Key.

Sentences/ wordsthat are bold,and are in italics, are direct thoughts .

Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.

"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.

Bold is Onomatopoeia.


A/N- next chapter!


Chapter 2- The Gang.

Buffy pushed open the door to her house and hung up her coat. After shifting Spike on her hip, she stood and thought before she headed for the front room. What if they couldn't change Spike back? He might be stuck as a baby forever; and however much Buffy claimed to hate him, she didn't really. There were times that she almost lo- liked him. Almost. Shaking her head to clear them of these thoughts, she turned and went to greet her friends.

"Hey guys."

"Hey." Willow said, breaking from her conversation with Giles to greet her best friend. As she was turning to carry on talking, she spun around to look at Buffy once more, her mouth open.

"What- is- that!" Xander exclaimed, eyeing the toddler on her hip.

"This is Spike. A baby Spike. A two-year-old Spike." She stumbled with her words, being unnerved by everyone's stares.

"Bi'" Spike said, leaving out the 't' with his British accent which sounded really sweet with his baby voice. He struggled to get down. Buffy put him on the floor and watched as he toddled over to Dawn, who had a 'he's-so-cute!' look on her face, which was wiped out by Spike giving her a big slobbery kiss on the mouth.

"Gross!" She exclaimed, drool dripping from her chin onto her lap. "That's disgusting!" Spike grinned happily and ran off to the hallway.

"Spike?" Buffy followed him and gasped when she saw what Spike had done. He had drawn on the walls with an orange crayon that must have been around for him to find. There were lines everywhere, crisscrossing over each other as high as Spike could reach.

Anya assessed the scribblings. "Wow. He's really quite artistic." She went closer for a better look and gasped as she saw orange wax markings on her expensive new coat. "You drew on my coat!"

Xander glanced at it. "Is that a rabbit?"

"YOU DREW A RABBIT ON MY COAT!" Anya shrieked, picking Spike up and bending him over her knee.

"Hey, there are rules against that." Buffy grabbed the boy off her friend. My Spike . She thought fiercely. No one hits my Spike. Except for me. She amended.

She looked at the walls again, winced, and then turned to Spike. "Why did you do that?" She moaned.

Spike pulled out of her grasp and ran into the kitchen. When Buffy got there, she couldn't see him anywhere.

"I found him!" Xander cried, opening up the door to the washing machine. "Ouch!" He removed his hand with Spike attached by his teeth.

Buffy detached him and put him on the floor in front of the group.

"Give me the crayon, Spike." She said firmly. Solemnly, he reached down his trousers and removed the crayon, holding it out to her. Buffy scrunched up her face and accepted it.

"I need go potty." The little boy announced regally. Buffy looked wildly around at her friends.

"No way." Willow told her. "It's your job."

Buffy whimpered and allowed herself to be led to the bathroom. Great . She thought. At least he's potty trained and I don't have to change a nappy. That would be way too gross.

"Don't forget you have to clean him up afterwards." Willow said, reading her best friend's mind.

"Eewww. Why do I get this job, anyway? I save the world. I've died twice. Help me, Dawn! …" She implored. "I'm your only sister."

Dawn glanced at Spike diddling around. "No way." With that, Giles ushered them back to the living room, leaving Buffy to be dragged up the stairs.

"I wonder how they're getting on up there?" Tara said after a while of silence,

"No! You're supposed to take my trousers off!" Spike's voice came from upstairs.

"I am. But it'll help if you stayed still."

"I'll wet myself!" He whined.

"Then it'll be your fault, now stand still!" The slayer said impatiently.

"I need a wee!"

"Okay, that'll have to do. Get on the toilet then."

"You have to pick me up!"

"There. Happy?"

"Hold me on! I'm slipping!" Spike screamed, rather high-pitched.

"Spike? No, don't! Eww…"

Anya smirked. "He peed on her."

"You got us both wet! Come on, I still have one of your shirts, we'll change."

There was silence for a while, followed by a scream, and footsteps coming down the stairs.

"No."

Anya laughed as a naked Spike ran down the stairs, followed by an exhausted looking Buffy.

"Come here and put this shirt on!" She commanded. Why can't he be a sweet, obeying child? She sighed. Why am I asking? He's Spike. "Come on, Spike."

"NO! I don't want to wear a dress," He said, just as the door opened. "Make Dawn wear it!"

"It's not a dress, Spike. It's one of your shirts, now come here!"

"No." He turned and ran out of the front door, pushing past the visitors to do so.

Buffy groaned and looked up to see Angel and Wesley at the door with some people she didn't know.

"Spike?" Angel asked mildly.

"Spike? The Spike?" A black man asked.

A dark-haired girl looked confused. "Wait? Who's Spike?"

"Oh my god. That was Blondie Bear?"

"Harmony?" Giles said, incredulously, coming up behind Buffy.

The blonde Slayer sighed. "Look, I'll answer all your questions later, I need to catch Spike first. Angel, do you think you could track him?"

He nodded. "Let's go."


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