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Author's Note: Hello everyone, sorry I'm a bit late in posting this final chapter. Ended up changing bits of the ending as I typed it out. It's here now thought and I hope you all enjoy it. Sorry, it's a little longer but I couldn't split it up anymore, plus three chapters was more fitting to the story title. Don't you think? Thank you for all of the incredible support you all have given this story. It really was a fun one to write. Don't wanna ramble on too much so let's get to it! Thank you so very much for stopping by to read, hope you like, please review if you can, and as always, please, Enjoy!

"Six hundred seventy-eight bottles of beer on the wall, six hundred seventy-eight bottles of beer. Take one down pass it around six hundred seventy-seven bottles of beer," Michael sang wearily, which he had every right to be given the fact that he'd started the song with a thousand bottles of beer.

"Kelso," the sound of Mr. Forman's stern voice made Michael stop mid-song. "You keep singing that damn song and I'm gonna hit you over the head with one of those beer bottles."

"Red, there's not really any beer bottles on the wall," Michael said, as if he really needed to clear up Mr. Forman's confusion. "If there were this whole thing would be a lot more fun!"

Mr. Forman was shaking his head as he approached Jackie, who was standing in her own corner. "Can you believe this kettlehead?"

"Huh?" she had been hearing what was going on around her but hadn't really been listening. "Oh, yeah. He's a dumbass."

Jackie really had no clear idea of why Mr. Forman was so annoyed with the third party in their little captivity, but figured saying those words would not only be the safest bet but held some real truth to them too.

"Think I might have to come up with a new name for you," commented Red.

"What? Why?" Jackie pulled herself away from her thoughts long enough to ask this. Even though the nickname Mr. Forman called her by wasn't the cutest or the prettiest but compared to some of the names he called the rest of her friends it did sound more like a term of endearment—in its own way."

He shrugged casually. "Well, you're not being the talkative loud one you usually are."

"Oh, sorry," her eyes averted downwards as she said her apology. "I guess I'm just too upset to talk very much."

When a long silence followed her confession, Jackie lifted her head back up to find the sight of Mr. Forman covering his top lip with his lower one while nodding his head and looking in a direction that was not hers.

She frowned. "Don't you wanna know why?"

When Mr. Forman looked back at her, she could tell she'd surprised him by her question.

"Not really," he said rather bluntly, making Jackie wonder why she even bothered to ask. "But since my only choices are asking you about that or singing with the kettlehead over there…what's the matter with you?"

It may not have been the phrasing Jackie would have liked the question to be asked in, there was little to no concern in his tone, but stuck in this elevator she knew it was the best she was gonna get. Besides she really needed to talk about things, she couldn't hold it any longer.

Jackie drew in a deep breath, "I wasn't going up to see Steven just to see him," she began, looking up at the older man and catching his puzzled look. "I was gonna call off the wedding."

"Call off the wedding? Why?"

"Because," her hands came up to cover her face, not out of sadness but because just thinking about it all made her frustrated. "Because this whole wedding has been nothing but one disaster after another," she tore palms away and slid down the wall she was leaning against. "The florists delivered some random flowers that don't match with any of the other flowers, half of the table cloths are the wrong color, it's raining outside, the heel of my shoe is broken, and now I'm stuck in an elevator. And I'm the bride! This shouldn't be happening to me!"

The volume Jackie spoke in lowered with her gaze. "It's like the universe is trying to tell me that Steven and I shouldn't be getting married by sending me all this bad luck."

She watched Mr. Forman sigh before carefully lowering himself onto the elevator floor next to her.

"First of all, Jackie, there is no such thing as bad luck," the strong tone of voice Red used to say these words almost made Jackie believe them. "But there is such a thing as being a dumbass…or in your case, in knowing a dumbass."

"You guys?" a worried voice called out, causing Jackie and Red to look over at Kelso seated in his corner. "I know this was my burn and it was a freakin' awesome one, but….but what if no one finds us for days? We're gonna die in here!"

Mr. Forman looked at Jackie, titling his head in Michael's direction. "See what I mean?"

"No, Mr. Forman," she shook her head. "Michael might be the cause for getting us stuck in this elevator, but I can't blame him for everything else…even though he did eat the flowers off my wedding cake."

