Not So Big Bad.

This made no bloody sense. Why was he in trouble? He had done nothing. Absolutely bloody nothing. There was no blood or slime or anything on him that even indicated him as the culprit. But why would he be a culprit if he hadn't done anything? Angel was just looking for something to blame on him, as usual. And apparently the new demons that had their ritual interrupted by 'some ignorant vampire' all decided to join Angel's side and blame him.

All he had done was walk in the room to look for a packet of cigarettes. He'd put a pack down somewhere and he couldn't exactly remember where, it was getting annoying. How was looking for something causing trouble? Honestly, the way every treated him around here you'd expect him to be a kid.

He sighed and wandered round his Sire's rooms. Angel had found him wandering aimlessly and decided to lock him up here out of trouble. Why did everyone treat him like a bloody child? Angel was always yelling at him, Gunn was constantly teasing him; Wesley was too tied up with Illyria to notice him, he tried to avoid Illyria as much as possible and Lorne always talked to him like he was a kid. Unlife sucked. Big time.

"Stupid, soddin', wanking, bloody tossers." Spike threw himself on Angel's sofa and deliberately scraped his boots along the cushions, trying to rip the fabric. "Angelus and his bloody 'Angel's avengers' saving poxy demons and stealing my ciggies." He pouted and slouched back into the cushions banging his heels against the arm of the chair. The slight thudding made him feel slightly better knowing that if Angel heard it would piss him off.

Spike smirked and stood up. Angel's office was beneath him and the great poof himself would be in there fluffing up his hair. Bouncing slightly on the sofa, he cracked his knuckles and prepared himself for operation 'payback'. Leaping into the air, he braced his legs and quickly landed on both feet, causing a loud thud. Snickering slightly he lifted his left foot and slammed it back down. Then with his right he repeated the action. Jumping up and down Spike made sure he made as much noise as possible. It didn't matter how well these floor were insulated, he had Vampiric strength and was using every bit of it to piss off his sire downstairs.

Throwing his duster on the sofa he had previously occupied, he ran to the built in kitchen and skidded along the tiles, leaving a long black smudge to really annoy his sire. Spike jumped onto one of the worktops and prepared himself, tiles made a lot more noise when jumped on. He leaped up and threw all his weight onto his feet on impact creating a loud thud and a yell from downstairs.

Now grinning at his obvious victory, Spike bounced up and down again. Proud of his success he didn't notice he was slipping until his head collided with the sideboard on the way down and knocked him unconscious.

Angel had had enough. Spike had been pissing about all day and now he was just asking to be staked. Punching in the code for his lift to his personal suite Angel growled when he heard another bang. He'd already had to apologise for Spike's behaviour to the demons he had interrupted earlier, explaining how Spike was just an overgrown child and needed to be taught manners. He was just lucky that the demons in question hadn't tried to teach Spike a lesson by using their powers. Wyook demons had a tendency to turn people into what the person thinks others perceive them as. Although it would have been amusing to see them try and turn Spike into a pain in the ass. Literally. The last bang was the loudest and was enough to shake that last thought from Angel's head. "Spike!" he yelled and was glad when no more banging and crashing pursued. "If you've broken anything of mine I swear..." he cut himself off when the doors opened and he was facing an empty room. He was expecting Spike to be gloating over being able to annoy him so much in such a short amount of time. "Spike?" he called again. It wasn't like Spike to hide from anything, even an angry mob.

Checking the room again he walked to his bedroom and peeked in. Nothing. Not that he expected Spike to be there, but he did have a way of being where he was least wanted. Coming back into the living area, Angel checked for any clues of whether Spike had even been here. The duster on the sofa spoke volumes. Spike had obviously decided to get comfortable; he rarely took that thing off. And he was most likely doing something he shouldn't, as he hated getting the coat ruined. It made Angel laugh, Spike would take off the coat to make a glass of blood but would wear it to kill an extremely slimy demon. That boy made no sense.

Sighing slightly Angel made his way to the kitchen. Maybe a glass of blood would bring Spike out of hiding. He was topped in his tracks from what he saw. Lying face down on the floor was a pile of Spike's clothes with a small child hidden in the t-shirt. Correction, a small Spike in the t- shirt. They may have been separated for a century, but Angel knew his childe's scent, and this kid stunk of Spike.

Kneeling by the small body, Angel gathered Spike in his arms and turned him over to see his face. He was shocked to find the right half of the boy's face covered with blood and the child seemed to be completely unaware of anything. Shaking the tiny body slightly Angel tried to rose the child from unconsciousness. "Spike?" he called gently, trying not to alarm the t-shirt wrapped bundle in his arms. "Spike? Are you going to be waking up anytime soon?" He waited for a second. "Thought not."

