A/N: N'kay, this was something that I've wanted to write since finishing the Buffy and Angel series and hey, who doesn't like Daddy!Angel and Child!Spike? A few OC's but nothing really earth-shattering. RnR please!

Zephyr smirked darkly, looking down at his handiwork, "Well, well, that was easier than I thought possible."

The tiny vampire huddled at his feet whined loudly and sobbed, Zephyr only chuckled, leaning down and grinning to show his long teeth,

"Oh, what's the matter, Childe? Afraid of Uncle Zephyr? Well, that won't do, why don't we play a game?"

The Childe looked up at the older vampire, blinking his large blue eyes and snuffling, "I . . . I loike games." He whispered in a thick British accent.

"Heh, me too! Let's play Hide and Go Stake!" Zephyr snickered at the look of terror on the Childe's face, "What's the matter? I thought you liked ga-"

"That is quite enough, Zephyr." A deep voice intoned from the other end of the shadowy room, "William, come here."

The boy, William, scrambled to his feet and ran out of the pentagram chalked on the floor and to the figure, clutching at his pantleg. Zephyr rolled his eyes,

"I was only teasing."

"Well, that's comforting." The tall ArchVampyre stepped out of the shadows, glaring his red eyes at the younger vampire, then looking down at William, he reached down and picked him up, "You always were a spoiled Childe, Zephyr."

Zephyr sighed exasperatedly, "Sire, I wasn't going to do anything, honest, I remember the plan."

Cyprus, Zephyr's Sire, looked up from rubbing William's back soothingly, "Then do your part and get out of the way. Angel must learn from his mistakes, now, Will, you are to go with Zephyr, he'll take you to your Sire.

Cyprus set Will down and looked at Zephyr, "And if anything should happen to him on the way, you will be punished, Zephyr."

Will reluctantly went to the tall blonde vampire, Zephyr snorted,

"Don't worry, Sire, we'll have a blast, not literally though, eh Willy?" He reached down and ruffled the boy's bleached blonde hair, grimacing at the way the gel felt on his fingers.

"I want my Daddy." Will snarled, thrusting out his lower lip and crossing his arms.

"Yeah yeah, shut it." Zephyr rolled his eyes again and grabbed Will's jacket.

"Now, you wait right here and your Sire will be along, yeh?" Zephyr instructed, pinning the note to Will's jacket and tugging his hood on, "And don't leave this spot or I'll come back and we'll play again."

Will shuddered, hugging onto the suitcase that Zephyr had left behind, he nodded rapidly and ducked his head. Zephyr laughed and turned, disappearing down an alley.

Angel groaned, "Look, we took care of it, I don't know why you're so put out about the whole thing."

Cordelia glared at him, "That thing wanted to make me its, and I quote, 'Pretty little pole toy'! Why do I get stuck pressing the creeps for information?"

"Because generally they find you more appealing." Wesley rolled his eyes then stopped, "Angel, look."

Angel's eyes followed where Wesley was pointed and stopped his gaze on a huddled figure on the front steps of their building, he quickly walked up to the kid,

"Hey, are you o-"

"Daddy!" The child rocketed off the steps and into Angel's legs, "See? I sat right where he told me and you came back!"

Angel froze when the child turned his face up to him, " . . . Spike?!"

Will/Spike blinked up at Angel, " . . . no, we didn't play that game, but Zephyr said we would if I wasn't good."

"Okay so let me hear the note again." Angel said, looking into his office where Tiny Spike was scribbling on a piece of paper.

Wesley cleared his throat and read it again,

'Dearest Angel,

You're no doubt wondering what is going on and how and why. Let me elaborate on

The answers to your questions, vast as they may be. Firstly, how: this is simple, my

Favored Childe, Zephyr, trapped William and put a spell on him, thus regressing him

Body and mind into his four-year-old self. Secondly, why: this isn't the easiest to

Explain, but I'm hoping your intelligence will help you see what point I'm trying to make,

You've failed, Angel, failed to be the responsible Sire I thought you were, so, I'm giving

You this opportunity to redeem yourself and relearn the meaning of the word, 'parenting'.

Until I feel you've learned your lesson, William, aka Spike, will remain as he is.

