Title: One Good Fling Deserves Another Part 2
Authors: Ashley and Emily
Disclaimer: Nope! Sorry! Don't own any of these
people.
Summary:A story about the love/hate relationship of
Penny Marshall and Michael McKean
Setting: Paramount Stage G
"No! get your butt down here! I don't care if you
have a hernia! Carole!" Garry yelled into the phone to
his sister.
"Carole?" David questioned
"Penny's real name," Michael added. David just said
"oh." Everyone was listening to Garry yell at Penny
even though they claimed to be "working."
"Garry! I told ya! I have been sick all week! How do
you expect me to end up there in one piece?" Penny
questioned over the phone.
"Very carefully!"
"Please Garry! Just let me stay home! I have been
throwing up every 5 minutes! If you don't mind that
happening in rehearsal then I'll somehow find a way to
come"
"Good! Be here in 15 minutes."
"GARRY!" Penny whined.
"If you're that sick then see a doctor. If not, then
get your patootie over here, NOW!" Garry yelled and
slammed the phone down and stormed to his office.
"Well, same to you!" Penny screamed over the phone,
slamming it down. She drug herself out of bed, and
ambled down the stairs to the fridge. She got out the
cartoon of orange juice and reached up into the
cupboard and pulled out a glass. She poured the juice
into the glass and took a big gulp. She lit herself a
cigarette and paced around frantically. "I don't
understand this, I just DON'T understand this. I've
been sick in the morning for the past week, this just
makes NO sense." She took the lighted cigarette out
of her mouth and took another sip of juice. She still
paced back and forth, all around the kitchen and into
the breakfast room. Then, it hit her. "No..." she
said. She began to calculate on her fingers. "I'm
turning into a defective typewriter!" she shouted.
She sat down at the table and put her head in her
hands, murmuring "No, this can't be, this just can't
be..."
Just then, Tracy appeared in the archway. "Mom, are
you okay?" she asked. No response. "Mom?" Still no
response. "MOM?"
Penny looked up, a little startled. "Wha...?"
Tracy put herself in the little white booth across
from her mom. "What's wrong?"
"Nothin', sweetie..."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm just a little ... distracted, that's all."
"And sick," Tracy added.
"That too," and with that, Penny went back to
thinking. There was a long pause.
"Well... I can certainly see you're busy so... I'm
gonna go now..." Tracy said. Penny said nothing.
Tracy dashed upstairs and raced into her room, her
heart pounding. She abruptly clutched her phone in
her hand, and began dialing the numbers to Paramount
Stage 20.
"Hello?" a voice said.
"Yes, I'd like to speak to Michael McKean please."
"Tracy?" the voice asked.
"Cindy?"
"Hey! Why are you calling Mike, sweetie?"
"'Cause I need to talk to him!"
"But..."
"Don't ask questions, Cin, just put him on!"
"All right..."
Tracy could hear Cindy screaming Mike's name in the
background. She nervously chewed on her nails.
"Hello?" said a familiar voice.
"Mike! It's Tracy!"
"Tracy! What are you callin' me for?"
"Mike, mom's really sick. She's pukin' every 3
seconds and actin' really weird... Dad's out of town,
and I know you guys are good friends so, could you
come over?"
"Sure, I'll be right there!" he said, and at that,
Tracy heard a click. Mike grabbed his jacket and was
darting for the door when Garry stopped him.
"Where are you going McKean?" Garry asked.
"Family trouble. I'll be back soon!" and he flew out
the door and in no time he was in his car flying down
the highway. He turned on the radio to try to calm him
down, but the song that came on was "When A Man Loves
A Woman" and he snapped it off because it only made
him get more upset. He finally reached Penny's house
and Tracy met him at the door before he could even
ring the doorbell.
"Thank you so much for coming!" Tracy exclaimed. "I
dunno what to do for her. I dunno what's even wrong!"
She was near tears.
Michael put his arms around her and reassured her that
her mom was going to be just fine. He didn't even take
off his coat before her ran into Penny's room, but she
wasn't in there. He then ran into the bathroom with
Tracy shortly behind him and he found Penny laying on
the floor next to the bathtub. He quickly took off his
coat and threw it behind him on the floor as he knelt
next to Penny. Tracy picked up his coat and slowly
backed away. She went downstairs to hang it up and
leave them alone. She was too afraid that she would
burst into tears.
Penny looked up at Mike with tear stained eyes. He put
his arm around her.
"What's wrong?" Mike asked, but Penny only began to
cry. He held her tightly in his arms. He felt like he
could make her feel better... like he could change the
world when he was with her, and that was just what he
wanted to do right now. He hated to see her in pain.
"Can you tell me what happened?" he asked again. She
sniffled, and shortly after the sniffle came a great
sob. She was holding on to him so tightly, he could
scarcely breathe.
"Everything's such a mess, Mike," she wailed.
"What do you mean? What's happened?" he asked.
She gazed up at him, her face drenched in tears...
Tears of being sad, tears of being scared, tears of
being happy. She opened her mouth and began to speak,
but something stopped her. "I can't," she said,
looking back down.
"Yes, you can! Come on, tell me, what's wrong? What
could be so bad?" Michael asked, his voice full of
concern.
"Mike, I think I'm pregnant." She said.
A smile spread across his face. "That's wonderful!
Why are you..." he trailed off, noticing how now she
was sobbing harder than before. He knew immediately
what was wrong. "Rob doesn't want kids, huh?"
Penny replied, her voice shaking, "Yeah. But it's
not just that."
Michael was somewhat puzzled. And then it hit him.
There was a long pause and then, he spoke up.
"It's... not Rob's ... is it, Pen?"
She shook her head no.
"Ours?" he asked.
She nodded, and he held her even closer. He kissed
her cheek and stroked her hair. "Have you been to the
doctor yet?" he asked. She shook her head no. "I'll
take you."
Penny laid her head against Michael's chest. "I'm
sorry Mike, please don't hate me," she cried.
"Aww, honey, I don't hate you. Why would I hate you?
I love you."
She sniffled. "I love you, too."