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. And also, thanks Rj for the idea for this chapter. Props!

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Chapter Two: Air Head

" Now boarding all flights. Now Boarding all flights." A calm and gentle voice called through the intercom at Sunnydale Airlines.

Buffy sighed as she stood up from the uncomfortable metal things people tend to call seats. Buffy called it the diabolical torture device. What else could it be called by other than the true meaning and affect it causes to one's bottom.

Buffy rolled her blue Ion Brand suitcase with her on her way to the flight attendant. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a dark blue passport.

" Passport, please." The attendant said sweetly.

Buffy gazed around the room nervously. Honestly, she was afraid. It was her first time ever boarding a plane. Plus, with the tales of horrid happenings, she was even more insecure about the whole ordeal.

" Passport, please." The attendant repeated herself.

" Oh, right. Sorry." Buffy apologized as she handed her passport over to the flight attendant.

After a moment, she paused and glanced up at Buffy, who smiled sweetly in return. She cocked a brow when the attendant did not break eye contact for a minute or so.

" Um, is there a problem?" Buffy asked curiously.

" May I please see you're I.D?" The attendant asked as she glanced at the passport and then back Buffy.

" What are you talking about? That's me in this picture. I just got it taken a few days-" Buffy was cut off by and over joyously - yet slightly aggravating - flight attendant.

" May I please see you I.D?" She repeated just as she had before.

Buffy nodded frightfully and took out her wallet. She opened the leather pouch where she holds her Driver's License, but then froze.

What? Buffy asked herself as she put her wallet back in her purse.

Then it hit her. This morning she left her license on the kitchen table. Buffy rested her head on her dipped hands, and took a deep breath before returning her focus to the attendant.

" I'm sorry I don't have my license with me." Buffy apologized kindly as she pointed to her picture on her passport. " But that is me."

" I'll have to get a second opinion…" She said in a tone of disbelief.

Buffy sighed in an annoyed breath. This couldn't be happening. Either her entire appearance had changed in the last week, or this flight attendant was suffering from sever delusions.

" Listen, I'm telling you! That's me. I'm sorry if I don't have make-up on now. I'm sure I would have if I had known that I was going to get harassed about my passport!" Buffy fumed.

" Please, lower you're voice, Ma'am." The attendant cooed as she placed her hand on her raised pelvis.

Buffy eyes rolled as she grit her teeth. It was getting hard not to just completely vent out on this person. How could she not believe it was her on her own passport. Buffy shook her head in disbelief as the attendant called over her co-worker for a second opinion.

This is not happening. Buffy thought as she plopped on her luggage. She could hear a few Mmhmm's and I see's saw the worker nodding his head repeatedly. Buffy let out a deep breath.

1. 2. 3...She began counting in her mind to pass time.

" Okay, Mrs. Summers. I've got my second Opinion, and we've allowed you to board this plane. Here's you're passport back." She said with an eerie uptight voice.

Buffy quickly grabbed the passport and gave a fake smile.

" Gee, thanks," She mumbled as she made her way to airport.

When she boarded the plane, it was completely full. She rolled her eyes when she saw some one sitting in her seat.

" Excuse me!" Buffy said aggregately. " You're in my seat!"

" There's one back there!" The passenger said with his deep Italian accent.

" Yes, I see that. But, this is my seat. " Buffy said collectively, still keeping her cool. Or, at least as much of it as she could.

" Well, toots, I'm not 'movin," He retorted as he crossed his arms around his blubbery chest.

Buffy rolled her eyes in disgust and moved towards the next seat. It was a window next to an over-weight man with his head plopped on an oversized pillow and drool dripping out of his open mouth.

Buffy cringed at the very thought of having to sit next to that. She looked around the plane for a better seat. And there it was! The perfect seat next to a gorgeous guy. Black hair, green eyes. Just as she was about to approach him, a girl sat down and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Figures. Buffy thought as she sat down next to the heavy drooler.

