A Job Well Done
Summery: Graham takes a new job
in the fight against evil
Date: September 20, 2000
Graham Miller had faced many horrors and overcome countless obstacles
during his career in the military. He had suffered humiliations
designed to break men, and then endured the training meant to rebuild
them. Graham had made a good soldier. He had followed orders, never
questioning, never wondering. . . Not even when he was given to a
'special' organization. . . Not even when they told him what that
'special' organization was going to be doing.
Graham was sent to Sunnydale. He made friends. He hunted and helped
capture things that were only supposed to exist in nightmares and the
odd non-Disneyfied children's story. Things were good. . . until they
began to fall apart. There was death, and betrayal, and loss. . . and
there was love. Somehow, in the midst of chaos, Graham had found the
man he would come to regard as his soulmate.
And all of that, amazingly enough, had led him here.
It wasn't such a big leap from his past life to this. Not really.
This was just another mission. Innocents were in danger. People needed
help. Someone had to take point.
Blue eyes suddenly glanced at the monitor on the far wall. Someone
was out there. This was what he had been trained for. It was time.
Graham took a deep breath. He adjusted his headset, swallowed his
pride, and spoke clearly into the mike. "Welcome to Crazy Burger, where
we're just crazy about burgers. Can I take your order?"
In a town like Sunnydale with a body count that's prestigious to
say the least, the deaths of four rather innocuous young men could very
easily go unsolved, or worse yet, unnoticed. But, luckily not everyone
on the Hellmouth was quite as apathetic towards the destruction of
innocent life, or towards the creatures that cause it.
Interest was piqued. Research was done. A pattern emerged.
These kills were not random. Each of these young men had something in
common. They had all been employed at Crazy Burger. They had all worked
the late, late shift. They had all been found horribly mutilated.
A plan was quickly devised. Someone would have to go undercover.
Yes, undercover. That just sounded so much better then 'being bait'.
Xander, having already been employed, and consequently fired, from
the restaurant was immediately taken out of the running, leaving only
Riley and Graham.
The tension ran high as the two ex-soldiers battled over who would take
the assignment. Finally, a decision was made. Each man held out one
hand. Riley's was flat, palm down. Graham's was balled into a fist.
Paper covers rock, and Crazy Burger was about to get it's newest
Graham sighed deeply and removed his paper hat. The outer doors had
been locked, but the drivethrough was scheduled to stay open another
few hours. Everyone else had already left for the night, and Graham was
alone in the building. At least, he *thought* he was alone. It was
pretty much a given that there was something lurking about, and not
just the Scoobies hiding in the bushes.
A car came, burgers were made. Another car came, sodas were poured.
Yet another car came, Graham began to mentally list the ways he could
kill a man with a plastic spoon. Perhaps it was good old fashioned
American know-how provided by the military, or public high schools, but
the former commando amassed a fairly long list.
Graham was about to start categorizing the deadly qualities of
drinking straws when a soft sound to his left put him on instant alert.
He watched as someone slowly stepped into view. It was the night
manager. Now, wasn't that a bit obvious?
"Hello, Mr. Kendel." Graham nodded slightly, his body almost
unconsciously readying itself for combat. "Thought you'd left for the
The manager cocked his head and gave the younger man a lingering
once over. "You know, I never expected to find someone like you working
here." He said, ignoring the question.
"That makes two of us." Graham murmured, slowly inching his way over to
"Where are you going, Graham?" The smile on Kendel's face got
bigger, impossibly so, as rows upon rows of jagged teeth were exposed.
It's pupil's lengthened into reptilian-like slits. A long, thin tongue
repeatedly darted out of it's deadly mouth. With a flashback to tenth
grade biology, Graham realized the creature was tasting the air. "You
s-s-smell *s-s-so* good."
"Eww." Graham grimaced, and opened the drivethrough window.
The creature laughed, a strange cackling, hissing sound that made
the human's skin crawl. "I don't think you'll fit though that, but if
it'll make you feel better, by all means-s-s, try." It began to
"It's not the escape route," Graham allowed himself a small smirk.
"It's the signal."
The creature stopped short, an almost comic look of confusion on it's
hideous face. "S-s-signal?"
A resounding crash came from the front of the restaurant. Two heads
swung around to see Buffy, in one of her majestic superheroine-like
poses, standing in the middle of the remnants of a floor to ceiling
glass window. One could never accuse the Slayer of not knowing how to
make an entrance.
The fight was short. The killing blow was swift. They decided to let
the morning crew clean up the mess.
And so ended an ex-commando's foray into the fast food industry.
Graham let out a happy sigh as he sank further into the almost
scalding water. Coconut scented froth tickled his nose as he patiently
waited for the floor show to begin. He had been promised an extensive
demonstration as to why The Fabulous Ladies Night club had been so
distraught at losing 'Alexander the Great'.
Xander appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, wearing his lover's
old commando uniform and the sexiest of smiles. "So, you survived Crazy
Burger." His fingers lightly traveled across his chest.
Graham licked his lips at the impending striptease. "Yep. Out of a job,
The younger man pulled the drab green sweater over his head, as his
hips slowly began to undulate. "Might know of some places that are
"R-really?" Graham was practically panting.
Xander grinned at him. "How are you at phone sex?"