen before.

"Your hair is purple." He gave a sly grin. "That's badass."

Jackie gave Crissy a grateful nod before taking Steven's hand and leading him out of the bathroom.

They spent yet another night fogging up the windows of the El Camino.