Disclaimer: One shot

Disclaimer: This is a one-shot that is a separate entity but sort of goes with the fic Boxes. The characters are the same. I'm thinking of starting an alphabet series of one-shots with the same characters. We'll see.

"Hey Kid, how are you?" Tristan asked his daughter absent-mindedly as he cooked dinner.

"Fine." At the sound of her voice, he could tell that she was pre-occupied.

"What's up?"

"Nothing." He looked skeptically at her. With a sigh, she shook her head. "I'm fine, really."

"Fine. Okay." He said. Silence overtook the atmosphere for a minute as Tristan went back to cooking.

"Hey Dad?"

"Hmm?" He didn't look up.

"Why did you drive Mom crazy back in high school?" Tristan stopped and watched his daughter. "I was talking to Mom today and she told me all about how you used to torture her."

"Torture is a very strong word."

"Still, what did you get out of it?" Tristan sighed.

"I don't know. Attention I guess. I knew she would never give me the time of day so, thinking that bad attention is better than no attention, I went after the negative attention. Plus, I loved her reactions."

"What do you mean?"

"When your mom gets mad, she gets this fire in her eyes. And she could banter better than anyone else I had ever met. You ever see two people do the tango?" She nodded. "It was like that."

"So basically, bantering for you two was like foreplay." Nearly chopping his finger off, he decided to put the knife down. "What?" She asked innocently.

"It scares Daddy when you use the word foreplay that easily." He said as he looked her dead in the eye. She shrugged.

"But that's what it was like." She said.

"Even so. Why are you so interested?" He asked, knowing that she had never asked about their past together before.

"I don't know. We were just talking about it this afternoon. Mom said that Taylor reminded her of you when you were sixteen."

"Taylor who?" He asked as she stood up.

"Just this guy in my English class. We had to work on a project together so he came over this afternoon." She said as she stole a piece of carrot from the counter. Munching on it as she left the room, Tristan felt very sick to his stomach.

"ROR!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

"You yelled?" She asked as she appeared around the corner.

"Tell me everything you know about this Taylor kid." He said as she sat down in the same seat that Alexia just left.

"What about him?"

"You said he acted just like me?"

"Yeah. He's blonde, about six foot, he's a sharp kid."


"And what?"

"Do you think that he likes Lex?"

"I don't know. I barely met the kid."

"Do you think she likes him?"

"Why do you want to know?" He took a deep breath.

"She was asking all these questions about why I used to torture you in high school."

"Oh this is going to be good." Rory said with a grin. "And you gave her what answer pray tell?"

"I told her that I did it for attention. But then when I said our bantering was like doing the tango, she suggested that our bantering was more like foreplay." Rory nodded.

"Pretty much." She said.

"She is associating Taylor with bantering, which she compares to foreplay." He whispered as Nathan walked by the kitchen. Rory rolled her eyes.

"Well, she is our kid. She is the product of a long line of banterers."

"Mom, have you seen my jersey?"

"In the laundry room."

"What are you guys talking about?" He asked, his eyes wandering from parent to parent.

"Nothing." Tristan said.

"Your sister." Rory said at the same time.

"And her massive crush on Taylor?" He said as he grabbed a soda from the fridge.

"She has a crush on Taylor?" He shrugged.

"She sure was giggling a lot." Tristan gave Rory an 'I told you so' glare. Noticing the look, Nathan kept walking, right out of the kitchen.

"Tris, what do you want me to do?" She asked.

"Lock up your daughter." He said with a smile.

"You knew this day was coming. It's been coming since the first time you took advantage of a girl."

"Don't do that. Don't blame this on me."

"I'm not blaming you, I'm simply saying that you are freaked out because you've been 'that guy' and now it's time for karma."


"What goes around, comes around. Lex is smart and has good taste; she's not going to fall for that. If she likes a guy, you have to give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Like you and me?" Tristan said, trying to make his point.

"Yes. Exactly like that." She said with a kiss. "Hey, do you wanna banter later?" She asked with a whisper to his ear. Before he had a chance to reply, they were interrupted.

"God, get a room you two." Lex said with a disgusted look. With guilty smiles, they pulled apart from each other.

"Lorelei Alexia, what is that?" Rory asked as she grabbed the top of her daughter's wrist and flipped it over for Tristan to see.

"Relax, it's a fake." She said as she licked her finger and ran it over the temporary tattoo. "I drew it on with a marker in study hall. Besides, if I was going to get a tattoo, it definitely wouldn't be on my wrist." She said. Rory shot Tristan an exasperated look.

"Well, there's no denying it. She is definitely your daughter." Rory said.

"I didn't realize that there was a debate." Tristan said. "Why is it that whenever she's acting out, she's my daughter, and when good things happen, she's your daughter." Rory locked eyes with him. "Hey, your genes skip generations. You're telling me there isn't a single piece of Lor and Christopher in her?"

"Touché." Lex said for her mother. "Hey, speaking of Grandma, she wanted to take me shopping this weekend in New York, is that okay?"

"Sure." Rory said. "Why not."


"Just, before you go, comfort your father and tell him that you're not having sex?" Lex looked at her mother. "I know, just…for him, please?"

"None." She shook her head. Tristan smiled and kissed her on the top of her head.

"You're a good kid. Please, stay that way." He begged over-dramatically.

"I'll do what I can." She said as she rolled her eyes. "I swear, you two get weirder every day." Tristan and Rory looked at each other.

"Yeah." They agreed in unison, leaving the conversation at that.