A/N: This story is based on "So Mote It Be" by Ultrawoman. Willow accidentally threw back Buffy and Spike at the age of five. However she reversed her spell, something don't clicked on - or at least not the way it was expected. They won't be five-year olds forever, but they have to grow up again. Raised as a siblings (thankfully the spell was casted in season 4 – no romantic Spuffy yet) by Joyce as normal as it was possible for almost ten years by now. Isn't that a proper time for a bit of teenage rebellion?

DISCLAIMER: I wish I could say Spuffy et. al. belong to me, but they don't. Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon (God of all nerds) and we (all nerds) have to cope with it somehow.

"Mooooom! She took my nail varnish! AGAIN!"

"Yeah, go and tell mum everything! Like you didn't steal mine when I bought a black one for myself, Fang-Face!"

Joyce sighted. Dealing with teenagers like these two upstairs wasn't easy. Not because both had super-strength and extra-sensible senses, no sir. It was their wayward and stubborn behavior. Like they never were those sweet five years old she fell for.

"I thought I said clearly, no names, no stealing!" she yelled taking off her jacket and hanging it by the door "It was a long day at work and I won't tolerate you two behaving like that!"

bedroom door upstairs slapped "See Slayer, what you've done?" She heard muffled voice "Now she's mad at us. Bloody 'ell"

"Spike, one more word like that and you're grounded!" Joyce threaten him loudly and harshly, although she wasn't really mad at them. She smiled slightly amused noticing sudden silence. So at least few quiet minutes before dinner, thank god.

When Willow reversed the spell which threw back Buffy and Spike in the age of five something didn't click on. After a while it was revealed, that although they won't be children till the end of time, it is not possible to automatically age them again – back to the start point. Back then Joyce was more than happy having her little girl again, and having a cute little boy as a bonus was an unexpected but great surprise. For a long time Joyce felt guilty because of Buffy, who hadn't got full family, and forced to be the slayer was too unsure about her own mum to tell her about everything. Until it was absolutely necessary when she saw her daughter dusting a vampire in a company of a strange, bleach-blond man who claimed to be a frontman of some rock band Buffy claimed to be in.

Next time she met him she already knew him as a bad vampire, famous because of his cruelty. But for some reason she wasn't afraid of him, when he first came smirking to her kitchen and after few minutes almost crying in front of her because of his broken heart. She couldn't help it, he was so well-mannered boy. He behaved reckless, even bad, but was he really evil?

When she revealed her doubts to Rupert after spell turned out permanent, he acquainted her with his story. She was shocked. How come all of it was possible? How come this innocent child could be, well, a monster?

But that's the point, isn't it? He wasn't. Not in the age of five. In some way nothing of it happened yet. She didn't care about anything that happened before, not when her foster son cried at night because of nightmares that in real were memories from his previous life.

So when reunited Watchers Council tried to get her child away she fought like a lioness for her cub. Rupert said that the council never was so frightened nut no-unnatural unit. But she must admit that everything ended well because of him and his role on the new council. He was the one who had an eye on her little family, a guarantee more important than her blind rage and intense maternal instinct. The guarantee she was always grateful about.

"Joyce? My I come in?" She was daydreaming so deep she didn't hear knocking.

"Angel! What a surprise!" Even though he helped a lot in the beginning taking care of this whole fight-with-evil stuff, Joyce wasn't sure if it is a good surprise. She felt bad about it, but she never really liked Angel. "I haven't seen you since... I don't really know how long it was"

"Is Buffy there?" He asked hesitantly

"Well, she..." Joyce started, but double pitter-patter on stairs interrupted her immediately.

"...and I warn you for the last time Spike, I mean that... Angel!" Buffy blushed noticing their guest.

"You!" Spike, who followed her, narrowed his eyes in anger.

"Hi, kids," said Angel, uncertain how to behave "You're know... fourteen, right?"

"Almost fifteen, cutie" Buffy said coquettishly.

"Yeah, Peaches, we are!"

"Spike!" Joyce winced.

"It's okay, really, okay," said Angel quickly "I was just passing by" he appealed directly to Joyce "and I thought I could take Buffy out for a patrol sometimes, show her how it all works, again..."

"You mean like on a *date*?" screamed Buffy jumping with excitement the same moment when Joyce denied "Angel, I really don't think it is a good idea, they're still so young..."

"Oh mum, pleeease!"

As Buffy was pleading her mum, Spike took Angel on a side and said ominously: "You stay away from my sis, you punk, or I'll make you poof!"

Angel opened his eyes wider "You'll make me... *poof*?

"Yeah bro, I'll do it!"

Angel burst out with laughter

"And what happened with the Big Bad? William the Bloody I knew was killing ant staking, but he never ever made anyone, y'know, *poof*!"

Spike made eyes, bored with grown-up cavilling "I'll be grounded for using words like that," he sighted "But I'll make you poof anyway!"

Angel didn't answer that, feeling a little uncomfortable when a one hundred and forty years old vampire looking and behaving like fourteen acted like a possessive big brother in front of her ex-lover. That was, well, weird. And when you are an ensoulment vampire fighting with evil, you know what you mean by this word.