Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Distribution: Ask and you shall receive.
Summary: Takes place in the beginning of Buffy S7. Spike's crazy in the basement and Angel pays a visit.
Author's Note #1: not sure if it's a subtle A/S or just plain gen. But read on anyway. ;) Oh, for more info on the fic read note #2 at the end.
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"Spike?"
Glance at the broken chair leg next to me and contemplate if staking myself would be an option. Probably not. God hates self slaughterer. Stupid ponce.
"Can you hear me? I'm here now."
Where were you earlier? When I called for you? Never here when I need you. Never here.
"I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner."
Always sorry. Guess what? Am winner of the 'Who's the Sorriest' contest. Piss off. Go be sorry somewhere else.
"Cordy had a vision, and we had to destroy the demon."
Destroy demons. Wonder why he's still here. He should be destroying demons, it's his quest and all. Why is he here then? Why am I here? I've got no quest. Destroy demons, am a demon. Can I take his quest and destroy myself? Can you take over someone's quest?
"I didn't get Buffy's message until later that night, and it was too late to drive here."
Sodding excuses. Can't even come up with better ones. Wanker. Could have gotten his pet humans to drive him. Never here when I need him. Never here.
"I came as soon as I could; I couldn't just leave all the cases unsolved and Wolfram and Hart."
As soon as he could, not as soon as he heard I called. Never here when I want him. Never here at all. Wonder if it's okay to kill myself if it's my quest. Am a demon after all. And quest says to destroy demons.
"I know this must be overwhelming for you, I know. I've been here before. Talk to me."
Wish he'd leave. Don't feel like talking or listening. He won't shut up. Always him, always about him. Never me. Never about me. Never here when I need him.
"I'm sorry I couldn't come when you called."
Don't want to talk. Want him to go away. Don't want to see anyone now. Room's crowded enough.
".but I'm here now, childe."
Pick up the broken chair leg. Ram it in his heart. Dust. Pretty dust. Like the fairy ones Dru sang about.
If he wasn't here when I needed him, he might as well not be here at all.
~ END ~
Author's Note #2: I didn't want to put this in the header since it would give away the ending.
But I wrote this because I was having a bad day and depressed and called my friend to talk. She didn't answer the phone, so I just left her a message. She called back later and kept on asking if I want to talk.
But you see, I didn't want to talk at that moment. I wanted to talk then, not now.
And that's how this fic came about. All about the timing.