Lost Love (Viv vyle show)
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G through L › The Life and Times of Vivienne Vyle
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
991
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I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Bad Boy/A.I.
Ok. Next day and last chapter that lags-promise things get going after this. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the Viv Vyle characters. Only 2 are mine.
Chapter 6: Bad Boy/A.I.
Tristan hadn’t shown up at work, a first that startled Malcolm and sent him to his house early the next day. The Tristan that answered was not the Tristan Malcolm was used to seeing. He was still in the clothes he’d worn the day before, rumpled, his hair was a disaster and he had a cigarette in his mouth-a habit Malcolm had not seen in years. “Wow” he said, walking in slowly. If the sight of Tristan was a mess, his house was a disaster beyond proportions: beer cans and bottles were thrown about, pictures were crooked, and clothes had been thrown all around. It looked like a frat house.
“What on earth…?”
“Decided to have some fun” answered Tristan, stubbing out his cigarette, smirking. “My old kind of fun.”
“So I see” said Malcolm. “Tristan, I get that Helena has thrown you into this tailspin but please do not go back to that man you once were.”
“Why not? Huh?”
“Your career.”
He laughed bitterly. “Ah yes. My career. My one reason for living.” He shook his head. “No, Malcolm, if I can’t be with her, I’d rather be dead.”
Malcolm could only stare in shock, hoping that he would find some reason to get the young man back on track-and fast.
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Things had calmed down and now De’Wend productions was back on track-chaotic but hey that’s what everyone was used to. Helena walked in slightly late carrying a small child in her arms. Everyone was shocked.
“What are you all gaping at? Get back to work. Damien, coffee.” She shook her head and went to her desk, sitting her daughter in another chair. Damien rushed over with the coffee, staring. “What? You never seen a child before?” Before he could answer, Viv walked in, Jonathan trailing behind her.
“We need to get going, that wretched child that’s still alive is back, along with more cokeheads and…Helena? Who is that?” Viv was used to the unexpected (look at her job) but even this through her through a loop.
“Ok. So you see…What happened was I woke up and the fucking nanny can’t come today. Some sort of medical issue, broken vertabrain…?”
“Vertebrate” corrected Jonathan.
“Yeah, yeah. That. So now I don’t have anyone to watch my kid. I’m real sorry Viv.”
“Don’t worry. She’ll probably be the sanest one here.” Jonathan looked at Helena then away. “Ok. So yeah just make sure everyone’s up to date with the schedule” she said, walking away.
Jonathan looked at her. “What?”
“Nothing” he said. He turned to her daughter. “Wow. She looks nothing like you.”
“I know. She looks like T…the father” she said, quickly catching herself.
“Oh. So you know who the father is?”
She looked at him. “Did you hit your head or something? You’re acting very strange.”
“I just assumed that your child was a result of…of… A.I.”
“A.I.?”
“Artificial insemination” said Carol, not looking up from her screen.
“Right” said Jonathan.
“What?! What do you think, I’m some kind of lesbian?!”
“No! Of course not! Plenty of women…”
“Stop! Just stop!” Jonathan took a few steps back. She picked up her phone. “I’ve thrown this at two people but not because I wanted to. Well yeah actually the second time but that’s not the point!” She clenched her fists. “Shame I slept with you! Yeah! One time bucko! Never again!” She threw it, fortunately, no bystanders were injured and the phone was miraculously fine.
Disclaimer: Do not own any of the Viv Vyle characters. Only 2 are mine.
Chapter 6: Bad Boy/A.I.
Tristan hadn’t shown up at work, a first that startled Malcolm and sent him to his house early the next day. The Tristan that answered was not the Tristan Malcolm was used to seeing. He was still in the clothes he’d worn the day before, rumpled, his hair was a disaster and he had a cigarette in his mouth-a habit Malcolm had not seen in years. “Wow” he said, walking in slowly. If the sight of Tristan was a mess, his house was a disaster beyond proportions: beer cans and bottles were thrown about, pictures were crooked, and clothes had been thrown all around. It looked like a frat house.
“What on earth…?”
“Decided to have some fun” answered Tristan, stubbing out his cigarette, smirking. “My old kind of fun.”
“So I see” said Malcolm. “Tristan, I get that Helena has thrown you into this tailspin but please do not go back to that man you once were.”
“Why not? Huh?”
“Your career.”
He laughed bitterly. “Ah yes. My career. My one reason for living.” He shook his head. “No, Malcolm, if I can’t be with her, I’d rather be dead.”
Malcolm could only stare in shock, hoping that he would find some reason to get the young man back on track-and fast.
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Things had calmed down and now De’Wend productions was back on track-chaotic but hey that’s what everyone was used to. Helena walked in slightly late carrying a small child in her arms. Everyone was shocked.
“What are you all gaping at? Get back to work. Damien, coffee.” She shook her head and went to her desk, sitting her daughter in another chair. Damien rushed over with the coffee, staring. “What? You never seen a child before?” Before he could answer, Viv walked in, Jonathan trailing behind her.
“We need to get going, that wretched child that’s still alive is back, along with more cokeheads and…Helena? Who is that?” Viv was used to the unexpected (look at her job) but even this through her through a loop.
“Ok. So you see…What happened was I woke up and the fucking nanny can’t come today. Some sort of medical issue, broken vertabrain…?”
“Vertebrate” corrected Jonathan.
“Yeah, yeah. That. So now I don’t have anyone to watch my kid. I’m real sorry Viv.”
“Don’t worry. She’ll probably be the sanest one here.” Jonathan looked at Helena then away. “Ok. So yeah just make sure everyone’s up to date with the schedule” she said, walking away.
Jonathan looked at her. “What?”
“Nothing” he said. He turned to her daughter. “Wow. She looks nothing like you.”
“I know. She looks like T…the father” she said, quickly catching herself.
“Oh. So you know who the father is?”
She looked at him. “Did you hit your head or something? You’re acting very strange.”
“I just assumed that your child was a result of…of… A.I.”
“A.I.?”
“Artificial insemination” said Carol, not looking up from her screen.
“Right” said Jonathan.
“What?! What do you think, I’m some kind of lesbian?!”
“No! Of course not! Plenty of women…”
“Stop! Just stop!” Jonathan took a few steps back. She picked up her phone. “I’ve thrown this at two people but not because I wanted to. Well yeah actually the second time but that’s not the point!” She clenched her fists. “Shame I slept with you! Yeah! One time bucko! Never again!” She threw it, fortunately, no bystanders were injured and the phone was miraculously fine.