A/N- -sobs- Here, have some more fluff! I'm sorry... -blows nose- Yes, well, flashbacks save the day.

Sorrowful Wind-Whisperer- Believe me... it's harder for me than just about anyone... because I love him so...

Obsetress- What's odd is that I can now see your review. -shrugs- Well, a cyber-cookie to you, too!

nebulia- Your dad's name is Mark? Awesome. I officially love everyone named Mark. Except my English teacher, who is bald and not that old. Young bald guys named Mark are slightly less cool.

Marion- "aforementioned" is a pretty darn cool word. And middle names are eevil. With two e's. Yes, we'll make that movie... someday in the future...

Mlle Verity le Virago- Wow, that review made me feel so bad for you... And yet it somehow reminds me of my own life... and the Disney channel's evil plot against Boy Meets World which I thought would be thwarted by ABC Family... but then I was wrong... Yeah, long story... Ahem.

RoseMisre- I started to e-mail it, but became aware that your address showed up as "litlegumba" without a destination. And do you need more than the second chapter?

Amber Stag- After much deliberation and inner turmoil a la Jean Valjean. -sniffle- Don't worry, things turn out semi-happy in the end. Anyway, I had to make myself stop before I wrote another story... fourequal and frequal don't exactly roll off the tongue.

"Got you this," Mark smiled, handing Nina the Original Paris Cast CD of Les Misérables.

"Original... Mark, these are expensive! Aren't they about fifty dollars? Honestly, you already bought us the tickets to... where are headed?"

"It's a surprise, which is why I got the CD. Here, turn it up so you can't hear the announcement about our destination," he said, handing her a CD player and headphones.

As she fitted the little speakers into her ears, Nina sighed. "Most people know where they're going on their own honeymoon."

Mark laughed. "Be quiet and listen to the $50 CD."

It had actually cost him $73.50, not including shipping fees, but he was afraid Nina would complain that he'd spent too much. Mark stared out the window as the plane began to roll down the runway.

About an hour later, Nina pulled one of the speakers out of her ear and handed it to Mark. "I love this song," she whispered.

The two listened to "Sous les Etoiles." By the time "Rouge – la flamme de la coleur" began, Mark realized that Nina had fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder. He laid his cheek against her hair and closed his eyes.

He didn't realize he, too, had fallen asleep until something beeping in his ear woke him up. The CD player had been set to 'repeat all' and had run out of batteries.

Mark glanced out the window, smiled, and woke Nina. "Look."

She blinked a few times and gazed at the view. At first nothing but clouds could be seen, but they thinned as the plane dipped lower. Buildings began to take shape, and Nina noticed something tall and thin in the distance. At last she recognized the shape – the Eiffel Tower.

"Mark!" she gasped. "We're in... Paris?"

He nodded. "Where else would we be headed?"

Nina laughed and hugged him.

"Yeah, this is great and all, but between these plane tickets, the CD, and the stuff I've paid for here, we'll be living off of bread and water for the next few months."

"No, I sold my apartment."

"You what? When?"

"Not too long ago. I boxed up everything before we went to Philadelphia, and some of the cast should be moving it to your apartment about now."

"Okay... so we won't have to decide whose place we move into."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Of course not," Mark said, kissing her cheek.

Upon leaving the airport, Mark and Nina went straight toward the Luxembourg Gardens, then Pont Neuf, the mall built over the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and le Tour Montparnasse. As it began to get dark, Nina noticed Mark repeatedly checking his watch.

"Do we have somewhere to be?"

"We most certainly do," he said vaguely.

"And where is that?"

"I'll show you," Mark said after glancing at his watch again, "but close your eyes first."

Nina complied, and Mark led her around for a few minutes. She imagined that they must look odd – a tourist girl from America wandering the streets of Paris with her eyes closed, being led by her husband.

They stopped at last, and she heard Mark say, "J'ai nos billets... la."

"Merci, monsieur. Entrez," answered a stranger's voice.

Nina sensed that they were inside. Mark took her somewhere and then told her to sit in what felt like a theater chair.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Nope. Keep 'em closed till you hear it start," Mark answered from the seat beside her.

"We're in some kind of theater... and there's a lot of people sitting behind up."

"Right..."

"And-" she was cut off when the opening notes of Les Misérables crashed through the theater. Nina's eyes flew open. They were in the front row. "Oh, Mark! No wonder you're broke!"

He smiled and pressed her hand to his lips.

Nina leaned over and kissed him, ignoring the armrest that was boring a hole in her side. "I don't deserve you."

"Chut!" someone behind them hissed.

Nina rolled her eyes and turned back to the stage in time to see the convicts march in.

"Pitié, pitié, c'est ta vie que tu traînes. Pitié, pitié, au boulet de ta chaîne..."

A/N- Sorry if any of that French grammar-ness was screwed up.