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I think I've seen this film before (And I didn't like the ending)

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I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you

- The Night We Met, Lord Huron


Jackie ends up falling asleep on Steven’s, admittedly very comfortable, couch after three beers, one Pink Floyd album and a passionate rant from Hyde about subliminal messages being used in advertising. It’s a remarkably familiar scene considering she’s not experienced it in years. She isn’t sure what to make of that.

 She wakes when she hears said beer bottles, plus the many more that Hyde had consumed, clinking together as Hyde gathers them up to drop in a trash bag. She opens her eyes, only slightly inconvenienced by the bright light now filtering through the curtains, to see Steven tying up the bag. He doesn’t notice that she’s woken up until she’s sitting up, trying and probably failing to smooth out her hair.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” He smiles at her, a little too gentle for her to handle in the daytime, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She yawns into her hand. Honestly, these past couple of days she’s had a better night’s sleep than she’s had in weeks. Usually, she has two kids bouncing on her to wake her up at six o’clock in the morning hoping she’ll turn a cartoon on for them. She can’t even be angry seeing as it’s significantly better than when she had screaming babies waking her up at all hours. But, either way, it’s been nice to be able to only experience the morning after eight o’clock. With two small children, even the little things can count as luxuries.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” She replies, voice still slightly thick with sleep, “You should have woken me. I would have headed off.”

Steven raises one eyebrow, “You sleep like the dead. There was no waking you up.” She sends him a glare, about to protest, when he adds, “I forgot how much you snore.”

“I do not snore!” She says indignantly, her lips automatically going into a pout, a disgruntled taking over her features. This doesn’t do anything except cause him to start laughing at her. She picks up a cushion and throws it his way.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you sound like a chainsaw when you sleep.” He catches the cushion and throws it back at her.

“Shut up.”

Hyde laughs once more, heading towards the kitchen to drop the bag of bottles by the trash can. When he walks back out to the sitting room, he drops down into the armchair. “Anyway, you looked like you needed the sleep.”

“Are you saying I looked gross and tired?” She’s back to glaring.

He rolls his eyes in response, “You know you never look gross. It’s the only reason anyone puts up with you.”

She preens for a moment at the initial compliment before she realizes the latter part of his comment. “Says the man that has the personality of a brick wall,” She huffs.

She spots him smiling, the small one he used to have when he thought she’d said something funny but didn’t want to admit it. She ignores the swell of warmth she gets at knowing she both still understands his tells and the fact that she gets any sort of warmth at making him smile.

“Man, a brick wall? That the best you got?”

“I’ve matured past stooping to petty insults.”

He actually laughs this time. “You’ve matured?”

“Yes. At least one of us has,” She snaps. He continues laughing though and she just rolls her eyes in response, “You’re annoying.”

“Is that not a petty insult?” He fires back immediately, and she shoots him a glare. He smiles, laughter finally dying down.

They sit in the fairly comfortable silence for a few seconds. Jackie, now awake, suddenly feels a little self-conscious. She rubs her finger under her eye in the hopes of removing any smudges of mascara, pushing her hair back behind her ear. God, she needs a shower. And a toothbrush.

“Do you want a coffee or anything before I drop you back off?” Hyde asks finally and she glances across at him, suddenly remembering the state Donna was in last night.

She stands up automatically, panic starting to rise in her throat. She really hopes Donna and Eric’s chat went well last night, that Donna didn’t need someone last night while she was over here. She shakes her head, voice a little frantic as she responds, “No, no. I need to get back now. Should probably check up on Donna.”

“Yeah, uh, she seemed pretty torn up last night. She okay?”

Jackie shrugs one shoulder, because who knows. She hopes so. Knowing Eric, she feels like she will be okay; that boy loves her too much to let her go, even if it means letting go of something else. But, then again, she also doesn’t know how he’ll take the fact that Donna kept something so big from him.

“I hope so. Guess I’ll find out soon.”

“Let me know, yeah? Should probably know whether I need to iron my suit,” Hyde replies, standing up as well.

“You own an iron these days? I thought creases were a part of your aesthetic.”

“So, you admit that I have an aesthetic, huh?”

“Just drive me home.”

Hyde holds up his hands in surrender, “Okay, okay, your highness.”

Hyde gathers his car keys from the kitchen counter, raising an eyebrow back at her and nodding towards the door. She follows after him, exiting the apartment and standing behind him as he starts to lock up.

“Thanks, for uh, letting me hang out here last night.”

Hyde looks back over his shoulder at her, “You gained some manners in the last few years, huh?”

Without even thinking she gives him a firm shove to the shoulder, “You clearly haven’t. No one taught you how to accept thanks graciously?”

“I’m a poor orphan boy, what do you expect?”

“You can’t still use your orphan boy card when you have Kitty dropping off packed lunches for you.”

“How do you know about my packed lunches?” Hyde’s face looks confused for a split second before a cocky smile overtakes his face, “Have you been talking about me, Beulah?”

She’s probably blushing but she pushes forward regardless, “No. Just an easy guess.”

“Mmhm.” He doesn’t look convinced.

“Just take me home.”

He chuckles, pocketing his keys, “Yes ma’am.”

 

*

 

The Pinciotti-Forman household is eerily quiet as she steps inside. No children in sight (if Eric Forman let something happen to her children…), no screaming, no crying. Nothing. She can’t quite tell yet whether that’s a good or a bad thing, but it causes her to feel slightly nervous, her stomach rolling just a little. She really, really hopes Donna’s okay.

