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Spike picked up the phone. He had just 'returned' from trying to leave LA and was once again sitting in an empty office at Wolfram and Hart. He had managed to convince Harmony to get Buffy's address before he had left, but it had little use now. Phone still in hand, Spike waited for the operator to speak. Once he heard the voice, he recited the address and waited for the matching number.
Swallowing stiffly, he punched the number in, but ended the call before the first ring sounded. He laughed hollowly at himself. Angel was right, what could he say? 'Hello Buffy, its Spike… turns out I'm not dead after all.'
But she needed to know. He remembered how he had felt those few months after Glory when Buffy had been in the ground and he knew that – even though Buffy didn't love him as he loved her – his 'death' would have taken a toll on her.
He picked up the phone and hit redial, letting out an unnecessary breath as the second ring sounded. The familiar voice that had once upon a time caressed his name sounded lightly. "Hello?"
Spike was shocked into silence as the voice repeated itself. "Hello? Is anyone there? Dawnie, I swear, if you're fooling around again I'll –" The voice was cut off as the receiver dropped from Spike's stiff hands. He stared at it in silence before putting it down – ending the call. He dropped his face into his hands. "I can't do this," he muttered to himself.
Standing quickly, he made his way to the break room where he heated up some pig's blood before returning to the office. Sipping on his drink delicately, Spike fingered the phone cord as he stared in silence at the picture of Buffy and Dawn that he'd been carrying at the time of his 'death'. Spike smiled as he pictured Dawn berating him for not getting hold of them earlier. He could just hear the pitch of her voice rise in anger, just as her sister's did.
Gulping down the last few sips of pig's blood, Spike once again picked up the receiver. With a grim smile on his face he dialled the number. His eyes fell closed and his breath cut short as the third, and then the fourth ring sounded. On the fifth ring, Spike drew in a ragged breath and was just about to end the call when he heard it. "Hello?"
His eyes snapped open and – staring at the picture – his mouth curved into a smile as he greeted, "Hello, Buffy."
