Dawn yawned as she walked down the stairs, still half-asleep. It was a Saturday, so no school. "Hooray!", right? Not really. Buffy was away with Giles for a week doing slayery things, and everybody else seemed to be permanently busy. The only person she'd actually had social contact with over the past few days had been Spike, and even that was only because he'd been put on babysitting duty. Technically, he wasn't even capable of babysitting. He had injured his leg pretty badly just before Buffy had gone away, and she'd suggested him staying at their house - party so he would recuperate better, and partly because it meant Dawn wasn't being left completely on her own.

"''mornin', sunshine." Spike greeted from his position on the couch, stretching his arms above his head and making his chest muscles ripple.

"Are you trying to turn me on?" Dawn questioned, folding her arms and glaring down at the peroxide-blonde vampire.

A look of shock crossed his face and his head shook quickly, side-to-side, more times than she could count. "No! I wasn't trying to turn you on, 'bit. Don't be stupid."

She giggled, uncrossing her arms. "I know. Just playing with you. You was really worried though!"

"You're crazy." Spike concluded, shifting his arms back down to rest at his sides. "Got any plans for today?"

She shrugged and plopped down onto an armchair adjacent to the couch. "Do you have any plans?"

"My options are limited." He stated. "'sides, my leg still isn't agreeing with me."

Dawn peered over at his injured leg - held in an extended position by a relatively decent splint. His tight black jeans had been slit all the way up the side. Really pissed off at the time, but glad he still had clothes to wear now. "Oh, yeah." She grimaced, remembering the way it'd snapped through the skin somewhere inbetween his knee and ankle. "Maybe we could do something?"

He smiled and nodded. "Maybe we could, 'bit. What do you have in mind?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, pulling her legs up and underneath her. "We could watch a movie?"

"I've seen all the decent films in this place more than once, and I ain't watching any of your 'chick flicks'." Spike said decisively, closing his eyes. "Any other ideas?"

The youngest Summers' sister didn't saying anything, she just bit her lip as though thinking. After a few moments she shrugged. "That was my only idea."

Spike smiled. His wide, teeth-bearing, genuine smile. "We'll find something to do, I'm sure." He assured her. "Actually, could you do me a favour?"

Dawn jumped to her feet automatically and nodded. "Uh-huh! Dawn Summers, at your command!" She even saluted, just for effect.

"Fancy painting my nails for me?" that statement sounded as though it should be completely out of character for Spike, but strangely enough, it was the type of thing you'd expect from him. If he started asking for a full-blown manicure, that may start bordering on strange.

"Sure!" She exclaimed, smiling brightly and nodding in agreement. "If I do yours, will you do mine?"

"It's a deal."

"What colour do you want? I have some nice colours upstairs that I -"

Spike cut her off mid-sentence. "I'll stick with black. Matches my outfit."

Dawn shrugged halfheartedly. "Okay, but I don't have any black. Buffy does though."

"Rifle through her stuff much, niblet?" He'd seen her wearing her sister's clothes on many occassions, so taking a peek through her make-up drawer seemed like nothing.

"Yes, well..." she chuckled nervously, "She lets me. Sometimes."

The vampire raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, can you not tell her?" Dawn suggested.

"She'll kill you, right?"

"She'll kill me, raise me from the dead and kill me again." The brunette confirmed with a nod. "You wouldn't want that, right?"

"I'll see if you do a good enough job on my digits." Spike decided with a smile. "Polish is in my coat pocket."