Disclaimer: Since my name is not Joss Whedon, 'Angel' and all the characters associated with the show belong to someone who isn't me. I also don't own the storyline - that's taken from gidgetgirl's 'Twice The Trouble' Challenge, posted on the Chocolate Covered Strawberries Challenge Archive.

'Twice The Trouble' Challenge

A Fred Throwback. In season five of Angel, Illyria's attempt to takeover Fred's body is thwarted by the Powers that Be, and the result is that, when Illyria enters Fred's body, the body splits in half: into two identical little girls, save one has blue hair. The Angel gang has to keep little Illyria (if that's her name...) from taking over the world, and take care of little Fred. You take it from there.

Requirements:
The evil one must have blue hair.
Harmony must make an appearance in the fic.
Both Gunn and Wes must babysit... one of the girls must like each of them better than the other.

Author's Note: The first part of my story (in italics) is taken directly from the end of the episode 'A Hole In The World.' I haven't actually seen the episode yet, so my interpretation of the transcript - taken from BuffyWorld.com - may be a little off.

Author's Note II: I don't know what kind of abilities Drogyn really has, but as of now they include teleportation.

Words in / / = Thoughts.

Prologue.

"Will you kiss me?"

It was the question he had been longing to hear in the nearly three years he had known her. Wesley leaned forward and kissed her, gently at first, then more passionately.

"Would you have loved me?"

"I've loved you since I've known you. No, that's not-I think maybe even before."

"I'm so sorry."

"No, no, no."

He couldn't lose her. Not now!

"I need you to talk to my parents. They have to know I wasn't scared, that it was quick. That I wasn't scared." Her slender body convulsed with the force of her coughing. "Oh God!"

He grabbed her shoulders, looking into her eyes, willing her to live, wishing that he could be the one suffering in her place.

"You have to fight. You don't have to talk, just concentrate on fighting. Just hold on."

Her body trembled as she looked into his eyes.

"I'm not scared. I'm not scared. I'm not scared." Her chant couldn't fool either of them. Her grip on his shoulders softened as the strength ebbed from her body. "Please, Wesley, why can't I stay?" Her appeal was that of a child, a lost little girl.

Wesley clutched her limp body in his arms. "Please . . . Please . . ." He didn't know who he was praying to.

/Don't take her away from me! /

He watched in horror as the woman he loved went into convulsions, her body wracked by the force of the tremours . . . . .

* * *

"Where's my mommy? I want my mommy!"

"This will not do! This is not what should have happened."

"I wanna go home!"

The two little girls, one frightened, the other incredibly pissed off, looked up at the astonished former Watcher, identical expressions of confusion on their small faces.

"What's going on?" The little brunette whimpered. "Why am I here?"

Wesley would have known her identity even if her hadn't witnessed the transformation.

"It's alright, Fred." He tried to sound reassuring, despite the fact that he was ready to scream in frustration. /Why her! /

The little girl narrowed her eyes suspiciously, backing away from him. "How do you know my name?" She gestured towards the other little girl, her mirror image, save for the bright blue eyes and the streaks of blue in her hair. "Who's she? What's going on?"

Before Wesley could come up with an appropriate response to any of her questions, the second child turned on him, her unnaturally blue eyes sparkling with rage.

"You!" Her small face was contorted in fury. "What have you done?"

/That's what I'd like to know! /

* * *

Deeper Well, England, Same Time.

Drogyn recoiled as though he had been hit in the gut by a sledgehammer.

"Well?" Angel demanded impatiently. "Did it work? Were you able to pull that thing out of her?"

Gasping for breath, still reeling from the effects of his spell, Drogyn took a few moments to compose himself before answering.

Those moments were too long for Angel.

Grasping the other man by the collar he shook him as a dog would a rat. "Did it work?" The tension in his voice resonated throughout the cave. "Did you get Illyria out of my friend?"

"I was blocked." Drogyn choked out. "I couldn't . . ."

"So is Fred alright?" Spike clung to the faint shred of hope. "Or did it . . .?"

"Yes."

"Yes to what?" Angel was less than a hairsbreadth away from ripping the man's arms off and beating him to death with them.

A faint smile appeared on the keeper's face. "Both."

Before either of the vampires could respond, the keeper muttered an incantation, causing the two vampires to disappear in a whirl of glowing blue light.

* * *

Thirty seconds later, Fred's apartment.

"What the . . .?" A disoriented Spike shook his head, trying to shake his post-teleportation nausea. "Bloody travel sickness!" He grumbled, to nobody in particular.

"Wesley?" Angel caught sight of the less than happy looking former Watcher. "What's going on? Is Fred. . .?"

"See for yourself." Wesley, a grim smile on his face, moved aside to reveal the two little girls standing behind him. "I think," He said wryly. "That it would be fair to say that we have a problem."

TBC.

Author's Note: I know, it's very short, but bear with me. This is just the prologue. As always, reviews and suggestions are quite welcome.