On a Friday morning, Angel slammed down his notebook. "SPIKE!" Spike comes walking in Angel's office, "Yeah?" he said with an unenthusiastic attitude. "I want you to not be here this Saturday. You must leave." Angel replied firmly. "What the bloody...why can't I be here!" Spike asked, getting angry. "Because, Spike. I just need a break for a while." Spike thinks this over and says, "Are you going to pay to have me stay at a hotel?" "yes Spike. Whatever you'd like." "Alright!" Spike up and left. Soon as he was gone, Angel pressed line 1. "Harmony, get Buffy Summers on the phone." Ring...
B: Hello?
A: Its me, Angel.
B: Oh.
A: Andrew says you don't trust Wolfram and Hart anymore.
B: We don't. But I still like you.
A: Will you come visit me here, this Saturday? I'll pay for the tickets.
B: Okay, Angel.
A: Bye, Buffy.
B: Bye.
Wesley walks in and asks, "Who was that?" Angel thinks Wesley won't tell Spike so he answers, "Buffy. She's coming Saturday." "Oh, okay, I'll alert the staff." Angel sighs, "You can't tell Spike. He needs to go away. I can't tell her that." Wesley looks at him disgusted, "Oh, it's the competition isn't it. Spike loves her too, doesn't he?" Angel nodded and looks away. Wesley leaves angry.
Ending ONE: Friday afternoon came quickly, and Wesley knew that he must tell Spike that Buffy is coming on Saturday. "Spike..." Wesley stopped him. "Look, I can't really talk, I need to be out of here soon, or peaches will go all hell's loose on me. Sorry." "Spike. Angel is lying to you." Spike stops and drops the black suitcase he's carrying. "What do you mean?" Spike asks slowly. "I mean the reason he wants you out of the picture on Saturday is that someone is stopping by that he invited." Spike's face becomes soft, "Buffy." His face vamped. "He's not going to get away with this." Spike runs into Angel's office and starts to yell at him, "Why, of all the sodden things...you wanker. You bloody bint! How could you be sooo...oh all the conniving things!" Spike punched Angel and stormed off. "I was expecting that." Angel mutters. Spike goes into his office and calls Buffy from a number he picked up off Angel's desk. "Hello? This is Buffy, who is this." Spike breathes deeply as that is the first time he's heard the slayer since the Apocolypse. "Hello?"
S: Don't Come here Sunday, Buffy. Wait it out. Angel tried to get me out of the way, but he won't if you come another day-when I'm here.
(On the other line, Buffy gasped. His voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it.)
B: Who are you?
S: Let's just say that I'm someone you would want to see, pet.
(realizing he probably gave it away he cursed under his breath.)
B: Spike. Spike? SPIKE!
S: (rolling his eyes) yes it's me luv.
B: I thought you were dead! How-
S: long story, but will you
Ending Two: Spike thinks as he drives to the hotel nearby. Wonder who peaches is meeting with, Wesley said somebody important. Maybe I should get there at 8pm. Before the guest goes home. Yes. That's what I'll do. Spike checked into the hotel and smiles. Oh, peaches you'll be found out soon enough