"Is it really them?" Xander asked, poking little Buffy hesitantly.
"Xander, stop it, she's not a bloody alien for god's sake," Giles huffed, cleaning his glasses. He studied the two mini slayers. Buffy looked excited, and was bouncing from one foot to the other singing, "Mary had a little lamb," at the top of her lungs. Faith on the other hand, still sat in the corner refusing to react to Willow's attempts at calming the small child. Rupert Giles had had enough trouble dealing with TWO teenage slayers. Two five-year-old slayers were bound to be interesting.
"So this is what turned them?" Willow nudged the silver do-hickey with her foot, having given up on trying to help mini Faith.
"Mommy, can I hold Dawnie? I promise I'll be super duper careful and support her head and all," Joyce stared at her daughter in surprise, wondering who "Dawnie" was.
"GO AWAY!" Faith yelled to no one. Xander raised an eyebrow at the huddled figure, pondering whom the rogue slayer was talking to. "You can't hurt me, I'm better then you. Can't hurt me. Can't hurt me," She began rocking back and forth, tears falling from her eyes and onto the carpet.
"No crying, Faithie, I'll protect you," Buffy knelt down next to her future enemy and embraced her, and after a while of being comforted Faith's tears ceased to flow and silence filled the room. Faith whispered something in Buffy's ear, who turned to the others in the room. "Faithie is hungry,"
"Well…umm…I'll go make you guys something then," Little Buffy scrunched up her nose.
"Guys have cooties," She stated.
"You girls something to eat then," Joyce corrected herself, remembering how Buffy had hated boys until she was nine. That was when the blonde woman had to chase her daughter around the playground, trying to stop her from kissing the little boys.
"What are we supposed to do?" Giles looked at Willow and frowned.
"I don't know…" He replied honestly.
"Maybe we should call Angel…maybe he'll no what to do," Willow suggested, nervously glancing at the two children, both of whom looked to be plotting something.
"Perhaps," Xander was sure that if Giles cleaned his glasses anymore he would have an thumb shaped hole in the center.
"Joyce?" Spike yelled, entering the house. It was Thursday night, and every Thursday night him and the slayers' mom watched the new episode of Passions.
"Spike, what are you doing here?" Joyce questioned, a smile spreading across her face. William the Bloody, bad boy on the exterior, was probably the sweetest creature Joyce Summers had ever met. She embraced the vampire like she would a son and let the words of what had happened that nightfall from her lips before he could answer. He stood, silently listening a look of concern over his face.
"So both slayers are bits now?" He asked once she was done. She nodded and the vampire sighed. One day, just one day, he wanted his life to be less dramatic then Passions.
"Angels on his way," he heard Willow call to Joyce and he sighed. Who knows maybe Angelwould fall down a well.
A/n: Chapter two, it was short and I promise next chapter will be funnier and better and longer. If you review!