AN: Just a short, fun little thing I came up with, somewhat inspired by the Angel Yearbook. Premise is that Connor (from Poster Girl) has a big problem on his hands and decides to get some help and ends up receiving it from other universes. Read, enjoy and review.

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"Oh, this is a nightmare," Connor moaned, "This isn't happening to me."

He peeked out from behind his hands, hoping that it really was a nightmare, but all it did was confirm for him that what was happening before him was actually real. Even pinching his own arm made the confirmation more concrete and he mentally groaned. There was no way he was even prepared for something like this, but now he had no choice. This situation needed urgent attention of the highest importance and he was the only one around who could do anything about it. He hoped. Even the horrors of Quor-toth couldn't compare to what he was facing right now.

"Will you be my Valentine?" a five-year-old Angel asked shyly, holding up a rose.

Five-year-old Cordelia Chase-Angel gave the young vampire a beaming, 100-megawatt smile and accepted the rose, which caused Angel to smile even more shyly. He could have been sporting an immense blush, except that he was still a vampire and it wouldn't show unless he had fed recently.

"Hey, you big meanie, stop it!" five-year-old Spike shouted, "Stupid git!"

Five-year-old Charles Gunn chuckled as he mashed the buttons on his controller, kicking the blonde vampire's butt in their video game (since when did Connor's parents have a gaming console?), while five-year-old Buffy Summers was reclined on the couch behind the two boys, a bored expression on her face. Five-year-olds Wesley and Fred were sitting in the middle of the lobby, hunched over a giant book together (how on earth did Wesley drag that one out of the office?), a five-year-old version of Faith was trying to get into the weapons cabinet (Connor wondered how long that lock was going to last) and there was even a miniature version of Betta George. Connor was concerned about the magic that a young Willow was doing, while the five-year-old Xander was running around, pretending to be a pirate, eye patch and all.

"How the hell did this happen to me?"

He had woken up that morning on what seemed like a normal day for him, only to come downstairs and find that not only were his parents now children, but so were the rest of the team and even the Scooby Gang, although Dawn and Ashleigh were nowhere in sight. Now, if Connor could find some way to maintain them all, he could start trying to figure out how he was going to reverse whatever had caused this mess.

"Excuse me," Xander said, "I'm thirsty. You have any soda?"

This was quickly followed by three events, all in swift succession. First, there was a loud bang and a blackened Willow burst into tears. Then, came the crash of the weapons cabinet toppling over and a gleeful Faith attempted to pick up a sword that was way too big for her. And finally, Spike put his foot through the TV, angered over his constant losing to the young vampire hunter.

"Spike, why did you do that for?" Angel cried, "I wanted to watch Smile Time!"

"Don't be such a baby," Spike retorted, "We'll just get another TB."

"How are you going to do that?" Cordelia asked, hands on her hips and adopting a very assertive stance, "You would be as poor as I am rich."

"You can buy it then, bossy boots."

Spike was then crash tackled by Angel and the pair began fighting (more like wrestling), as Connor felt a headache coming on, while Gunn was trying to make a bet on the pair with Buffy (she reluctantly agreed and naturally went with Spike). Seizing hold of his father and uncle, Connor tore them apart, struggling against their attempts to continue their fight, but he was still able to toss Spike into the basement and Angel into his office. Gunn pouted at the loss of his entertainment, while Buffy and Xander were both trying to comfort a crying Willow. Picking her up next, Connor went upstairs to one of the bathrooms, putting her in the shower to wash the soot off her and his next mission was to prevent Faith from hurting anyone. Stealing the sword off her, he ignored her protests and picked her up, but as it turns out, Faith still had her Slayer strength. Connor groaned, his groin throbbing in agony from where Faith had kicked him and the child Slayer laughed at his predicament.

"Why me?" Connor wondered, "Why does this happen to me?"

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Night had fallen and the children (former adults) were finally asleep. After literally arm-wrestling Faith into the corner for timeout, Connor had retrieved all the weapons and locked them in the cage downstairs. Unfortunately, that had allowed Spike to escape the basement, break down the office door and continue his wrestling match with Angel. While Connor was busy trying to keep them separated, his (five-year-old) mother had found her make-up and proceeded to use it. Cursing the PTB, Connor took Cordelia upstairs (against her demands) to wash it off, only to find that the bathroom was now flooded, due to Willow joining in on Xander's game of pirates. This was followed by Wesley and Fred accidentally summoning a demon that Connor had to take outside to kill and afterwards, he tossed all the books into the weapons cage.

