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Keep a poor girl from smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo getting bored?

First eight people who comment with a prompt, I'll write you a ficlet. You know my interests and fandoms, so have at it.

Edited to add: YOU PEOPLE HAVE LOST ON THE BRAIN! Don't let the number of comments fool you. I have room for more.

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"No, dude, those are, like, the old rules. If I'm gonna be the new Jacob, I get to make my own rules. It's my island now." The only thing he wa really sworn to do was protect the light and now that he was... like... Jack, who was... like... Jacob, he knew how to do that. It was just a question of what to do if people showed up, and if they got to come and go (he couldn't see why not) and if him and Ben got to come and go. Little details like that.

"All right, Hugo, you're right." Ben sat on a rock by the shore whittling a bamboo stalk into a fine point. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with it, but that's the way it always was when the rules changed along with het balance of power. He'd always thought the way he took care of the island was pretty good, but he'd been through a few things and come to a few realizations. Maybe it was time to sit back and help instead of stepping up and trying to take over. Time had certainly proved that his way hadn't been very successful.

Standing at the water's edge, arms spread out like he was gathering in all that was good in the whole ocean, Hugo spoke to no one and everyone. "Dude." He paused, and whether that was for emphasis or because he was trying to decide what to say next, Ben didn't know. "I'm not, like, the smartest guy in the world, you know? I thought I was crazy for the longest time. I broke a deck and kind of killed people stepping out on it. I learned the numbers from this even crazier guy, Leonard, at Santa Rosa and winning the lottery never got me anything but trouble. So I figure... let's make things simple here. First of all, no more keeping secrets." Now he turned back to Ben, the sudden realization that Ben was like... his Commander Riker now, his Number One, his Chewbacca, his...

"Dude. You're kind of my Richard."

"Does that mean I get to wear mascara and run errands off the island for you?" Once sarcasm had become a way of life, it was a difficult habit to break. The corners of Ben's mouth twitched slightly, curved into a smile, and finally became a full-fledged laugh.

Hugo laughed too. "If you can, like, find mascara, you can wear it. Come on." Moving back inland, he rested an arm around Ben's shoulder. "First thing we ought to do is like... round up the food we have, and this time I'm gonna do is put you in charge of that." He knew that over time he'd actually learn to spear-fish, to gut a good meal, to hunt boar. All those things he'd left to other people were like his responsibility now, but it was going to be good. Jack was right: it was supposed to be him. "And thanks for helping me get Desmond back home."

Slowly, Ben nodded. "It was my pleasure," he said, and he meant it.

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The Commander Riker might have been my favorite moment, except for this:

arms spread out like he was gathering in all that was good in the whole ocean

Yes. Yes. That's my Hugo. *hugs him so much*

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*beams* Thank you for the prompt! That was fun to write.