Author's Note- Hi everyone, this is my first story so I'm super excited to see how this goes. I'll have more chapters up as soon as I can but I'm a highschool student so I do get quite a bit of homework. The story will get less bitsy once I've established the timeline. ALSO, I'm from New Zealand and we occasionally spell words in a different way. For example 'color' and 'colour'. I hope this isn't a problem!

May 26th, 1984

Jackie's eyes lingered on the photo in that gold frame. Every time she walked past, her eyes were drawn to the trusting and beautiful smiles that shone out. They never thought it would be this way. She never thought it would be this way, but the funny thing about fate is that it always catches you by surprise. When Brooke and Kelso had chosen her and Steven as godparents for their daughter, the last thing in their mind would have been the need for them. They deserved to live happy lives, two beautiful parents, with their beautiful Betsy. But that just wasn't what had been in store for them.

The picture was gorgeous. Brooke was stunning in her wedding dress and Kelso's smile reached across his face in a way that Jackie knew it never did when he was with her. Betsy was nestled between them in a pale pink dress, daisy's woven through her hair. The promise of the future in the picture was strong. A real family. Of course, there would be highs and lows but they would be happy. The low that had ended it had come all too fast.

"Jack Jack?" called Betsy from her room. Jackie tore her eyes from the photo and went to find her goddaughter.

September 6th, 1980

"Jackie, honey! Please just listen to me?"

She shook her head. If she opened her mouth to reply she knew she would scream. How many times could she allow this to happen to herself? She was better than this. A real man with Jackie Burkhart did not need another woman as well. First Michael, then Steven and now Fez, the man who she thought she could finally trust to care for her and only her. What had these 9 months meant to him? The nights in their apartment, drinking until the early morning, just talking on their bed and enjoying eachothers company. The time he packed a picnic and they drove from Point Place to the Olbrich gardens. They had laughed and danced around, then settled in a spot underneath a low hanging tree. Soon they were asleep, and they had stayed that way even as the gardens closed. It had been a magical night. They talked of their love for eachother, about weddings and babies and houses. Jackie had finally felt like everything was falling into place.

And now Fez had pushed it to the side, like every other before him.

He sat there, pleading with his chocolate brown eyes. He seemed sincere in all of his "sorry's" and his "it will never happen again's" but she had seen this before. Jackie had been cheated on enough to know that they only meant it after she found out. Up until then it is all fun and games. "Fez," she started, and she saw his shoulders droop, "You know this is where I draw the line. I just can't put myself through it again. You know what this does to me! How could you?" The angry, hot tears that had been waiting began to slide slowly down her cheeks. He reached to brush them away, like he always did when she was upset but she blocked his touch.

"I can't stay with you. You know that."

"I do."

"I'm going to Eric and Donna's." She said, sobbing now. Her cashmere was getting wet but she didn't care. "I'll come and start getting my things tomorrow."

Her beat up Pinto pealed out of parking spot 'S' and she drove away from the man she loved. It felt just as horrible as she had remembered.

September 13th, 1980

A week later, Jackie wasn't as sad as she had thought she would be. Sure, her chest was a little hollow feeling, and whenever she saw the group pictures up in Eric and Donna's house her heart sunk slightly, but Jackie had started feeling fresh and new. Like she needed the do-over that came with a breakup. She sat in the spare room with her stuff piled around her and imagined it all spread around an apartment of her own. Her savings account showed her hard work at the local designer boutique, staying late to do stock takes, showing up early to clean and organize. Fez had always been there to rub her feet when she came home after a long day, but she didn't need that. She didn't need anyone's money or support. Jackie Burkhart was going to be just fine by herself.

She was making dinner with Donna. Chicken Pinciotti. Jackie had a careful watch on the oven door so the uncooked chicken wouldn't kill everyone, like it had nearly done many a time. "So Jackie, what's your next step?" asked Donna as she began to cut broccoli. Jackie had known this question was coming, how long did a newlywed couple really want another person living in the house? Her answer was well prepared. "I found an apartment after work today, about a 20 minute drive from here, on the edge of Point Place!" It was small, one bedroom and one bathroom, but it was nice and as she had stepped through the door it had felt right. The closet had plenty of room for her clothes and the bathroom had places for her makeup and her hot rollers. It was close to her work, close to her friends, close to the Formans. "Jackie that's great! Oh, how are you planning on decorating? Will we need to get the boys onto painting it pink?"

She shook her head. "I want it minimalistic, I think." Donna laughed at this but Jackie was serious, she really was maturing, not just in her taste of wall colours. "I'm not kidding! I've moved on from pink." She followed her best friend's eyes up and down her body, looking at her pink button down blouse and magenta corduroys. She slapped Donna's arm and then tapped her pink manicured fingernails on the formica countertop. Donna went to open the oven door.

"Don't you dare, Pinciotti!" They both laughed and Jackie felt the hollowness in her chest fill up a bit more.

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