A/N: Man I love this show. I started a story a while ago but it got erased due to my computer crashing… seriously considering getting a MAC , but the one that runs Windows software… :0). Newho, this is my FIRST 70’s show Fic so hope you like it!

Dis: I don’t own That 70’s S how! For entertainment only.

Title: Different Decade, Same Crap

Summary: It’s 1980, but just because it’s a different decade doesn’t mean anything has really changed: the basement is still the place to be and six friends still remain bonded after all this time.

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: PG-16 for now, might go up later.

Pairings: EricDonna, Jackie Hyde (some JackieFez), KelsoBrooke, FezOC

Spoilers: up to season 8

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FORMAN BASEMENT

Jan. 1st, 1980

1:20pm

“Man I’m bored,” said Eric Forman to himself as he idly tapped his fingers against his knee. Sighing he looked around to see Hyde’s usual chair empty as well as the lawn chair to his left. To his right the rest of the couch was empty. “Man where IS everyone?”

Last night had been New Year’s Eve and today marked the first day of a new decade. His mother, Kitty, had been quite excited over it but Eric really didn’t think it was that big of deal. Of course, Kelso had predicted that by the end of this decade everyone would be turned into robots and Hyde had made a point in saying everyone would be chipped by the government. That, of course, had led to his father: Red, again informing ALL of them that if the government wanted to chip their ‘ungrateful asses’ we were to bend over then say ‘thank you’ after. Eric had been confused when Hyde and Fez said that they'd heard the speech before.

Also, his father had a weird obsession when it came to asses.

The sound of footsteps outside his basement door had him perking up: then deflating as Jackie BurkHart came through his door. To this day he still thought she was the devil. Sure she's changed over the years and was less of a spoiled little brat who cared for nothing but money and looks. She DID date Hyde.

"Ugh!" She unbuttoned her long, red wool coat and tossed it over the lawn chair before moving to the other end of the couch. She sat at a slump, crossed her jean covered legs, then crossed her arms over her chest. "Men are MORONS!"

Great... Now he had to deal with Satan.

"What did Fez do?"

"What do you care?" she snapped as she twisted her head to look at him.

"I don't."

Eric then stood up to turn on the television. It looked like something called Dallas was on and so Eric just settled for that before sitting back on the couch. He crossed his ankle at his knee then fixated his eyes on the screen.

"It's just..." Jackie started talking and Eric rolled his eyes before doing his best to focus his attention on her. "Fez is upset over nothing."

"When isn't Fez upset over nothing? Last night he was upset because his candy bar had seven almonds instead of eight."

"It's more important than candy, Eric," said Jackie as if she was talking to a two-year-old. "This is grown up stuff."

"God! Why do you come here? Isn't Donna home?"

"No, she isn't," said Jackie. "I figured you and her would be out together since you just got back and all...And until you get off your lazy ass and get your own place you're going to have to listen to stuff like this!"

Eric huffed out a breath before motioning her to continue. As she spoke of her problem with Fez, he decided that it would be the best time to count how many blue stripes he had on his polo shirt compared to orange.

"It's just... Ok so at New Years Eve you're supposed to kiss the one you are going to be with that year, right?"

"Uh huh..." One orange... two orange... one blue... "Sure."

"Well we were counting down, and the closer we got to zero the more panicked I became," she said.

"Mhm..." Three blue, three orange... "Yeah."

"Well see..." Seeing Eric looking down at his shirt instead of up at her, Jackie raised her hand and slapped it hard on his thigh, making him jump while also giving an unmanly sort of squeak. "Eric! Are you even listening!"

"What? God! Yes! I was!" Jackie lifted a perfectly tweezed brow and he sighed before looking directly at her. Was it too late to go back to Africa? "Continue."

"Ok, so we get to zero and Fez leans over to kiss me and, I don't know why I did it but I... I moved!"

"And..." asked Eric as she didn't continue.

"We're dating! I mean, I love Fez... I think-NO! I do! I should want to kiss him, I want to be with him!"

"Yeah, well, you aren't the only woman to move away from a puckered up Fez."

"Eric! Be serious!"

"I AM being serious!" he yelled, matching her volume.

"God I should've known better than to talk to you! I'm going to Donna's!"

Eric at first was happy, then he started to panic. Girls talked. If Jackie went to Donna, then Donna would turn around and call HIM an insensitive jerk and he'd be denied any sort of lovin' for God only knew how long!

Now THAT he couldn't take!

"Jackie, wait!" He stood, grabbing her by her the arm that was in her jacket. "Let's... Talk."

He sat on the couch and pulled her down a little rougher than necessary.

"So... you really love Fez, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Fez?" asked Eric. "The same Fez you denied over and over...and over... and over again?"

"Yes!"

"Ok..." Eric looked to be thinking it over. "You love him, but you didn't kiss him... so you may love him now but not want a long term thing?"

In all his years of relationship screw-ups he was getting good at figuring things out.

"That isn't the point! I mean I kissed Steven just fine when we were together and I love him!"

Eric caught that and narrowed his eyes in slight suspicion.

"Uh, you mean love-ED... right?"

"That's what I said!"

"No, you said-"

"GOD! Get off my back, Eric! I love Fez and, damn it! We're going to get married and he's going to be a famous hair stylist in Hollywood and do Bette Davis's hair because she really, really needs help. And we're going to be happy!"

"Ok!" he yelled, standing up. "I think I liked being alone a lot better than this!"

Eric stomped his way to the stairs.

"Eric! Don't walk away from me!" Jackie followed him to the bottom of the stairs then gave up as his too-skinny body hustled up the wooden steps. Being alone, Jackie angrily starting pulling her coat on, muttering to herself. "I love Fez. Still love Steven, HAH! I don't love that bastard I... I..."