She sat down, and attached her seat-buckles. She looked at the man next to her. At least he was quite. This whole plane seemed quite. No one was talking. Buffy sighed in relief. As she looked out the window, the ground grew farther and farther in the distance.

Buffy smiled to herself. She was finally leaving Sunnydale. Not for good, of course. But, every now and then a girl just needs to break out. Or, at least, get out. Which predictable as it is, Buffy hasn't done in quite a while.

1 Hour Later…

Buffy's eyes bolted open. What happened to the silence? Who dare disturb her tranquility? Who dare destroy her mere proximity to peace? Buffy's features wrinkled with anger as she listened to the music. It was I wanna be sedated by Offspring.

It was coming from behind her. It wasn't as loud as it could have been, insinuating that it was coming from headphones. It was clear that some one was blasting music through their headphones, without the headphones actually being on.

Smart. Buffy thought as she rubbed her ear lobe. That was something she did a lot. When she was really nervous or really pissed off. Now, she was wagering towards pissed off.

A Flight attendant came by with a cart and Buffy shook her hand, almost uncontrollably, as she came by.

" Would you like some bottled water?" She offered quickly.

Buffy nodded and grabbed the water off the cart. She tried to open the cap, attempt after attempt, until she finally fumbled it open. She took a quick sip of it while she rubbed her ear-drum with the other.

Was it her, or was the music getting louder? It was probably her considering it was driving her crazy. She couldn't keep it to herself. It seemed humanly impossible at the time with madness like this. Why wasn't anyone saying anything to the person with the music?

Perhaps everyone else would sit there, and hold their tongues, but she would not have it. Buffy's hands tightly grasped the arm rest as her veins jolted and her nerves tensed.

" Excuse me, person with the headphones! Mind turning it down a bit! Or, gee, I don't know, maybe putting them on your ears!" She yelled to the person before her.

Buffy smiled when the music stopped. With a small and quite yawn, she rested her head back to return to her tranquility. She had been dreaming about her and Angel. They were getting married and he had caught on fire when they walked out of the chapel. All Buffy could do was smirk.

He got what he deserve. Buffy said to herself.

Silence….

" Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours ago. I wanna be sedated. 'Nothin to do, no where to go-o. I wanna be sedated."

Buffy's eyes bolted open quicker than they ever had in her entire life. This was by far the worst madness she had ever encountered in her life. Besides the jerk at the Double Meat Palace.

Do you have any soup? How about crackers? How about I shove this foot up your- Buffy couldn't even mock people in her thought's without being disrupted.

" That's it! Will you please stop singing? Other people would like to sleep, ya know. Make with the singing elsewhere."

The singing had stopped. It was music to her ears, er, not literally. Seeing as that's the problem right now. Buffy smiled and plopped back down comfortably on the chair, her arms resting softly on the arm-rests.

Silence…

" Just get me to the airport, and put me on a plane. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Before I go insane."

Buffy couldn't believe it. What, did this guy have ADHD or something? Did he not understand that some people need to sleep? One thing's for sure, Buffy needed to.

" How about just get me to an airport and the hell off this plane! Hurry, hurry, hurry before I go insane!" Buffy yelled as she turned around, her arms flailing in the air in search of his throat.

Unfortunately for Buffy, and fortunately for Spike, the seatbelts did what they were meant for, and kept her in place. Still, Buffy tried to reach the man's throat, face, skin. Didn't matter. She just had to end the madness.

If it weren't for the flight attendant, she might have.

" Mrs.! Mrs.! Calm down! Take a deep breath and calm down!" She said as she tried to push Buffy's hands away.

" Do you see what this man's doing! Do you see it! He-he's drumming on the seat and singing…and…a-and…" Buffy stopped talking when she saw the flight attendant look at the man and then here.

What? Can't she see what he's doing? She thought as she rolled her eyes and pushed her head against the seat. She threw her arms up in defeat.

All the flight attendant saw was a man who was looking out the window, being attacked by a semi- no - a completely insane woman.