Regards,

Cyprus'," Wesley finished reading and blinked, "I'm sorry, who is Cy-"

"Darla's Sire, one of the ArchVampyres." Angel sighed, "His Favored Childe is a vampire named Zephyr who was a powerful magic user before he got long in the tooth, pun intended. What gets me is why Spike since I Sired Druisilla not him."

"Well it would seem that your GrandSire is looking to punish old wrongs?" Wesley tapped his chin with the note, "You have to admit he's doing you a favor, making Spike easier to manage?"

"I don't know, Spike was always an overgrown toddler, I don't like the idea of him actually being one." Angel sighed, glancing at Cordelia, "This will not end well."

"Daddy?" Tiny Spike leaned out the office door, fidgeting his fingers.

Angel closed his eyes and sighed, "What?"

"I'm hungry." Tiny Spike whined, walking up to Angel and tugging on his hand, "I want ta eat!"

"Yeah, way more manageable." Angel muttered, glaring at Wesley.

Will stared down at the mug as it steamed, "It smells funny."

"That's because it's pig's blood. Eat it." Angel leaned against his oven, arms crossed.

Will wrinkled his nose and pouted, "No."

"Spi- William, eat your dinner or go to bed hungry, I really don't care." Angel rolled his eyes and grit his teeth.

Will looked down at the mug and took the straw in his mouth, took the tiniest of possible sips and blanched, "I's gross! I'm not eatin' it!"

Angel just about lost what was left of his patience, "Fine! Then go hungry!" He reached over and took the mug, emptying the contents into the sink.

Will stared at him wide-eyed and then scowled, harrumphing and pouting to the sofa and throwing himself on it. Angel groaned and washed the cup, glaring at the wasted blood then looking back at where he could see Will's feet sticking over the arm of the sofa.

Angel left Will alone while he cleaned up, did some paperwork, and got ready for bed, he looked at Will's feet which hadn't moved a bit,

"Will, it's time for bed, come on." Angel called.

The feet moved and Will sat up, his little bleached blonde head barely visible over the top of the couch, he hopped down and went to the suitcase he had come with, pulling out a pair of feety-pajamas with little yellow stars on a dark blue background printed all over them, they got changed in silence until Angel felt a small hand tugging on his shirt,

"What?"

"I can' get it." Will mumbled, lowering his eyes, "It got stuck . . . "

Angel was about to snap 'what?' when he looked down and saw the zipper still undone on the pajamas, he sighed and knelt down, tugging the zipper up, being careful not to pinch Will's skin at the same time,

"There. Now go to bed."

Will stood waiting expectantly, looking up at Angel with his large blue eyes. Angel blinked, "What is it now?"

"I 'ave to brush my teeth." Will said, rummaging in his bag until he came out with a toothbrush, he held it out for Angel, "Will you 'elp me, Daddy?"

Angel blinked tiredly and looked longingly at his bed, "Can't you do it yourself?"

"Papa Cyprus said you hafta 'elp me." Will insisted, taking a step closer to Angel.

Angel groaned and nodded, "Alright, fine, come on." He took the persistent toothbrush and led the way to the bathroom, picking Will up and setting him on the bathroom counter next to the sink.

Brushing Will's fangs proved an interesting and stressful task, Will first complained about the toothpaste, then he squirmed and wouldn't open his mouth wide enough then he missed the sink and spat out the toothpaste all over the faucet. Needless to say, Angel was more tired, irate, and all around not a happy camper and Will was all wound up.

Angel picked the small vampire up and set him on the couch, "Now, go to sleep!"

Will blinked up at Angel, watching over the back of the sofa while Angel went into his bedroom, "Can' I 'ave a story?"

"No." Angel snapped and flopped onto his bed, closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep.

Will sat on the couch, blinking down at his hands and trying to stay awake and mad at Daddy, but his eyelids drooped and he curled up around a throw-pillow, closing his eyes and drifting off.

Angel woke the next morning to a loud crashing sound in the kitchen, he sat bolt upright and rushed out of his room, only to find Will kneeling on the floor trying to pick up a broken mug. He looked up at Angel with abject fear in his eyes, he stood up rapidly, clutching his hands to his chest,

"I-It was an accident!" Will whined, biting his lip.

