A/N: I'd just like to apologize for not having updated in a while. I've been swamped with school work, and this is my first free moment in days. Enjoy!

Dedication: Spiffswishy, degrassiiloveyou, and Life Starts Now. I know there are many more reviewers out there, but these are my three for dedication as of this chapter. Keep 'em coming, guys! ;)

Note: This first drabble was requested by Miss. Rouge Apple, for her love of Alfred/Mary—I mean Albert/Mary.

Waffles on a burger:

Albert is exhausted. He has spent untold hours with his grill today and feels drained. He wishes he could go home…to sleep…to take a few moments and rest…

Then the door opens. Albert's head jerks up. Before him stands his most faithful customer, and an all-around good girl: Mary. She is smiling, her eyes lit up and sparkling in the fading light.

"I sorry, Albert… I know it's late, but…"she gestures wordlessly to the hungry prees who trail inside the restaurant behind her.

"It's no problem," Albert says. He puts his cap back on and begins to work; he's suddenly not tired at all.

*

Ten minutes later Albert serves the waffle burgers to Mary and her kids. She smiles at him gratefully and bites into her meal.

"Thanks Albert," she murmurs, "You really are an angel." But Albert isn't so sure. Not when the most golden thing he's ever seen is sitting before him.

The best of them all:

They've been at it again. Quinn and Edilio; both of them fighting for her attention and love. Lana scoffs to herself. She already has a lover. She has the best of them all.

Her lover is kind. Her lover is giving. Her lover is a martyr, a saint. Her lover gives everything up to help those in need; to bring health back to those Lana herself cannot reach. And for that she is eternally grateful.

Lana opens the door to the hospital wing. Dahra is sitting at her desk, studying her medical textbook, a frown on her lovely features. However, when she sees Lana, she breaks out into a smile bright as the sun.

"Anything wrong?" Dahra asks, putting her arms around Lana, kissing her neck.

"Nope," Lana says, forgetting all about her boy troubles. "Nothing at all."

Watching:

Normally, Drake doesn't watch people. In fact, he avoids most anything to do with people; physical contact, social interaction, the works. The only humans he can stand are the ones he makes suffer.

However, Caine is different.

Drake doesn't know why. Perhaps it has something to do with the way he holds himself, so strong and tall. Or, the way he is confident and in control at all times; power hungry and ruthless. It might even have something to do with hormones. Caine is, after all, an unbelievably attractive boy.

Still, Drake doesn't ponder over these things often. He was never one for deep thoughts.

Especially not when Caine is kissing him distractingly, the way he is.

Magic girl:

Orc can't stand it. She's mocking him again, waving her now-glowing hands in his face. The others are standing behind her, cheering on their funny, beautiful leader as she stands up to the bully. She is grinning, her green hands making a light show in the air.

Orc's grip on the bat tightens. If only she wouldn't taunt him so…

Orc can't take it any more. He swings.

He forever regrets.

A/N: That last one is aimed at you, Rouge Apple. I hope I meet your Orc/Bette standards! I'm still taking drabble requests, by the way. Feel free to submit one/review!