A/N: - means change of POV. Hope you enjoy!
Angel hated phones. Why call when you can just go there? he wondered. Unfortunately, Angel Investigations was under attack, so leaving was impossible. Reluctantly, he picked up the phone.
Giles had just sat down with his morning tea and paper when the phone rang. He glanced up from his paper, and cast his glance about the room until his gaze fell on the phone. Who could be calling at this hour? Reluctantly, he set down his paper and tea, walked over, and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Giles?" This was hard to make out, as in the background there were distinct sounds of swords clashing and fists hitting flesh.
"Angel? What has prevented you from coming to Sunnydale, as so befits your style?" Why are you calling? It's so unlike you. Though I suppose the battle sounds in the backgroung might have something to do with it.
Angel had to admit, he was surprised Giles had picked the phone up. But seriously, what did that last part even mean? "What?"
"I suppose that was rather British of me. Yes, yes... Let me rephrase. Why are you calling, instead of coming here?"
"Angel Investigations is under attack. And Dru's- No! Cordy! Don't let him cut-"
Too late. The phone had been cut.
In Brazil, Drusilla twitched wildly. "Sunshine's slave of darkness can't say everything!"
Spike was momentarily surprised, thinking Dru meant him, but then realized shee meant Angel. Should have known the big poofter would balls it up. Guess I'll just have to take matters into my own hands.
A/N: I hope you liked the similarities in their thoughts. Of course I couldn't let Angel deliver the information, that would circumvent Spike coming to Sunnydale. And as this will be Spuffy, (duh, Spike's surrounded by her) Spike had to get there. Hope you enjoyed!