A/N: This is a shorter chapter. Be warned. Exceedingly Fluffy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from THAT 70S SHOW.

Hyde and Jackie ate at Victorian Corner Restaurant for their last night in Monterey Bay. Their seat had a wonderful view of the bay at sunset, and Jackie had not stopped smiling since the Aquarium. Hyde was relieved that Leo of all people had finally pulled her out of her funk. As they walked around the town, and after Jackie had found a sundress as cute as her other one, they merely sat on the shore, away from the water, and watched people swim and surf.

"Our honeymoon is almost over," she mused. "You only get one, you know."

"Not if you get married more than once," Hyde said.

"That's a horrible thing to say!" she scolded. "We're going to be married forever!"

"Few people go in thinking otherwise."

"Steven, knock it off," she begged, and he chuckled, hugging her from behind.

"Okay, I'll stop," he said. "So was it a good honeymoon? Was it everything you were going on about for two months?"

"No," she said, simply.

"Ouch."

"It certainly wasn't how I pictured it, but it was still wonderful," she continued, touching his scruffy face with her hand as she stared at the sea. "And I got two sundresses out of it, and some nice books on Monterey Bay that can go on our coffee table. And of course a roll of film."

"And this," Hyde said, and dangled a necklace in front of her. She gasped a little, and turned around to face him. "I saw it at the aquarium gift shop, and thought you'd like it." It was a silver necklace, with a small silver shark charm on it. She grinned, and accepted the gift.

"It's beautiful," she said, and he put it around her neck. She touched it lightly with her fingers.

"I thought the shark would be appropriate, since we had our own close encounter with one," he said.

"It's perfect," she said, kissing him.

"Good, I'm glad you like it. I thought you may find the shark ugly of something," he said, and she turned back to the ocean, arms resting on his.

"Well, I used to," she said, and giggled. "But when I saw our little friend in the water, it was really gorgeous. I don't think JAWS gives sharks a fair shake, you know?"

"How zen," he said.

"Thank you, I still have it sometimes," she said. "What about you? Was it all you hoped it would be?"

"Eh, I didn't have high expectations for the honeymoon," he said. She swatted him gently. "But I know what I want to do now. I want to go back to the hotel, and have some more alone time with my wife."

"And because you gave me this necklace I should give it to you?" she asked.

"It would be a nice thank you gesture," he answered. She giggled, and nodded.

"So now that you're been married to me for four days, was it all you dreaded it would be?" she asked, as he helped her stand up.

"Ah man, it's the worst," he said, and smirked at her. "My sham of a marriage to Sam was better than this one."

"LET'S not joke about THAT," she said, and he laughed to himself. "Seriously. She was a skank. And I can say that now because I'm your wife."

"And Fez was a tool."

"What a thing to say about one of your closest friends!"

"Eh. That was a bad year for us. It was like a TV show that jumped the shark."

"No kidding. What was up with that?"

They got back to the hotel, and made love as the ocean splashed outside their hotel room. Afterwards, a robed Jackie walked onto the balcony, and hugged herself as the cool sea air chilled her. She looked back at her dozing husband, and played with her necklace some more. She smiled, and bit her lip. So even if she did have to go back to New York City the next day, the necklace he gave her would be a constant reminder of the interesting honeymoon they had experienced. After all. Who could say that they were almost eaten by a shark on their honeymoon?

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Donna awoke to the phone in the bedroom ringing. She looked at the clock. It was seven am. She groaned, and rolled over. Eric sat up, rubbed his eyes, and answered it.

"Hello?" she heard him ask, and tried to cover her ears with the pillow. She was almost asleep again, when Eric nudged her.

"What?" she asked.

"Phone for you," he said.

"It can't be Jackie, it's five in the morning there," Donna said.

"It's not Jackie," Eric said. Donna took the phone, and sat up.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mommy." She was wide awake at that simple phrase.

"Hi Tommy, what are you doing up?"

"When you coming home, Mommy?" he asked. She smiled, and rubbed her eyes with her hand.

"Daddy and I are going to come pick you up today, and then we're all going home," she said. "Honey, why did you call this early?"

"I miss you."

"Oh baby. I miss you too. Don't worry, we're going to be there to get you this afternoon. I promise. Go back to sleep," Donna said.

"Okay."

"I love you, Tommy."

"I love you too, Mommy." She smiled.

"Donna?" Kitty asked.

"Hi, Kitty," Donna said. "Is he okay?"

"He had a bad dream and wanted to talk to you, sorry for waking you up," Kitty said.

"No really Kitty, it's fine," Donna said. They said their goodbyes, and she hung up. She hit Eric's shoulder, and he groaned.

"He called!" she squealed.
"Who didn't see THAT coming?" Eric muttered. She kissed him, and he swatted her with a pillow. "Donna, I want to sleeeeeep!"

She couldn't fall back to sleep after her happy phone call. So she brushed her hair and got dressed, and went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee for everyone. As she put the coffee in the pot, the porch door slowly opened. She couldn't imagine who was trying to get into the house, so she grabbed the nearest weapon, a spatula, and hid behind the counter. She heard the door open, and someone step inside. She took in a deep breath, and then leapt up from behind the counter, yelling. Barry yelled as well, and held up his hands.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed, and Donna exhaled. "Don't do that!"

"Well what are you doing sneaking around the yard at seven in the morning?" she demanded. He took the spatula from her, and gave her a condescending look.

"So were you going to flip me to death with this thing?" he asked, and she smiled sardonically at him.

"Har har," she said, and he laughed with her. "Seriously though, what were you doing out there?" He grinned, sheepishly.

"I'm just getting home," he said, and began to walk for the guest room, but Donna had him by the sleeve.

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on," she said, pulling him into the kitchen unit. "Where were you? And who were you with?"

"Are you my mother now? I didn't realize I had a curfew."

"Barry, come on!" He arched his eyebrows, and pat her on the head.

"You know Paul Ramsey, who you were scared of stalking you?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"He isn't stalking you," Barry said. "He has no interest in YOU whatsoever." Donna put her hands to her mouth, and laughed.

"You and Paul?" she asked. "Okay, what happened?"

"I'm not the type who kisses and tells, you know," Barry said, taking his coat off and walking into his bedroom. Donna put her hands on her hips.

"So you admit to kissing him!" Donna called after him. "I'm just going to make some sordid details in my mind and assume that's what happened, is that what you want?"

"Do what you will!" he called back.

"Dammit," she muttered.