Angel sighed and watched as Spike dribbled more blood down his chin. They were in his office researching Spike's condition. They had managed to explain to Spike what he was and he had accepted it without a second thought, the child didn't seem to remember who anyone was even himself.

"Spike you have blood on your chin." Angel told the youngster. He sighed again when Spike only grinned and wiped at the drips with his hand, causing a red smudge. "Come here." He was taken aback when Spike did just that and stood silently in front of him. Spike was never obedient, and never silent. Maybe this wasn't such a bad turn of events after all.

Angel wiped at the blood and was surprised when Spike didn't even squirm. He just stood still and waited for Angel to finish. "Alright. What is it?" Angel asked, he was frowning and watching Spike closely.

"What is what?" the child replied innocently. Spike was looking right back at Angel and didn't seem phased by the older vampire at all.

"What are you planning? You're never this quiet and never this obedient. Ever." Angel glared and watched as Spike rolled up the too long sleeves and glared straight back. They had clothed Spike in one of Angel's shirts until they could get him some more suitable clothes. Spike had managed to spill blood down his own shirt minutes after being given the blood.

"I'm not planning anything." Spike replied and went over to the window. Angel sighed and spun around in his chair to watch the child. He let the others get on with the research, it seemed that Spike always needed someone watching him and Angel had been voted to do so, being the one who knew Spike the most.

"What are you doing?" the older vampire watched as the child approached the window, tails of his shirt trailing behind him. "Spike?" the child paid him no mind and pressed his forehead against the window watching the streets below. "What are you doing young...vampire?" "Watching." Spike murmured never taking his eyes from the streets below.

"Watching what?"

Spike merely shrugged. Angel just turned back to his books and resumed the research. "Anything yet guys?" he asked the group set at intervals around his office.

Wesley looked up from the sofa. "Unless he drank a youth potion while locked up in your suite, which I highly doubt, I have no idea what had caused this Angel."

"And he has no memory of what happened?" Gunn asked and frowned when Angel shook his head. "Well I have no idea. The only spells that can do this all leave you with memories."

"Well Spiky, it seems that you are...not there." Lorne turned to speak to the vampire and found empty space looking at the streets below and no mini vampire in sight. "Problem."

Spike wandered down the corridors of Wolfram and Hart. He had managed to get away from that stuffy room and those men, he wasn't too keen on those three that had been quiet. They kept looking at him like he was weird but the other man, Angel he was nice. He had given him a shirt and it smelled of him.

He watched as the people walked past him, not even looking down at what they had bumped into. He kept walking, looking at all the different people who went past. They all wore black and looked very strict. He quietly sat down next to a wall and tried not to be spotted. Maybe if he was really quiet than they wouldn't notice him. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. If he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him.

Then, everything went quiet. He could still hear the pacing of men and women in posh shoes, but it seemed further away. He cracked open one eye and peered out into the main foyer. There was a face in front of him. Opening the other eye he looked at her carefully. The woman had pale white skin and sky blue eyes, but what really entranced Spike was her hair. It was blue.

He had never seen anyone with blue hair before. He reached out a hand slowly and went to touch the loose strand that had fallen from place; the woman merely cocked her head to the side and didn't take her eyes from him. He stroked the strand and smiled at her, she didn't move. "Hello." He whispered. "I'm Spike, who are you?"

The woman looked at him again and Spike thought she wasn't going to answer. When she did, her voice was cold, like it didn't belong in her mouth. "You are so small. You were bigger before, why have you become small?" she fell silent and watched him again.

Spike blinked and tried to back away from her gaze; it was beginning to get creepy. "I...um...I don't know." He replied quietly. "Angel said he was looking for why. I like Angel. He's nice. Do you like Angel?"

The woman blinked and stood up to her full height. Spike followed suit and cocked his head to the side like hers in question. "You should not question me. I am Illyria, I ruled this earth and all those bowed down and obeyed. How dare you speak to me in this manner. You show no respect for me." she stepped back a pace and glared down at the child. "You are a worthless half- breed, just like Angel. And no, I do not like him. I do not like anyone."

Spike frowned and glared back. "That's not very nice. Why don't you like anyone? Or do they not like you because you're mean to them? If your mean to people they don't like you." He pointed out and tried to push back the sleeve that covered his hand again.

Illyria ignored him and began walking away. Why did this half-breed not flee from her? She could destroy him in a second yet he did not fear her. These beings were getting even more stupid as they evolved. She was taken aback when tiny fingers grasped hers and someone began trotting by her side, trying to keep up with her strides. "I'm sorry." Came a small voice, and she could do nothing but stop in wonder.

"What did you say to me?"

"I'm sorry." Spike repeated. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings 'Lyra." He was not prepared for what happened next.

Illyria threw the small boy across the room and he hit someone and they fell down too. She snarled and turned to face him. "How dare you accuse me of having emotions! Emotions are a human weakness. You disgust me." she stormed off and soon Spike was left in the arms of the person he had fallen into.

Angel held the boy close and watched the ex-god walk away. Standing slowly he made sure that Spike was not hurt before walking back to his office. He sighed as he felt his shoulder become suspiciously damp as Spike cried and found Wes, Gunn and Lorne to stop them from searching. He left them and took Spike to his private suite, it seemed that he needed to explain the rules to his childe.

Spike was shaking and didn't seem anywhere near the end of his tears when Angel entered the bedroom. Sighing slightly he put Spike on the end of his bed and was surprised when the child stood up and wrapped his arms around Angel's neck. It didn't seem that Spike wanted to let go.

"Spike?" Angel whispered. "Come on now. Let me go. We have to get you changed." He pried the fingers away from himself and pushed Spike to sit down on the bed again. Finding the small pile of clothes that Harmony had bought for Spike earlier, he pulled out some underwear, jeans and a fresh shirt for the boy. "You want me to help?"

Spike nodded and sniffed slightly. The sleeves of Angel's shirt fell down to cover his hands again, and he tried to roll them back up. Angel picked up the mini boxers and held them open for Spike to step into. Spike silently obliged while wiping the tears from his eyes, he was still shaking from the shock, but at least he wasn't crying so much now.

When Spike was fully clothed Angel went to pick up the shirt he had lent Spike but was stopped by a small voice. "Can I keep it?" the older vampire looked to the one on the bed and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Why?"

Spike shrugged. "It smells of you, and I feel safe." He whispered before blushing furiously.

Angel just looked confused. "Sure." He gave the red cloth back and picked up Spike again. "You tired?"

"Nope." Spike mumbled back. He was now sucking his thumb and gripping the shirt with his other hand. "I wanna stay with you. Help with the research." Angel nodded and began walking back towards the elevator. Stepping in he waited for the doors to close. "But don't let 'Lyra get me." Spike finished.

"I wont." Angel replied holding Spike tighter. "I promise."

Well? Still want me to continue? Review please and give me some ideas. I really can't think of any. I really shouldn't start fics if I have no idea where they're going should I? Oh well. Hopefully ff.net will not erase this fic this time saying it's not mine when it blatantly is. Anyway...this is dedicated to mimifoxlove, my faithful reviewer. Luv you mimifoxlove you are great and I'm really looking foreword to Baby Boy. Please post it soon!