Jackie enters the kitchen and Donna’s sat, very calmly, at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. She looks too calm considering this is her wedding day.

It’s immediately unnerving.

Jackie thinks back to her own wedding day. She drank half a bottle of champagne and then ended up throwing it all back up before she’d even got down the aisle. She’s still not sure whether the dread or the alcohol had caused her overactive gag reflex that day. Her bridesmaids, three women that she only knew because of Edward and who were definitely not really her friends, had polished off four bottles of champagne between them and hadn’t even noticed Jackie heaving into the toilet. Her mother, obviously, was too busy flirting with one of the groomsmen that was much too young for her. So, this scene is a stark contrast to Jackie’s own wedding morning.

But there is the saving grace that Jackie looked much better in her wedding dress than anything Donna would have picked out for today.

“Donna?”

Donna looks up at her. Her face is pale, like she didn’t sleep much last night, and her eyes are a little red, but these are the only traces that anything happened last night. She’s smiling, for one, and it looks genuine. It’s not her usual smile, admittedly, but it’s definitely enough to ease Jackie’s nerves somewhat.

“I told him,” She tells her straight away and Jackie immediately sits across from her at the kitchen table, “He took it well. I mean, he was upset I hadn’t told him earlier, but I think he understood…”

“That’s good,” Jackie says, slowly.

“Yeah. Uh, it was hard. He cried. But, uh. We talked about our options. He still wants to marry me.”

Jackie nods but doesn’t say anything.

“He even said he’d tell Kitty for me. After the wedding, of course. I know that will be hard for him, but,” Donna takes a sip of her coffee. It’s quiet for a long time. Jackie knows that while at least it’s now out in the open, they still have a lot to work through together. But at least they can do it together. Donna speaks a second later, and when she does her voice sounds dazed, like she can’t really believe it, “He really loves me, you know?”

The words force a laugh out of Jackie. That boy looked at Donna like she hung the stars. She’s never really known anyone to look at someone like that, even now she’s older and been to more weddings than she can count. “He really does.”

Donna smiles, content, and Jackie feels an ache inside herself. She should not be jealous of Donna on her wedding day. Fuck.

“Oh, by the way, Eric took the kids over for breakfast at Kitty’s. Said he wanted to give me some space to get ready.”

Jackie nods. For once, she’s extremely thankful for Eric Forman. She’ll have to find a way to thank him without him gloating.

Donna finishes her coffee. After everything that’s happened just this morning, Jackie feels like a whole day has passed. Jackie’s eyes dart to the clock on the wall. How is it only ten past eight in the morning? They still have hours until the wedding, “Will you help me do my hair and makeup?”

“Yes!” Jackie burst out, probably too excited, and it causes Donna to laugh.

“Thanks.” Donna gets up from her chair, popping her empty mug by the sink, “Do you want a cup of coffee or something before we get started?”

Now that Jackie’s no longer worried about Donna, she feels the tiredness start to creep into her muscles. While Hyde’s couch was comfortable enough and not particularly aggressive on her back, she still hadn’t gotten as much sleep as she’d wanted. Plus, with two children under 10, she needs at least a couple cups of coffee in order to function. Her caffeine addiction is only a slight worry. She only gets the shakes and a seriously bad headache if she hasn’t fueled it.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Donna nods, taking the pot of coffee and pouring a cup. She adds some milk and then passes it over to Jackie. She sits back down across the table from her, watching Jackie as she takes the first few sips of coffee. Jackie sighs gently, the caffeine immediately enough to perk her up slightly.

“Hey,” Donna says after a moment, like she’s just remembered something, “Where were you last night? Should I be worried?”

Jackie feels herself redden. Why is she blushing? Nothing even happened. She takes another sip of coffee to avoid answering for a few seconds while she collects herself, “Uh. I thought you guys needed some space.”

Donna nods, one eyebrow rising up in confusion, “Okay? I mean, thank you, we did…”

Jackie rolls her eyes, putting her cup back down, “Ugh. Okay. I stayed over at Steven’s.”

“Steven’s?” Donna looks delighted. Jackie scowls in return, “You were at Hyde’s? All night? And he let you?”

“Yes. It was his suggestion.”

“It was his suggestion?” Donna’s voice goes slightly high pitched and Jackie nudges her leg with her foot under the table.

“Yes. We thought you needed space.”

“We?”

“Shut up,” Jackie replies, “We had a chat, I fell asleep, he brought me back. Nothing suspect here. I’m married, Donna.”

Donna laughs, “I know. I didn’t suggest otherwise.”

Jackie immediately quietens, because. Yeah, she didn’t.

“What did you talk about?”

“Nothing important,” Jackie answers. She’s not sure whether she wants to mention her conversation about their past, her leaving. It wasn’t even important. It’s all in the past. Why does it even matter?

(She doesn’t think about the fact that there’s still a bruise on the surface of her heart that hurts if poked that she got when she was 18. She doesn’t.)

Donna shrugs, “Okay,” She seems pacified. Or just like she knows that she’s not going to get further conversation out of Jackie, “Drink up. We need to get me ready to become a Forman.”

“I thought you weren’t going to be a Forman.”

“Shut it, midget.”

Jackie grins, downing her coffee in one go. It only burns her esophagus slightly, “So, best get started. I’m going to need a miracle to make you look wedding ready.”

Donna doesn’t look insulted. She grins, “I forgot how modest you made me.”

Jackie gets up, “Oh! I can’t wait to see your wedding dress.”