Jackie paused for a moment, looking down at the ground before finally, slowly pulling her coat back on.

"I'll be happy with Fez... I... Oh God! I still love Steven!" Jackie sat, dazed, on the law chair. "Now Jackie, you've tried this before and it didn't work. Fez treats you right just... Just stick to Fez... Yeah."

Jackie ran to the door, opened it, and slammed it behind her. Not even two seconds after the door closed: Steven Hyde came out of his room, a look of confusion seen through the dark shades of his sunglasses.

"What the hell?"

"Kitty, there are too many delinquents under this roof again," yelled Red as he saw Jackie walk away from the stairs leading to the basement through the sliding glass door.

"Now Red," said Kitty as she buttered up a piece of bread. There were five sandwiches stacked on a plate already that consisted of ham, butter, lettuce, and cheese. With Eric being home and Kelso visiting, Kitty thought it best to make for more than usual. "They're Eric's friends and we love them."

"Whatever." Red then pointed at Kitty over the newspaper he was reading. "I'll love them when they start paying rent for smoking dope in my basement."

"Red Foreman! My Eric doesn't do drugs!" denied Kitty as she lathered on a bit too much butter.

"Yeah," said Red. "And Commies want world peace."

Kitty chose to ignore him as Hyde came up from the basement. Kitty patted him on the back before handing him a plate with one of the sandwiches. He took the plate without looking then sat at the table, putting the green plate onto the surface softly while continuing to stare into space.

"You on dope?" asked Red harshly.

"Huh?" Hyde looked at Red then snapped out of it. "No."

"You look like you are... Let me see your eyes."

"Red! Leave Steven alone," said Kitty, leaning down to give Hyde a large glass of milk. "Something you want to talk to us about, Sweetie?"

"Kitty," protested Red. "Let the kid eat in peace."

Red then looked Steven over. He looked a mess, then when did he not? His black AC/DC shirt looked rumpled and there seemed to be an extra hole in his jeans today.

"Store not open today?"

"Hm? Oh, no. Holiday and all. It'll open tomorrow."

"Anything new going on there?" asked Kitty.

" Not really. I just hired someone the other day."

"Oh Steven I'm so proud of you!" said Kitty as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Yeah, ok... Uh, thanks," he said, patting her arms.

"Kitty! Let the boy breathe!" Red then bit into his sandwich. "You just make sure he's trustworthy."

"She is."

"She?" asked Kitty.

"Lisa," said Hyde, thinking nothing of it as he slowly ate his sandwich, his mind totally on Jackie.

"Lisa," said Kitty, winking at Red behind Hyde's back. "She pretty?"

"Hm?" asked Hyde, and when thinking of the question he shrugged. "She's ok."

"Ok," said Kitty. "Did ya hear that, Red? She's O-K."

"I heard," said Red, unhappy that Kitty was involving herself again.

"You should invite her to dinner so we can meet her!" said Kitty. "I've been meaning to try this new pork chop recipe."

"What's wrong with the old one?" asked Red.

"It's 1980, Red! It's time to change things up a bit!" said Kitty as she cleared away some of the dishes.

"Great," muttered Red who then leaned over toward Hyde. "Lisa, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Kitty seems to think you like her," said Red.

"What? No, man, she's totally not my type. She's like-smart and educated and thinks the government is actually HELPING us. Eugh..."

"Well she sounds like a fine girl," said Red with a smile, that then turned into a frown. "Invite her to dinner. Kitty's been moody lately and seeing her smile is worth an awkward dinner with the girl you just hired."

"Great," said Hyde. "Fine, I'll invite her..."

"Good." Red then got up from his seat. "I'm going to watch some T.V."

Hyde, seeing Eric outside with Donna passing the basketball around due to being unable to dribble it on the icy drive, quickly stood up and went out the sliding glass door.

"Steven, put on a jacket, its cold outside," said a worried Kittie.

"Don't worry Mrs. Forman, I won't be out long," he said bfore closing the door after him.

"Hey," said Hyde as he approached the couple. "Can we, uh... Talk?"

"Um... about what?" asked Eric who was in a puffy navy blue jacket.

"Um." Hyde then sighed. Whatever he told Foreman would eventually end up being told to Donna so he was pretty much killing two birds with one stone. "Jackie."

"Oh great," muttered Eric, tossing the ball to the side as he looked up to the sky.

"What about her?" asked Donna, frowning at Eric before she pulled her now red hair, which contrasted slightly with her orange jacket, over her shoulder.

"I heard what she said," said Hyde, staring at Eric.

"Oh..." Eric put his hands in his pockets, looking at his friend now with slight concern since he knew Hyde had loved her at one point. "Really?"

"It's just... Weird."

"What'd she say?" asked Donna, not liking being out of the loop. "What?"

"That she loves me," said Hyde. "I heard her talking to herself and she basically confirmed it to herself. Which was fun to watch, really."

"What?!" aked Donna and Eric.

"You were there the whole time?" asked Eric.

"Well, I woke up to you two screaming like a bunch of girls." Hyde then leaned against the Toyota that was parked in the driveway. "I just don't know, man. I mean... When I was with Jackie... but so much as happened and..."

"You still love her," concluded Donna, pointing an accusing finger at Hyde. "Oh my God you love her! You really, really, loooooove her!"

"Shut up!" yelled Hyde, embarrassed now more than anything.

"Who does Hyde love?" asked Fez as he came up the driveway in his tight tan pants, white long sleeved shirt, and brown vest holding a bag of candy.

"Uh..."

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TBC