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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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Jack

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Are you sure I'm the one who doesn't believe in you, Jack? His father's words echo angrily in the dull headache of his thoughts. There's never been anything but rivalry between them, nothing at all but rivalry and if he could have it any other way he would. Any other way at all would be preferable to trying his damnedest to prove himself over and over and over again, only to be shot down at every turn. He's sick of it. He's sick to death of it, and to top it all off, his last bit of change has just gotten stuck in the damn machine. Doesn't that figure?

Distraught -- for the first time, he thinks he knows exactly why his father drinks so much -- and momentarily left feeling entirely helpless, he doesn't even notice the woman approaching until she's literally right on him. Her hands wrap around his neck, her body not an inch from his. She speaks into his mouth like she could siphon the breath right from his body, she's that close, and her perfume has to be the single headiest thing he's ever smelled.

Did he die and go to heaven? The way he responds to her touch is practically automatic. Life hasn't been going his way lately and he could really use this distraction; his arms wrap around her waist, one hand moving up her back, the other moving down it, and when she leans in just that much more closely to kiss him he kisses her back, no holds barred. It's sweet and wonderful and heavenly and the words just what the doctor ordered make him laugh silently. The only reason he breaks contact at all is to come up for air.

"You don't want the Apollo bar," she breathes in a voice like vintage port over crushed velvet. "Trust me."

He knows he doesn't want it, not any more, but the side of him that's more science than faith forces a step back. She's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen: tall and lanky, model-thin, perfect blue eyes, a mouth like a rose. This is so very right, but it's also so very wrong and he has to pull away from her. He has to do it. He has to ask.

"Excuse me. Do I know you?"

Re: Jack

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Six certainly would've been more... efficient in her effectiveness with Jack than Jacob ever could've been.

And what great insert-this-story-into-canon foreshadowing with the line about him thinking that for the first time he understands why his father drinks so much. His attraction to her is perfectly palpable.

(Coupled with your icon, I have to giggle.)