A/N: ...Whoops. A bad combination of writer's block and poor managing skills snuck up on me, and there was no way this could have been done for yesterday. But here we are, finally.

Part 3: It's the wedding weekend of Fez and the gorgeous if possibly imaginary model Kelly. Jackie and Hyde might finally work things out.

San Francisco, California

March 9th, 1990, 11:50 AM

The lobby of The Love And Joy Hotel

The hotel wasn't exactly Fez' style. That was the first thing, Hyde noticed, as he arrived in the lobby of The Love And Joy Hotel. For one, the name was too obnoxious, even for Fez. It had to be, his possibly imaginary, fiancée that had picked the hotel out. Sure, Fez could get all girly about decorating and stuff, but he was also very particular about things being tacky. Fez and Jackie used to argue about it all the time. Hyde quickly shook that thought from his head, and headed for the front desk, to check in. "My name is Steven Hyde. I'm here for the wedding?" he said to the receptionist's expecting look.

"The wedding of Kelly Addams and- Oh dear, I don't believe, I can pronounce that," the receptionist asked. Hyde just nodded, he figured that would save them some time. How many Kelly Addams-es with a fiancée, who had a ridiculously long name, could there be on one hotel? She turned to find him a keycard. "Here you go, third floor, room 19."

"This seems like the kind of place the foreigner would pick." The grouchy voice was followed by Mrs Forman's characteristic laugh practically echoed across the lobby. Hyde turned to see that both of the elder Formans had arrived. Next to them in the entryway to the hotel was Jackie. Jackie was actually carrying two huge leather duffel bags with a flowery print, no doubt her baggage for the weekend.

"No, Mr Forman, Fez would never pick a place so-" Jackie started, and Hyde could practically see her eat the word tacky. Probably just in case, Kelly was anywhere nearby. "Special. I'm sure he made sure the ballroom looks nice."

Hyde smirked, if Jackie couldn't come up with anything nicer than special, she really had to think this place looked like crap. Not that he didn't agree with her, but his reasons were probably different than Jackie. He schooled his expression and headed towards the Formans. "You guys need any help?" Hyde asked, as a way of greeting them.

"Oh look, Red, it's Steven!" Mrs Forman said with a bright smile. Hyde had to admit, he had missed seeing that look on her face. He tried to go to Point Place, to see the Formans as often as he could, but Grooves had been busy. It made it harder to just coast and enjoy working in a record store. Even, if the reason Grooves had been busy was a little bit, because of him. "It has to be a month, since the last time you came for dinner."

"Business has been busy," Hyde said, which wasn't a lie. Mrs Forman frowned. "But I'll try and make it for next Friday," he promised.

"No need to hurry, son," Red added, as if he was worried Hyde would move back in the basement, if he came by for dinner once. Jackie had dropped one of her bags on the floor, clearly anticipating that the conversation with the Formans would last a while. "It's nice to finally have some peace and quiet."

"Oh, enough with you. You've missed him too," Mrs Forman said in Red's direction.

"Let's go get our room key, Kitty," Red said, clearly to change the conversation. He sidestepped Mrs Forman to move towards the receptionist desk. "Let's see if the rooms of this hotel are any better than the lobby."

"It was nice to see you both again," Mrs Forman said with a beaming smile in Jackie and Hyde's direction, before following Red. Jackie shuffled from foot to foot. She had her hands buried in the pockets of her coat. A curl had fallen out of her ponytail, for some reason he almost pushed it behind her ear. Which was dumb, obviously, he wasn't Forman or anything. Neither of them said anything for a couple of beats.

"Are we good?" Hyde asked, when Jackie picked up her bag. Jackie froze for a moment, before she turned to fully face him. He couldn't really read the expression on her face.

"What?" Jackie said, clearly doing everything she could to avoid meeting his eyes. Usually he wouldn't mind, but right now he actually wanted to know if they were good. After what had happened on New Year's Eve, it would be a long weekend of avoiding Jackie, if they weren't. "Because you're just so amazing, that I can't be alone with you without wanting to make out?" she asked.

"Well," Hyde began. He rolled his eyes, it wasn't what he meant. But they could never do anything the easy way. "I have heard you say, 'take me to bed, baby' more than once," he added, making his voice shrill as he repeated the line in question, for added effect.

"Steven!" Jackie squawked, and punched his arm hard. Hyde did notice, that she was blushing profusely. It wasn't like he was lying though. She bit her lip and looked down at the carpet for a moment. Jackie looked up at him again with a more collected expression. "That was a long time ago," she continued.

"Yeah," he said, in a tone he hoped sounded indifferent. He crossed his arms. Jackie was just looking at him, her expression was mostly blank, but she was kind of smiling with her eyes. The same expression, that had appeared every single time, she'd pretended to be annoyed by something he said. He quickly shook the thought from his head, the whole conversation at New Year's – the fact she and Kelso hadn't done anything in Chicago, or that he'd never really had to worry about Kelso, as much as he did – didn't change shit. The whole making out thing definitely didn't. He just wanted to know, if they were good, so he didn't have to bother avoiding her all weekend.