Standing up, Angel held Spike tight and made his way down to the lab. He needed answers and he needed them now. He listened intently to hear if the child's heartbeat was at a normal rate only to discover no pulse at all. Panicking slightly it took him a while to remember that this was Spike. He was a vampire and therefore had no pulse. But what if he was now a human child? Quickening his pace he got to the lab in record time and laid Spike down on a desk. "I need someone over here. Now!" he called and was surprised at the speed of reaction.

Within half an hour, Spike kid had been washed, cleaned and was asleep in a warm bed. The scientists had assured Angel that this was a vampire child somehow and there was no danger of Spike being dead. Angel was in a chair by the child's side and was awaiting the arrival of the rest of his team. They had been informed of the incident and were now on their way down.

Lorne was first to arrive with a quick "Hey Angelcakes," and a "Who is this little cutie?" at the still unconscious child.

"I'll explain when the others get here. It's a long story." The vampire sighed. He had no idea what was going on but felt oddly relieved that Spike was okay. Before he could go into complete brood mode, Gunn and Wesley arrived thankfully without Illyria. She rarely did more than cause chaos.

"Angel? There's a kid." Gunn could be so observant sometimes. "Why's there a kid?"

"It's Spike." Angel looked up. Maybe Wesley was the most observant. What had given it away? The slight blond of the hair? The scarred eyebrow? The not breathing? The blood? "He's wearing a t-shirt." Apparently not.

"You could tell from his t-shirt?"

"Who else wears a t-shirt in Wolfram and Hart? Everyone else wears proper shirts to my knowledge." Wesley smirked and turned his attention back to the bundle on the bed. "How long has he been like this?"

"I brought him down here half hour ago. I found him about two minutes before that." Angel shrugged and brushed a few stray hairs back from Spike's face. "He was exactly like this but with blood down his face. Guess that was from the cut." He indicated to a wound on Spike's forehead in his hairline.

"What could do a thing like this?" Lorne was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Spike not breathe. "I mean the child thing not the cut. We know plenty of things that could have done that."

"I don't know. I just found him on my kitchen floor like this. I don't even know how he got that head wound." Angel sighed and tried to get the insistent hair on Spike's head to lay flat.

"He must have been hit pretty hard. I mean, it's not just anyone who can knock a vampire unconscious. Right?"

"Gunn's right. Whatever it was must have been strong. Unless it caught him in this form, he wouldn't be much of a threat would he? Poor lil thing." Lorne watched Angel finger comb Spike's hair and smiled gently at the action. It was rather cute actually.

Wesley, who had left a minute ago, came back in with a syringe. "Angel? Out of the way."

"What are you going to do?" Angel kept his eyes on the syringe and waited cautiously.

"It will bring him round and we can see what he remembers." The man waited and sighed when Angel didn't move. "It wont hurt him." When Angel had moved away completely Wesley sat next to Spike and wiped a patch on his arm before inserting the needle. Pushing it gently he emptied the cartridge and wiped at the pinprick he had caused on the skin after withdrawing the needle. "That should do it."

"What was he doing in your suite Angel? Shouldn't he have been, annoying you?" Gunn asked the vampire while they waited for the child to awaken.

"He was banging around trying to annoy me. I put him in there earlier today for annoying some clients and he knew I was in my office beneath him." Angel frowned. "He's always trying to annoy me."

"Maybe that's how he hit his head?" Gunn began. "He might have been jumping around trying to annoy you and managed to fall over."

"It does seem a very Spike type thing to do." Lorne added just as Spike stirred and blinked to clear his blurry vision. "Wh...What's going on?"

Okay kids. Do I carry on or not? This is an extremely random idea I had, (could you tell) and I decided to write it. I need votes though. Carry on? Or not? Also, since I love the whole Angel caring for Spike ideas so much (look at Care also by Me for proof) I was wondering if you wanted a challenge?

Basically it's this fic but make it your own. Spike must be a child (your choice how old). Angel must care for him. He can be either Human or Vampire whatever suits you. It can be in any series. Spike can have any reason for being a child. If you want you can use this as a starter and carry on your own version I don't mind. It can be any length or rating you like. I'd love to see a baby Spike or teenager Spike...hmm, wonder what would happen there...

If you accept please inform me because I really want some more of these fics!!! Luv Higgy.