Michael was no longer wallowing in despair and instead cowered a bit while trying to avoid making eye contact with the sharp glare Jackie was sending his way. Meanwhile Mr. Forman looked just plain confused.

"You're eating flowers now, dumbass?" based on the deep scowl on his face he obviously thought they were talking about real flowers and not decorative candies. "You're hanging around the foreign kid too much."

"He was there too. But I can only blame the candy roses on Michael and Fez, everything else is all on me and Steven. We had a fight the day before and never got the chance to make up for it. That must have been the start of it all."

There was a faintly curious expression on Mr. Forman's face, but he never asked anything, allowing Jackie to continue.

"Ugh, it was such a dumb fight," her frustrating was boiling over once more. "The more I think about it the more I can't believe we actually fought about it."

Red gave her a small smirk, as if saying 'Isn't that the way most arguments go?' and despite herself a meek smirk played across her lips.

The smile faded away as she thought about another important detail of her bad luck wedding. "You know neither one of my parents is coming today."

Through her blearing eyes Jackie saw him nod his head. "I heard."

"All my life I dreamed of Daddy walking me down the aisle. I knew he probably wouldn't be able to when he went to jail, but I thought maybe my mom could do it and it would sort of be like he was still here. Instead my mother booked a cruise on the same week as my wedding after I told her our wedding date and I'm stuck walking myself down the aisle." She sniffled and let out a laugh that sounded much more like a scoff. "How pathetic is that?"

"If I got married today," Jackie closed her eyes and shook her head, after everything that had happened it was hard to imagine this being her actual wedding day. "It wouldn't be the wedding of my dreams."

"But would it be to the man?"

"What?" Jackie frowned, confused by the choice of words Mr. Forman had chosen to voice.

His suit covered shoulders shrugged. "Just something to think about it."

Jackie was still confused by what Red was trying to tell her. Her focus was drawn to the words 'The Man'…maybe Mr. Forman had been talking to Steven and was referring to government?

"Look Jackie," Mr. Forman's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "As far as I'm concerned, you're not born with bad luck and you can't be cursed with bad luck either, even if it's by the universe. You make your own luck."

She wasn't so sure that statement was true. If she could make her own luck she'd be having a better case of it, especially on her own wedding day!

Mr. Forman continued to speak, "I think your problem is you've run into a couple of wedding mishaps and you let your nerves get the best of you."

"I am not nervous," Jackie replied, putting up her defenses but they didn't seem to be working because Mr. Forman just smirked back at her.

"Like hell you're not. This is your wedding day, everyone's nervous on their wedding day," he told her and she began to wonder. "I'll even admit, I was nervous the day I married Kitty."

Her eyes widen, both at the revelation and the fact that it was exactly what she'd been wondering about.

"You were?" she couldn't imagine what a nervous Red Forman must have looked like. Maybe like Eric but less twitchy and not as skinny?

Red nodded, and to Jackie's surprise, continued to share the memory. "I hadn't seen Kitty in twenty-four hours because she was a stickler for tradition. And I was about to stand in front of a crowd of a hundred people in some monkey suit, it was exactly my idea of fun. But I had something with me that kind of helped me through it…"

Jackie had been hanging onto every word of Mr. Forman's story that it confused her when he trailed off from his words and stared at her, studying her face as if it would help him make a decision.

"I lent it to Eric on his wedding day and planned to pass it down to Steven today," he reached into his inner pocket of his jacket. "But I think you could use it more."

Curiously Jackie watched Mr. Forman and his actions of retrieving the object from inside his suit, even craning her neck a bit to get a peek. Part of her, began to think her luck might just be changing, after all getting an unexpected present was definitely a good luck kind of thing! For the first time in the past few hours she felt happy and excited, that is until she saw the miniature bottle Mr. Forman was holding out to her with its black label and dark amber colored liquid swishing inside.

"You were gonna get Steven drunk on our wedding day?!" She asked in disbelief.

"No!" He was swift to dismiss the idea. "This is the bottle I had with me when I married Kitty."

Jackie's eyes widened even more. "You were drunk when you married Mrs. Forman?! Does she know?"

