Title: Recaptured Youth
Author: JoBelle
Email: jod21@tstt.net.tt
Disclaimer: Everybody isn't mine! They belong to Joss & Co., I'm just playing with them.
Summary: What if Willow's first wish during her 'my will be done' spell had been different?
Author's notes: I loved "Something Blue" it was one of my very favorite Season four Buffy eps but this hit me right after I watched it the day after babysitting my 5 little second cousins, all under the age of 5 and I just had to write it *S*
"Who are you?" the little red haired girl asked suspiciously.
"Willow? Willow is that you?" Buffy asked incredulously.
"I want my mommy! Now!" the diminutive, fiery haired moppet demanded, stomping her feet in their tiny white tennis shoes all righteous three-year-old indignation.
"I'm sorry Wills, but we can't do that." Buffy said in a soothing voice to the toddler that had been her teenaged best friend up until two seconds after she'd walked in their dorm room. "Everything's gonna be okay sweetie. I promise, you'll get to see your mommy and everything but first we have to go see Giles honey." Buffy said trying to sound soothing.
"No! I want my mommy now!"
"But there are cookies at Giles'." Buffy bribed as the little red head's eyes welled up.
"I want my mommy!" She shrieked before bursting into tears.
"Oh come on sweetie, don't cry." Buffy pleaded, picking up the sobbing little girl and jiggling her on her hip as she picked up the phone and quickly punched in Giles' number.
"Giles?" she asked over the noise of the wailing that seemed to be echoing from the other line as well.
"Angel!" She cried in surprise as the familiar voice on the other end of the line explained his presence and the situation over at Giles'.
"So Xander is three years old too? Wonderful! Listen, I'm coming over with Willow now, you guys get to work on figuring out how to undo this." She instructed hanging up the phone and smiling weakly at the little girl who had yet to stop screaming.
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"There! You can go down!" Buffy exclaimed exasperatedly, letting the toddler squirm out of her arms. Willow took one look around the room, judged its unfamiliarity and immediately hid behind Buffy's leg, latching onto the blonde's knee just above her boots.
"Hey Giles." She waved, closing the door behind her and walking slowly into the room so, as not to dislodge Willow, who thought the ride was way fun.
"Buffy!" He greeted. "How is Willow?" the watcher asked peering around at the suddenly quiet mini witch who peeked back at him shyly.
"Permanently attached to my leg it seems." Buffy replied, reaching around and hefting the toddler up onto her hip. "Where's..." Her voice trailed off as the subject of her query entered the room his shirtfront completely soaked as well as his hair. "Angel."
"Buffy." He nodded, keeping eye contact brief refusing to let himself open up that Pandora's box of pain right now.
Buffy nodded back, tightly. "So where's munchkin Xander?" She questioned, sitting on the couch with little Willow in her lap.
And once again the subject of her query entered the room as if on cue, this time screaming at the top of his lungs sopping wet and stark naked except for his Snoopy underoos, Cordelia and a dark haired young man following in hot pursuit. Buffy's eyebrows shot up in suppressed amusement while Giles put his head in his hands and muttered about his carpet.
"Xander! Get back here!" Cordelia demanded chasing the youngster around one side of the couch while Doyle headed him off on the other.
"What happened here?" The slayer asked her ex who smirked along with her.
"Giles gave Xander some juice, Xander figured his hair and clothes should have some as well." Angel explained almost grinning. "How about Willow?" he asked sitting next to them on the couch, the little girl peeking out at him from under her hair and Buffy's chin.
"She threw a temper tantrum back at the room that almost deafened me, but otherwise I think I've fared better than you guys with Xander." Buffy replied with a smile looking pointedly at Angel's shirt. "So if you were bathing him then what's with the underpants?"
"I'm not looking at Xander's thing! Even if he is three years old!" Cordelia answered, pushing her wet hair back from her face as Doyle carried the squirming boy back to Giles' bathroom to rinse off the rest of the suds.
Buffy laughed at the departing trio. "So Giles, how come you're not helping with clean up?" She queried.
"Because I am researching Willow's spell."
"Flat out refused to bathe Xander and asked them if they wanted to research the spell themselves huh?"
Giles smiled a bit guiltily, fastidiously cleaning his glasses. Buffy grinned. "So any luck?"
"Actually yes, it seems to have been a simple enough spell if you were correct in the book Willow used," the watcher replied rifling through some pages in a text on the desk in front of him. "Just as soon as Cordelia and Doyle are through with Xander I'll see if I can't get this little mishap righted."
"Works for me." She nodded. "Maybe then we can figure out what Doyle's vision of me meant."
Just then there came a loud banging from the door to the cupboard under the stairs. Buffy looked towards it curiously, then to Giles who continued to research quite unperturbed by the noise. Depositing Willow on a couch cushion she got up and pulled open the door to be met with the irate face of the world's only chipped vampire. "Spike? What are you doing in there?" Buffy asked.
"Bathroom's occupied." Giles called over his shoulder before the blonde vampire could reply.
