Author: Claddaugh Kitten

"Spike, you've been in there forever. Get out!"

"Not on your life, Slayer."

"Oh, c'mon. It can't possibly be that bad."

"Care to make a wager on that?"

"Shut up and get your ass out here. I've got to get to work, and you're not getting a ride if you don't get out."

"And walk down the bloody street like this?"

"Yep."

"Cruel, Slayer. Very cruel."

"No, I'm late. Get out of the bathroom and let's go."

"Sod off."

"Fine. Bye, Spike. Have fun walking."

Buffy giggled slightly, adjusting her Santa's Helper outfit in the hall mirror. Fetching her keys from her purse, she opened the door, snorting at the falling snow.

"Snow in Sunnydale. I don't believe it." she muttered as she unlocked the car.

Keying the ignition, Buffy was about to throw the car into reverse when she saw a flash come out of the front door.

The car door slammed open and shut, and Buffy looked over at her companion.

And laughed.

Spike was dressed all in green, complete with the standard elf hat and pointed shoes. He glared at her, and she clapped a hand over her mouth, backing out of the drive.

"Cute, Spike. Very convincing."

"Merry soddin' Christmas to you too, Slayer."

Buffy laughed again, listening to Spike jingle as he tried to find his cigarettes, and headed for Santa duty at Sunnydale's mall.

~finis~

Merry Christmas all! Sorry for the terrible fic. I'm still working on my Spike/Buffy stuff.