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A Day Out in Sunnydale"Oh look! A merry-go-round. I love them! I used to go on them all the time when I was a kid!" Dawn grabbed hold of Spike's hand and started pulling him towards what was in his eyes, a dodgy contraption.
He didn't fancy going on it, it looked unstable, and besides, he wouldn't be caught dead on one of those things. He didn't realise he'd voiced that particular thought until he saw Dawn's pleading look.
At least it wasn't the puppy-dog look, the one so similar to an expression her sister sometimes used. He'd do anything for that look; anything to make it disappear. Hell, he'd kill for it. He'd even…Spike shuddered…go on a merry-go-round for it.
Spike turned his attention back to Dawn, whose eyes were quickly advancing to the puppy stage.
"Oh no please Nibblet, don't do this to me." Spike turned his head away from her eyes and covered his face for good measure.
"Oh come on Spike. Just one teeny-weeny ride. I don't want to go on it all alone like a…like an alone person, and besides, I've only really just found out that you were alive, and you said we could go to this fair together, and it's not together if I'm all by myself." She pulled Spike's hands away from his face and looked into his eyes.
Spike groaned and sank to his knees in defeat.
"I give in. Just one ride though, and no cutsie-pie pony."
A few minutes later, the ride had started and Spike sat upon something that in his opinion shouldn't even be on a merry-go-round. It was even worse than a pony.
What did ponies and chickens have in common anyway, besides both being vegetarians? Spike wasn't completely sure about that anyway. He'd heard stories of cannibal and carnivorous chickens, and he'd completely believed them.
He looked down at his rooster and jumped slightly when he noticed that it was looking at him. Some twit had painted its eyes wrong, and the result was scaring the hell out of him.
He groaned. Damned chicken. Shoulda stuck with the bloody pony.
Halfway through the ride, he was feeling queasy, due to the bloody ride's movements and the stupid bloody chicken giving him the creeps. At this point he now believed the chicken to be possessed. He was sure he'd seen its eyes move slightly. Then again, it might be the queasiness making him see things.
He saw its eyes move again and looked to his right to see if Dawn had noticed anything. But she hadn't. She just sat on her pink pony and smiled at him.
The eyes did it again, and Spike was just about to sink his fangs into its stupid neck when someone near the ride caught his eye. Buffy. And right next to her were all of the Scoobies and Angel's gang.
Spike narrowed his eyes at Xander and Angel who were both bent double. Spike strained to hear them over the fairytale music and thought he heard hysterical laughter coming from the both of them.
The ride finished and Spike gave his demonic chicken one last glance before clambering off and falling in an undignified heap in the middle of a puddle.
He felt a hand grab his own and pull him up, and then he felt his world go dark and closed his eyes as lips touched his own. He breathed in Buffy's scent and carried on kissing her until just before she ran out of oxygen.
Spike looked up and saw that Angel and Xander weren't smiling anymore.
"So." Angel said. "What did she do to get you on the merry-go-round?"
"The Puppy-Dog." Spike answered darkly. Angel, Xander and Giles all shuddered in remembrance of their own puppy-dog experiences from the Summers sisters.
Dawn appeared in front of them with a camera. "Do you think you could kiss Buffy again Spike? I want pictures. Go on, give her a real smooch."
"Smooch? You want a smooch? Well come here then." Spike ran after a screaming Dawn who ended up with slobber on her cheek, her only comment being "eww." Right before she started happily snapping away at Buffy and Spike.
The End