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. 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.

Sorry for the No-Posty-ness, but I've been really busy with school and things, plus a touch of writers block from stress I suppose.

All lyrics in square brackets mean that the song is already playing when the character turns the radio on

I'm comin' 'round to open the blinds

You can't hide here any longer

My God you need to rinse those puffy eyes

You can't last here any longer

And yes they'll ask you where you've been

And you'll have to tell them again and again.

Willow folded the small t-shirt half-heartedly. She put it down in the pile, and it unfolded, again, for the third time. She absently picked it up again and folded it once more. The reason behind her distance was today… the anniversary of Tara's death. The red-head's ears tuned into the rain tapping on the window ledge, and she thought of the first night she and Tara had ever been together.

It's extra flamey… Kept running through her mind, and she almost smiled every time. She missed the blonde so much, and to this day, three years later, her heart still ached and yearned to be near her. She wanted to visit the gravesite again this year, as she had done each one before, but she was with Kennedy now, and she was positive it wouldn't be right.

"Will, do you have my purple socks? With the monkeys on them?" Dawn's high-pitched voice rung through her ears and snapped her out of her trance.

"Hmm?" She asked, looking up.

"Purple socks with the… here!" The teenager squealed slightly and pulled one of them out from under the pile of laundry. "Have you seen the other one?" She asked, taking slight notice of Willow's face.

"Will…? You know, you should go visit her." Dawn said knowingly, one eyebrow raised.

Willow sighed and tilted her head to the side.

"I wish I could, Dawnie, but…"

"Don't let her stop you." Dawn said bitterly, grossing her arms and rolling her eyes. She had never liked Kennedy too much, and it was times like this that made her dislike her even more.

"I really shouldn't. But I have to, it's just not right for me to still be hurting after all this time." Willow said convincingly. Dawn didn't buy it. She sat down on the bed, her eyebrows drawn together in an inquisitive frown.

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day.

Well I promise you you'll see the sun again

And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness

And I promise you you'll see the sun again.

"Do you… love her?"

"Yes, very much."

"I meant Kennedy." Dawn said with a smirk.

"Oh… I… don't know." Willow said, frowning and looking up at the ceiling.

Dawn raised her eyebrows and yanked the sock out of the Wicca's hand.

"Got it!" She said, and ran out of the room.

The action was lost on Willow, as she was still deep in thought. Did she ever really love Kennedy? Or was it just a quick fix for her problem? She picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

"Yeah, hi baby… um… I might not be home when you get off. Yeah, I'm gonna go out for a while… yeah… you too, bye." She said, and hung up. She only realized just now that all the times Kennedy had said 'I love you', Willow had vaguely returned a 'same here', or 'you too'… She couldn't help but wonder if Kennedy knew what she was to her all along.

She sighed, knowing that she should get moving before the cemetery closed. She glanced at her watch, and saw that she had a couple hours to spare. The cemetery was just around the corner, so that would give her an hour to finish up the laundry, and an hour to confess, and confide in Tara's tombstone.

She decided that she would need some music to pass the time, and she flicked on her alarm clock radio. It didn't get the best of signals, but it would do. She twisted the knob, searching for a working station. All the station's she usually listened to were heavy on static and unclear, which she assumed was from the rain. She came across the only working station: Mello Music 96.4

Willow sighed; she really didn't need anything else slow and painful flowing into her other than her own thoughts and blood. God, I need her…

Come on take my hand

We're going for a walk,

I know you can,

You can wear anything as long as it's not black

Please don't mourn forever

She's not coming back

She sniffed, and these few lyrics pierced straight through her.

"She's… she's never coming back…" She whispered to herself, sliding down to sit on the floor, knees clenched to her chest.

And yes they'll ask you where you've been

And you'll have to tell them again and again

And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day

Well I promise you you'll see the sun again

And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness

And I promise you you'll see the sun again

And I promise you you'll see the sun again

Do you remember telling me you found the sweetest thing of all

You said one day this was worth dying for

So be thankful you knew her at all...

But it's no more

Willow nodded to herself, as if there was a person in front of her, speaking to her, pointing out facts and telling her she should forget Tara. Her Tara. She wouldn't have it, and she couldn't.

And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness

She stood up, and flung the laundry off the bed, grabbing her coat which was concealed beneath it, and slipped it on, walking out and closing the door quietly.

See the sun again…

Sun again….

See the sun again…

I fragile looking hand reached put from behind the door, and switched off the radio. They then dropped their black hooded arms to their sides, and whispered.

"Yes… she will see the sun again…"

And faded into the shadows.

(A.N. : Stay tuned for Part 2)