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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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Sayid

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A year: they've been married for almost a year. He isn't one for superlatives, but he will go so far as to say this has been the best year of his life.

"Paris or Rome?"

Nadia giggles, flirtatious. It's so satisfying to see her so happy. "No."

"Florence?" Insistent, he wants to find a destination that they can both enjoy. He's taken on the role of being the one to plan things in this marriage, and he doesn't mind it at all. It suits him, and Nadia hasn't minded ceding this small bit of control to him. She's still as headstrong and determined and forceful as always, but he's long said that together they make a formidable pair.

She's still lost in the moment, just glad to have this day. "It doesn't matter, as long as we're together!"

"Yes, it does! It's our anniversary, we have to find the perfect place." It's as much wishful thinking on his part as anything, but the settlement left him with money to burn. What better way than to take the woman he loves to a romantic destination?

"Can we settle for finding my sunglasses?" They stop at the street corner and she laughs again; the thing with her sunglasses has been a running joke for them all day. First she misplaced them leaving the house, and then at the coffee shop, and then couldn't find them at the bank when all the while the sunglasses were sitting right on top of her head, and now who knows where they are? One would think it a comedy routine she's planned.

The light changes; she starts across the street but he reaches for her arm as a very pretty woman taps him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir? Could you help me? I'm sorry, I think I'm lost. Are you from Los Angeles?"

Sayid looks her up; he looks her down. That dress, the makeup, the height of her heels: he has no use for this kind of thing. The prostitutes in this town are getting more brazen: he's out with his wife in broad daylight, for heaven's sake. Not the easy target people make him out to be, he shakes his head emphatically.

"Sorry. Blondes aren't my type." Taking Nadia by the arm, they move off down the street to the next corner. "Budapest. I hear it's spectacular at this time of year."

Re: Sayid

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This may be strange, but I can hear the prostitutes in this town are getting more brazen pretty clearly in Sayid's voice.

Sayid and Nadia in happy times makes me happy, and I like that she doesn't get hit by a car at the end. It's almost a fix-it fic, and they are lovely together.