Author: BlackHeartedRebel
Summary: Over the course of two weeks, the songs Buffy and the gang hear on the radio become more than coincidental. Could there be someone watching them? (Romance Femslash,) You dun like? Then be gone, evil homophobe -glare- I think this takes place in the last season.
Pairings: B/F, MINOR W/K, W/T(you'll see, oh you'll see..-Evil laugh- :P) and very minor F/?
Disclaimer: Nothing, I own. Simple, is it not? My Yoda speak confusing, it is. XD
Radio Conspiracy Theory
The blonde slayer stormed out of the training room in a huff, acting immaturely, she knew, but how rude could Faith possibly be?
'Checkin' me out, B?' Faith had asked with her signature smirk.
'What! No! You perv.' Buffy said half-heartedly, though she was, indeed, checking her training partner out.
'You want summa this?' the other slayer had said jokingly, bumping Buffy with her hips.
She didn't know why, but her face went totally red from that comment, either from anger or embarrassment, but she shouted some profane curse towards the brunette and found herself picking up her weapons bag and storming out.
As soon as she got home, the full effect of her regret and guilt for saying such an awful thing to Faith had sunk in.
She sighed, showered, and flopped down on her bed, where she lay now, half an hour later.
'Should I just call her?' She thought to herself. She nodded, hoping the younger girl would accept her apology.
She dialed the number of Faith's cell phone.
"Faith? Hi... Faith?" It only took a word to get the other girl to hang up, and that had left Buffy hurting more.
She hung up the receiver and lay down, caring less and less about the water that was wetting her pillow.
She glanced at her clock, 'Dawn won't be home from school for another hour' She sighed heavily and leaned over, flipping her mini pink radio on and tuned it to "Classic Soft Rock".
'Good, something to put me to sleep.' She thought.
"COMING UP NEXT ON CSR 102.4, we have some George Michael for you, followed by some Soft Cell," The announcer's voice boomed through the small speakers, and Buffy semi-shrugged. George Michael wasn't so bad.
Everything was fine...until the song started.
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you
But I've got to think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too
Buffy tapped her finger on her leg, oblivious of any meaning behind this.
Oh but I
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
And when that love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showing you the door
'Cause I gotta have faith...
Her eyes went wide, and she leaned over as quickly as humanly (or Slayerly) possible, flipping it off.
"Now that is just unfair." She sort of laughed at herself, and the irony of that song.
She sighed, running her fingers through her hair and shaking her head.
'This is silly, it's probably over now anyways...' She thought, and flipped it back on.
Yes I've gotta have faith... The song finished, and Buffy nearly growled, she picked up the radio and threw it across the room, leaving a nice little dent in her pink wallpaper.
'Stupid faith...' She thought, unsure of who she was referring to.
(Want more? I have lots, believe me. - B.H.R.)