Title: Fate of Waves

Summary: Buffy Summers is fed up with living a mediocre life. Working 10 hour days at the Double Meat Palace. So, she's grateful to escape for a few weeks, attending her best friend, Willow's, wedding. That is, until she met the guy she couldn't get rid of, Literally, with a guy named Spike.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything incorporated with Buffy the vampire slayer.

Author's Note: I finally figured out how to use bold, underline, and italics. It's all pretty cool. Anyway, my best friends kind of sparked this idea. So, thank you guys. I hope everyone enjoys this story.

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Chapter One: The Double Meat Palace

" Welcome to the Double Meat Palace. May I take your order?" A blonde wearing a hat with an oversized chicken said dully.

Standing in front of the counter was an elderly lady. It would have been hard to believe she was under seventy three year's old by the amount of wrinkles her face encountered. It was clear she had troubled vision as her eyes scanned over the menu atop her head for five minutes; her eyes squinted insignificantly.

" Listen, Ma'am, there's a line. So, if you could please just make you're order, I would be very, very delighted," The employee said. She was getting impatient with this woman. She had been staring at the menu like it was a foreign language, and clearly, she had neither the time or space for this elder to waste.

" Okay…" The woman stared at the worker's name tag as she had been staring at the menu moment before. Her eye's squinted in the same manner as she tried to read. Perhaps it was a problem she had encountered when she was little. "…Duffy,"

The woman smiled gleefully like she had just won the lottery. But, today was not her lucky day. Infact, today was not the worker's day either. The employee gritted her teeth and forced a smile on her flushed cheeks.

" Actually, it's Buffy," Buffy corrected the woman as she clasped her hands together, and squeezed them tightly. The elder did nothing but stand there with the same joyfully hideous smile she had since she had approached the counter. The same smile that had been driving Buffy crazy.

Soon, Buffy realized she was not the only one growing impatient of the elder. The blonde man behind her smacked his head against his hands which were decorated with Black nail polish. He sighed and turned around to his friend behind him.

" This is ridiculous! This isn't a Fast Food service, this is an I'm Going To Bloody Die Before I Order service." The man complained.

This sent Buffy to into the pits of torment. He was right. If this lady didn't order soon, she would die of boredom or of holding in her anger.

" Will you please just order!" Buffy yelled. She closed her eyes tightly. When she opened them, the elder was ready to speak. Buffy sighed in relief as a wave of relief flowed through her and a smile creeped across her face.

" Do you have soup?" The woman ask with the same smile that Buffy was about to rip off her face.

" No. This is the Double Meat Palace. Therefore, no soup," Buffy retorted Harshly.

" So, you don't have soup?" She repeated.

Buffy's eyes rolled to the back of her head. She did not of time for this. Was she speaking another language? That must have been it. Or, perhaps this woman has just lost too many brain cells over the years. It's been known to happen.

" Listen! We don't serve soup! Okay? We serve meat!" Buffy spat as she slammed her hands down on the counter.

" Well, then do you have crackers?" The elder asked politely.

This really pinched Buffy's nerve. She couldn't take it. This just wasn't right! Allowing people like this to order at Fast Food places. It destroys their title.

" No! We don't. Serve. Crackers!" Buffy said enraged.

" So, then what do you serve?" The older lady asked, her sweetness now slowly fading away with Buffy's Patience.

" We serve meat! We serve Fries! And we serve drinks! We don't serve soup and we don't serve crackers! If you want food like that than walk your old decapitated backside to the restaurant down the street! Now, would you like to order something we actually have?" Buffy flared.

The lady jumped back a step. She became frightened. But, who wouldn't? Buffy had become a monster in less than thirty minutes. Though, not far from it.

" I-I'll just have a diet coke," She said in a low tone, still a little further away from Buffy.

" That's it?" Buffy asked enraged. " That's it? You've wasted Twenty seven minutes on a diet coke?!?"

" Well, I wanted soup and crackers, but you don't serve it," She said frightened as she moved aside to the next person who would complete her order. The blonde that was behind the elderly lady stepped up with his eyes rolled behind him.

" Finally, took bloody long enough," He said rudely as he put his hand on the counter and stared intently at Buffy.

" So, you're the git that caused all this ruckus. Must say, I'm quite impressed," He said slyly. But Buffy wouldn't have it.

" And I'm quite depressed. So, if you wouldn't mind ordering so you can get out of my face, wow, that would just be great." Buffy spat as her temper flared and her patience become impatient.

The man's smirk quickly faded to a distained look of anger. He looked as tough as he was. His indented cheek bones, though disturbing on Michael Jackson, brought him strength. Or, at least his appearance. His leather attire contributed more to a bad-boy look.

" If you say so," He said coolly.

He placed and elbow on the counter where he soon rested his face. He looked tired and his body slumped to fit his look. He gazed at the menu while his smirk soon returned.

" Do you have any soup?" He asked with deceitful intentions.

