A/N: And here we are, the very very last chapter of this. Happy Holidays and all that jazz, sorry this is late (again.) Thank you so much to anyone, who has reviewed this, favorited it, or added it to their alerts. It's genuinely really cool, and I appreciate it every single time. Hopefully, you guys enjoy this chapter.

San Francisco, California

March 11th, 1990, 1:20 PM

San Francisco Hospital

There was chattering, that filled the cafeteria of the hospital, as Hyde opened the door. His eyes scanned the big room, looking for Jackie. He'd just been back by the hotel again, to pick up some of the crap, Forman had forgotten in the panicked rush to the hospital the first time. Predictably, Forman had been flailing with his arms, and acting like he was the one giving birth, rather than Donna. If Hyde and Jackie hadn't been busy trying to help their friends, Hyde would have probably burned his friend, in some sort of way. Understandably, big Red hadn't brought up what she had probably overheard between Jackie and Hyde, so at least they hadn't had to deal with that on top of everything else.

Hyde spotted Jackie leaning against a column by the salad bar, and he headed towards her. She looked like she was thinking about something, at first appearing not to have noticed him at all. Her camel coat was too big on her tiny frame, making her look smaller than she usually did. Half the way over, she looked up and seemed to notice him. There was a small smile on her face, tugging at the edge of her mouth. "Hey," he said, as he came up to her.

"Hi," she replied, a light shining in her eyes, as she looked at him. Something tugged in his chest. Jackie shuffled from foot to foot, and kind of moved her hands awkwardly, like she wasn't sure what to do. Neither was he, if he was honest. So, at least they were at the same place, when it came to that. "So- I guess, Eric and Donna are gonna get an extended vacation in San Francisco?" Jackie said, seeming unsure.

"Yeah, guess so," he said, a grin on his face. Jackie's hair was pulled back, a couple of loose strands hanging down. He put his hands into the pockets of his jacket. They had been sitting on the edge of a bed, kissing each other not two hours ago. And now here they were, in a cafeteria of a hospital that looked like it had been fixed up some time in the 60s and not since. There was a lot of wood panelling for a hospital. "So what about you? Are you going back home to LA?" he heard himself asking.

"No. I haven't been back in San Francisco in a while," Jackie started, crossing her arms. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. She shuffled from foot to foot. "I was going to stick around for a few days, maybe see some friends, some sights, you know?"

"Cool," Hyde replied, unsure what would be the right thing to say. He always seemed to be unsure of that, when it came to Jackie. But it was even worse now. Jackie was standing here, looking up at him. Jackie had said she loved him. He'd even told her, how happy he used to be, way back when they were together. But he still felt a little unsure. He balled his fists where, he had them buried in his jacket pockets.

"What about you?" she asked, suddenly seeming kind of interested in her shoes. Clearly, this was as weird to her, as it was to him. Or at least, this wasn't something, that they were used to anymore. That helped a little bit. Made Hyde breathe a little easier.

"Got no plans," Hyde replied with a smile, sneaking up on his face. He shrugged. That was technically a lie, he had a meeting his dad was dragging him along to, that Tuesday morning. But he was pretty sure, he could talk his dad into letting him skip this one, especially since he had started slacking off at work, a lot less. Besides, this right here, felt important. More important, than anything had in a while.

"Cool," Jackie replied, meeting his eyes again, and he wasn't sure whether or not she was making fun of him. She might have been, but honestly he didn't care. She shuffled and dangled her arms along her sides. He reached out, and he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. His hand lingered for longer, than it probably had to. Jackie smiled, and she leaned a little bit into his hand. "Maybe, I could show you around, see some sights."

"That's cool," he replied, not failing to notice how Jackie rolled her eyes at that. She looked like she was about to fire something back, about how that was the only thing he ever said, or something like that. It seemed like something she would do. But before she could, his other hand cupped the other side of her face, and he dipped his head down to kiss her.

Hyde had wanted to do that for a while, basically since he had run out of his hotel room to go find Forman, so Donna could get to the hospital. Jackie responded eagerly, one hand around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. She made a small noise, and he backed her the half step back, so her back was against the column. Jackie sucked down on his bottom lip. He wanted to tell her- well, a lot of things. How much he'd missed her for one. Because he had missed her, even if he had been a bit slow to catch up. Not just today, but for a while.

There was an annoyed cough from somewhere behind them. Hyde turned his head to see an older woman looking at them from one of the table, with a scandalized look on her face. Jackie sent the woman a glare, and if looks could kill she'd probably be curled up on the floor. Hyde straightened his face to try and not smirk. As annoying as this was, it was also just a little bit funny. "Sorry, m'am," he said, still barely managing not to smirk.

Hyde linked his fingers together with Jackie's, and she squeezed his hand slightly. This wasn't usually something, he would do. She was still glaring at the older woman though, as he tugged her slightly in the direction of the door. "She wishes, she could kiss like us," Jackie grumbled, as they left the hospital. "She probably lives alone with like four cats or something."

