Title: Stakes For Tots (Part 1)

Author: Vampy

E-mail: Vampybaby619@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Due to Willow having unexpected power bursts, Buffy and Spike get a little...childish.

Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just let me know where it's going

Disclaimer: Not mine. Joss', Mutant Enemy's, and UPN's

Author's Note: I was playing around with this idea, so I thought I'd do something with it before I forgot about it, and this is the result. Enjoy.

 

Buffy was just going downstairs to get a snack when she heard the front door open and slam shut just as she started descending the stairs. She started to call out "Dawn" but the exclamation of "BLOODY HELL!" stopped her, Buffy rolled her eyes and continued down the stairs putting her "annoyed slayer" face on. At the bottom of the landing stood her one time enemy turned lover. Buffy watched as Spike beat out the flames that licked his brown blanket, he never did learn that vampire plus sun equals fire. Spike finally looked up, he started at the sight of the Slayer who had unknowingly snuck up on him.

 

"Allo, Luv" he said, putting on his best seductive smile. Buffy's annoyed face wavered, and then she sighed, the look disappearing from her face altogether.

 

"Why don't you ever come around during the nighttime. Y'know when the sun won't fry you" she said.

 

"Worried about my welfare? I'm touched, pet" he said, with a smirk. Buffy flipped him the bird and went to the kitchen, Spike on her heels. He was so close to her that she could feel the brush of his shirt on her back.

 

"Would you stop that!" she almost yelled. Spike backed up, smirking.

 

"Stop what?" he said, innocently. Buffy rolled her eyes, and retrieved some strawberries out of the refrigerator. Spike arched an eyebrow at her choice of snack, Buffy raised an eyebrow right back.

 

"What?" she asked, biting into one juicy berry. Spike was about to reply when Willow walked into the room.

 

"Hey Buffy, Hi Spike" she said, not at all bothered by the vampire's presence. She grabbed a strawberry and sat down on a stool, happily munching away like her friend. Spike stared at the two beautiful women eating strawberries, he found it all very sensual...he was male after all, and did have a tendency to think with his dick. He realized he spaced out when both women were staring at him.

 

"Spike, you're disgusting" he heard in his head, it was Willow.

 

"Hey! I thought you were off the magic" he said, trying to change the subject. Buffy's eyes shot to her friend. Willow looked back at her, eyes reflecting slight shame.

 

"Sorry, power burst." she mumbled. Buffy looked sympathetic.

 

"Poor Will" she said, patting her friend on the back. She shot a glare at Spike.

 

"Look what you did!" she hissed.

 

"Me?! You two are the one's who drove me 'round the bend with your strawberries!" he said loudly.

 

"Can't you control your dick?" she yelled. Willow felt a headache starting...

 

"You like my dick just fine, Slayer!" he yelled back, without thinking. Buffy's eyes widened.

 

"You won't have a dick in a second" said Buffy, grabbing the closest thing to her hand, the same spatula she'd threatened him with a couple days ago. The two blondes struggled against each other, oblivious of the witch with a migraine and the magic crackling around her.

 

"Damn it. Slayer. Give me the sodding spatula!" Spike said, trying to grab the kitchen utensil.

 

"No! You can't have it!" said Buffy, keeping a firm grip on the spatula. Willow stood up...she could take it anymore...

 

"Stop it! You two are acting like 4 year olds!" she yelled, the power that had built up inside her spilled out of her body in a rush and into the two blondes and engulfed them in a red glow. The glow was so bright that it blinded her for a minute. When it cleared, Buffy and Spike were no longer the size they should have been...or age they should have been. In the middle of the kitchen was a 4 year old platinum blonde vampire toddler, in a mini leather duster, jeans, and Doc Martins...struggling against a little blonde girl of the same age,  wearing a little pink sun dress. The two were still fighting over the spatula. Willow couldn't believe what she had done.

 

"S'mine! Gimme!!!!" said the little girl.

 

"No s'not! S'mine!" said the boy. All at once they put the utensil down, the fight forgotten.

 

"Who're you?" asked the little girl, looking at the boy curiously.

 

"Liam," said the boy looking at her in confusion "What's your name, luv?"

 

"My name isn't luv, it's Lizabeth" said the girl. Liam looked at her shyly, then all of a sudden rushed forward and gave her a kiss. Lizabeth punched him, Liam went skidding across the floor...he stood up trying to look tough, then he looked at Lizabeth's digusted and amused face and vamped out. Lizabeth screamed and hid behind Willow. Liam looked proud of himself, until he tripped on his untied shoelaces and fell flat on his face. Lizabeth giggled, Liam got up and sat against one of the kitchen walls and pouted. Willow picked up little Buffy, who was staring at Liam.

 

"I like him" she whispered into Willow's ear. Willow shook her head, she figured that what with the way they fought and all. Now they were toddlers, which was asking for twice the trouble...magic sucked sometimes.

 

"Oh Goddess what am I going to do with you two?"

 

TBC