"No, she doesn't know, because I wasn't drunk." The scowl he wore told Jackie he was already regretting his suggestion to bring the bottle out. "Look at the damn seal."

Taking the liquor bottle into her own hands, Jackie lifted it up closer to her gaze and saw that the black plastic wrapped at the top of the bottleneck was still intact. And now that she had a better look at the bottle, she could see not only was the label cracked and faded in some places but the contents were quite full.

"It's not broken," she said referring to the seal, still not quite sure of the entire meaning behind this bottle.

Mr. Forman nodded then pointed his finger at the bottle. "My buddy Frank gave it me while we were getting ready for the ceremony, said drinking the bottle would be an extra shot of courage."

Frowning slightly, Jackie couldn't help thinking that Frank's actions sounded like something Michael would do.

"Yeah, I had my own kettlehead of a friend," Red said as if he'd read Jackie's mind. "Of course, he never got me stuck in an elevator."

Jackie giggled when he added this, making sure to throw his voice to ensure that the current kettlehead had heard him too.

"Anyway, I knew Kitty would kill me if I was drunk when we said our vows, so I never opened it. Just stuck it inside my jacket and somehow, even though I never opened it, having it with me gave me the courage to wait for Kitty at the end of the aisle in front of all those people."

"So you know, if you wanna hold onto it," Mr. Forman looked down at the bottle and coughed before clearing his throat. "It you know, it might give you some of that courage."

Her eyes were filling with tear again, but this time they weren't sad or frustrated tears.

"Hell, it might even give you some of that good luck you're looking for," he added with a smirk.

"Thank you, Mr. Forman."

And then, even though she knew he would hate it, Jackie leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. When he began to gently wave her off of him she pulled away and giggled. That was when it hit her, both her and Steven's parents would be missing from their wedding but in a way, they did have something better, they had the Formans.

"Mr. Forman, do you think…"

"Jackie?"

The calling of her name made Jackie cut off her question before she could finish it. She knew that voice. Her heart knew that voice, her heart could feel that voice.

Scrambling to her feet and nearly falling over—she'd momentarily forgot about her broken heel—Jackie rushed over to the sealed elevator doors. "Steven?"

"Jackie?" he called again, this time his voice was louder, closer. "Are you in there?"

Jackie leaned her cheek against the right side of the double metal doors and spoke into the crack that split the door down the middle. "Yes! Steven, I'm in the elevator!"

"I know," she heard Steven assure her and then in a not as loud voice he said, "Fez, go tell maintenance she's on the ninth floor."

Weights of worry were being lifted from Jackie's shoulders and she found herself smiling again. As she looked around their little quarter, Jackie saw she wasn't the only one who was happy about their rescue, both Mr. Forman and Michael were now standing, and Michael had thrown his arms around Red for a celebratory hug. Only Red wasn't that happy and with a scowl he shoved Michael away him.

Jackie laughed at the sight. She felt so happy, so relieved. Steven was here and he was going to rescue them and…wait, did he say 'I know?'

"Steven, did you say you knew I was in the elevator?" Jackie returned to her spot at the door.

"Yeah."

He'd know she was in the elevator without her having to tell him, maybe he'd felt her in his heart too. Hope fluttered Jackie's stomach at the possibility of her and Steven being able to communicate and feel each other's emotions even when they weren't near each other, maybe they really were meant to be. Maybe they should be getting married.

She had to ask, "How did you know?"

"Found your broken heel in the front of the elevator over on your floor," Steven's voice explained to her.

"Oh Steven," she cooed, it might not have been a feeling of the heart but finding part of her shoe behind did have a Cinderella feel to it and she'd always wanted to be a princess on her wedding day. "Oh Steven, that is so romantic!"

With her face still pressed against the door, Jackie moved her left hand in front of it and pressed it into the cool metal too. She might not have been able to Steven, but she imagined that on the other side of the door he was doing the exact same thing and their hands faces would be touching if not for the stuck doors.

"Jackie, man," Steven's voice started to sound worried again. "What were you doing going on the elevator right before the wedding?"

