AN: Just something that popped into my head. Takes place between Sally giving Jack the gift basket and her premoniton about Christmas.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Nightmare Before Christmas or any of it's characters, except in figurine form lol.

The Gift

Once Sally saw that Jack had the basket she had prepared for him she quickly turned and fled out to the street, once she had passed the gate she rounded the corner and collapsed against the wall sliding down to the ground.

Jack looked back out the window after looking through the basket that Sally had given him and was surprised to see that she was gone.

"But why would she do that?" he mused.

Shaking his head he turned from the window and walked further into the room. He glanced back at the basket she had so thoughtfully put together for him. Nobody else had ever done something like that for him. Of course he had been given gifts by citizens of Halloween Town before, but none so thoughtful, and none of them had ever taken off before he could thank them. Infact most of them waited around expecting praise and gratitude from him.

He had to go after her.

He made it downstairs and out the door in record time, he could still catch up to her, she couldn't have gone too far. He was in such a rush that he almost missed the figure sitting on the ground outside his gate. He slowed to a stop and approached her.

When Sally made no move to acknowledge his presence he smiled to himself and knelt before her.

"Jack!" she gasped in shock at seeing him before her. "Wh-what are you doing out here?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment and then gave her a soft smile, "Actually Sally I was looking for you."

She looked at him for a moment and would have blushed had she been able to. "Oh," was all she was able to reply.

"Sally I just wanted to thank you for the gifts you gave me before."

The rag doll looked away from his gaze and shook her head. "No, there's no need to thank me. Really, I mean, it was nothing."

He reached out and took hold of one of her small hands in his own larger, bony one. "I beg to differ Sally. After I noticed you'd run off I thought about it, and that was truly the most thoughtful thing that anybody has ever done for me."

"You can't mean that Jack. You're the Pumpkin King after all. It was silly of me, I never should have done it."

He shook his head in exasperation, "Sally are you even listening to me? I meant what I said. So thank you, thank you very much."

She finally looked him in the eyes and was surprised at how sincere he both looked and sounded. She squeezed his hand slightly and smiled when he returned the gesture. "Well then you're very welcome. I'm glad to have made you so happy. You deserve it Jack. You're a good king and a good friend to everyone in town."

He nodded at her and then made to stand, pulling her up with him. "Now, would you like to come inside?"

She shook her head quickly, all the while wishing she could say yes. "I'm sorry, I can't right now Jack. The doctor doesn't know I'm out and I need to get back."

"Then let me walk you."

Once again she declined, " It's fine Jack, you don't need to do that." With that she pulled away and began to walk off.

"Sally wait!"

She turned and looked at him, "Yes Jack?"

He paused then made to move toward her before stopping himself, "Goodnight Sally. I'll see you soon I hope?"

She nodded and looked down at her hands, "I hope so too."

Sally began to walk off again and she heard Jack sigh before the sound of footsteps told he that he was walking away, back to his home.

Once she was sure he was gone she once again leaned against the wall, sliding down it, her knees pulled to her chest. She smiled and picked the dandelion she saw at her feet.

"Goodnight Jack," she whispered.