Fic: You Absolutely Sure That's It..?

Author: mkcrl120

Disclaimer: All the characters mentioned in this story belong to Joss Whedon or Mutant Enemy or some other people. I own nothing and wrote this just to get it out of my system.

Summary: This is something that came to me... one of several ideas that thinking about a certain species of Demon has given me. Might be continued, might not... will see how I feel.

Rating: 15 probably… mainly for language.

Setting: End of season 2.

A/N: Again sorry for the crappy title.... not put that much thought into this. Sorry... just something my mind grabbed hold of and wouldn't let go.


Fic: You Absolutely Sure That's It..? - Chapter 2

A Few Weeks Later.

The La Brea Lounge.

L.A.

Cordelia was sitting on a couch away from the dance floor. One of the few places in the club where the music was quiet enough to enable you to talk to other people.

She took in her surroundings, noticing the jealous glares from her friends as the man opposite her ordered two more drinks off one of the waitresses.

'Cordy. Cordy. Cordy. This could be your ticket back into the lifestyle you deserve.' Grinning she returned her attention to hmi as he asked a question.

"So you left Sunnydale to become an actress?"

"Yeah." She quickly responded. "I expected it to be easier than this, you know."

"Really?" Wilson responded, raising one eyebrow.

"Yeah, I expected to like sign up with an agency and be auditioning all the time..." Cordelia smiled, his easy-going nature putting her immediately at ease. "Thought I'd be on a soap at least by now... working my way up the ladder so to speak. Able to choose whch commercials I could turn down."

He smiled at her enthusiasm. "Guess in life, anything worthwhile is worth waiting for."

"I've got a friend who thinks like that." She responded taking her drink off the waitress which arrived. "Well except about the life part." She muttered under her breath.

Wilson took his own drink and left a note on the metal tray the waitress carried. Waving off the waitresses attempts to give him change, he commented. "Personally I'm amazed they aren't waiting in line to eat you up."

She smiled at his obvious attempts at impressing her. "Well... something like that almost happened when I first moved her."

"It fell through?" Wilson asked, intrigued.

"Let's just say it wasn't what I thought it would be."

"That's the problem with this town." Leaning in closer he whispered conspiratorially, "You've got to be very aware of who you're dealing with."

"Yeah. This guy was a complete... shark."

"Now those guys you have to look out for." Wilson grinned back. "Pity you're not into modelling. Then I could get you some contacts."

"But if I was into the same stuff you were... I'd be very wary of whether you were a shark."

"What can I say... I try not to mix business with pleasure... unlike your friend Sarina over there."

"She's okay, she's just..."

"Ambitious?"

Cordelia smiled genuinely back at him. "Yeah... that's it. Ambitious."

"So in a non-business linked proposal..." He paused trying to gauge her reaction.

"Yes..?" She urged him to continue.

"How exactly is your portfolio..? Because if you want me to cast a professional eye over it..." He gestured openly.

"My Portfolio?" She paused to think about it, taking a quick sip of her drink. "And you're certain this isn't some weak come on to get me to pose for your camera?"

Holding his hands up to show they were empty, Wilson asked. "Do you see a camera hidden on my person... you can frisk me if you'd like."

Laughing at his look of innocence, she shyly added. "My portfolio's back at my apartment."

"I asked how it was, not where it was."

"For you to see how it is, we have to go to where it is."

Looking her in the eyes, he answered seriously. "I don't have a problem with that."

Examining his look, she slowly turned her gaze away from his eyes. Placing her hand on his, she returned to meet his gaze again. "Neither do I."


An Hour Later.

Cordelia and Wilson are in the corridor outside Cordelia's apartment. She takes her keys out of her purse and unlocks the door.

"So... this is me." She informs him.

"I'd hope so... I think trespassing a bit much for a first date." He responded.

Laughing, she turned to open the door, opening it she steps inside. "Thanks for tonight... you know the club and getting us all in and so on."

"It was my pleasure..." He smiles leaning in for a goodbye kiss.

Cordelia gratefully responded, smiling as she noticed he'd had to step across the threshold in order to do so.

"So..." He began stepping back into the corridor. Casually leaning on her doorframe. "I'll call you?"

"You don't have to." Cordelia quickly responded.

"You don't want me to call you?" He asked, confusion evident on his face.

"I meant..." She paused, taking a deep breath. "It's still early..." She catches him glancing at his watch, "and you did say you would take a look at my portfolio."

"That I did... and I definitely don't want to be the type of person who welches on a promise to a lady." He answered, stepping into her aparment, closing the door behind him as he did so. "My professional servi... opinion... I think I can offer that."

Cordelia gestures towards the sofa with her arm. "Please sit... while I fetch... would you like a drink?" She offered, as he moved to the sofa.

"Some coffee thanks... think I need to keep myself up at this early hour." He says picking up a magazine from the table.

"Sure... right. Coffee." She says as she disappears into the kitchen.

