Summary~ A hyper mini-slayer and a broody teenage witch are the least of Angel's and Cordelia's problems when the world threatens to end (again), this time with Angel's shanshu on the line.        

Authors Note: This is thing that hit me over the summer and I've been working on it and I'm finally proud of it! Thanks a lot to Jen who helped me out a lot with the title and some of the phrases and the summary (she gets a whole lot of credit *gives Jen a cookie*). Alice, whom I owe my life to, for being my beta.

Disclaimer~ I only own cutie little Tawnee and brooding Darynn the rest are property of Joss, who is wonderful even though a lot of his plots make us all mad sometimes.

Chapter 1

"Hi I'm Tawnee! I have special powers! I can kick a-

Cordelia Chase slapped a firm hand over the little girl's mouth. "She's just vocal." Tawnee gave Cordy a little kid glare for silencing her greeting.

The man nodded his head at the pint-sized girl beside Cordy. "I'm sorry, our program is full, we'll give you a call when a position becomes open."

He turned to leave as Cordelia sighed out loud. Out of all the called Mini Slayers in the world the Fang Gang were stuck with the youngest. "Tawnee what have we told you about that word?"

"Well Mr. Spike says it," the four year old objected.

"No, Mr. Spike says arse, not ass, there is a difference," Cordy explained taking the girl's hand to cross the street to her car. "A British difference." 

"Ha! You said it, you said ass!" Tawnee pointed out, her face lighting up. She thought she might beat out Ms. Smarty pants in this fight.

"In context, Tawnee," Cordelia reminded her as she helped the girl into the car.

"No difference," Tawnee pouted, trying to use the same argument that Cordy had just used. Ass and arse were the same thing, so what's the difference between ass in context? She crossed her chubby arms across her chest, her bottom lip jutted out.

Cordy tried to explain while buckling her in. "You know when you say something someone else already said. No, that doesn't make sense." Tawnee still waited on an explanation as Cordy got in the drivers seat. "Its got those little quotation marks around it," Cordy made air quotes as an example. "So its different." 

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"It is too," Cordy said firmly, meaning the argument was over.

Tawnee slumped down in her seat, her bottom lip quivering a little bit. "You always win," she whispered as Queen C drove off in the direction of the Wolfram and Hart law firm.

"You can take your Shrine of Cauctya and shove it up your-

"Darynn!" Wesley snapped, looking at her firmly. "What kind of language is that for a lady to use?"

"You would know how to act like a lady, wouldn't you?" she answered as she leaned up against the wall of the office.

Wesley gave her a look. "You're pushing it love," he told her firmly. Wes was always the firn one out of the whole lot here at the firm. "On the contrary I am not lady, if that is what your are implying."

"Can I just go see Angel? I don't need you to help me practice my magic" Dara told him , as she rolled her hazel eyes. "I've been in here all day."

"Dara, you have only been in here half an hour," Wesley corrected her with a sigh. "Fine, take a short break." He couldn't work with her while she was in one of her moods.

Darynn Thomas threw the door open, letting it crash against the wall behind it. She tossed her dark brown hair for effect as she stomped out.  The teenage witch hated that man more then Satan, and she knew the powers of Satan. He always thought he knew everything, but Dara just wanted to tell him most politely to 'go to hell". No, she didn't want to do anything rash, Angel and Gunn would be on her case in a second. 'I just need time to cool off,' she thought to herself as she came up on Angel's office.

"Good afternoon Ms. Darynn. Anything I can get you?" Harmony greeted the fiery teenager.

"Go to hell!" Dara snapped as she went by the desk. There she had said, not to Wes but she had said it.

Harmony jumped. "Fine, you don't have to be so mean about it!"

Darynn rolled her eyes again. She didn't like that woman either. She was blonde, all she wanted to do was sleep with Spike. 'Screw her,' she thought bitterly, entering Angel's office.

Angel looked up from his files; he could tell she was ticked off. "What happened?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," Darynn replied as she fell back into one of the leather chairs. The tall, handsome vampire closed the folder in front of him so he could listen to the girl.

"Well I do, so talk," Angel leaned back in his chair. He ran his fingers of the leather arms of his office chair. He really liked this chair; it was a good chair.

Darynn sneered at him. "You act like you care," she said, looking out the window.

"I do care," he answered. "So I guess we'll just sit here until you do tell me."

"It's just-

"We're back," Cordy announced as she came into the office, Tawnee running ahead.

Darynn muttered something before getting up and storming out, brushing past Cordy as she went to be alone somewhere.

"What's up with her?" Cordy asked raising an eyebrow at Angel as she sat all her shopping bags down in the floor. "You made her mad didn't you?

"Bad day," Angel replied and he glancing at all the shopping bags on the floor. "You were supposed to take her to find a daycare, not go shopping."

"Well, the kid needed some clothes, do you expected her to run around naked" Cordy objected as she started holding up cute outfits that were kid size. "Besides I did go for an interview."

"Oh! Naked would be fun," Tawnee shouted out as she ran around the room, both of the adults ignored her comment.

"How'd it go," Angel glanced over at Tawnee to make sure she wasn't breaking anything. She had a tendency to do that.

"There weren't any openings," she answered with, sitting down on the couch. She leaned her head back and let out a long, tired sigh. She decided not the mention that they had most likely been denied for Tawnee's language.

Tawnee crawled up beside Cordelia, placing a small hand on her forehead. "Are you sick Cordy? Do you got a fever?"

Cordy managed a laugh as she closed her eyes to relax. "No, Tawnee, I'm not sick. I'm exhausted."

"What's 'austed' mean?" Tawnee asked, turning to Angel for an answer.

" It means she's tired," he told her as he went back to looking at the folder. Tawnee giggled and walked over to Angel.

She stood up on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear. "Cordy could never be 'austed' of you." She pushed some of her brown hair from her face as she stood back to wait for his reply.

"What do you mean?" Angel asked as he checked to make Cordy was still sprawled out on the couch with her eyes closed. 

"I means she likes you," Tawnee pointed out, a smile spreading on her chubby face. "I thinks you likes her too."

"Maybe I do," Angel said reaching out to pull the small girl in a hug. Over the last year Angel had come to be attached to both girls, though Dara didn't share his feelings.  "Maybe I don't."

Tawnee leaned over again and whispered, "Angel and Cordy sitting in a tree. K-I-S

"You better not finish that song," Angel commanded with a smile as pulled her into his lap and started to tickle her tummy. She laughed as she tried to wiggle away, and Queen C slept peacefully on the couch.