A/N: Thanks for the reviews! And yeah, this is before the Epilogue to PRODIGAL CHEERLEADER, sorry about forgetting to mention that. On we go!

Disclaimer: I own nothing from THAT 70S SHOW. But yes, Barry is mine.

Jackie and Hyde got off the plane, gathered their (mostly her) bags, and walked to the rental car place at the San Francisco Airport. She held his hand, and smiled up at him.

"I love our honeymoon so far," she stated. He chuckled.

"We haven't even left the Hertz lot," he said, filling out the rental forms. "You're also extremely optimistic. If I told someone that not three hours ago you were flipping out they wouldn't believe me."

"It's just because we're here," she said. "How far is Monterey from here?"

"A couple hours," he said. She chuckled. "What?"

"You Midwesterners always tell distance in hours," she said, nudging him.

"Excuse me, aren't you also a Midwesterner?" he asked, handing in the form.

"No, I'm a New Yorker."

"Well so am I."

"No, you have to have lived there for at least ten years to be considered that," she said. "So I am, and you aren't. It's a rule."

"That's a dumb rule."

"Sorry, it's the truth." He was skeptical, and the cashier handed him the keys to the car.

"Here you are, sir," the woman said. "I hope that you enjoy the car and all of it's features."

"How is the car?" Jackie asked. "Cuz we're on our honeymoon, and I hope it's a great car. As newlyweds we deserve that." The cashier looked at her, then at her slightly swollen stomach, and then back at her.

"Newlyweds, huh?" she said, and clicked her tongue. "And not a moment too soon." Jackie's jaw dropped, and Hyde pulled her away before she caused a scene at the Hertz station.

"Can you believe that woman!" she exclaimed. "I thought that once we were married I was no longer considered a whore!"

"No, once you have the kid and we start lying about our anniversary, then you will no longer have that title," he said, chuckling a little, but she was not amused. He cleared his throat, and hoped that this wouldn't put her off for the entire car ride. "Don't let her get to you, she's just an old bat who probably doesn't have a husband. Feel better?"

"…. A little," Jackie said. "Ha. I have a husband."

"Yes you do."

"I have a husband and I'm a designer! AND I'm gonna have a baby!"

"All of this is true," he said.

"Though she was hardly old, she was probably in her forties," Jackie said. "She still has time to live up to me, I suppose." Whatever makes her feel better, he thought, and looked at the car assignment. It was around somewhere.

"What spot is it parked in?" Jackie asked, and stopped pushing the cart. Hyde looked around, and then had to keep his mouth from dropping at the car. He pointed, and Jackie looked at where he was gesturing. She dropped her bag, eyes wide.

"Steven..?"

"…. Yeah?"

"…. Is that a Gremlin?"

"….. Yeah. Yeah, I think it is."

"Our honeymoon car is a GREMLIN?" she asked, looking at the bright yellow abomination in front of her. He looked at the slip again, making sure he didn't read it wrong. He hadn't.

"Yeah, doll," he said. "We're the proud temporary owners of a yellow Gremlin." She looked at the back of the car, and arched an eyebrow at it.

"Can my luggage even fit in this thing?" she asked. He was going to answer, but then began to question that himself.

"I… don't know."

"…. Oh man. I think I'm going to have a panic attack," Jackie muttered, putting her hands to her forehead.

"Calm down, Jackie, it's just a car," Hyde said, putting his hands on her back. "Just calm yourself, it's not a big deal, this is why I packed light."

"You packed light because you don't plan on wearing more than one nice shirt or one pair of jeans!" she exclaimed.

"Well, if things go my way we won't be wearing clothes much," he said, but she was off on the car now.

"Steven! A Gremlin!" she squeaked out, and he began laughing a little bit. "What? What is so funny? This isn't funny!"

"Jackie, it's hilarious!" he laughed, and she huffed, crossing her arms. "No really, you're freaking out about a car we're barely going to be using anyway. And come on. The Gremlin is famous." She sighed, and moaned a little bit.

"It's not famous, it's notorious," she said, and he knew that she had decided that maybe he was right. Maybe it wasn't a big deal and maybe it was hilarious. He loaded their bags into the trunk (they just barely fit), and she climbed into the front seat.

"I bet that Barry is faring better than we are," she said as Hyde climbed into the driver's seat next to her.

"I doubt it," he said. "I mean, Donna's forcing him to go camping."

"Yeah but my parents cabin is hardly camping," she said, and he started up the car.

"Do you have the map?" he asked. She paused.

"…. I thought you had the map."

"….. JEEZus."

