Disclaimer: I don't own That 70s Show or any of their hilarious characters.

Author's Note: So...here's my first attempt at a multi-chaptered That 70s Show fic. The title came to me when I was watching Enter the Dragon... As one decade ends, another begins. And even as an era ends for the group, another begins for them. And here's the start of that next era...

Enter the 80's

I

"Fez?" She'd known this was a bad idea. Well, ok, she'd known that for a few years and then decided, for some reason she couldn't remember right now, that maybe it would be a good idea. But two months later and it was definitely a bad idea. "Are you wearing my heels? And my favourite red dress?" Her favourite red dress? Out of all of the dresses, why would he choose her favourite red dress? It was a small consolation – almost nonexistent – that he hadn't worn her favourite shoes on top. She wasn't even sure if he had or hadn't touched her make-up – well, she'll buy a replacement of all of them, just in case.

"Ah, Jackie," The smile was radiant on his face and she would have reciprocated, if he hadn't been wearing her shoes and her favourite red dress. "You're home. Welcome home my love. You look very goddess-like today."

Ok, so there were some perks when dating a crazy foreigner. Being called a goddess, beautiful, radiant on almost an hourly basis was kind of nice. Kind of very nice and kind of very different from how things had been with Steven, constantly having to interpret his silences and his grunts, his snarky comments and veiled compliments. That was so much effort and wasn't this easier, better?

"Fez, why are you wearing my dress and shoes?" But Fez was wearing her dress and shoes. Her favourite dress, damn it. Why that one of all others?

"I wanted to feel beautiful like you."

That made sense – wanting to feel as beautiful as she was herself. "By wearing my dress?" But wearing her favourite dress wasn't. That was like Donna the Giant trying to fit into her clothes – it boggled the mind and should've been too weird to have ever been contemplated, let alone carried out.

"Fez, I'm breaking up with you." Was that too blunt?

"Jackie...what is this that you're saying?" His lower lip was trembling and his eyes were tearing up and she had to remind herself that he was wearing her favourite red dress to resist the temptation to hug him and tell him she didn't mean it.

"Fez, I've asked you so many times to not wear my make-up or my shoes or my clothes and you just carry on doing it."

"But it's because you're so wonderful, my beautiful goddess," And these were the things that had stopped her from breaking up with him so many times before.

"I know Fez but this isn't normal. Normal boys don't wear girls' clothes and shoes." Although she had seen a few in the city...but Fez didn't have to know about those guys and they weren't really normal anyway.

"But your clothes are so pretty and they fit me so well and don't you think red is my colour?"

No, because red was her colour and there was no way in hell that she'd share her colour with anyone! "NO! Fez..." She whined – it was one of her more effective weapons and she knew how to use it well. "Red is my colour. Red looks rubbish on you. And it's my dress. If you want a dress, buy your own."

From trembling lips to a beaming smile, Fez was altered. "Really? Will you help me choose the best dress, my beautiful one?"

And all Jackie could do was stare open-mouthed at him. What had she gotten into? How had she gotten into this? But...if she played it right, this just might be her get-out-of-jail-free card. "Fez, you want me to help you choose a dress?" He nodded happily in reply. "Ok. Ok, I could do that. But then you have to promise me something – you'll never wear any dress of mine again. Or any of my shoes." She bit her lip indecisively for a second. "And...we're still breaking up Fez. We just don't work together. I'm so cool and you're...so weird. And if you start wearing red, it'll totally clash with my red clothes and I don't date people who clash with me."

"But-but-but..." Fez was looking at her with his pitiful eyes again. He clearly didn't find this option acceptable. But it was Jackie or the dresses and heels that he loved so much. And to be honest, she was more than happy for him to choose the dresses and heels over her.

"Sorry Fez. I just think we're better off as friends." For good measure, she added, "It's not me, it's you. You're just too much into dresses and heels, just like me. And you're too weird. And red really isn't your colour." There. It was said and done with and yeah, she was feeling pretty crappy right now. Hell, she was feeling a little guilty, even. But this was right. She would not date men who wore dresses and heels. Or had ever done so. Or wanted to do so. So yeah, this was the right option. Right?

"Jackie..." He whined and, oh god, there were even tears in his puppy-dog, big, brown eyes with their beautiful, curling dark lashes...

HE USED HER MASCARA. "Fez, I think you should leave now. You know, take a nice, long walk and clear your head a little. And I'll even let you keep my make-up." Since he's used them anyway... "This really is the best option, you know. And we made great friends, didn't we? And let's face it – I was always too good for you." Way too good and anyway, she lost all sympathy when she realised he'd used her mascara, her being the key word in the sentence. "You can leave now," she added as she sat herself down on the couch, graceful as always, and began to shine her nails.

Minutes later, or maybe hours (he wasn't really sure how long he could keep blubbering like a baby), Fez found himself outside Hyde's record shop and he entered without a thought, never noticing the "Closed" sign on the door, either because of the tears or because he was just too damn devastated right now to care.

It didn't matter anyway. The door was open and there was a familiar smelling smoke pervading the shop. He followed the trail and it led him to Hyde and Randy, smoking dope. It was another while before Hyde, blinking at Fez, finally spoke.

"Fez? Hey man. It's really you right? Not some weird ass hallucination I'm having?" Hyde drawled, after finally realising that Fez-in-a-red-dress was not some horrific hallucination that he could eventually blink away. And thank god for the pot because it numbed that certain slight resentment he felt when he was around Fez sometimes (or all the time lately).

"Yes, it's me Hyde."

Stoned as Hyde was, even he managed to notice the tremble in Fez's voice. And after blinking some more, he noticed the make-up smudged all across his face too. What the hell? Was Jackie putting make-up on the dude now? Maybe he was better out of the relationship than he'd known? "What's up?" It seemed the most appropriate question because he did want to know what was up – with the dress, the teary make-up and...hell, he was even wearing heels. Really, what was up with that? And as always, Randy seemed blissfully unaware of it all, smiling emptily at Fez.

"Jackie broke up with me," Fez's voice was little more than a wail.

And that explained the mushy make-up at least. What it didn't explain was the dress and heels. And he was crying like a little girl. Wait, he's taking that back. Jackie's a little girl and she definitely has more balls than this. She's probably kept them from all the men she's destroyed and he's definitely certain that there's a huge smile spreading across his face. It's inappropriate because Fez is devastated and crying and in need of comfort (clearly) but he wouldn't be Hyde if he did offer comfort. And now that he's chuckling out loud, he's fairly certain that his smile is more of a devious smirk because this should be a whole lotta fun. And he's been looking for some fun for a long while.