Title: A Scooby Thanksgiving (1/1)

Author: QueenC

Feedback: Gimme, gimme, gimme! [email protected]

Rating: PG, maybe

Pairing: Dawn/Connor, Xander/Anya, and Angel/Cordelia

Disclaimer: If I were Joss, I wouldn’t have to make a disclaimer.

Distribution: Anywhere I send it, anyone else wants it let me know.

Summary: Just a typical Thanksgiving for the Scooby Gang.

Spoilers: Anything and everything just to be safe.

Author’s Notes: Just a small ficlet I wrote while visiting the family. Takes place sometime after Season Seven of BtVS and Season Four of AtS. As always, Angel is Spike’s sire. Words in *’s are emphasized and words in < >’s are actions. (this is a pure dialogue fic, which I’ve never done before, so please give me lots and lots of feedback!!)

Dedication: To my daddy, for the idea, and to Jim, just because I love him so much. *g*

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Sunnydale

“Deck the halls with boughs of holly. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!”

“That’s Christmas, Bit.”

< sigh > “Fine. How’s this? Should old acquaintance be forgot…”

“No. That’s a New Year’s Song. Perhaps you should try again. Wait. On second

thought, why don’t you just give up and give me my money?’

“No way! I am *so* not giving up! Just give me minute!”

“A minute? You’ve been trying for at least an hour! Xander, don’t you agree!

Shouldn’t Dawn just admit that she was wrong?”

“Huh? Um, Ayn, I really don’t…Ok, fine! You’re right! Now, give me back my turkey!”

“Wait! I have one! Little bunny Fu-fu, hopping through the forest,”

“Augh! Xander, make her stop!”

“Ayn, she *has* stopped! See, no more singing. Now, turkey. In your hand. Should be in my mouth. Seeing the problem here?”

“No! Not the *words*! Look at her hand! She’s making two ears and bouncing it around! It’s highly disturbing!”

“Dawn, stop. Ayn, the turkey!”

“Oh, *fine*!” < smack > “Here’s your damn piece of rotting flesh! Enjoy!”

“Um, on second thought…hey Fangless? Want some turkey?”

“Sod off, Harris. I’m watching the telly.”

“Wait! I’ve *got* it! Put on you yarmulke…”

“Dawn, that’s song about Chanukah.”

“Huh? Are you sure?”

“Yes. Raised Jewish, remember?”

“Wills is right. It’s sung by Adam Sandler.”

“Xander, do try to refrain from speaking with food in your mouth. It tends to cover my glasses.”

“Sorry G-Man.”

“And stop calling me that!”

“Ugh! Ok, let’s see. No Deck the Halls, no Auld Lang Sine, no Little bu…er…Fu-fu, and no yarmulke. Hmm…”

“I still say you just admit defeat and give me the twenty dollars. I’ve been around for centuries and I am telling you that there is *no* Thanksgiving song that doesn’t involve religion.”

“I just find that so hard to believe! I mean, what about people to who aren’t religious, like vampires and demons? Don’t they deserve a song to sing?”

“Vampires don’t tend to sing, pet. Not good for the image.”

“Spike’s right, Dawn. I’ve been Slaying for over seven years and I don’t ever think I’ve seen a singing vampire. Well, if you don’t count the musical, that is…”

“Thought we agreed never to bring that up again, Slayer.”

“Oh, but Spike! You looked so *cute* dancing and stuff!”

“Hey! Person eating here! No calling Spike cute!”

“Oh, please Xander. Like an upset stomach is going to stop you from eating. Right. Anyway. Dawn, I can’t believe I’m going to say this but…Anya’s probably right.”

“Hey! I am sitting right here, you know!”

“Sorry.”

“That’s quite all right. Please continue telling Dawn how much older and wiser I am. Only, leave out the older part.”

“Buffy, save it. I know that you all think that there is no song for Thanksgiving. But, I’m going to prove you wrong, ok? Besides, I don’t *care* what you all think. The important thing is that Connor believes in me. Isn’t that right, Connor?”

“Huh? I do? Ow! What?” < gulp > “Um…hey, dad! You’re here! Thank God!”

“Umph. Connor, not so tight. I may not need to breathe but I *do* still have ribs. And, since when did you start hugging?”

“Smph mph frmph Damph.”

“What?”

“Jeez, Angel! What, you’re vampire hearing shot? He’s muttering ‘Save me from Dawn’. Now, please get out of the way so I can put down this pie.”

“You brought pie? But, I told you not to! I made pie!”

“Sorry Buffy, but Xander called and said to bring pie. Now, where should I put it?”

“Hey Cordelia! Glad to know you found some subtly and tact in LA! Why don’t you just hand me that. I’ll eat it for my last meal, ok?”

“Whatever. Here. I’m going to get something to drink.”

“You never ask me to make you pie. Why would you ask your ex-girlfriend and not your current girlfriend? That seems highly inappropriate.”

“Ok, that’s it. I give up! Anya, you’re right. There are *no* songs about Thanksgiving! I’ll go get my money.”

“Thank you, Dawn. I’m glad you finally succumbed to reason.”

“What’s that? There’s a song about Thanksgiving. It’s call the Thanksgiving Song, and it’s sung by Adam Sandler.”

“Um, Deadboy, I think you’re thinking of the Chanukah song…”

“No, Xander, I’m not. It’s a song about eating turkey. I could sing it, if you want.”

“NO!!!!!!!!”

“Ok! You know, I *am* a vampire, which means I have sensitive hearing. You don’t *all* have to yell at once!”

"Spike, I thought you said it was bad for a vampire's image to sing?"

"I did, Niblet."

"But, Angel just offered to sing."

"First off, pet, I said sing, not shriek. Second, since when is the Poof worried about his image?"

"Shut up, Spike."

"Sod off, Peaches."

"Is this what you meant by family bonding at Thanksgiving? Because, right now, Quor-toth is looking pretty good."

"Connor, this is nothing. Wait until Christmas!"

The End.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!