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HemisphericalDawn looked up, she heard the high-pitched squeaks of the flying foxes as they flew overhead. "Not to be rude, Spike, but what are we doing here?" They were walking through Melbourne's Royal Botanical Gardens, which seemed an odd place for an evening stroll.

Dawn saw the corner of Spike's mouth quirk in amusement. He had a surprise and he was enjoying keeping her in the dark. He'd been torturing her all day, refusing to give her any clues about where they were going.

"What would we normally be doing on Christmas Eve if we weren't swanning about on the other side of the planet?"

It certainly wouldn't be taking an evening stroll on a balmy Summer's evening. It was more likely that they'd be tucked up on the couch under a blanket watching one of the usual movies of the season; Miracle on 34th Street if she had her way, Blackadder's Christmas Carol if Spike had any say in the matter. After much good-natured bantering and threats of blackmail, it was likely that both their choices would be watched.

"Well, we wouldn't be getting held up by weird native wildlife." As they'd entered the parks, a large brush-tailed possum had scampered out onto the path in front of them. Dawn had thought it adorable, until the marsupial had stood on its hind legs and demanded they part with food.

The little monster had even tried to block them from getting past. Dawn was just happy it was alone and didn't work in team. If that was the case, she thought they might have been tied up in the bushes, with serious notes sent off to their loved ones threatening payment in bread products or body parts would start turning up in the mail.

"You remember saying that you'd always wanted to see a movie at the drive-in?"

Dawn stopped and stared at Spike. "Yes..." she strung the word out. "But we're in a garden and on foot."

Spike took Dawn's hand, not saying a word as they walked into a great area of open lawn filled with people. Dawn didn't understand why they were all there until she noticed the screen.

"Cinema under the stars, love." He grinned at her look of amazement. The one good thing about being stuck in his hotel room had been finding out about the event from the local paper. He'd also learned way too much about local sports and politics for his liking, but seeing Dawn's face light up was worth it.

As they settled it for the movie Spike opened his backpack. "I brought a little taste of home." He handed her a thermos full of hot chocolate, a bag full of marshmallows and the world's ugliest snow globe. If you shook it the right way a kangaroo skied down the Sydney Opera House and collided with Uluru. It appeared to have been designed by somebody with no sense of geography, perspective, scale or taste and the background foliage appeared to indicate a broccoli fetish. Dawn was delighted.

"So, what's playing?" She shook the snow globe again, making the kangaroo ski backwards.

"Couldn't find a screen of It's a Wonderful Life on short notice, but it is a Christmas classic."

The opening credits started to roll and Dawn chuckled. It was Spike's other favourite Christmas movie; The Life of Brian. Christmas in the Southern hemisphere definitely had its charms.


leni_ba's Xmas Project for bashipforever — dawn/spike, christmas some place warm, snow, it's a wonderful life, spike drinking hot chocolate
Part of the Melbourne!verse
Tags: dawn summers, fan fiction, fiction, melbourne, spike
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