Angel sighed, "It's just a mug, okay? Don't get all up-" He stopped when he looked down at the mug, there were spots of blood on the shards, and it didn't smell like pig either. The brunette looked up at Will and at the drops of scarlet dripping down his little arms and soaking his pajamas, "Will, are you hurt?"

Will bit his lip and opened his hands, bits of ceramic were caught in the soft pads of his fingers and palms, little stripes of blood were making channels along the creases of Will's hands, " . . . no."

Angel grimaced, "Okay, let me just get the first aid kit." He picked Will up and set him on the table, "Don't move, alright?"

Will nodded and bit his lip, staring down at the blood on his hands, "I'm sorry, Daddy . . . I was 'ungry."

Angel nodded, pulling the kit out from the bathroom cupboard, "Yep."

"And you were sleepin'."

"Yep."

"And you got mad at me last time . . . "

"Ye-" Angel stopped and closed his eyes, "Not . . . mad okay? Just frustrated."

"Wot's that mean?" Will asked, looking up at Angel while the brunette got out several spools of gauze and medical tape, some tweezers, and ointment.

"It means that when you don't do what Daddy says, he gets upset and doesn't know what to do." Angel mumbled, looking down at Will's hands, "Okay, this'll sting a bi-"

"OW!" Will yelped, bursting into tears and pulling his hand out of Angel's grasp.

"C'mon Will, it'll only hurt for a bi-"

"No!" Will scrambled off the table and ran up the stairs to the office, Angel leaped after him,

"Will, come on! Just let me-"

Cordelia raised an eyebrow at Angel as Will clutched at her pant leg, sobbing his heart out,

"Daddy's tryin' ta hurt me!"

"Okay, this is not how it looks, or sounds or anything else." Angel said slowly.

"Oh yeah? Cuz it looks and sounds like a little boy with bloody hands on my new pair of jeans." Cordelia glared at Angel and knelt down, "Okay, Willy, what happened?"

"I was 'ungry an' I went ta get myself some food an' I broke a cup an' then Daddy hurt my hands!" Will wailed, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

"I was trying to get the shards out of his hands." Angel explained.

"I see, well, Willy, let's take a look, okay?" Cordelia lifted the small boy up and set him on the desk, "Ooh, ouchie! That looks like it hurts! I know, how about, I make it better and maybe see about some ice cream, would you like that?"

Will nodded excitedly, wincing when his hands throbbed, "Yes, please!"

"See? It just takes the right touch, bonehead." Cordelia scowled at Angel and grabbed the kit from her desk, "Okay, Will, now, this'll hurt but if you're a brave boy it'll only be for a teensy little while."

Will bit his lip, shrinking away a bit, "It . . . already hurts."

"Well, maybe your daddy would come over here and hold you?" Cordelia jerked her chin over at Angel.

Angel blinked and moved over to the desk, lifting Will up into his lap and sitting down, Will pushed back into Angel, whining when a sliver of mug was pulled out,

"Owie!" Will bit his lip and turned his head into Angel's chest.

Angel blinked, looking down at Will, one hand slid up, gently stroking Will's head while the other moved around his waist, "Shh, it's . . . it's okay, I've got you."

Will snuffled and squeezed his eyes shut, "I'm sorry, Daddy . . . I'll be good."

"I know, Will, I know, it's alright . . . just a mug." Angel murmured, watching Cordelia wrap Will's hands up in gauze, "See? All better."

Will blinked and then pressed his bandaged hands lightly on Angel's chest, "I . . . missed you Daddy . . . before."

Angel blinked, that had been Adult-Spike's voice . . . not Tiny Spike's. He and Cordelia looked at each other then back at Will, the boy blinked up at Angel and smiled,

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

Angel stared at him, back to Tiny Spike . . . "Nothing, it's alright, why don't you get changed and then Cordy will see about that ice cream?"

The Childe hopped off Angel's lap and scampered down the stairs to the apartment, Cordelia blinked,

"What's it mean?"

"I don't know," Angel shook his head, "Yet."

A/N: I'm getting multi-chap vibes from this, but lemme know what ya think!