Disclaimer: I do not own Futurama

I would like to thank retro mania for asking me to give this fanfiction a shot and CuddlyChristina for helping me write this first chapter. No need to keep trying to add more into Futurama, we have Eureka and Rick and Morty.

Fry used to like sleeping in, but now he was awake everyday at 5:30 AM ready to start his day.

He got up, was able to take a shower, and finally got dressed after drying off, before he then went out to have breakfast.

Usually he ate breakfast at his job where all his friends would be. Not today. Today he would eat at an actually breakfast restaurant.

"Hello, sir. Welcome to McCoffee's Breakfast Bar! Would you like a seat?" a server asked.

"Yes, thank you." Fry said to the server. He smiled his friendly way.

"Sure, please follow me!" the server told him, eventually guiding him to a table that was near the windows. As Fry found a sat down, he began looking through the menu.

Just through walking by, Fry looked up to see a pink alien who surprised him as he felt her gaze on him. That feeling was looming uncertainty.

"Greetings, young human." she said.

"Uh...excuse me, but who are you?" Fry asked.

"My name is S'Mag. I just saw you sitting alone and wanted to say hi."

"My name's Fry. Nice to meet you!" he said, sporting a smile as he stood up and shook her hand.

"I guess that name is either your last name or a nickname. There are very strange and humorous names for aliens in New New York, but never Fry."

"Actually, Fry's my last name. My full name is Philip J. Fry." he told her.

"Philip. Just like other Phil's in Sci-Fi comedies only yours sounds more like a sea captains name."

Fry suddenly laughed, and replied, "That's a pretty funny compliment you made there, S'Mag. Speaking of your name, I thought your name was S'Mog."

"S'Mog?" S'Mag asked. She too chuckled at his words, and replied, "You're a pretty funny guy there. In fact, do you mind if I share the same table as you?"

Fry quickly gave her the signals it was okay for her to sit next to him. The seat has all the feeling of a seat unused by anyone. She still enjoyed sitting in it.

After taking their time looking at the menu, they finally decided on what they wanted to eat. And just in the nick of time, too, as an alien waiter with octopus-like arms arrived and asked, "Hello, and welcome to McCoffee's. May we take your order, please?"

"Yeah, coffee and make it strong." Fry said still addicted to it after one hundred coffees in one day.

"I'll go for some coffee, myself, too. Though make it French roast for me." S'Meg replied.

"And what will you be having for breakfast from the menu?" the waiter asked.

"I'll have a skillet with mushrooms and spinach." Fry said.

"And I'll have oyster bugs with some cream sauce." S'Meg said.

"Allright then, I'll be back in a jiff with your orders!" the waiter replied, before he took off to get their food once they were ready.

Fry looked at S'Meg who watched him. Neither of them knew if they should be smiling or feeling awkward about sitting at this table.

"I mean, we just met some time ago, and I don't understand how we'd got the same table. I kinda get the feeling that it's some part of a big plan." he said.

"Me neither." S'Meg replied, nodding her head in agreement.

The waiter returned with their orders. S'Meg gobbled down what looked like old cheese and lava faster than Fry could drink a coffee.

"Wow, you're pretty fast when it comes to eating!" he exclaimed, before making sure there was enough half-and-half in the coffee, before he began drinking.

Fry enjoyed this cup of coffee better than any of the one hundred coffees he's had before.

He then started eating his breakfast, though S'Meg had just finished up chowing down.

"Wow. The only other person I've seen who can eat that fast is Bender because he doesn't taste anything and his mouth is like a garbage can." Fry said.

S'Meg chuckled, and replied, "That's pretty funny of you to say that."

Eventually, Fry had finally finished eating his breakfast, and he said, "That sure was filling." before he chose to pay the waiter once he came back.

"It was nice meeting you, Fry. Hope to see you again here maybe...tomorrow. I don't know, food was good but a restaurant isn't worth stopping by if the prices are too high."

"Yeah, I gotta agree with you on that. Catch you soon!" Fry told S'Meg, and both smiled before seeing each other off.

Fry got to see the face of his best friend Bender with his hands on a hooker bot.

"Your a little late best buddy."

"Sorry, I had to go get breakfast, not to mention I met someone new." Fry replied.

"Really? Who was that, exactly?" Bender asked, until the hooker bot asked, "Aren't you supposed to be paying me for my lapdance?"

Fry looked at Bender in a way that proved he wasn't in the mood for that, but gave Bender the money he needed for his lap dance anyway.

"I'll be waiting outside once you're done." Fry replied, before walking off. Some time later, after the hooker gave Bender a lapdance, Bender came back to see Fry. "You said you met someone new?" he asked.

"Yes. Thank you for actually pretending like you care. She's a nice pink skin-"

"She's a shapeshifter, dude."

"A shapeshifter?!" Fry asked, flinching in surprise. "How'd the h*** did you know about that?!" he added.

"I happened to come across her a few days ago, and she was this really mushy-looking slime." Bender replied.

Fry was a little embarrassed he couldn't tell a shapeshifter from an alien after that planet adventure with that womanizer shapeshifter.

"Wow...I don't know what to say; now I'm not too sure as to what she'll look like the next time I see her." Fry said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Bender had a good chuckle at Fry's predicament. He was glad all his girls were robot strippers.

"Well, anyway, was there anything important going on? Wonder why I'm late?" Fry asked him.

"Not really, meatbag."

"Are you serious?! Then I came all the way for nothing?!" Fry asked, before letting out an agitated sigh.

"Came where? All you do is eat from the same place you gluttonous bum."

"Excuse me, but what's going on here?!" Leela's voice called out. As she approached them, she told Fry, "Thank god you're here."

"Yeah. Does the Professor need all of us on a delivery?" Fry asked.

"Well, yes, I believe so." Leela replied.

"Aw man, I had no idea about that!" Bender exclaimed, facepalming.

"Yes, if you did you would have stayed with the stripper bot." Levels quoted.

"Gah, whatever. Let's do this, cause I ain't got all day, anyway!" Bender replied, rolling his eyes.

For once Leela agreed with Bender. She too had plans of her own when her work day was finished.

"So do I. And what about you, Fry?" she said, before asking Fry. "Well, I wanted to talk to you about this weird shapeshifter named S'Meg." he replied.

"S'Meg? That is the name of a shapeshifter who works in a gym. She's a personal trainer. I go there to forget about how men are such idiots by beating up men at the gym and there she is criticizing my moves."

"Whoa! You actually know her?!" Fry asked, instantly surprised.

"Well, a bit." Leela replied.

"I bet you never even share a one minute conversation with her because your so competitive, Leela," Bender said.

"Well, she's always bitching about my combat prowess, but I never actually talked to her or anything like that." Leela replied.

"Well if you stop talking about it maybe you can find her and talk to her yourself." Bender suggested.

"If I must." Leela responded.

"Well, I found S'Meg to be a pretty easygoing sort of woman; didn't know she had some sort of attitude." Fry said, cupping his chin in introspect.