A/N: I'll start doing song requests in the next chapter...let me know what you think. Should I do more songs or more of the storyline??

PS: Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. "Lovers in a Dangerous Time" belongs to Barenaked Ladies. Expect more BNL in future chapters...

Edward and I were all set to do our first show. We headed over to the radio show around 12:45 and caught the tail end of the guys before us. I could see them through the window. I waved at them, and one guy waved back. Their song ended and they went on the air. "And apparently someone's crazy enough to do a show from one to four," the guy who'd waved at me announced. He was tall with dark hair and a goatee. "I'm sure they'll have some good music for you and I wish them better luck than the last people doing the graveyard shift."

"May they rest in peace," his co-host added. He had short, wiry red hair and acne scars. "Beware the wrath of Caroline." I rolled my eyes. "Well, it's time for us to hit the sack…" There was the sound of someone getting slapped upside the head and a voice shouting "Ow!" Edward gave a quiet chuckle. Apparently these guys enjoyed using the sound effects board.

"I'm Adam, and this is Aaron, and you've been listening to the A-Team," the tall guy announced.

"We're gonna send you out with Pink Floyd and a song from their greatest album: Dark Side of the Moon," Aaron added.

"Good night!" Adam finished. Edward and I walked into the studio just as "Brain Damage" began.

"Seriously, you don't want to fall asleep like Jamie and Brian did," Aaron warned us. "Technically there was no dead air, because they had the mics on, but apparently there was a good half-hour of Brian snoring. Caroline was royally pissed."

Adam winked at us. "That wasn't what got her so mad," he confided. "Jamie was talking in his sleep. About Caroline."

Aaron winced. "I'm guessing he wasn't professing his love?" Adam just shook his head. "All right, we gotta go. Good luck with the show. By the way, what are your names?"

Edward and I introduced ourselves, then settled in to do our show as the A-team left. "Good morning, Dartmouth. I'm Edward Cullen…"

"And I'm Bella," I added. "We're going to be on the air with you until 4 AM. Let's get started with some music. Edward, what have you got lined up?" Despite my earlier worries, I was having fun with this.

"First up, Barenaked Ladies with 'Lovers in a Dangerous Time," he announced. He pressed a button, and the song began.

Don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by?
We never get to stop and open our eyes.
One minute you're waiting for the sky to fall,
The next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all.
Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time

"This reminds me of us," Edward remarked.

I remembered the early days of our relationship. My human days. They certainly had been dangerous times.

These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This fragrant skin, this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste

"Do you miss it?" I asked Edward. "Me being human, I mean?" Aside from the occasional pangs when I remembered my family, I had no regrets about my transformation. I certainly didn't miss my fragile body.

He didn't answer.

Lovers in a dangerous time
Lovers in a dangerous time…

The chorus repeated itself. Finally Edward spoke. "Before I transformed you, I was sure I would miss it. Even your scent," he added. "Every day you survived, each time I didn't kill you, was a testament to my love for you. But now…" He was silent again for a long moment, trying to put his thoughts in order. "I can't say I'm glad you decided to risk your soul for me. But I love having you in our family."

When you're lovers in a dangerous time
Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime
Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight
When you're lovers in a dangerous time

We'd certainly had to fight for our love. But we'd won.


We were lovers in a dangerous time
We were lovers in a dangerous time

Edward picked a few more songs, and then we went back on the air. I chose the next four. We continued that way, alternating between lists and going on air after each set. I thought the show would be uneventful until I played All Star.

"And that was Smash Mouth," Edward reminded the audience when the song finished. "Some good old '90's nostalgia."

"I don't think our listeners remember the nineties," I reminded Edward. "I suddenly feel old."

Edward laughed. "Wait until you're a hundred and thirty," he advised.

"Edward…" I began warningly.

He ignored me. "I'm serious, Bella. You're not even forty yet. You wouldn't even be old if you were still human."

"Edward!" I shouted.

"What?" he asked, confused.

I pointed at the sound board. Our microphones were still on.

There was a long moment of silence. "And obviously we didn't mean any of that. Now it's time for our next song," I said suddenly. "This goes out to all the ghouls and demons up in the middle of the night. Here's Michael Jackson with 'Thriller.'" I put the song on and very carefully turned the microphones off.

"What time is it?" Edward asked finally.

I glanced at the clock. "3:15," I told him.

"Do you think anyone's listening?"

"Probably not," I admitted. "At least, I hope not…"

He sighed. "Nice save," he complimented me.

The studio phone rang...

Mwa-ha-haaaa! Update coming soon.