AN: I'm surprised no one has written a crossover between these two shows yet given that both shows are set in Seattle. I guess I shall go down as being the first for this particular crossover, even with a drabble. Confetti time!

It was a quiet Friday morning in Der Waffle Haus. Few patrons were in eating save for a few people here and there and four reapers.

"Last one for the day goes to Daisy," George said plopping the yellow post-it in front of the actress.

"This name looks familiar," Daisy mused. "I've heard it somewhere but I can't quite place it."

"Happens to me all the time," Mason said.

"It would," Roxy stated.

"S. Puckett," Daisy thought out loud, "I wonder if that could be Samantha Puckett."

"Who's Samantha Puckett?" Mason asked stuffing a fry in his mouth.

"Some teenager who is one of these three people who host some webshow for kids and teenagers," George replied. "I've never watched it but I hear it's pretty popular all over. They live here in Seattle, actually. And the main girl, the one it's named after, her brother is that guy who does all those fucked up sculptures."

"I've watched one of their little shows before. It was dumb as fuck," Roxy said cutting her food.

"You never did anything fun like that as a kid, Roxy?" Daisy asked.

"Even as a kid I had my standards."

"Well I like it," Daisy said. "It's not Clark Gable entertainment but it has it's own silliness."

"I can't argue with that."

"High traffic area," Daisy said, referring to the address. "They really should get those traffic lights working properly. Roxy-"

"I'm off today."

"Fine," Daisy said sliding from the booth. "I'll go alone then."

Across town, two students talked in the restroom. One was blonde and the other a brunette. The blonde sat on the bathroom sink as the other washed her hands in the one beside it.

"Come on Carls," the blonde said, "it'll be great! No school, no teachers, and especially no annoying Fredboy."

"No, we're not skipping school!" the brunette said. "Besides, they decided to serve meatloaf today instead. You like meatloaf."

"Fine!" the blonde replied rolling her eyes. "We'll play this school thing your way. Mama does love her meatloaf."

"Come on," the brunette said, "we'll be late for class."

"Oh no, whatever would we do," the blonde said without inflection and heavy sarcasm as they exited.

That afternoon, just down the street, Daisy sat waiting on a bench. She looked at her watch and then to the yellow post-it she held.

The hand struck 2:09 p.m. and almost immediately, there was a pop followed by a screeching sound. The SUV, one good tire short, was unable to be kept under control by its owner as it swerved and hit a nearby pole. The pole gave way as the SUV stopped on the sidewalk against a building.

Daisy hurried over. To her surprise the driver, alone and unharmed, got out.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Would you happen to have a S. Puckett in there?"

"No, I don't."

"Oh," Daisy replied. She glanced around and looked at her watch that had moved to the next minute. "Well, at least no one was hurt today."

Daisy began walking back to Der Waffle Haus. Crumpling her post-it up, she said, "Well S. Puckett, whomever you are, rest easy never knowing what would have been."