A/N: Once again, thanks to Angels9thfantasy (who also needs to be credited for helping me with ideas, and putting up with me! LoL) and Izmadi (sorry, but I don't think I can work Lindsey into this one, but I appreciate the reading and reviewing) for reviewing. Everyone else who reads this, feel free to do the same.
Eric went back into the living room as Vince regained consciousness, and stood up. Vince looked at his best friend and then pointed at Cordelia. "She-your-she's..." he stuttered. He looked back and forth between the two, unsure of who he should address.
"I know," Eric said, "I saw the pregnancy test in the bedroom."
"But...you couldn't have," Vince counted, getting himself together. "I used a condom."
"Well, it didn't work," Cordelia told him.
"It's a condom! Condoms work against pregnancy! That's the whole fucking point of using one!"
Eric shrugged, "they do most of the time. But sometimes they don't."
"I'm getting that!"
"Vince...are you okay with this?" Cordelia asked, trying not to be too emotional.
He shook his head, "oh yes, everythings fucking great."
"Congratulations, both of you," Eric said sincerely.
"Thank you," Cordelia replied.
"You know, I've been a loyal fucking customer, I've used the same condom brand since I was 13! I don't deserve this kind of deception!"
"Vince, forget about the fucking condom," Eric told him. "There's a bigger issue here."
"Yes, right, the pregnancy...which wouldn't have happened if the condom worked!" With that, Vince grabbed the pad and pen on the coffee table and began to write a letter, "they're gonna fucking hear it from me! They won't get away with it!" he declared as he started his complaint letter to the condom company. The letter was interrupted when the pad was ripped from his hands, and hit against the back of his head. Eric stared shocked by this action, because it looked like it happened by itself.
"Thank you, Dennis," Cordelia said. She then turned to Eric, "that was Dennis, the ghost I live with."
"A...what?" Eric questioned.
"A ghost. The girl I knocked up is living with a ghost. This is what my life is now," Vince replied.
"Um...hi Cordelia's ghost." Eric uneasily said.
"His names Dennis," Cordelia told him.
"Oh, hi Dennis."
The pad now had 'hi Eric' written on it.
"You can call me E if want," he answered. Dennis then crossed off the 'ric' of his note.
"I...ah...we...need to go. I'm sorry Cordy, I need to think about some shit. I'll call you later," Vince said emotionless, leaving the apartment. Eric looked at Cordelia.
"Give him time," Eric told her, putting his hand on her shoulder before leaving. When they were gone, Cordelia sat her sofa and cried a little. Dennis floated her over tissues and a phone so she could call Anya and Fred for some good ol' fashion girl time.
When Vince and Eric returned to the mansion, they found Vince's agent Ari Gold there, as well as Turtle and Johnny. "Where the fuck have you two been? I've been trying to reach you for a while!" Ari yelled as soon as he saw the duo. "Why does Vince look like he's on acid, been hit by a truck and seen a ghost?"
"Well, you got one part right...sorta," Eric mumbled. "He just got some shocking news."
"What? From Cordelia?" Turtle questioned.
"Cordelia? That's the chick he was banging during the movie, right?" Ari said.
"What'd she say, Bro?" Johnny asked.
"She lives with a ghost." Vince stated. "A real one."
"She's also pregnant with his kid," Eric added.
"Yeah, that too."
"SHE'S PREGNANT!" the other three yelled, ignoring the ghost part for the time being.
Turtle slapped Vince. "What hell is wrong with you!"
"You of all people should know how to use a damn condom by now!" Ari scolded.
"I thought I did!" Vince defended.
It was his brothers turn to speak, "well it was only a matter of time before one of them got loose. Alright bro, congrats."
"Congrats?" both Turtle and Ari echoed. "What are you talking about? This isn't a celebration, it's a funeral," Ari went on to say.
"For real," Turtle backed up.
"You're both assholes," Eric said.
Vince plopped himself down on a chair, "I don't know what the hell I'm doing."
"What do you mean? You're gonna have a kid, that's what," his brother said to him. "Don't be an asshole about this," he added.
"It's a little late for that," Vince told him.
"Why? What'd you do?"
"Began to write a letter to the condom company."
"Good." Ari stated. "You should call them too."
"Shut up Ari," Eric said.
"Fuck off Mini Vince, leave this to a professional," Ari replied.
"Leave what?" he questioned.
"The clean up. How much do you think it would take for this Cordelia chick not to go public with the baby news?"
"Shut up Ari," was repeated again, this time by Vince. "Cordelia's not like that."
"You mean she'll keep quiet for free? Even better!"
"How do you even know the kid's yours?" Turtle asked.
"Again, Cordelia's not like that. I don't know her very well, but I know she wouldn't say it if it wasn't true."
"Everyone's like that for the right price," Ari pointed out.
"She isn't," Vince insisted, "she has like 'morals' and shit like that."
"Someone who's blown you in a movie theater has morals?" Ari questioned.
"That had nothing to do with having for not having morals. That was about her being female. I mean, any female would blow me at anytime."
"You are such an ass," Eric pointed out. "So, Vince, what are you gonna do?"
"I guess what I'm supposed too," he answered, "right?"
"Well, yeah, that's what you should do," Eric replied.
"Then that's what I'm doing."
"Woah, wait, what fuck is going on? Vince, tell me you're not fucking saying what I think you are," Turtle said.
"Okay, I won't tell you," he replied.
"Have you thought about this? Really thought about this? You really wanna have a fucking kid? Spend your nights handling a little crying thing that shit's, instead of getting laid and partying?"
"Well, no. but I don't have a choice. And you're not one to talk about people shitting."