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Donna and Eric walked into the cabin, and emitted low whistles. Since Jackie's parents got back together they had redone the entire cabin as a way to have a fresh start to their relationship. Now it was very classy, and looked like a ski lodge as opposed to a cabin.

"This is spiffy," Eric said.

"I have a feeling it's like her parents relationship," Donna said.

"Spiffy?"

"No, gilded but everything that matters to keep it going is defunct," Donna said. "We'll just see how the stove works. I'm not getting near it."

Barry walked in with his luggage, and groaned.

"Let's get the heat on, shall we?" he asked.

"I'm not getting near the furnace either," Donna said. "So! What do you think?"

"I think it's like The Burkhart's relationship," Barry stated.

"See?" Donna exclaimed, pointing at Barry. "He knows what I mean."

"God, I feel like I'm in 'Little House on the Prairie'," Barry muttered.

"Barry, for crying out loud, there's indoor plumbing, a kitchen, and a hot tub," Donna said. "You're worse than Jackie when it comes to roughing it."

"You think this is roughing it?" Eric asked. "When I was in Africa-."

"I will NOT make this a competition," Donna said, handing her bags to Eric.

"It's cuz I always win the roughing it competition," Eric whispered to Barry as she went for the kitchen.

"We'll have to go into town and get food," she said. Barry sat on the couch, and grabbed the wool blanket off the back of it.

"Heat. Now."

"Bite. Me," Donna said. Barry sighed, and laid down on the cushions. "Oh Barry, it's not that bad, and besides, this way you can experience a real winter. Not a wussy New York City one."

"Oh how lucky I am!" he said, waving his hands in the air. "Now I can truly, TRULY, die happy. Just knowing that I could possibly freeze to death is so wonderful, I'm very grateful."

"Are you finished?" Donna asked. Barry nodded, wrapping the blanket over his head. "How on Earth does Jackie travel with you? You're so high maintenance."

"She's high maintenance too," Eric said.

"Yeah, but if you're high maintenance in the same way you can travel just fine," Barry said, voice muffled through the blanket. "That's our secret. And even then I'm not as bad as she is."

"How will Hyde be able to maintain her til death do they part?" Eric asked, carrying the bags into the bedroom.

"That's what Barry is there for," Donna answered. "He handles the parts that Hyde can't."

"It's true," Barry said, sitting up. "So where is my bedroom? My bags need to get out of the front room and into my own private space."

"You can take Jackie's old room," Donna said. "At the end of the hallway, I think." Barry nodded, and got up and brought his bags into the room at the end of the hall. He turned on the light, and almost gagged. If they had redone the house, they had not touched Jackie's old room. It was still bright pink in all forms.

"Donna, I'm gonna get you for this," Barry muttered, and began unpacking his bag.

A howl came from outside the window. Barry leapt on the bed, startled, and looked around. Another howl emanated the night.

"What the HELL is that!" he exclaimed. Donna ran into the room.

"What's wrong!" she asked, concerned. The howl happened again.

"That! What is that?" he asked. "Is it a wolf?" She snorted.

"It's a dog, Barry," she said. "I think some hunters are about a half mile down the road. Calm down."

"If it makes that noise all night I'm going to go insane," he said.

"You really don't go camping ever, do you?"

"I'm from Schenectady, Donna, we don't camp, we stay at home, go to Church, and go to Temple," he said.

"I thought you were Christian, you celebrate Christmas," Donna said.

"My mom is Jewish," Barry said. "We do both."

"I did not know that," Donna said, and the howling began again. "Okay, yeah, that's pretty obnoxious, I guess."

"Will it just go away, please?" Barry asked.

"The owners will let it in before they go to bed," Donna said. "You won't have to live with it all night." Barry nodded, and Donna sat on the bed next to him.

"If you just open your mind, you'll have a good time," she said, and smiled at him sympathetically. "Be optimistic."

"Donna, I'm a New Yorker," Barry said. "Optimistic for me isn't 'this cabin trip is going to be a hootenanny!' No no. Optimistic is 'Oh good! That guy who stole my wallet didn't stab me to death!'" Donna chuckled, and shook her head.

"Wanna get in the hot tub?" she asked. "Or didn't you pack trunks?"

"Oh I did," he said.

"But you were only planning on being in Point Place in March," Donna said. Barry shrugged.

"Always be prepared," Barry said, and she nodded. "I'll meet you out there." She nodded, and left the room. Barry opened the curtains to the window, and looked out into the sunset.

"I don't see what the big deal is," he muttered, and began to change into his swimsuit. The dog howled again, and he sighed. I hope Jackie is having a good time, he thought.