Title - It's A Fine Life
Chapter Title - Merry Christmas
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Crime/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own Oliver Twist or Oliver! in anyway, shape or form. I entirely own the plot for this fic and my original characters.

A/n - Please leave a review if you read, I'd greatly appreciate

C.10

"Merry Christmas Dodge!" Lyra beamed as a still half asleep Dodger padded through into the main room. When he dropped into the seat beside her she placed a soft kiss on his cheek before returning to her conversation with Eddie on her other side. The feel of her lips on his cheek woke Dodger straight up and Charley choked on his slice of toast at the look on his face. Dodge kicked him under the table and picked up a sausage.
"Are you ever going to tell 'er?" Charley whispered, leaning forward so that nobody else would hear his question. "She's been 'ere for 3 months now."
"I know that. It's just tryin' to find the right time."
"Ain't no time like the present. And on Christmas day an'all."
"Oh, look!" Lyra stood from the table and ran over to the one window in the room. Small white flakes fluttered past the glass and the red head beamed. "Ain't it beautiful, Dodge?" She asked as the tall boy appeared beside her. He nodded with a small smile. "Let's go out." She whispered. "Just you an' me."
"Alright, let me go an' get me 'at." Dodger literally ran into the bedroom to retrieve his trusty hat and jacket. As he returned to the main room he spotted Charley grinning at him. However, Dodger ignored him and lead Lyra outside.

She ran ahead, down the steps, giggling with joy as Dodger chased after her. The London streets were deserted as everybody stayed in the warmth, enjoying the company of their families, opening their presents and eating their turkey. Lyra stopped in the middle of the square where the market usually stood and held her arms up in the air. She twirled around as the snow settled around her and Dodger chuckled to himself.
He moved to stand and front of her and dug a small brown paper bag out of his pocket. "Merry Christmas." He smiled and handed the package to Lyra.
"What is it?"
"Open it an' find out."
Lyra couldn't hide her excitement as she nearly tore the bag open. Inside were a handful of small, round, chocolate balls. "Oh, Dodge, you shouldn't 'ave!"
Dodger shrugged, a small blush appearing on his cheeks that wasn't due to the cold. "You said you wanted chocolate the other day so I nicked some yesterday when you weren't lookin'." When Lyra looked up from the bag, she had tears in her eyes and Dodger panicked. Had he done something wrong?
"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me." She said in a small voice.
"I'd do anythin' for you, y'know I would." Dodger grinned and took two of the chocolate balls from the bag. He placed one in his own mouth and the other in Lyra's before lifting her arm and linking it through his own. There was something about this Christmas cheer that made him want to sing.
"I'd do anythin', for you dear, anythin', for you mean everythin' to me." Lyra's cheeks turned a bright red as the two walked through the snow. "I know that, I'd go anywhere, for your smile, anywhere, for your smile everywhere, I'd see."
"Would you climb a hill?" Lyra sang.
"Anythin'."
"Wear a daffodil?"
"Anythin'."
"Leave me all your will?"
"Anythin'."
"Even fight the 'ole bill?"*
"What fisticuffs?" Lyra chuckled. "I'd risk everythin', for one kiss, everythin', yes I'd do anythin'..."
"Anythin'?"
"Anythin' for you!"
As they passed shop windows, Lyra wrote her name in the fogged up glass. Dodger, who wasn't entirely sure how to spell started with a D but then stopped and looked everywhere but at Lyra. She, however took his hand in hers and made him point his pointer finger. She moved his finger on the glass and helped him spell out D-O-D-G-E-R. Smiling, Dodger committed the spelling to memory as they continued walking.
"I'll do anythin' for you dear anythin' for you mean, everythin' to me." Lyra sung, re-linking her arm through Dodger's. "I know that, I'd go anywhere for your smile, anywhere, for your smile everywhere I'd see."
"Would you lace my shoe?"
"Anythin'."
"Paint your face bright blue?" Dodger was beaming from ear to ear.
"Anythin'."
"Catch a kangaroo?"
"Anythin'." Lyra nodded.
"Go to Timbuktu?"
"And back again! I'd risk everythin' for one kiss everythin', yes I'd do anythin'..."
"Anythin'?" Dodger stopped outside the florists and glanced up at a piece of snow covered mistletoe.
"Anythin' for you." Lyra stood on tip toe as Dodger removed his top hat and pressed his cold lips firmly against hers. When they pulled apart, they were both grinning, stood in each other arms.
"Come on, let's get back before Fagin thinks we've got frostbite and died."
The two walked down the now white streets, making fresh footprints in the snow, the smiles never slipping. Both were in a silent agreement, that this had been the best Christmas ever.

A/n - I put "Even fight the 'ole bill?" meaning the police cause obviously, Nancy says 'my Bill' but Lyra couldn't. Just in case anyone was wondering.