"Yes you do," both Turtle and Ari said. "And shut up," Turtle said in regard to the last part of his comment.
"No he doesn't," Eric and Johnny argued.
"Yo, everyone, chill out. I already said what I'm doing. That's it. There's no need to fucking argue over it."
"Alright, if you're sure about this, good luck, cause you gonna need it." Turtle replied. Vince gave him a smile and the finger.
Ari smiled and waved an index finger at Vince, "fucking genius. Alright Vinny, way to be smart. This could actually turn out to be great publicity. I can see it now 'Vince Chase, hard working, great acting and now willing devoted father', on the cover of all the magazines. The people love a good sappy baby story. Look at Lifetime, the network devoted to them."
"Don't they usually get kidnaped at birth or some shit like that first, on Lifetime?" Johnny said.
"How the hell do you know that?" Ari questioned, as everyone stared at him.
"Well, how do you know?" he defended.
"I'm an agent it's my job."
"Your wife's made you watch some, huh?" Eric accused.
"Yeah," he confessed, sadly.
"Don't go getting any ideas Ari. I don't care if this is made public, but I don't I want it to be publicity," Vince stated. "Just lay off it."
"If that's what you want, fine. But you're missing a great fucking opportunity."
"I'm willing to take that chance."
"Yo, what the fuck did you say about a ghost?" Turtle asked, suddenly remembering Vince's first statement.
"Fucked up story," Vince sighed. "And I'll tell you about it later. Right now, you guys gotta help me with damage control."
"You mean for your reaction?" Eric guessed.
"Yeah, I get the feeling Cordy wasn't happy about that."
"Dennis sure wasn't."
"Dennis?" Ari, Turtle and Johnny questioned.
"The ghost," the other two answered. "He hit me with the pad I was writing the letter on," Vince added.
"He was nice to me though," Eric pointed out.
"Yeah, cause you wasn't the one who knocked up his roommate."
"Maybe you should go see her again," Johnny suggested.
"I knew one of you were gonna say that, I just thought it was gonna be E."
"I was about to, if it makes you feel any better," Eric replied.
"Yeah, fucking wonderful. Alright, so who's gonna come with me?" Vince asked.
"I'll go," Johnny offered.
"Can I come see the ghost?" Turtle asked.
"NO!" Everyone else yelled.
"And he's a ghost, you can't actually see him," Eric said. "You mind if I stay behind? I got some shit to do."
"It's cool," Vince answered.
"I'm going with you," Ari declared.
Eric shook his head, "no you're not. That's the last thing he needs, or Cordelia. Turtle's better off fucking going then you."
"Johnny and I are fine to go," Vince quickly said, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, and not have it prolonged by an Ari/Eric fight. Even if they are funny. The two brothers then left.
Over in Cordelia's apartment, she, Fred and Anya were discussing what had happened over ice cream. "He did WHAT?" a shocked Fred questioned.
"Started a complaint letter to the condom company!" Cordelia exclaimed.
"Well, he has a point. He did pay for something that didn't work," Anya felt the need to say.
"If I wanted to hear him being defended, I wouldn't have asked you two over. You're supposed to do the girl thing and tell me what a bastard he is."
"Well, if that's what you wanted to hear, you could've called me," Johnny pointed out as he and Vince walked in. "I would've gladly told you."
"Shut up, Johnny." Vince said.
"Why didn't you knock?" Cordelia questioned.
"Because I didn't think you'd let me in," he explained.
"You're right, I wouldn't have," she agreed.
"Exactly. We need to talk."
"Why don't you just write a letter?" Fred taunted. To back her up, Dennis floated over the pen and pad that was out to several uses earlier.
"Shit, you weren't kidding. There is a ghost!" Johnny exclaimed.
Vince let out an exasperated sigh, "can I please just talk to Cordelia, everyone?"
"Talk to me," she said.
"Here? In front of everyone?"
"Why not? I'm gonna tell Fred and Anya everything you say once you leave, and you're probably gonna tell your brother on the way home, so you might as well save us both the trouble."
"Fine. I freaked out. That not what I was expecting, you say to me. I'm sorry if I upset you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Good. You should be."
"And I already said I am."
"So, are going to walk out on her now, leaving her nothing but your sperm creation?" Anya bluntly asked.
"No, I'm not."
"Oh, well, good for you! And good for Cordy too. Except if the kids evil, then it won't be good. But if not, yay for you both with the not walking-ness."
"Evil?" the males questioned.
"Thank you, for that Anya. Okay you know I live with a ghost and I told you about Angel and Spike being vampires..."
"Being what?" Johnny interrupted Cordelia's explanation.
"Vampires. I told your brother that already. Anyway, I get visions of people he in trouble that need to be saved, they're sent to me by The Power That Be, these higher spirits, I also had to get part demon in my in order to keep my visions and not die."
"That's...good to fucking know," a stunned Vince said, as his older half brother was passed out on the floor.
"Um...there's one more thing...and it's kinda good that your brother is already passed out. See, our baby...could have powers too. Or...maybe be evil. But Wesley really doesn't think the evil thing will be true.
"Oh...okay," he stuttered.
Despite learning that his child could be a hell spawn, the visit went okay in Vince's mind. Thing's were okay with him and Cordelia, however when Johnny (who Vince decided not to tell about the possibly evil/power part of the child, yet) woke up, and was good enough to drive them home, he could tell she was still upset with him about his first reaction to the pregnancy news. He knew one day, he'd have to try to make it up to her.
TBC
A/N: Alright, that was chapter 4. Up next, Vince enlists Fred and Anya's help to do something nice for Cordy and gets hit with yet another piece of information about his unborn child. Until that chapter comes, you can leave me reviews with your thoughts on the story.