"But yes, we're good Steven," Jackie said, avoiding his eyes for a moment. She hooked up in the other bag, looking down at it. Jackie shuffled uncomfortably on her feet. There was a pause, before she looked at him again. "You know, it was nice finally talking about the whole- disaster. Maybe it means, we can move on, actually be friends."

He and Jackie had never been friends, not really. At first, she'd just been Kelso's annoying chick, who he could burn and get back as good as he got. Then she'd gotten into the habit of crying all over him, whenever Kelso did something extraordinarily moronic, so he had to be nice to her on occasion. He might act tough, but he didn't really like seeing her cry. Then they'd gotten together, and after that- well, they had never really into the habit of being friends and just hanging out. "That'd be cool," he just said, aiming for zen, but actually meaning it.

"Yeah," Jackie said with a similarly zen face. But he could kind of tell there was a smile in her eyes. He shook the thought from his head, he knew Jackie too well and it was annoying. That didn't mean, it was important. "That'd be cool."

San Francisco, California

March 9th, 1990, 02:45 PM

Eric Forman and Donna Pinciotti's hotel room

"Jackie!" Donna practically shouted, almost making Jackie jump out of her skin. The redhead was dressed in sweats of all things, but Jackie couldn't even really focus on that. She tried her best at a glare in the giant's direction. They'd ended up in Donna and Eric's room. Jackie wasn't exactly in the mood to be sitting in a corner and waiting for whatever festivity was starting tonight. "Were you listening to anything, I was saying?"

"No, but to be fair, I never listen to anything you say," Jackie shot back, making Donna roll her eyes. It was a convincing enough answer. She hadn't counted on running into Steven, first thing she came to the hotel. Well, technically not first thing, since she'd found the Formans outside, where Mr Forman had complained about how the guy assigned to parking, would probably scratch his car, but besides them.

Jackie hadn't meant to completely avoid him either, even with everything that had happened, since all of them had met up in Point Place last year. If she was honest with herself, she'd maybe even missed him for a while. Or maybe she just had too much time to think, when she was on hold to some annoying publicist, in order to book a guest for the show. But Jackie hadn't expected to see him first thing, she'd expected to have time to figure out a plan. Not just see Steven, and have to think quickly.

"Alright fair enough, I guess," Donna said. Donna sat down on the hotel bed, and she placed a hand on her stomach. Donna seemed to always be sitting down these days. "I don't know, Jackie. You seem kind of – off. Is work okay?"

"Busy, but it's always busy. Carol kept whining, that I got to go to San Francisco for the weekend, to a fancy hotel," Jackie replied, and made sure to make a face. She didn't really feel particularly bad for Carol. Carol had called her fat, back when Carol had gotten into aerobics two years ago, and Jackie had never forgotten it. But the hotel was really bad. It was so tacky, that even Fez couldn't possibly have picked it. "Now, that I've seen the hotel, I think I'd switch places."

"And it's not because you're suddenly upset Fez is getting married or something like that is it?" Donna asked. Jackie glared at her. Donna held up her hands in surrender. "Alright, fine. It's not, just checking Jackie!"

"Please! Fez and I only dated for a couple of months ten years ago," Jackie said with a scoff and sat down next to her very pregnant friend. "It's not like you're still dreaming of Randy is it?"

"I can take a hint, Jackie," Donna said with a small smile. The two of them sat in silence for a moment. Jackie almost wanted to ask Donna about it. But Donna would blabber about to Eric, and then everyone would know, and it would be a whole big mess. "But you are okay, right?" Donna asked, apparently unusually concerned about Jackie's feelings today.

"You don't need to pity me, you giant. I'm fine!" Jackie shot back. Jackie dragged her feet over the thick camel coloured carpet. She drew a deep breath. Even, if she asked Donna her opinion, Jackie didn't have to tell her, what had happened at New Year's exactly, or after they got back from the water tower almost a year ago. Unlike some of her friends, Jackie could actually keep a secret thank you very much.

It wasn't that she hadn't meant, that she wanted to be friends. She had, she absolutely had. They used to have fun together way back when, even with no kissing or anything romantic involved. The small voice in the back of her head, that snuck up on Jackie when she least expected it, had reminded her that she missed that. When there was nothing heavy between them, they had fun. And that was exactly the problem.

There was still the other stuff, the marrying a stripper, fighting constantly, and then eventually just kind of ignoring each other stuff. As much, as Jackie might honestly miss the fun part, the other stuff was still going to be there, in the back of her head. It had felt good, to talk about Chicago, to actually get a chance to explain, but Jackie wasn't sure, she wanted to hear his explanation for the other stuff. For Sam, or anything else. But for the first time, in a very long time, Jackie didn't actually want to talk. Then again, Steven had never exactly talked a lot about anything, so why would he start now? Jackie clutched the hideous patchwork comforter in her hands, and then released the thick fabric again. She definitely wasn't going to start. "Brooke asked, if we wanted to go to the hotel bar tonight? Michael, Steven and Eric are all going to be off embarrassing Fez all night," Jackie said.