"Jackie-" he started, a small smile sneaking onto his face. If you were to ask him later, he wasn't sure why that's what does it. But they paused outside the hospital, a light rain drizzling down, and the building behind them, probably the most painfully boring thing, he'd seen in a while. She looked up at him for a moment, clearly surprised, he'd kind of stopped in his tracks. "I love you," he heard himself say, not particularly loudly but not uncertainly either. Jackie just stared at him for a moment.

"I love you too," Jackie said, a bright smile on her face. There were practically stars in her eyes. Not that he was going to start being as mushy and sappy as Forman now, it just seemed like an apt description was all. "But let's get back to the car okay? This rain is gonna ruin my hair, if we stay here for much longer."

Normally, Hyde would have probably said something about how it was barely raining. Or that she was probably kind of insane. But right now, he honestly couldn't care less. Instead, he headed with her towards the parking lot, still holding her hand.

San Francisco, California

March 11th, 1990 9:34 PM

The Love and Joy Hotel

There were no sounds, except the traffic outside of the hotel, and the sound of Jackie's own heartbeat. They had ended up in Jackie's room, since Steven hadn't booked his for longer than until after the reception, or the reception as it was supposed to be that day anyway. Obviously, there hadn't exactly been one, since Fez was probably half the way to Los Angeles by now. Jackie snuggled up closer to Steven, this whole day felt surreal. There was a part of her, in the back of her head, who was kind of afraid, what would happen, if she fell asleep. If nothing else, it had at least been a very eventful day.

Jackie pressed her face into the crook between Steven's neck and his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around her, holding her there. She smiled against his skin. There was still something warm buzzing through her, and Jackie drew a deep, content sigh. "This is nice," Jackie said with a quiet whisper.

"Yeah, it's alright," Steven replied, sounding content, and Jackie could practically picture him smiling. She snuggled closer to him, if she could get closer to him, that was. None of them said anything for a long moment. Jackie pressed her eyes shut. She really didn't care how long, they stayed here. Steven had said, they would go see Eric and Donna and the new Forman at the hospital tomorrow, but Jackie would just as gladly stay here, cuddled up against him.

"Can I ask you something kind of stupid?" Jackie whispered, without moving an inch.

"Thought, that was all you did," Steven replied, which did make Jackie raise her head slightly to glare at him. That made him smile slightly. "Kidding," he promised.

"It's just-" Jackie said, still sitting up. She shuffled sort of awkwardly with her hands. "I know, I probably made a mistake, trying to push you, but- What would you have said, if I haven't gotten scared and said I had gone to Chicago?"

"Jackie-" he started, clearly about to protest, and something in her stomach sunk.

"You said, we could talk more about things, Steven," Jackie reminded him, even if she did feel bad about bringing it up.

"Well, I didn't think we would be doing that now!" he protested, and Jackie took a deep breath and laid back down next to him. Maybe, he'd answer maybe he wouldn't, regardless it would probably be easier, if she wasn't staring him down. Jackie took another deep breath. One of his hands found her hair, stroking through it.

"But I guess, if that's something you wanna know- I thought we were doing really good, and I wouldn't really have minded, if things continued the way they were for a really long time," he continued, probably looking up at the ceiling. Jackie swallowed hard, and squeezed her eyes shut. "So if I hadn't had freaked out, and you hadn't freaked out- I probably would have said, eventually, when we were old enough."

"That's what, I thought you'd say," Jackie said softly, feeling calmer. She heard a faint echo of what Fez had said on New Year's Eve in the back of her head, but Jackie shut it down. "Well, now anyway, back then I was really scared. That was the reason, I came up with it to begin with too, I was afraid," Jackie said quietly.

"I get it, Jacks," he said quietly, and Jackie was pretty sure, he actually did. Sure, it would have been nice to have gotten married back then, at least if you'd asked 18 year old Jackie. But above and beyond she'd just been scared, scared of losing another person, who meant the entire world to her. Because he had. And if anyone understood, what it was like to lose people, you cared about, it was Steven. But she could do better now, they could both do better. There was a certain amount of assuredness, that settled in her. She angled her head to kiss his cheek.

"Can I ask you one more stupid question, Steven?" Jackie asked, now sort of propped up on her elbows, so she could look down at him. He opened his eyes to look at her.

"Is it less bad, than the last one?" he retorted, making a slight smile tug at her mouth.

"Yeah, I think so," Jackie said with a small smile, as she fiddled slightly with his shirt. She wasn't really feeling nervous about asking this, except Steven might think, she was being ridiculous or something. "This morning, what you said about how you used to feel, when we were- you know, together? Do you feel that way now?"

"I think, we're getting there, yeah," he said quietly, a hand stroking along her cheek. Jackie beamed, as happy as she hadn't been in a while, maybe even ever, still looking down at him. There was a content smirk on his face.

"Me too, Pudding Pop," she replied happily. Steven immediately made a disgusted face, and a noise, although it seemed sort of half hearted.

"Ugh, I did not miss that!" he protested again. Jackie giggled, apparently that hadn't changed in 10 years.

"Liar," Jackie retorted, still giggling. She cupped both his cheeks in her hands, and bent her head to kiss him again, happiness bubbling underneath her skin.