This was written by my friend CandyAppleBlack and I. It's painfully cutesy-wootsy and we are deeply ashamed of ourselves.
There is more to come, this contains the first few scenes/chapters.

Enjoy.



Title: The 'Dawn'ing of Christmas
Summary: Dawn invites Spike over for a Christmas party on Christmas eve...needless to say hilarity/violence insues


Scene One:
Begins in Spike's mausoleum which looks dank, as always. Spike is laying on the cement coffin thing, singing his own little Christmas tune

Spike: [singing]
Joy to the world, the slayer's dead
and all the 'Scoobies' died
the chip's out of my head
I killed them in their bed
oh can't you feel the joy [notices Dawn has entered]
Hi little bit... If you heard any of that, it wasn't directed towards you, pet.

Dawn: I know that...and you didn't mean any of it [smiles] you're just lonely. So I came to cheer you up.

Spike: [mutters] Oh...great...

Dawn: I noticed you had no Christmas stuff up so I brought you this [takes out very small Christmas tree, similar in every respect to Charlie Brown's]

Spike: Oh god...what does it just need a little love?

Dawn: [grins] Yes [sets it on the floor, and hunkers to put shiny red Christmas orb on it. Tree falls over.]

Spike [sits up, tilts head]: I think you've killed it, luv.

Dawn: [looks hurt] N-no I didn't [props tree up with stake] See?

Spike: Great, the tree is saved by that which can kill me [Dawn looks hurt again] Oh sorry, pet, it's a lovely little tree, I'm happier already [smiles]

Dawn [looks up, hopeful]: Really?

Spike: Oh, yes I just want to deck the halls.

Dawn: Maybe this'll make you feel better, [stands up from nursing dead tree, gives him gift bag] I made you something.

Spike: [looks confused] Really? I like presents. [takes out red velvet teddy bear, embroidered with the name 'Spike' on its belly] Oh [surprised, smiles genuinely] I like it it's very posh.

Dawn: Really?

Spike: [nuzzles teddy bear] It's lovely. [looks up] I got you something too, Kitten. [reaches into coat pocket, hands her a small box]

Dawn: [opens box, sees wee guardian angel charm, silver, not one of the gold ones because they're tacky] Oh, thank you [hugs him, gleefully]

Spike: Your welcome....um...get off luv. [she's still hugging him] Um...alright [hugs her back, she relinquishes hug] I don't like Christmas much, but I do like you Little Bit.

Dawn: [confused] Why don't you like Christmas?

Spike: A hundred and some odd miserable Christmases will spoil your opinion of the holiday.

Dawn: [painfully chipper] Fine...so lets go then [smiles brightly]

Spike [raises an eyebrow]: Go? Where? I had whole evening planned... lay back, plot your sister's death...I mean...no that's what I mean.

Dawn: [grabs his arm, tugs him up] You can do that over egg nog.

Spike: What am I doing over egg nog [pauses] Wait, where is this egg nog?

Dawn: Well, we're all having a party and I thought since you were all alone...

Spike: I'm alone, not desperate...

Dawn: Well I want you to come...I mean if you're there then I don't have to talk to Xander.

Spike: You're trying to talk to Xander? [laughing]

Dawn: Well I wouldn't have to if you were there.

Spike: Alright, I don't want to put you through any more pain.

Dawn: Yay!

Spike: Yay?

Dawn: Yes, yay [grabs his arm, drags him out into world]