" We'll be landing in 15 minutes. If you promise to keep you're hands to yourself until we release this flight, then nothing will be done. But, if you keep this up, we will have to go further into this. Are you understanding this?"

Buffy nodded, and closed her eyes against the seat. Maybe she was overreacting. She's been through a lot in the past few days. Why wouldn't she be feeling aggravated? After all, she still had that British guy stuck in her head.

How rude was he? With his rudeness…and his rudeness…and his sexy accent…and his blue eyes…and his blonde hair…and eww! Jerk! ( A/N: Sorry. I had to put that in there! I mean, hello. Can anyone disagree? ;-) Luckily, Buffy snapped out of her train of thought. Not so luckily when she saw some one's feet sticking up on hear seat.

Stay calm, Buffy. Just wait till you get off the plane. Then you can deal with this jerk once and for all… Buffy thought as she resumed her grip on the arm rest. The man's feet began to dangle. Quicker. Quicker.

Silence…

" My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch! He tells me everyday. I said ' man you really got to lose you're chick. In the worst kind of way.'"

Buffy's grip tightened, her fingernails puncturing the fine-leather.

Fifteen Minutes Later…

" Now unloading flight 250. Now unloading flight 250."

Everyone stood up, ready to unload. Suddenly, a voice called to a young man named Andrew. He was small, young, and adorable. Not to mention clearly gay…or extremely feminine. The light brown haired boy looked towards the man who was seated behind Buffy.

" Hey, you!" The man called to Andrew.

" Um…me?" Andrew asked confused as he pointed himself in the chest.

" Yeah, come here." The man motioned as the boy smiled sweetly. After a moment, the boy did not move and the man become aggravated. " Now!"

" Oh, right. Sorry…" He said shakily, thought it seemed to be his normal voice.

Andrew approached his caller, and stood there. He was clearly confused. Some guy he didn't know called him over, for God knows what reason. He gulped harshly as his dry throat scraped.

" Can you do me a favor, and get in front of me in line? Because, I have this thing. I'm, uh…" The man looked around for something he could use an excuse. Then, he saw the man that Buffy had been sitting with. A smirk formed on his devilish face.

" I'm allergic to the cologne that man wears," he said as he pointed to the man next to Buffy.

Andrew took a whiff of the air and frowned.

" That's cologne? I thought it was rat sh-" He began, but the man pushed a CD player into his hands.

" See if you like this band really quick. And, uh, start walking."

" Um, okay."

Andrew put on head phones. As he started walking his head bobbed up and down in a childish and playful manner.

Buffy looked behind her to see a young man, perhaps around 21, her age. He had dark blonde hair, and he was kind of cute. He reminded her of a child hood friend she had. But, there it was, the evil CD player from hell!

Buffy's eyes squinted on the CD player, and then at the man she had been focusing on. Without warning, she grabbed his jacket and held onto him as they exited the plane.

" Hey…um…who are you?" The boy asked shyly.

Buffy laughed. She couldn't believe her ears. Could he possibly be serious? This was the guy that was behind her, drumming on her seat, singing those stupid songs, kicking her seat. This was him, and he was going to try to deny it.

Buffy wasn't one of the people who hold their tongues, don't say anything. Like mentioned before, she just doesn't put up with things. Taken from her previous events at her old job, she doesn't cope well…at all.

She unscrewed the cap to her water as a smile crept over her features. Andrew gulped and a fake smile showed on his lips. Buffy. Had. Enough. Slowly, she brought the bottle over his head and emptied every last drop of it over his head.

" Bye asshole," She said as she threw the bottle at his chest and walked away, her blue Ion Luggage rolling behind her.

Andrew approached the man that gave him the head phones and frowned.

"Did you see how macho I was? I mean, I should get mad props for that." He said adorably.

" Right. Well, thanks again. Now, give me my bloody CD player. Thanks." The man said as he took the CD player and walked away, leaving Andrew with nothing more than a confused gaze on the mystery man and a wet head.

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Author's Note: Okay, go me! I updated. Lol. Do you guys like?