A/N: I have been wanting to do this scenario for a while and (finally) thought of a way that seemed to work. This is partially inspired by my favourite story about my grandparents involving two dresses and a new car - it seemed to work for Paric! :P Anyways, hope you enjoy!

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Accidents Happen

"I still can't believe you let me buy both," Pam said as she gleefully laid out her new dresses on the bed, "but it really was impossible to choose between them."

"You know I can't refuse you anything," Eric teased.

She looked over her shoulder at him with a sly smile, "Is that so?" she purred, raising an eyebrow.

Eric smirked as she sauntered over to him, "I like making you happy."

Pam smiled as she came level with him and lazily wrapped her arms around his neck. "In that case-" she stopped abruptly as she caught sight of something out the window. "What is that thing?" she asked, looking at Eric accusingly.

"What thing?" he asked innocently.

Pam narrowed her eyes.

"Oh! You mean the car," Eric said with just a touch of nervousness as he broke from her grasp, "isn't it a beauty," he continued, moving to the window for a better look.

"Is that why you let me buy both?" Pam demanded, "So you could buy a car? Eric, we talked about this, it's just a fad."

"I beg to differ," Eric replied, "this is the future," he assured her, pointing towards the car.

"You can't even drive," she protested.

"Please, how hard can it be?" Eric scoffed.

Twenty minutes later Pam decided it was those final six words that had sealed their fate.

"Don't say anything," Eric muttered.

"You did better than I expected," Pam offered, ignoring his comment.

"High praise indeed," Eric grumbled.

"No, seriously," she insisted, "I was particularly impressed by the way you avoided hitting that post box by steering us into a lamp post," she added drily.

"Very funny."

Pam bit back a smirk, "You can't see the funny side?" she asked, "All those vampire reflexes and you can't even steer a car," she added, unable to keep from giggling.

"Oh, I suppose you could do better?" Eric retorted.

"Maybe I could. Who mastered steering the coach first?" she countered.

Eric gave a noncommittal grunt, making Pam dissolve into giggles again. In spite of himself, Eric smiled a little at the sound.

"I suppose I was a little over confident," he conceded.

Pam smirked, "Just a little."

"I'll do better next time," he added.

"I'm sure you will," Pam agreed, "but I'll refrain from joining you until lamp posts stop jumping out at you."

"Deal," Eric said with a smile, climbing out of the car. "Milady," he added, offering her his hand with a flourish.

"Thank you, kind sir," she teased, taking his hand and allowing him to help her clamber out. "What should we do about the car?" she asked, looking at the wreck doubtfully.

"Run?" Eric suggested.

Pam looked at him with a devilish grin, moments before he grabbed her hand and the two dashed off into the night.

Needless to say the police never did figure out who owned the car that was found wrapped around a lamp post the next morning.

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A/N: In case you didn't get it, this is vintage Paric ;)