Returning a few moments later with two cups, placing his in front of him on the table. "So... it's been a while..." She commented, "I meant dating-wise.. cos I've nev..." Pausing, she took a few seconds to compose herself. "Okay. So..?"

"So..?" He asked, watching as she sat next to him on the sofa.

"So what do we do..? Normally... I mean, you're my first... guest. You're my first guest that I've had over since I moved here."

"It is a nice place."

"Far better than where I was living."

"Anything I should know?" Wilson asked.

"About..?" Cordelia looked shocked, mentally cursing herself for her earlier slip-up.

Wilson lifted the magazine he'd been reading. It was a dog-eared copy of Maxim, showing Jennifer Love Hewitt on the cover, advertising the sequel to her popular 'I Know...' film. Cordelia quickly snatched it off him, and threw it behind the sofa. "That's my room-mate's."

"Male..?" Wilson asked.

"Name's Dennis, he's never he..." Cordelia responded, about to go into further detail when they both heard the sound of one of the bedroom doors slamming loudly.

"It sounds like he's here." Wilson commented.

"Just give me a minute." Cordelia said, as she got up and went into the opposite room. Wilson listened to Cordelia's voice in the other room. Never hearing a response, he quietly responded to himself. "Poor guy... she's really giving it to him."

Cordelia walked back in, smiling as she returned to her place next to him.

"So... he the jealous type..?" Wilson carefully asked.

"Dennis... not really. I wouldn't know... you're the first person I've brought back really." Cordelia thought aloud, "Normally I don't see him much."

"Ahhh..." Wilson asked. He was about to ask if it was okay for him to be there, when the Hi-Fi came to life.

Cordelia quickly got up and turned it off. "It's faulty... it does that sometimes... power surges or so I've heard."

She'd almost returned to her seat when it turned on again. She walked over to the socket and pulled the plug out of the wall.

Returning to her seat, she glared at the Hi-Fi for a few seconds before returning her attention to Wilson. "So where were we?" She asks.

"About here." Wilson said, moving in for the kiss. Which Cordelia gladly returned, placing her hands on his shirt she gently guided him away from the sofa.


The Next Morning.

Cordelia fidgeted in her bed. Her arm stretching out to the opposite side.

Not touching anything, she started to feel around patting each place as her hand landed.

Reluctantly opening her eyes she started to focus on the room around her. "Wilson..?"

The bed was definitely empty, the rest of the room showed no sign of him having been there. Her own clothes were scattered on various pieces of furniture, but there was no sign that any male had spent the night.

"Did I imagine it..?" She muttered confused, trying to roll onto her back.

"Feel really groggy today... hope I've got some time to sleep in." She muttered, turning to face the clock after finally getting herself into a sitting position.

Lifting the clock for a closer look, she realised it was approaching eleven am. "Dammit... late for work as well... good job my boss is a vampire." She placed the clock down, hoping that a late night demon fighting might mean the others hadn't got into the office yet.

Throwing the covers off, she noticed the size of her belly. "So... definitely didn't imagine last night then."

She tried to sit up. But it was exhausting. Realising she had no other choice she quickly shouted. "Dennis!!!! Get me the phone!!!"


Almost An Hour Later.
Inside Cordelia's Apartment Building.


Wesley turned to Angel. "Did she say what was up?"

Angel thought about it, "She told me she was sick and wasn't coming in to work today."

Wesley looked confused, "So she doesn't come in today as she's sick... we could have coped without h... you could have coped witho... in a normal job, people are allowed sick days you know." Wesley finally informed him.

"Yeah... I was thinking the same thing. But once she'd told me she was sick, she then told me to get over there asap."

"Oh right..." Wesley thought as they continued their climb up the stairs.

"I hope she's okay." Angel added. "Took you long enough to pick me up."

Wesley looked hurt, "You could have come here yourself you know."

"I thought you driving would have been quicker than traipsing through the sewers."

Angel moved away from the staircase and led Wesley down a corridor towards Cordelia's apartment.

"I'm sure it would have been quicker for you to run up the stairs and for me to cross the foyer and use the lift." Wesley added, slightly out of breath from the climb.

"Exercise is good for you." Angel informed him, before knocking on the door in front.

"Says the man who doesn't need to breathe." Wesley replied collapsing against the wall opposite Cordelia's apartment.

"Cordy!!!" Angel shouted, "It's me... Let me in."

Angel paused as if listening to something. Wesley couldn't help himself. "Well is she in? Break it down."

"She told us to wait."

"She's coming..? I didn't hear anything."

"Vampire remember? She's still telling us to wait."

"What's taking so lon..." Wesley began but stopped as the door opened in front of them to reveal... no-one.

"Cordy?" Angel shouted entering the apartment.

"The door..?" Wesley said following him in, as the door shut behind them.

Suddenly the door to Cordelia's room opened and Angel immediately headed towards her. "Thanks, Dennis." He commented as he entered.

"Dennis..?" Wesley queried following him in.

To see a heavily pregnant Cordelia sitting on her bed crying.

"Help..?" She quietly asked them.


End of chapter two