Buffy snickered then snerked, then full out laughed at Spike, who just rolled his eyes. "Yuck it up Slayer! Go right ahead and have a good belly laugh at old Spike." He growled out. Buffy stepped back from the door and a shaft of sunlight fell into the closet, causing Spike to hiss and jerk back quickly. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed.
"Bloody hell! Bloody hell!" Could be heard echoing from the hallway leading to Giles' bathroom, a few seconds later mini Xander clothed in a T-shirt that fit more like a dress and dragged along the floor as he walked, entered the room chanting "Bloody Hell! Bloody Hell!" jumping about like a jackrabbit.
Giles sighed and shook his head. "I take it we're done with the bathing ritual?" He asked the LA Trio who nodded, Doyle looking like he was fighting laughter at Angel and Cordy's drenched states.
"Shall we proceed with the spell then?" Giles asked with a devilish entirely un-Giles-like grin at Angel trying to restrain Xander from climbing up on Spike.
"Please!" Came the tortured response from everyone besides the two toddlers in the room, who were currently whispering secretively in each other's ears, giving the grown-ups suspicious looks.
"Very well." The watcher acquiesced, "Doyle, why don't you help me roll up the rug." He instructed while Buffy went to lower the blinds to keep Giles' nosy neighbors from looking in on the festivities.
Once the rug was rolled away, Giles produced a large bag of red sand, which he directed Cordy to pour into the shape of a pentagram and then asked Buffy and Angel to bring baby Willow and Xander and place them in the center, grumbling all the while about just how much trouble it would be to get the sand up off the floor. Lighting candles at each of the star points Giles opened the book and began to read the spell, Willow and Xander staring at him in fascination. He was at a crucial part of the spell when disaster struck.
Spike, who had emerged from the closet, once the curtains were drawn, to watch the spell had overbalanced somehow, his chains preventing him from catching himself in time he pitched forward, knocking into Angel and Buffy sending all three of them topping into the pentagram. Almost instantly there was a great flash of green light that sent almost everyone in the room flying backwards with such force that it was several minutes before anyone moved again.
"You okay Princess?" Doyle asked, sitting up and wincing at the pain in the back of his head from when he'd struck the wall.
"Yeah, I think so." Cordy replied, removing her head from his chest with some degree of awkwardness. "What about you Angel?" the girl questioned looking around the living room for their 'boss'. "Angel?" She called a bit louder when there was no response.
"Oh dear lord!" Giles' exclamation came at the exact instant Cordy and Doyle spotted the ensouled vampire, or rather what had once been the ensouled vampire.
Author: JoBelle
Email: jod21@tstt.net.tt
Disclaimer: Everybody isn't mine! They belong to Joss & Co., I'm just playing with them.
Summary: What if Willow's first wish during her 'my will be done' spell had been different?
Author's notes: I loved "Something Blue" it was one of my very favorite Season four Buffy eps but this hit me right after I watched it the day after babysitting my 5 little second cousins, all under the age of 5 and I just had to write it *S*
"Who are you?" the little red haired girl asked suspiciously.
"Willow? Willow is that you?" Buffy asked incredulously.
"I want my mommy! Now!" the diminutive, fiery haired moppet demanded, stomping her feet in their tiny white tennis shoes all righteous three-year-old indignation.
"I'm sorry Wills, but we can't do that." Buffy said in a soothing voice to the toddler that had been her teenaged best friend up until two seconds after she'd walked in their dorm room. "Everything's gonna be okay sweetie. I promise, you'll get to see your mommy and everything but first we have to go see Giles honey." Buffy said trying to sound soothing.
"No! I want my mommy now!"
"But there are cookies at Giles'." Buffy bribed as the little red head's eyes welled up.
"I want my mommy!" She shrieked before bursting into tears.
"Oh come on sweetie, don't cry." Buffy pleaded, picking up the sobbing little girl and jiggling her on her hip as she picked up the phone and quickly punched in Giles' number.
"Giles?" she asked over the noise of the wailing that seemed to be echoing from the other line as well.
"Angel!" She cried in surprise as the familiar voice on the other end of the line explained his presence and the situation over at Giles'.
"So Xander is three years old too? Wonderful! Listen, I'm coming over with Willow now, you guys get to work on figuring out how to undo this." She instructed hanging up the phone and smiling weakly at the little girl who had yet to stop screaming.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"There! You can go down!" Buffy exclaimed exasperatedly, letting the toddler squirm out of her arms. Willow took one look around the room, judged its unfamiliarity and immediately hid behind Buffy's leg, latching onto the blonde's knee just above her boots.
"Hey Giles." She waved, closing the door behind her and walking slowly into the room so, as not to dislodge Willow, who thought the ride was way fun.
"Buffy!" He greeted. "How is Willow?" the watcher asked peering around at the suddenly quiet mini witch who peeked back at him shyly.
"Permanently attached to my leg it seems." Buffy replied, reaching around and hefting the toddler up onto her hip. "Where's..." Her voice trailed off as the subject of her query entered the room his shirtfront completely soaked as well as his hair. "Angel."
