It had been a week since Spike was turned into a five year old, and the transgression period was hard for every one especially Spike. He hated being small, he hated have Angel fuss over him over every little thing, he also hated not being able to wear his duster. But more he hated not being able smoke, drink or have sex, he really hated not being able to do the latter three.

But one night, Spike 'forgot' about the changes and proceeded, to drink at least five entire bottles of alcohol before he start to vomit...and pass out.

"Spike, come on time for bed." Angel called interring his suit, to the sickening smell of vomit. "Spike?" Angel ran towards the kid, who was lying next to some empty bottles of Alcohol.

"I don't feel well." Spike murmured his head bobbed when Angel picked him up and headed towards the bath the room.

"You drank; of course you don't feel well." Angel chastises, as he turned on the hot water, quickly wetting a wash cloth, Angel whipped the vomit from Spike's mouth and chin.

Angel then proceeded to wash Spike, and allowed the child to lie in the tub, after Spike was clean.

"So want to tell me what happened?" Angel asked.

"...No." Spike moaned.

"Want to get out?" Angel asked.

"...Yes." Spike agreed, allowing Angel to empty the tub. Signing Angel dried and dressed Spike in his pajamas. (Superman Pajamas. Tee Hee)

Angel was going to put Spike in the spare bedroom that Spike dibbed as 'his', but laid Spike on his own bed, and placed a trash can by Spike's side of the bed.

Spike sleep thru most of the night, but every few hours woke up to vomit, in the trash can. Angel instantly woke up each time, and rubbed Spike's back as he got sick.

'Never again.' Angel heard Spike, as the small child curled under the warmth of the blankets, trying to go back to sleep.

The next day, Spike hung around Harmony's desk. After last night's drinking incident Angel didn't trust Spike to be by himself...and for the record Harmony was his last choice, if first chose was himself...but he had an meeting, and Spike was distracting even when the young boy didn't meant to be. The second chose was Wesley, but Wesley, Gunn and Fred were busy off finding a demon...and Lorne was...well Lorne.

"I'm bored." Spike complained, shoving his little hands into his grey 'Spelling is difficoult chalanging hard.' hoodie and kicking swing his feet off the end of chair.

"Sorry sweetie nothing I can do about that." Harmony stated, as she shuffled throw papers, not really watching the five year old.

Groaning, Spike quietly slipped out of the chair, and walked off, unnoticed by Harmony. The five year old part of his brain told him, to go back to Harmony because he didn't want Angel to be mad at him, or to run up to Angel's office. But the older part of his mind rejected the idea and decided to walk around the firm.

In a record of five minutes Spike had managed to get lost, somewhere in the back of the building where no one was around. It was more dark and creepy then any please Spike had been even when he was a 'ghost'.

BAM!

Spike jumped at the loud sound was tempted to cry out, but managed to cover his mouth with his hands to stop the sound. The young vampire wasn't sure if it was his child like mind playing tricks on him, out of the irrational fear of everything that went bump in the night.

"Grow up Spike. You're not some scared little kid." He told himself before moving forwards.

"Spike." a voice called causing Spike to panic. "Do you want to play a game?"

Spike quickly recognized it as a female voice, thought he could hear a heart beat or smell a body.

"Okay...calm down." Spike told himself and continued walking.

"Run and Catch. Run and Catch. The lamb is caught by a blackberry patch." The voice sang, and laughed.

"Go away." Spike cried, pulling his hood over his head curling into a ball in the center of the room where the only light was. "Go away, go away go away." He chanted, as he rocking back and forth.

"Don't be afraid. I only want to play. Stay with me don't go." She soothed, the voice sounded closer.

"I want Angel." Spike stated quietly whimpering.

"You don't want to go back to Angel." A male voice mocked. "He doesn't care for you, he never did. And in this state you are only a burden to him."

"I am not." Spike whimpered pulling his hood down farther trying to bloke the voices.

"No, Spike don't do that, we don't want to harm you, we just want to play." The female voice spoke, in a cheery voice, making Spike fill with dread.

"I want Angel." He sobbed as the voice kept mocking him. "I want Angel." He repeated before, standing up and running away trying to get away from the voices.

Only his hood was still down and Spike couldn't see, he managed to trip in his haste but not on to his face but down a plat form falling only three to four ft.

"DADDY!" Spike cried out as soon as the pain from the fall causing his child minds to take over because of his pain and calling Angel daddy. Even throw he yelled it loud enough for any vampire in the building to hear him...luckily the only vampire were Angel and Harmony. Not that he really cared about who worked here.

"Aw the poor baby calling for his daddy, to bad daddy doesn't care." The male voice mocked the walls echoing and evil laugh.

"Go away!" Spike shrieked cradling his injured arm,

"Spike!"

"Go away!" Spike cried again, just wanting the voices to go away. He just wanted to be alone.

"Spike? Spike! Where are you?"

"I said leave me alone!" Spike keep crying not noticing that this voice was new and not the male voice that was mocking him.

"Angel! He's over here."

"Fred?" Spike asked, looking up to see the woman standing on the plate form above him.

"Hey sweetie." Fred soothed before she hopped of the plat form down to him. "What happened?"

"IwasrunningandIfell." Spike rushed, leaving out the voices as he latched onto Fred.

"Spike?" Angel asked this time losing Spike's bone crushing gripe on Fred and allowed the vampire to latched his little arms around his neck and proceed to cry. "Hey buddy, come down."

"Luckily, he didn't break anything, but his wrist is fractured." Wesley stated. "It should be healed in a couple of weeks."

When Angel was about to calm down Spike, the team loitered around the medical wing of the firm waiting for Spike's ex rays. During that wait Spike refused to say anything and kept a death grip on Angel.

Even after Spike was allowed to leave the hospital, the young vampire still refused to let go of Angel. It seems being around him kept the voices away.

Angel was going to leave Spike in his office, so he could yell at Harmony for not watching his childe, but Spike would freak out when Angel managed to break Spike's death grip.

"You going to tell me what happened?" Angel asked, slowly swerving in his desk chair, after finding that the slow motion soothed the small vampire.

"...Don't wanna." Spike muttered nuzzling his head on Angel's torso as his eyes start to grow heavy.

"Alright." Angel said, not wanting to push the child. "You tried huh?" Spike gave a yawn in response.

"Right time for bed then."

This chapter has very little to do with the basic plot. Okay that's a lie the voices are a BIG part of my haft way made plot.

LittleSpike: AceinWonderland does not own Angel.

Angel: If she did, then Spike turning into a kid or us not hating each other would have been in the show.

Me: That was so cute.