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 just a short update, but this story will be completed in another couple of chapters.

Chapter 9

"Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins, tell me that you didn't just make an ostrich appear in my living room!" Much to her own dismay, over the past couple of days Buffy had found herself slipping into parent mode, something she had sworn would never happen until she was at least forty, but the four little girls were enough to drive even the sanest person to distraction and young ladying.

"Okay." The five year old smiled sweetly. "I didn't make an ostrich appear in your living room."

"Don't yell at Anya." Darla ordered, hands on her hips, a scowl on her small face. "I made the wish."

"Fine, then you can have a time out."

The small blonde snorted in derision. "You don't really think that you're going to get me into that corner, do you? Even you aren't that dumb."

"Come on." She took little Darla's arm in a firm grip and marched her over to the corner. . .or at least tried to.

"I wish that Buffy was glued to the ceiling."

Seconds later the Slayer found herself glaring down at two giggling little girls, her back pressed to the ceiling.

"A little help here?"

Xander gaped at her in astonishment for a full minute before frowning at the five year old version of his ex. "Ahn. . ." He began in a warning tone.

"I can't do anything unless someone makes a wish." The little girl announced triumphantly.

"Anya!" Poor Buffy was starting to get dizzy.

"That's not the best way to get us to cooperate." Darla observed shrewdly. "Ask nicely and we might help."

"Fine." Buffy muttered through gritted teeth. "Can I please get down?"

"Oh alright." Darla conceded, muttering 'baby' under her breath. "I wish that Buffy wasn't stuck to the ceiling."

THUD!

"You couldn't have asked for a soft landing?"

"I could have."

"Now let that be a lesson to you." Anya scolded as though Buffy had been the one in the wrong.

"You know, if Anya can grant wishes. . ." Xander shook his head disparagingly. "I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier. I wish that Anya, Tara, Darla and Drusilla were adults again." He waited expectantly.

Nothing happened.

"Come on!" Darla gave him a pitying look. "Did you think we'd make it that easy for you?"

Later that night.

"Tell me a story." Drusilla looked up at Angel beseechingly.

"Where's Spike?"

"My prince of the night is on a quest to slay the dragons." Drusilla-speak for 'Spike's out on patrol'. "Please?"

"Okay." Angel couldn't keep from smiling as the little girl climbed onto his lap, waiting expectantly for her story.

"Once upon a time, long ago," He began, remembering the stories he had been told as a child. "There lived in Ireland a group of brave warriors called the Fianna, and the bravest of them all was Finn Mc Cool."

Little Drusilla snuggled closer, enjoying the story, happily oblivious to the indignant shrieks and loud splashes coming from the bathroom as Xander and Giles tried to coax Anya and Darla to wash their faces before going to bed.

"Are you warm enough, baby?" Willow asked, tucking the covers more closely around the miniature version of Tara.

"Yes, thank you." The little girl smiled sweetly at her.

"Can I get you anything; a glass of water, a cookie?"

"No thank you, I'm fine."

"Okay." Willow paused, not knowing what else she could offer.

"Willow?" Tara's voice was soft.

"What is it, sweetie?"

"Why did you do it?" Her tone was more sad than angry, more hurt than accusing. "Why did you use magic on my mind?"

TBC.

Author's Note: Any requests? Please review and let me know.