Like Father, Like Daughter

By: Gold Sword and Silver Bow

"Do you know the volume of a triangle?"

"No. Do you?"

Connor threw down the pencil onto the table with frustration. "Tosha, will you please stop being difficult for one minute?"

Tosha brushed back a strand of her hair from her brown eyes. "If you give me five bucks of the money my father's paying you, I'll give you ten."

Connor stared at her for a minute, trying to see if she was kidding or not. Apparently, she wasn't.

"Are you single?" Tosha asked, resting her head on her hands.

"Aren't you a li'l bit too young for me." Connor snapped, unmistakably irritated at the blonde.

Her grin on her face grew. "Thought so," she laughed. "I could try to hook you up with someone if you..." The young Giles thought for a moment. "Do my homework for a couple of weeks."

"Nice try."

"And I will stop being annoying."

"Is she gonna be hot?"

"Drop dead gorgeous."

Connor sighed. "You drive a hard bargain. I accept." They shook hands. "How did you learn how to be a good negotiator?"

"Two words. Olivia Reynolds."

"Bye Connor!" Tosha waved her hand in the air as she bid her farewell to the departing car. "See ya next week!"

"Tosha!"

"Coming Spike!" And she ran to her father's bedroom, where he was found strumming some chords of his acoustic guitar. "What do you want?"

"What'll go good after 'I'm getting so frustrated'?" Spike questioned.

"Um..." She thought for a moment. "How about 'everything's gotten complicated'?" she sang to her father.

"I like it." The doorbell rang. "That should be your aunt. Go answer the door."

She rolled her eyes again and answered "Alright," and ran to the door to greet her favorite aunt. "Hi, Aunt Fred! Da's upstairs writing another song about this bird he met at the Bronze."

"Awww. That's so cute. What's her name?" Her exuberant smile filled her face. Winnifred 'Fred' Pryce was happy that her brother had finally gotten over the bitch that broke his heart thirteen years ago.

"Muffy," Tosha said, uncertain about the name. "Or something like that. I can't remember. She's probably another dumb blonde. Of course, no one could be as stupid as Harmony."

"Oh yeah," Fred mused. "No one could rival her IQ."

"Yup, but people can try." The blonde smirked and left. "I'm gettin' my stuff, then we can leave."

Fred sat down on the blue red couch in front of the living room. The smell of men, she thought to herself as the scent of the apartment filled her nostrils, and Tosha. In an instant, the blonde returned with her suitcases.

"I'm ready! Let's leave!"

"First, I want to talk to your father," Fred said as she walked towards her half-brother's room. She knocked softly on his door, which caused Spike to look up from what the paper he was writing on. The brunette smiled as she sat down next to the bleach-head. She snatched the piece of paper and read the lyrics on it. Her smile turned into a frown.

"I thought you got over her years ago?" Fred was deeply concerned for Spike. "Are you okay?"

Spike grabbed the piece of loose-leaf paper back. He ran his hands through his curly, ungelled hair. It was weird how much he and Fred had clicked after all he had gone through the last thirteen years. He was always there whenever it got too hard for him to cope.

"Anything you need to talk about before I leave?" she questioned, examining him, trying to figure out his emotions. He still didn't answer. She left without another word

So...What you guys think?? R&R!!