Title: The Christmas Chaos

Chapter: 2

RATING: T

Author(s): Jo Soulliere & Graphospasm

Webpage: N/A

Content/Pairing: Not sure of the pairings, if any as of yet, other than that of Willow/Tara ...

Disclaimer: We own none of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Characters or places. Most likely, We don't own anything else in this story either... only the creativity to come up with a new story... All the Buffy stuff belongs to Joss Whedon. Give him the Credit.

Author's Note: Heh round 2... Read.. Review... Enjoy. :)

Newest Chapter(s) Added: 1 & 2

Chapter(s) Last Added: Jan. 11, '06

"Willow!" Buffy yelled up the steps. "Are you coming or do I have to slay alone on Christmas Eve?"

Buffy heard Willow grunt in aggravation and smiled to herself.

Tara's soft laughter floated down the stairs. "We'll be down in five, Buffy."

"You know, historically," Xander whined, "being chopped meat hasn't turned out well for the meat."

"Awhh Xander, I know I can always count on you." Buffy grinned. "Where else would you be on a Friday night?"

"Hey, hey, Lady. I'll have none of that belittling my love life or I'll go home and celebrate the birth of Jesus with the two people on earth who've no idea that they even birthed me. We'll have vodka and yelling—it's very festive."

"Sounds like a veritable Christmas jubilee. A lot like we're gonna be having around casa Summers this year."

"You still mopin about Dawnie spending Christmas with your dad?" Willow groused from the top of the stairs. "It's all I've heard today, the whine whine whine of the neglected youth."

"You know, Buff, I'm sure it's not too late to make the red-eye to Italia." Xander smirked.

Buffy scoffed. "As if I need that old baggy loser to show me a good Christmas. Besides, I'd rather spend the holiday slaying than with dad. And I have you guys. You're going to spend Christmas with me … right?"

"Well, besides the fact that none of us are Christian, I'd say we're all pretty willing to spread some holiday cheer." Tara mumbled.

Buffy turned to glance at the Wiccas coming down the staircase. "Spread?" she asked.

Willow smiled and grinned so wide that Buffy started counting teeth. Both she and Tara were loaded down with presents of all shapes and sizes.

"And just where are you planning on spreading all those gifties?"

"Well there's some for you and Xander, and the whiskey is for Xander's mom, and then there's Giles' gift that we need to zap over to England, and this one is getting zapped too—it's for Dawnie. This is for Willie cuz he's had a really hard year you know, what with you destroying his bar. Then of course there's Clem and Angel and Cordy and Fred and Wesley…and er... Spike."

"Spike!" Buffy and Xander shouted at the same time.

"Yeah?" Willow said sheepishly.

"You're going to give that evil bastard a Christmas present?" Buffy hissed.

"Well yeah, Christmas is all about the pleasure of giving Buffy. Spike has helped us out a lot this year and I say he gets a present."

Buffy sighed; Willow's face was dangerously close to resolve. "Fine, fine, I guess he did keep me from getting Barakabara slime in my hair the other night."

Willow smiled and nodded, then turned her glare on Xander.

"Er… I hate him." Xander said, in a voice that was totally supposed to sound defiant.

The glare intensified.

"Ok, FINE," he said maniacally, waving his arms around. "I bought him something too."

Tara giggled softly and Buffy turned wide frightened eyes on her best guy friend.

"You…you…bought him a …" she gasped, "present?"

Xander shrugged. "He saved Anya from that weird poisonous snot demon."

"But you're not even with Anya now! She's all … I'm tired of you and I'm leaving!"

"Doesn't mean I'm not still grateful." Xander stuck out his chin.

"Xander…" Willow warned.

He sighed. "Ok, look, there was this clown thing… and he killed it, and he didn't tell anybody. But now I've told you, and now Christmas is awful," he pouted.

"Awhh, Xanderpants, we all know you're afraid of clowns still."

Xander pouted.

Buffy giggled. She tried to hold it back but there was no use. Spurts of giggle leaked out around the hand pressed to her mouth, and she gave up trying to hold it back and giggled for all it was worth.

"I don't see how it's so funny, Buff." Xander bitched.

"Xander you're afraid of clowns but SPIKE! William the freakin Bloody, doesn't bother you?"

"Yeah well, it'll be the death of us all, but I've gotten used to having him around. He's useful and not boring and male for a change from all this femality around here. Anyway don't look at me like that, he lurrrrves you. What did you get him Buuuffffyy?"

Buffy's laughter cut off with a gasp. "Oh my God, I totally didn't get him anything. What am I gonna get now?"

Willow laughed to herself. It was all as she planned. She knew that getting Buffy caught up in proper gift giving etiquette would distract her from all her fake reasons for not including Spike.