So Much to Tell You
Summary: Spike calls Buffy from Wolfram and Hart after finally deciding to tell her that he's back.
Author's Note: Wow, thanks to the people who reviewed this piece. I'm so glad you liked it! And now, without further ado, I present to you chapter 2! Enjoy, and please feel free to tell me if you've got any ideas of something you think should or might happen next chapter.
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Spike stared at the phone in his hands for a few seconds, then pressed it against his ear. It was ringing. Suddenly, he got nervous. His eyes began looking towards the floor as he quickly ran his decision through his mind again.
No, I can't. He thought, and quickly hung up before anyone answered. Bloody hell, why can't I? Why can't I do it, it's a simple thing where I tell her I'm alive and then we talk. How bloody hard can it be?
There was a knock on the door.
'Bugger off!' Spike yelled as he stared at the phone in front of him. Buffy's name was displayed on the screen, and Spike just watched it closely for a few minutes. He ignored the person at the door, and eventually they went away.
Watching Buffy's name, Spike had another attack by his conscience. You can't do this to her, you can't just tell her that you're alive and expect everything to be okay. It's not that simple. Things are going to be difficult between you and Buffy and there's nothing you can do about it. Except for not tell her, it's all you can do to stop things from getting out of hand.
'Bloody hell no, I need to tell her. She needs to know.' Spike replied to the voice in his head aloud. 'I owe her enough to be honest and tell her that I'm here and alive. She would want to see me.'
The door burst open. 'Spike, I need my phone.' Angel walked in and found Spike sitting on the desk in the office with his cell phone in his hand.
Spike looked up. 'I… I'm not finished with it.' He replied cautiously.
'Did you call her?' Angel asked. Spike shook his head. 'I told you that you couldn't do it.' Angel closed the door behind him.
'Don't even start Angel, I dialled the number and I'm still prepared to tell her, it's just my conscience keeps stopping me. I keep thinking about how she'll react and how much she'll hate me, but I also think about how glad she'll be to hear that I'm alive.' Spike explained.
Angel sympathised. 'Spike, do you want me to dial?' Spike thought about it for a moment. 'It might make it easier for you.'
'No. Don't do this Angel. Don't act like you care. I need to do this on my own, just give me some time.' Spike shot.
'Well, time is something you don't have. I need my phone.' Angel repeated. 'Just jot down the number and I'll go, you can use the office phone.' Angel felt kind of stupid offering all of this to Spike, the one person in the world he ever truly hated.
Spike looked at Angel, satisfied with the offer. 'Thanks Angel.' He said as he grabbed a pen and wrote down the number on the screen. He then handed the cell phone to Angel and he turned to leave.
Angel stopped and turned back to Spike. 'Tell me what she says.' He said as he left and closed the door behind him. Spike was left alone again with only a number and a fading will to call the once love-of-his-life. Could he still do it?
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Author's Note: I know this one is really short, but I had to put a twist in there somewhere. Was anyone reading and going, OMG he was going to do it! Why didn't he do it! Well, next chapter I promise that he will.