Okay, so I know I have quite a few stories running right now but this idea came to me last night when I was watching '10 Things I Hate About You' on TV. I sorta wondered why nobody had thought of this before. Brennan is like Katherine in soooo many ways and for Booth to woo her the way Patrick (or Petruchio for the Shakespeare fans) did would be amazing (and it does seem highly accurate). So, without further ado, I bring you (heh, that rhymes) 'Ten Things'. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Morning Battles

"Tempe!" a fifteen-year-old Daisy Brennan called through the bathroom door, where her older sister, Temperance, seemed to have taken camp for the last half hour. "Hurry up! I need to get ready for school!"

Tempe stuck her head out and took in her younger sister's appearance, from her bed mussed hair to the pink silk pajamas she wore, to the equally pink fuzzy slippers nestled on her feet. "Why don't you just get ready in your room. You don't have any clothes in here, anyway." She stated simply before shutting the door in her younger sister's face once more.

Daisy gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, her knuckles growing white and the face getting red as her anger rose before she let out a long, frustrated scream. "Daddy!" she called, stomping away from the bathroom, towards the door to her father's bedroom. She practically punched at his door. "Daddy!" She called again.

The door opened as she was in mid-knock and she nearly gave her father a black eye, but thankfully he moved away before she could make contact with his face. "What is it, Sweetheart?" Max Brennan asked his younger daughter, sweetly ignoring the fact that she could have knocked him out in her rage and focusing on tying his tie.

"Tempe's hogging the bathroom again." She said with an adorable pout. "Can I use yours? I have to do my hair and makeup."

"Sure, but I don't have any makeup in my bathroom, Baby, and I only have a comb. Do you have anything in your room?" Daisy nodded. "Okay, go get it and you can use my bathroom as long as you need. Just make sure you have enough time to grab something for breakfast before school. Alright?"

Daisy smiled widely and reached up to kiss her father's cheek. "Thank you, Daddy!" she said, before she practically skipped to her room to gather her things. Max smiled after her before walking over to the bathroom that she shared with his older daughter and knocking. "Tempe?" he called through the door.

Tempe poked her head out again, a toothbrush hanging out of her mouth. "Yeah?" she gurgled.

"What is is that you do in there every morning?" Max asked, folding his arms.

Tempe held up a finger, telling him to give her a second before she spit into the sink and rinsed her mouth. When she poked her head back out, she began counting on her fingers. "Relieve myself, brush hair, brush teeth, just the normal stuff anybody does in the morning. Why?"

"Because I do all the same stuff and yet I only take ten minutes in the bathroom, not thirty. What else do you do?"

Tempe smiled, wolfishly, and held out her worn copy of Jane Eyre. "Just a little light reading."

Max sighed. "Why do you have to annoy her so much."

"A: It's fun as hell. And B: I'm forcing her to look like a normal human being." Tempe explained calmly.

"The only thing you're forcing her to do," Max said, "is to move down the hall to my bathroom." At Tempe's confused expression, Max nodded down the hall, where Daisy was struggling with a number of hair care products, her makeup bag, and her choice of clothes for the day. "God, I hope she doesn't think she's moving in there." Max mumbled, causing Tempe to smile.

Tucking her book under her arm, Tempe reached up and kissed her father's cheek before flicking the lights off in the bathroom and making her way down the hall, grabbing Daisy before she reached her father's room and turning her so that she was facing the open bathroom. Daisy's face brightened and she immediately raced towards the bathroom, amazingly not letting anything fall out of her arms in the process, and nearly knocking her father over in her rush to claim the room.

"Sorry, Daddy!" Daisy called as she shut the door, and Max shook his head.

"Teenagers." he mused to himself as he made his way downstairs, towards the kitchen to make breakfast.

Okay, so the chapter title wasn't very appropriate since it wasn't much of a battle ( at least the kind that my little sister and I are capable of) but you get the point. Anyway, please REVIEW!