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.

Author's Note: This is a pretty short chapter, I know, but the next one should be longer and more interesting.

Chapter 7.

The next day.

Giles sighed wearily, taking off his glasses and polishing them for the umpteenth time, before redirecting his attention to the gang assembled in the living room with their four small charges.

"If I live to be a hundred," He spoke in a low voice, still slightly jet-lagged after the long flight from England. "I will never understand how it is that you manage to get yourselves into these situations." He looked across at the couch, where the four little girls were clustered together, whispering something he couldn't hear. "This time, you've really outdone yourselves."

"This isn't our fault." Buffy indicated herself and Dawn.

"And we didn't force them to cast that spell." Willow spoke up in defense of herself, Xander, Angel and Spike.

"I blame them." Xander gestured toward the little girls.

Little Darla, overhearing this, glared up at the adults. "Whatever we did, we didn't do it."

"This isn't important." Giles interrupted, before a full-fledged blame game could break out. "All that matters right now is reversing this spell. What do you know so far?"

"Uhh. . ." Buffy felt a little sheepish. "Nothing."

If Giles hadn't been Giles, he would have cursed.

"That's not entirely true." Willow objected. "We know that they cast some kind of spell – probably a resurrection, since it brought Darla back. The problem is that we don't know which spell they cast and, if the bottles that they left in the garden are any indication, they weren't exactly in a position to think clearly, so they might have used elements from more than one spell, and they probably didn't remember those properly so . . ."

"Marvelous." Giles frowned. "Is there anything positive that you can tell me?"

"Yeah." Spike grinned. "They have to sleep some time."

"I want that one!"

"No, let go!"

"I saw it first!"

"No you didn't."

Darla narrowed her eyes dangerously. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"Girls." Xander caught a hand each of Darla and Anya. "What are you fighting for? There's plenty of candy bars for everyone."

"But I want that one." Anya pouted adorably, hoping to sway Xander to her side.

"So do I." Darla was not prepared to budge an inch.

Xander sighed, trying to remember how his mother had dealt with such squabbles when he and his cousins were small.

Both five year olds shot him a look that could kill when he took the disputed candy bar from them and held it behind his back.

"I'm thinking of a number between one and ten." He announced. "Whoever guesses it gets the candy bar."

"Seven." The little girls spoke in unison.

Xander's face fell as Anya and Darla simultaneously guessed the correct answer.

/Why did this never happen when Mom tried this? /

"Tara?" Giles voice was gentle as he crouched in front of the shy little girl. "Are you sure that you don't remember anything about what happened just before you came here? Do you remember anything about a spell?" He prompted.

Tara's eyes widened fearfully. "I can't talk about that."

"Yes you can." He smiled encouragingly. "What do you remember?"

"I'm not allowed talk about magic." Tara insisted. "My Daddy gets mad at me."

"But your father isn't here now."

"He'll get mad at me."

"My father says that all witches are going to burn in Hell." Little Drusilla confided quietly, as though she was afraid that she would be overheard. "Because they are daughters of Satan."

Tara's lower lip trembled and tears started rolling down her cheeks.

Drusilla was not long in following her example.

"Tara?" Willow, summoned to the dining room by the sound of crying, rushed to the little girl's side and pulling her into a gentle hug. "What's wrong, baby?"

Spike, following the Wiccan into the room, scooped Drusilla into his arms, glaring at Giles. "What did you do to them?"

"Nothing." Giles sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to get any information out of either child any time soon.

/Hopefully Darla and Anya will be more helpful. /

The interview did not begin on a good note.

Both Anya and Darla were sulking over the fact that Xander, failing to come up with a reasonable resolution to their squabble had solved the problem by eating the disputed candy bar himself.

Anya was still trying to come up with an appropriate plan for vengeance and Darla had promised to make the wish for her.

"So do you remember anything at all?" Giles was heartily wishing that he had erased the message Buffy had left on his answering machine without listening to it.

"Maybe." Darla gave him a nasty smile. "But even if we did, we wouldn't tell you."

"Why not?"

She shrugged. "We like it here. We're not going to tell you anything that helps you send us back where we came from."

Ignoring Darla, Giles turned his attention to Anya.

Five years old or not, he knew her weakness and had no qualms about exploiting it.

"What if I pay you to tell me?"

Poor Anya was sorely tempted but Darla clapped a hand over her mouth before she could say anything.

"Don't bother." She glared at Giles before sharing a conspiratorial grin with Anya. "I can wish for more money than he has." She reminded her before giving Giles a scornful look. "So he's got nothing."

Giles, much as he hated to admit it, had to concede that she was right.

TBC.

Author's Note: Next up: Rupert Giles –vs– the Fearsome Four.