Stressed and worn out (is this how his mother felt with the two of them?), Connor decided to try and make some kind of dinner, using one of his father's cookbooks and upon discovering Spike's alcohol stash (after confiscating it off Gunn), Connor emptied most of them into the soup he was preparing. While the food did knock out the humans almost instantly (Cordelia wasn't far behind them, despite being half-demon), the food seemed to make the Slayers and vampires worse. Buffy and Faith had somehow managed to get onto the chandelier, while Spike and Angel were playing tag while wearing nothing more than boxers on their heads. So while Connor was struggling to get Buffy and Faith down, Spike had ran into a wall and Angel accidentally fell upon a stash of holy water, burning his sensitive skin (how he found it, Connor would never know). But finally, without further harm, the last four children were retrieved and had fallen asleep, allowing Connor to finally go on patrol.

He was hoping that he would be able to find something that could explain this sudden mess he had found himself in, but he knew he couldn't stay too far from the Hyperion. What happened if one of the children woke up? Especially one of the Slayers or the vampires, since they weren't as affected by the alcohol as the humans were. Connor didn't want to think about it, promising to keep this patrol short. Heading down into an alley, Connor felt the presence of strong magic and immediately went on the defensive, wanting for the immediate attack. It never came and he came out into a small backlot, where the presence of magic was even stronger. Cautiously, he viewed his surroundings, taking in everything, but he still didn't see the attack until too late.

Connor's head was spinning from the blow and he staggered back up onto his feet, only to be struck again and this time, he felt his own blood running down his chin. Acting on instinct, he lashed out with his fist and found himself lying upside down against the opposite wall, unconsciousness threatening to overcome him. He slumped over onto his side, as someone came into his line of vision. She was a young woman, with fiery red hair cropped to her shoulders, green eyes glittering with malicious intent and a brilliant smile that seemed to be mocking him. Oh, and she wasn't exactly dressed appropriately, with her black, tight midriff top and tight leather pants, a pair of stiletto boots and arm sleeves completing the sexy outfit.

"Who the hell are you?" Connor asked thickly around a mouthful of blood.

"The name's Mikaela," she replied, "You must be Connor, Angel's son. How cute."

"Are you the one who's turned my parents into children?"

"Why yes, I am. Pretty amusing really. Have they caused you as much trouble as they have caused me?" Mikaela asked with a smirk.

"What are you talking about?" Connor asked, slowly standing up, "I don't recall my parents ever mentioning someone like you. I know my mother definitely would have."

"Well, perhaps it's because I'm not from your world, from your reality, your universe if that makes sense in your tiny little pea brain."

"Huh?"

Mikaela sighed, "There are many alternate universes out there. I think there's one where the Master was able to take over Sunnydale and later killed Buffy. I came from one of these universes due to your father's interference."

"So, what's your plan then?" Connor asked, "Why are you here?"

"I think you have bigger problems than me right now, like your five-year-old parents? And their friends? Imagine the chaos they could get up to. Best you run home then."

With a laugh and great agility, Mikaela bounded out of the backlot, as Connor wiped the blood from his nose. Whoever this woman was, she was very strong, agile and seemingly very powerful, as she was capable of travelling throughout alternate universes. Both Angel Investigations and the Scoobies were out of commission, which left Connor on his own to stop this new threat…

But, she mentioned having tangled with his father from another reality. Perhaps if he could find access to that universe, then he could receive help from his father. And there was one person he knew who could possibly open a rift between the two universes and allow him to travel to the different reality. Although, there was that slight problem that said person was actually no longer on this realm of existence. With this thought in mind, Connor returned to the Hyperion, where he cleaned himself up, checked on the children (Spike was hanging head-first off the side of the bead and Gunn was sleeping with his mouth open), before going to the basement and searching for the spell he needed (it was quite a large pile he had to go through and he was quite tired), before finally found what he was looking for, praying that it would work.

"Okay, Lorne, I hope you're able to respond. I'm gonna need your help."

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AN: For me, this ending seems a little...quick, but that's fine. The story will be serious, but hopefully, I weave in bits of humour, so we'll see how it goes