Buffy paused. She was speechless. Motionless. She couldn't do anything but stare in wonder at what he was doing. Was he purposely trying to drag her to her breaking point? If he was, it was working.

" How about crackers?" He added after seeing no response.

If he hadn't had seen a response before, he would no. Buffy extended her hand to the collar of his pattern shirt, and dragged him closer to her while she bent her body closer to him. Their faces were merely inches apart. Her gaze was now completely focused on him.

" Am I speaking another language or something? We don't have soup and we don't have crackers! We serve burgers! We serve drinks! And we serve Fries! Doesn't anyone grasp that concept? Or maybe it's just that you British bastard's have the mind of mentally disabled old farts!" Buffy let loose.

She couldn't help it. How could anyone honestly help it when put in the position she was just in? It was torment. Plain and Simple. There was no way out. It was a one way road.

" Buffy?" A voice asked behind her.

Buffy turned her head without loosening grip and faced her manager. No smile. No frown. Just sheer disgust. Buffy chuckled nervously and quickly tightened the grip on the man she was to be serving.

" Are you alright, sir?" The manager asked.

Spike brushed himself off and looked - eye wide - at the manager. His mouth dropped as he slapped his hands down on the counter.

" Am I alright? Let me answer that with a ' did you just see what she 'soddin did to me?' She just attacked me! Of course I'm not alright!" The man yelled.

" You 'soddin American's are so rude!"

" Well then maybe you should get the hell out of our country!" Buffy yelled as she reached for him again. But, her boss grabbed her hand and began to pull her into a room.


" You can order anything you want for free, as much as you want, and I'll speak with you as soon as I speak with Mrs. Summers here," The manager yelled towards the man.

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" Buffy, have you completely lost you're mind?" The manager scream, anger filling his voice.

Buffy swallowed hard. How could she explain to him how horrible her day had been? First, she woke up to get a message from her Boyfriend, Angel, that he was dumping her. Then, no water would work, so she had to rinse her hair in the toilet. Then, she drops her chicken hat in the mud. Then, when she gets to work some elderly lady hold up the line for thirty minutes. Then, some British bastard makes with the smartass and she attacks him.

" Nope. Just a bad day…" She said in a depressed matter.

" Well, you're day just about to get a whole lot worse," he said with a voice of regret.

" You don't mean-" Buffy began, but stopped when she knew he did.

" Yes, I do. You're fired, Buffy."

Buffy's eyes begin to tear. She needed this job or else she would lose her apartment. Her boss knew that ever since her mother died she was living on her own. How could he do this her.

Dumb Question. Buffy thought when she realized what she had done.

" Listen, please. Don't fire me. I need this job or else I'll have to sell my house. I can't afford to lose this job…" Buffy pleaded.

" And I can't afford a law-suit. You do the crime, you deal with the punishment."

With that, her boss got up to tend to the mess she had just made. Her mess. Why did that not surprise her? Her whole life was a mess! What was one more thing to add on to it?

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Buffy finished folding her uniform, and placed it on her boss's desk. She sighed, and a tear of pain strolled down her face. Her life was falling apart. She was really alone now. She couldn't pretend she had some one by her side, because she didn't. She didn't have a mom, didn't have a dad, no siblings, and as of today no boyfriend. She just lost her job which was basically the only social life she ever had, and her only two friends moved to L.A. together.

Buffy sucked it in, and held her own. If she wanted to be strong, she had to act it. She nodded to the empty room and made her way back to her apartment. When she opened the door, it too was empty. Just like her life. No one or nothing in it. Just her.

She sighed heavily as she threw her keys across the room. Her jacket and purse soon followed. She screamed of anger.

" Fuck!"

Once again, there was silence. The silence that seemed to haunt Buffy wherever she was. The silence that pulled her back into her lowlife standards.

With one quick swipe, she knocked over the oak end table that had held her answer machine.

What does it matter? She thought. No one's going to call anyway.

Buffy put her hands atop her head and took a deep breath in.

" When's life going to get easy?"

She bent down and started to pick up what she had just swiped off her table. After she put on the last candle, she put the answer machine on. She stared at it like it was some holy god that she should be bowing down do.

She pressed the button down and listened.

You have one Message.

Hey Buffy! It's me, Willow! Well, guess what! Me and Xander are getting married!!

A faint smile appeared on Buffy's quivering lips. She was happy for her. She really was. She was proud that her two best friends were getting married. The last she heard, things were getting a lot more serious. But, she had not expect this.

Anyway, um, the wedding is in a month. Xander's inviting one of his buddies from Jersey Before he moved to Sunnydale, so, I thought why not invite Buffy? Here's the Address…

Buffy smiled to herself as she looked around her now wrecked apartment. That's what she needed. She needed to get away from here. Away from this apartment. Away from her life. She need her friends.

So, hopefully I'll see you there. I can't wait till the wedding! Bye! I missed you!!!!

This is going to be fun.

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Author's Note: Hey, so how do you all like it? I hope you enjoyed it. Please review. I know that this isn't very Buffy and Spike charactering, but it will be shortly.