Disclaimer: Since my name is not Joss Whedon, neither Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Angel, or any of the amazing characters associated with either show belong to me. I also don't own the story line - that is taken from gidgetgirl's Scorned Lover Challenge (details below).

The Scorned Lover Challenge (A massive throwback)

After Xander leaves Anya at the alter and Tara finds out that Willow has spelled her, the two become unlikely friends... between Anya's former vengeance demon status, and Tara's magical abilities, the two scorned lovers attract a ghost who also mourns the man she lost: Darla. Dru, still stinging over losing Spike to Buffy, casts a spell to try to bring Grandmummy back to life, resulting in all four scorned women: Tara, Anya, Dru, and Darla, being turned into small children.

Requirements:

- Each of the children must, as children, want to seek out the lover who scorned them...ie, little Tara must like being with Willow, little Anya must bond with Xander, Darla with Angel, and Dru with Spike.
- The four little girls forming a 'club.'
- A little cat fight.
- Someone kicking an adult in the shin.

Bonus:

- Little Tara developing telepathy.
- Tara talking about her mommy and daddy.
- Tara and Dru bonding.
- Darla being overprotective of Tara.
- Anya teaching the others about sex.
- Anya having a little 'boyfriend.'
- Anya and Darla fighting.
- Darla bossing adult Buffy around.
- Dru still having her visions.
- Darla still having super strength
- Little Anya being able to grant wishes.

Chapter 2

The next day.

"No, kid, stop!"

Anya looked up at the irate construction worker, favouring him with her sweetest smile.

"I'm helping." She announced proudly, hammering another nail into one of the smooth planks of varnished pine intended for the floor of the apartments they were building.

"That's nice, kid, but I'd really rather that you just left it alone."

"No fair!" Anya pouted. "I want to work like big people do, and have a job and pay like they do." Her lower lip trembled and she looked ready to cry.

The poor man had no chance.

"Look, sweetie," He fished in his pocket for his wallet. "If you leave the wood alone, you'll really be helping me out and I'll pay you a whole dollar." Little Anya sniffled, her eyes filling with tears. "Two dollars." He amended hastily.

"Okay, mister." Anya beamed as she accepted the bribe and skipped away, much to the construction worker's relief.

Once out of sight, she tucked the money into the back pocket of her jeans, where the other four dollars she had 'earned' were and scanned the building site for her next victim.

The cement mixture looked like it could use a dose of blackcurrant juice.

Tara was a little angel.

At first Willow had been slightly apprehensive about taking the miniaturised Wicca to her college classes with her but, much to her relief, Tara had been as good as gold

Although armed with a colouring book and a box of crayons she had not occupied herself with them, choosing to observe the classes, probably paying closer attention than any of the older students did, although she didn't understand a word and never opened her mouth.

The sociology professor thought that she was adorable but Tara had managed to mortally offend the head of the mathematics department by falling asleep during her lecture.

Willow's next class was computer programming but she didn't have the heart to inflict it on an innocent five year old.

"Come on," She said impulsively, holding out her hand. "Let's ditch class and go get some ice cream."

Little Tara accepted the proffered hand and gave Willow the biggest, brightest smile she had ever seen on either the woman or the child.

"Give me that!"

"No way!"

"It's my turn to pick."

"What you pick is boring."

Darla rolled her eyes heavenward, as if asking what she and Drusilla could possibly have done to deserve babysitters who only lived up to the first part of their titles.

" 'Passions' is on." Spike growled at his grandsire.

"But my team is playing now."

"Every team is your team."

At first, Angel and Spike's bickering had been funny. Now, it was merely irritating.

Darla glanced over to her dark haired companion, a sly expression on her small, heart shaped face.

"I'm bored. How about you?"

Little Drusilla nodded solemnly. "They're too loud."

"Come on then." Darla slipped past the couch, unnoticed by her bickering guardians.

Drusilla, after the briefest of hesitations, followed.

Lunchtime.

"How are you getting on?"

Xander grinned in response to Willow's query when they and their charges met up for lunch. "Really well, actually. I thought that Anya would be a pain in the ass . . . bottom." He amended hastily for the little girls' benefit.

"Tara was an absolute angel." Willow gushed. "She didn't disrupt any of my classes at all. Everybody loved her."

"What did you tell them?" Xander asked curiously.

"That she was my little cousin and I had to babysit."

"Same story I used."

"Did you have fun today?" Anya asked brightly, not waiting for the shyer child to answer. "I did and I was working and I earned real money." She said, as proudly as if the nine dollars in her pocket had been nine million.

"Okay, girls." Xander, thankfully, had not heard what the little vengeance demon had said. "What do you want to eat?"

Anya waved her hand frantically in the air before screeching out her request.

"PIZZA!"

"Hello?" Buffy closed the door behind her, poking her head into the living room and seeing nobody there. "Angel? Spike? Where are you guys?"

A series of muffled thumps brought her upstairs where she was hard pressed to keep from laughing, until she realised what was happening.

Angel and Spike were taking it in turns to hammer on her bedroom door and yell at whoever was in there.

"Girls," Angel's voice was stern. "Come out of there right now."

"Or we'll kick down the door." Spike threatened.

A giggle and a 'sure you will' was the only response they received.

"What's going on here?" Buffy glared at the two vampires.

"They locked the door." Spike muttered gruffly.

"I thought that you two were supposed to be watching them."

"We were." Angel's indignant tone was quickly replaced by a sheepish one as he amended his statement. "Kind of."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "You two are hopeless." Shouldering them aside, she knocked on the door. "Darla? Drusilla? Open this door right now."

"Make us." One of them – she was pretty sure it was Darla – responded insolently. "We've locked the window too."

Knowing that she wasn't going to make any progress, Buffy grasped the door knob firmly, twisting it with a flick of her wrist, breaking the lock and pushing open the door.

Her bed had been stripped of its sheets and quilt, which had been employed to make a tent like fort that Drusilla was curled up in.

Darla, dressed up in a short silk dress it's owner had not yet had a chance to wear, her face caked in Buffy's make up, glared up at the blonde Slayer, furious with her for daring to interrupt her fun.

"Well?" She asked, her tone nastier than that of any five year old Buffy had ever met. "What do you want?"

For once, the blonde Slayer was speechless.

TBC.