Pulling her head off the door, she stole a look at Mr. Forman, hoping he would tell her whether or not she tell Steven that she wanted to call off their wedding. However, he just looked back at her, his expression telling her that she needed to figure it out on her own.

Taking a deep shaky breath, Jackie began to speak, "I was going to see you. I needed to tell you something…something about the wedding."

"What's wrong with the wedding?"

"Everything!" this time Jackie dropped her forehead against the elevator doors. "Michael and Fez ate the candy roses off the cake, my shoe broke, it's raining…"

"I know, but hey," Steven's voice had hope laced in with its usual Zen. "Fez and Laurie were able to get 'em to put up some big canopy things. They're real classy and stuff. You're gonna love 'em."

When the idea of canopy covers had first been suggested by Donna, Jackie hadn't been very convinced. She didn't want to get married in a tent. Hearing Steven assure her that she'd love them though, she believed him and actually felt excited to see these canopies.

She tried not to tear up. "You mean we can still have our outdoor wedding?"

"Yeah," his assurance made Jackie shut her eyes and sigh, a new grin breaking onto her face. "And Laurie flirted with the guy so there's no extra charge on the tents."

Not being a fan of the canopies being called tents, Jackie remembered the other disasters of the day. "Well, that's not the only thing that's gone wrong today. The tablecloths don't match and the florist sent over three centerpieces that don't match with any of the other flowers and…"

Faint laughter floated into the elevator from the other side of the door and Jackie suddenly filled with rage.

"Are you laughing?" she demanded to know and when she was answered with more laughter she shook her index finger at the elevator door. "Steven Hyde, if you're laughing I am going to kick you in the shins the minute I get out of here!"

"Sorry doll," he sounded like he was at least trying to control his laughter now. "But you're gonna have to blame me for those flowers not matching. I ordered three centerpieces that were supposed to go over on our table at the reception."

Jackie felt like she'd just heard Steven speak to her in another language. She knew he was talking to her and she'd heard his words but she didn't understand them. They couldn't be true, could they? She looked over her shoulder at Mr. Forman and Michael, but they looked just as lost as she felt.

"What?" she shook her head, it didn't make sense. "You? Why?"

"Didn't you see the kinds of flowers they were?"

"All I saw was that they weren't my flowers, the flowers I had picked out," she admitted feeling a tad guilty for not noticing much else.

"They're the flowers that made up the corsage I got you when we went prom together," his smirk could practically be heard in his voice. "You know, our first 'un-offical' date."

She gasped, her hand flying up to cover he mouth, as her eyes began to water. "Oh, Steven!"

The moment she thought back to those mismatched centerpieces, she knew he was right and she hated herself for not noticing it sooner. If she had that would have been one less thing to put on her list of bad luck occurrences. At least now she could cross it out, along with the rain, her missing parents, and with Steven here she had hope that she'd get out of this elevator soon too. Maybe things were starting to look up, she wasn't exactly sure but one thing she was positive of was that she had been wrong. So very wrong.

"Oh Steven!" she cried again, this time nearly breaking down into tears. "I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry? Sorry for what doll?" Steven sounded worried, panicked almost, like he wished he could be there to hold and calm her.

Jackie pressed herself closer to the door, wishing it would open and let her see her Steven. "I'm sorry for that fight that we had the other night. For saying that you didn't care about our wedding. You do care, you really do care."

"Hey, I'm marrying my chick. 'Course I care."

"Man, Hyde," Michael's laugh ruined the sweet moment. "You're such a girl, remembering flowers and stuff."

"Kelso? What the hell?" Jackie's tears stopped at the angered tone Steven's words came in. "Jackie, is Kelso in there with you?"

Worried that the bad luck was going to build up again, now that she thought things were getting better, Jackie struggled for words, "I…"

"Yeah, I burned her and Red really good," Michael managed to answer for her. "So good I got me too."

"Red, man, you in there too?" Steven sounded less angry, probably because he knew if Red was in there too he didn't have to worry about Michael too much.

"Unfortunately," Mr. Forman grumbled loud enough so Steven could hear.

"Mrs. Forman," again Steven's voice carried off like he was calling out to a distance. "Found Red, he's in there too."

