Here's a short one for you all, inspired by a part in the episode Beck Falls for Tori. Just happened to be watching it once morning and when I heard a few lines of it, I instantly thought it might back for a good one shot for you all. Enjoy!

Beck sighed as he pulled into the Hollywood Arts parking lot, fun high school memories filling his head as he put the truck in park. He felt like a student all over again, the only difference being that this time he was parking on the far end of the parking lot – the end that was reserved for Hollywood Tots students. Hollywood Tots was the posh name given to the HA preschool, Beck assumed it was named by Helen, and she was probably thrilled with herself for coming up with such a title.

"Beck! Welcome!" A cheerful blonde greeted him at the door. He assumed that he had gone to high school with the girl, she looked to be around his age. Not that he had any idea who she was, Beck and his friends had made quite a name for themselves at Hollywood Arts even though they didn't associate with many people outside of their group.

Beck nodded in response, his hands shoved into his pants pockets. He kept his eyes glued on the front desk, it was only noon and he was supposed to be at a table read for a show he was starring in. Just before he was leaving the house, he received a call from Brynn's teacher at Hollywood Tots, stating that he needed to come in to discuss his daughter's behavior at once. He could only imagine what it was this time; Beck had been called in to the school three times during Brynn's first week there, once for trying to shove crayons down a kid's throat and twice for threatening to "sciss" a boy that wouldn't play by her rules.

He approached the desk, clearing his throat as he stared at the woman behind the desk. She was staring intently at the computer screen, probably checking her FaceBook page and playing it off as work. Beck tapped on the desk, bringing her attention to him.

"Oh, welcome. How may I help you?"

"You asked me to come in to discuss my daughter's behavior? Brynn Oliver?" Beck sighed, growing impatient with the lady.

"Oh, Beck! I didn't recognize you with that silly hat covering your gorgeous hair. I'll be right back, let me get Brynn."
Beck nodded, running a hand over the gray beanie that sat atop his hair. He looked around the room, his eyes scanning all of the finger paintings that were made to look like pumpkins. Eventually he found the wall at the very end of the hallway, covered in miniscule handprints. It didn't take him long to spot Brynn's, of course on a wall of solid colored hands, Brynn had been the only one to paint a swirl of colors on her hand before pressing it against the wall. He remembered when she came home that day, remnants of purple, green, and blue paint left on her tiny fingers. She giggled when he had asked why she chose those colors, her answer being that purple is for princesses and that blue and green match her eyes.

"Daddy!" Brynn's raspy voice filled the air. She ran and jumped into his arms, a smile plastered on her face. Beck smiled back at her and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. He then ran his fingers over her cheeks, where dried tears had made themselves at home.

"What happened, baby?"

"I got in trouble." Brynn huffed, her arms crossed over her chest.

The woman that helped Beck motioned for the father-daughter duo to follow her, taking them down a different hallway and into what Beck assumed was the principal's office. At least he thought it was the principal's office, but then again, he wasn't sure that preschool's had principals.

"Ah, welcome Beck." A familiar voice called from the other side of the door. Beck was pleasantly surprised at who he found sitting in an all too familiar hanging chair.

"Lane, it's nice to see you again." Beck smiled, putting Brynn down so he could shake his long lost teacher's hand.

"I didn't know Brynn was your daughter." Lane smiled, rubbing his hands together. The smell of sour cream and onion chips hung in the air, probably coming from Lane's old hand lotion. Brynn scrunched her nose in disgust as she climbed into a chair.

"Mine and Jade's daughter." Beck corrected him, smiling at his little girl.

"Ah, that explains her actions."
"Yes, um, why exactly am I here today?"
Lane shifted uncomfortably, his wicker chair groaning underneath his weight. Brynn stared at him with a look of pure evil on her face, one that he had seen on Jade one too many times.

"Well, I was told that Brynn has quite the record here. Using scissors as weapons, shoving crayons down a kids throat."
"I never actually put them in the stupid boy's mouth!" Brynn yelled, her beautiful eyes narrowing as she looked at Lane.

"Right, I was on vacation in Yerba when those incidents happened, so I didn't know. But as you know, when a child reaches more than three offences, we like to talk to the parent."

Beck nodded in response, trying not to say anything about how he'd been called in every time Brynn acted out.

"Brynn, would you like to tell your father what you did today?"
Brynn mumbled under her breath, turning to look at Beck. She sighed heavily as she smoothed down her black and gray stripped sweater, holding the pink ends of the sleeves in her small hands. "I told Gemma she was a weenie."

Beck almost laughed as he turned to look at Lane, who displayed a look of seriousness. Brynn gauged her dad's reaction, a small smile gracing her lips as she realized that her dad wasn't mad.

"So why were you crying?" Beck asked, almost laughing.

"Those stinky teachers put me in timeout. It wasn't like the naughty step at home, they made me sit there for a long time and watch the dumb crumb snatchers in my class play with my toys!"

"Brynn." Lane warned, obviously very serious about the situation.

"Why did you call her a weenie?"

"Because she is a weenie! She was too scared to go outside during naptime with me. Sikowitz told me that we need weenies in the world, so really it wasn't mean. Without weenies, the world would wear turtlenecks.. Or something like that."

Beck burst out in laughter at this point, he never would have thought that Sikowitz would teach his four year old such things. Then again, it was Sikowitz. When did he ever keep his mouth shut?

Brynn mimicked her father's laughter, looking at Lane as she did so, as if to show him that her daddy was always on her side.

"No, I'm sorry, it's not funny Lane." Beck smirked, "It's just that we dropped Brynn off in Sikowitz's class when we needed someone to watch her last week. I guess he told her the same kinds of things that he used to tell us."

A look of confusion crossed Lane's face. "You left her with the man who uses coconut milk to have visions?"

"It was a school day, if anything the kids in his classes watched her too. Besides, it was a last minute thing and no one else could take her."

"Sikowitz tells funny stories, daddy." Brynn placed her hand over her mouth as she giggled, looking into Beck's brown eyes.

"Sorry, Lane. Is that all? If so I'll just take her to work with me today, I'm sure they wouldn't mind."

Lane nodded, giving in. He knew he had no control over the situation; Beck had made it clear that he didn't think this was anything serious. He only wondered what Jade's reaction would have been; he assumed she would have thrown a pair of scissors at him just for claiming that her daughter had been a trouble maker.

'See, I'm not a trouble kid! I get to go to work with daddy, ha ha ha!" Brynn teased, reaching for her father's hand. Lane only shook his head in response as the Oliver's walked out the door, Brynn seemed so laid back like Beck but still possessed her mother's mean streak.

"Weenie!" Her raspy voice could be heard throughout the building, followed by Beck's laughter. Soon enough, the front door closed and the two of them were headed for the car, Brynn's black boots clomping against the pavement.

I'd also thank you for the extremely wonderful reviews I got last time, those of you that review every time always have the nicest things to say! I really appreciate you all!