Okay, so I haven't exactly seen all of Buffy yet. I'm on like season 4 now and I've seen none of Angel so I might have made some mistakes. Really I just love seeing Angel and Spike being a family. I think it's just so cute! If I made any major mistakes please tell me!

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"I can't believe I'm saying this to you, Angel," Xander sighed his voice showing just how tired he was, "But I'm so glad you're here."

Nodding my head slightly at the human I followed him into the high schools library. Instantly my hears were pierced with the loud crying of a baby. My eyes quickly darted around the room until I finally saw where the sound was coming from.

In Willow's arms was a small bundle that she was desperately trying to quiet. Nothing she did though seemed to have any effect on the baby. When Buffy had contacted me this was not what I thought she'd need help with, but she did say that it was an emergency.

With a sigh I started to make my way towards Willow when something forced me to freeze. I knew that scent. I had spent so many years with that scent nothing would ever make me forget it. The baby in Willow's arms was Spike.

Now that I knew basically what was going on I moved with more conviction. I didn't always like the younger vampire, but I would never leave him alone if he couldn't take care of himself. I was his Sire. I would protect him.

Willow easily handed me the crying baby and for the first time I got a good look at him. His skin was a pale as ever, tears streamed from behind clenched eyes, and his hair was how I remembered it. This wasn't Spike. This was William. A three month old William, give or take a few months, but that wasn't the point. This was my Childe and I took care of my own when they needed it.

To say that Spike needed help was an understatement. I kept my movements slow as I tried to rock the baby to sleep, but that didn't help. If I wasn't about to calm Spike down vampire or not he was going to…Wait…Vampire.

"When was his last feeding?" I questioned.

"He won't eat anything," Buffy replied massaging her temples, "Not since he changed. Two…Three days ago."

"He's starving."

"We gave him food."

"Did you give him blood?"

Everyone seemed to freeze when I said that. It was as if they completely forgot what Spike was. I couldn't blame them. This baby was nothing like the vampire that we all knew. I was lucky that I thought of it before it was too late.

Taking my wrist in my mouth I made a small gash. Once I saw blood bubble to the surface I placed it to Spike's mouth. He seemed to have a problem latching on to my wrist, but he was greedily guzzling my blood so I could deal. I watched the baby vampire's face as the tears slowed before stopping completely. Soon his eyes were opening and I saw his soulful blue eyes staring into mine.

That was something I never understood. Even when he changed he seemed to keep his humanity. If it wasn't for everything we did to him I knew that Spike would have turned out differently. We had beaten the good out of him and because of that he became one of the most feared vampires ever.

All of this was my fault and now that I had my Childe in my arms I knew I could help him. I had to help him. For the people who knew him simply as 'Spike' it was hard to understand. They didn't know the being that lied in the shadows.

Buffy, Xander, Willow, Giles…None of them knew just how beautiful a soul the man had been. They didn't know how much it took to break the man of all of that. They had never heard him cry, beg to be staked. I caused him this pain. I was the reason so many had died at his hands.

I was never delusional enough before to believe I could help him. Save him. The man that he was before was long gone. Nothing would ever bring him back and I doubted he wanted to come back at all. I couldn't say that I blamed him. With everything that had been done to him he'd never want to relive that kind of torture again.

That was just it though. Angelus was the one that did all of that an while I had trouble knowing who I was compared to who he was I knew I'd never hurt Spike the way he had. It was on of my biggest regrets in my undead life.

As I continued to watch Spike I noticed his eyes slowly slipping shut as the gentle sucking stopped. His lips didn't move from my wrist so I was able to feel as his breathing lulled. It was had to believe that this was Spike, but I was oddly happy about this.

Spike was my Childe. Alright, he was Drusilla's Childe, but she never took care of him. All he was to her was a plaything. I couldn't believe how long it took for him to realize that. Though I often found myself thinking that he still didn't' understand. All Spike wanted was to be loved. I saw that now. And I could do something about that.

Of course it took Spike changing into a baby for me to be able to help him, but if I've learned anything about the man it's that he doesn't do half ways. This was just another one of those times. The only difference between other times and now was that, for once, the younger vampire couldn't fight or even hide that he needed help. He also couldn't ask, but I'd take what I could get with him.

"There," I muttered moving Spike around so I could hold him better, "He's asleep."

"We've spent three days trying to do that and you get him down in half an hour?" Xander huffed loudly.

"It's going to be another three if you don't keep your voice down. Now will someone tell me what happened to Spike and why it took so long to call me?"

The three teenagers and Giles looked between themselves before all eyes moved to Willow. I should have known it had something to do with the practioner. I had no doubt she'd grow to be a powerful witch, but for now she was still learning.

Learning meant that she was still making mistakes more often than not. This mistake just happened to cause Spike to revert into a baby. It was no big deal. We would be able to bring him back or he'd have to be raised again. Alright, it was an extremely big deal. Spike would not be happy if we ever got him back to his proper age.

I hated that I had to think that. I wanted to have all the answers and be able to take care of the younger vampire That wasn't going to happen this time. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't change it. I had no idea what I was even supposed to do.

Shaking the thoughts from my head I looked down at Spike and felt myself smile slightly. I had to admit that he looked adorable right now. Someone must have thought to get some things for the baby because he was wearing a black onesie with little red and pink hearts on it. Spike would hate it.

"I'm sorry, Angel," Willow whispered.

"I know," I nodded.

"We'll change him back. I won't stop until we do."

"I know."

Willow let out a sad sigh at that. I knew that she hadn't meant to harm him and I wasn't mad at her. The whole situation was a mess and no matter how much I wished we'd be able to change Spike back I needed to be realistic. There was little to no chance that we'd be changing him back.

"What are we going to do with him?" Buffy questioned.

"I'm going to take care of him," I said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "He is my Childe."