Moments later they heard Mrs. Forman's relieved voice. "Oh, thank goodness."

"Red, man, we're gonna get you guys out of there." He assured, probably concerned with Red's heart and being trapped in a small room with Michael. "How much longer?"

"Just about got it," an unfamiliar voice, maintenance maybe, replied back.

"Jackie, move away from the door," Steven instructed, and Jackie's heart fluttered, maybe he could feel where she was.

Doing as she was told, Jackie stepped back away from the elevator doors. And did so just in time because mere seconds later the elevator doors slid open revealing the hotel hallway and the three people standing in it. However, there was only one person who Jackie had her eyes on. Steven.

Steven who looked incredibly handsome in his tuxedo. The sight of him filled Jackie with such a feeling of calm, of so much relief and love, that she finally figured out what it was Mr. Forman had been trying to tell her before. This may not have been the wedding of her dreams, but it shouldn't matter because mishaps or not she would still be marrying the man of her dreams. Steven.

"Steven."

Michael came barreling out of the elevator, nearly pushing Jackie out of the way on his route out. "Freedom!" he shouted running off and disappearing down the hallway.

Rolling her eyes, Jackie looked back at Steven finding that his eyes were focused only on her.

"Wow," he said in complete and utter awe. "You look so…"

Jackie didn't let him finish. She couldn't wait any longer. Throwing herself out of the elevator Jackie threw her arms around Steven as her lips crashed into his creating a sensually powerful kiss.

"Red, honey, are you okay?" Kitty asked, hurrying over to Red who had yet to exit the small chamber. She wrapped one arm around his back while her other hand went over his heart as if trying to check its steadiness.

"I'm sure my blood pressures a little higher than it was this morning, but I'm fine," he assured covering her hand with his own and giving it a squeeze.

Kitty shook her head. "Well you know, getting stuck in an elevator is what you get for sneaking off to check a football score instead of helping with the wedding," her chiding didn't last long though, a soft smile breaking onto her lips. "But I'm glad you're safe now."

Red and Kitty were about to step out of the elevator when they caught sight of the bride and her groom wrapped up in each other's arms, engaged in a what looked like a very passionate lip lock.

"Oh, oh dear," Kitty became nervous at the view of a wedding tradition being broken.

"Let 'em. They'll be fine," he assured, waving at the couple before stepping back with his wife into the elevator. "Besides I never got a chance to check that score."

Red reached over to press the buttons on the panel and Kitty pulled away, looking at him like he'd lost his mind.

"Red Forman, what are you thinking? We can't use the same elevator you, Jackie, and Michael just spent three hours in," she couldn't understand how her husband could possibly think this was a good idea. "Maintenance left before they could check it, what if it stops working and the two of us get stuck in here?"

He shrugged not looking very worried. "Then we'll finally get a break from all these dumbasses. And I've got a pretty good idea on how we can pass the time."

Kitty was confused until she recognized the mischievous smirk on her husband's face and she giggled as the elevator doors closed shut.

Finally, as the need to breath became stronger, the bride and groom broke contact with each other's lips but not much else. Jackie kept her arms around his neck while his remained around her slim waist. They stared into one another's eyes, smiles creeping onto their breathless faces.

"Wow," breathed Steven.

Jackie laughed, "I know."

Not even an insane amount of good luck could create a kiss like that.

"Hey, you okay with this?" he asked and when she frowned he went on. "Thought it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride 'fore the wedding and all."

"Oh Steven," Jackie smiled and shook her head. "Don't you know, there's no such thing as bad luck. There's only such a thing as being a dumbass."

It was Steven's turn to frown. "Man, how long were you in there with Red?"

Her smile grew, and she tightened her grip on him. "Long enough to make me realize I can't wait to marry you."

"Ditto, doll, ditto," he said before capturing her lips in another loving kiss.

Kissing her future husband, Jackie realized bad luck, good luck, it really didn't get better than this.

The End

Author's Note: So what did you think? Yay? Nay? A little bit of both? Be sure to let me know what you think!

That's all for this story, but don't worry I've got more fics in the works. Back to work on If You Ever Did Believe and I've got a few summer oneshots in the works, wanna share at least one before the season is over.

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