"Buffy." He nodded, keeping eye contact brief refusing to let himself open up that Pandora's box of pain right now.
Buffy nodded back, tightly. "So where's munchkin Xander?" She questioned, sitting on the couch with little Willow in her lap.
And once again the subject of her query entered the room as if on cue, this time screaming at the top of his lungs sopping wet and stark naked except for his Snoopy underoos, Cordelia and a dark haired young man following in hot pursuit. Buffy's eyebrows shot up in suppressed amusement while Giles put his head in his hands and muttered about his carpet.
"Xander! Get back here!" Cordelia demanded chasing the youngster around one side of the couch while Doyle headed him off on the other.
"What happened here?" The slayer asked her ex who smirked along with her.
"Giles gave Xander some juice, Xander figured his hair and clothes should have some as well." Angel explained almost grinning. "How about Willow?" he asked sitting next to them on the couch, the little girl peeking out at him from under her hair and Buffy's chin.
"She threw a temper tantrum back at the room that almost deafened me, but otherwise I think I've fared better than you guys with Xander." Buffy replied with a smile looking pointedly at Angel's shirt. "So if you were bathing him then what's with the underpants?"
"I'm not looking at Xander's thing! Even if he is three years old!" Cordelia answered, pushing her wet hair back from her face as Doyle carried the squirming boy back to Giles' bathroom to rinse off the rest of the suds.
Buffy laughed at the departing trio. "So Giles, how come you're not helping with clean up?" She queried.
"Because I am researching Willow's spell."
"Flat out refused to bathe Xander and asked them if they wanted to research the spell themselves huh?"
Giles smiled a bit guiltily, fastidiously cleaning his glasses. Buffy grinned. "So any luck?"
"Actually yes, it seems to have been a simple enough spell if you were correct in the book Willow used," the watcher replied rifling through some pages in a text on the desk in front of him. "Just as soon as Cordelia and Doyle are through with Xander I'll see if I can't get this little mishap righted."
"Works for me." She nodded. "Maybe then we can figure out what Doyle's vision of me meant."
Just then there came a loud banging from the door to the cupboard under the stairs. Buffy looked towards it curiously, then to Giles who continued to research quite unperturbed by the noise. Depositing Willow on a couch cushion she got up and pulled open the door to be met with the irate face of the world's only chipped vampire. "Spike? What are you doing in there?" Buffy asked.
"Bathroom's occupied." Giles called over his shoulder before the blonde vampire could reply.
Buffy snickered then snerked, then full out laughed at Spike, who just rolled his eyes. "Yuck it up Slayer! Go right ahead and have a good belly laugh at old Spike." He growled out. Buffy stepped back from the door and a shaft of sunlight fell into the closet, causing Spike to hiss and jerk back quickly. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed.
"Bloody hell! Bloody hell!" Could be heard echoing from the hallway leading to Giles' bathroom, a few seconds later mini Xander clothed in a T-shirt that fit more like a dress and dragged along the floor as he walked, entered the room chanting "Bloody Hell! Bloody Hell!" jumping about like a jackrabbit.
Giles sighed and shook his head. "I take it we're done with the bathing ritual?" He asked the LA Trio who nodded, Doyle looking like he was fighting laughter at Angel and Cordy's drenched states.
"Shall we proceed with the spell then?" Giles asked with a devilish entirely un-Giles-like grin at Angel trying to restrain Xander from climbing up on Spike.
"Please!" Came the tortured response from everyone besides the two toddlers in the room, who were currently whispering secretively in each other's ears, giving the grown-ups suspicious looks.
"Very well." The watcher acquiesced, "Doyle, why don't you help me roll up the rug." He instructed while Buffy went to lower the blinds to keep Giles' nosy neighbors from looking in on the festivities.
Once the rug was rolled away, Giles produced a large bag of red sand, which he directed Cordy to pour into the shape of a pentagram and then asked Buffy and Angel to bring baby Willow and Xander and place them in the center, grumbling all the while about just how much trouble it would be to get the sand up off the floor. Lighting candles at each of the star points Giles opened the book and began to read the spell, Willow and Xander staring at him in fascination. He was at a crucial part of the spell when disaster struck.
Spike, who had emerged from the closet, once the curtains were drawn, to watch the spell had overbalanced somehow, his chains preventing him from catching himself in time he pitched forward, knocking into Angel and Buffy sending all three of them topping into the pentagram. Almost instantly there was a great flash of green light that sent almost everyone in the room flying backwards with such force that it was several minutes before anyone moved again.
"You okay Princess?" Doyle asked, sitting up and wincing at the pain in the back of his head from when he'd struck the wall.
"Yeah, I think so." Cordy replied, removing her head from his chest with some degree of awkwardness. "What about you Angel?" the girl questioned looking around the living room for their 'boss'. "Angel?" She called a bit louder when there was no response.
"Oh dear lord!" Giles' exclamation came at the exact instant Cordy and Doyle spotted the ensouled vampire, or rather what had once been the ensouled vampire.