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/ "?". Also, a small mention of the forever-evil B/S pairing (Eventually).

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Radio Conspiracy Theory

Chapter 2

'I, am awesome, I hung up on her! And it didn't even hurt!' Faith thought, lying with her arms tucked behind her head. A nice, relaxed position for someone who was being forced to live in a run-down motel.

'Not like she doesn't deserve it... bitch' She thought, her grin falling sharply. She sighed, however, knowing she could never really hate Buffy.

She suddenly got a surge of energy to do something. Perhaps clean her small room. It reminded her of rust, and water stains, and it smelled like week-old sex, but no matter how much she hated it, she always came back. Maybe, at one point, she had thought, maybe even hoped, that she could have lived with Buffy, and been an honorary Scooby. She snorted. "Cha-ha, right." She said aloud.

"Need some tunes..." She said, wiping her palms on her pant legs and reaching to press the power button on her digital radio.

"THE NEXT HOUR ON THE EDGE! WE HAVE SOME MARILYN MANSON, BUT FIRST! WE HAVE-" The speakers went static, and it continued in a slow motion kind of voice; "TRE-BL-E CH-A-RGER!!!!!!"

Faith did the horns symbol with her right hand and scrunched her nose "YEAAAH!" She yelled, hearing the heavy guitar intro.

Take a step off your soapbox and see

What it's like to be on the ground

Check your ego in detox, baby

Cause you're becoming unwound and it's killing me!

Faith walked around the room, picking up trash, used condoms, etc., swaying her hips to the bass line and humming along.

Everyone complains about you They don't even know what I've been through

I don't have the pain to doubt you

I just wanna throw you to the CROWD!

'Yeah, B. You'd like that...' She found herself thinking, not taking notice of the strange nature of the song.

Ask them if you want

I'll tell you what they'll say

A hundred million people voting my way

Loud

Everything is wrong

With everything you say

A hundred million people seeing my way!

Faith stopped for a moment. Grinning. She pointed her toe to the ground and did a little curtsey. "Oh but I'm Buffy! I'm never ever wrong!"

Go ahead play the hero, this time

If you have any spine

I'm at tolerant zero today

You can say anything to make me stay

With everything that's happened to me

I'm losing faith in everything I see

Waiting for the walls to break free

I'm listening but I can't hear a sound

She stopped abruptly at the mention of her name, and she suddenly found herself piecing parts of the lyrics together. It was way too coincidental, but it really meant something to her, something that hurt. She walked to the radio and switched stations, catching the end of another strange song.

'Cause I gotta have faith...

The song finished, and her head started throbbing. She turned off the radio and decided to sleep for a while. She wasn't feeling too well anymore.

(AN: Sorry, I know this chapter had a bit more song than story, but the next chapter contains a really HUGE twist. –suspenseful announcer voice-One without explanation, one with out cause! One that crosses so quickly past all boundaries that... you'll have to read it to believe it! Stay Tuned! XD)