Good For A Storm,
Part 2
By Missy



SERIES: Good For a Storm
PARTS: Two of four or more
RATING: R (Character death and gruesome description thereof, possible language, mature themes, heavy angst, possible sexual content)
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CATEGORY: L&L; Drama
PAIRING: L/L
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SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne must deal with the rammifications of the decision she made in "These Kisses"
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"Laverne?! Laverne, please open the door."

Laverne settled down on the floor, staring into space. If she hummed to herself, Shirley's voice didn't penetrate the air. She felt Carmine's presence, rather than saw it.

"Shirl?" She heard him say, then felt a rush of air upon her face. The scent of Shirley's perfume was sickening as she bent over her form.

"Vernie? Can you hear me?"

"Of course she can hear ya, Shirl; she's just been through a hell of a lot..."

"...I know..."

"Without her best friend. Where the hell have you been?"

"Traveling. Traveling endlessly. It was a battle with Walter just to get here."

"You didn't come to my funeral." Laverne said in a small voice, her energy returning. Then she faced her friend, saying firmly, "Ya didn't come to my funeral. My own best friend!"

Shirley winced beneath the lash of Laverne's voice, "I tried my best," tears dotted her eyelashes, making her perversely beautiful to Carmine. Feeling like a fifth wheel, he retreated to the kitchen, trying to figure out a way to get to the dance studio without getting half of his clothing ripped off.

"It ain't good enough," she snapped, "It ain't good enough, Shirl, I'm sorry. Get out."

"I'm not going...not untill we make up..you died, Laverne, you died and we never got to say goodbye to each other...."

"It's worse than not commin' when I died! Ya didn't come when Pop died; ya didn't come when I needed ya!" The phone rang, and she tore after it like a caged animal. She shouted a hello into the receiver, then became sheepish, "I'm sorry, Officer Rossi..." Carmine's expression changed, showing concern...sending Shirley to him for a round of questions.

"That's the officer takin' care of Laverne's case," He said, "They're tryin' to find the guys who killed her."

"Jeasus.." Shirley said quietly.

"Yeah," A quiet voice piped up from a cupboard, "Ya know they said that they did things wit her..after she was decreased..." Shirley opened up a cupboard, finding Squiggy curled up within.

"What're you doin'?" Carmine asked Squiggy. He shrugged, stepping into the sink on his way down.

"The only place I feel safe," Squiggy said, brushing imaginary dust off of his shoulder, then picking a brownie off of Shirley's plate. She tried to smack away his hand, but to no avail. At that point, Laverne hung the phone up.

"They got 'em." She said quietly. "They think they got 'em...they said I can wait 'til morning ta come down an' pick 'em out." She looked to her motley crew of friends, "Carmine, could you guys maybe go out fer awhile...I know it's a lot ta ask, but I wanna be alone."

Carmine was used to this; it meant that she wanted to be alone with Lenny, "Yeah...I guess I could spring for dinner."

"No, I insist," Shirley said, "I'm staying at a hotel downtown...they have a lovely restaurant." She glared at Squiggy as they left the apartment, "Please don't embarrass me."

"Yeah, don't 'baress me, neither," as they left the room, Lenny entered with a bag of groceries, "Hey Len."

"Hey guys...Shirl..." He closed the door, cheerfully chattering to Laverne, "I got ya somethin', cause I knew ya needed cheerin' up," He produced a bouquet of flowers, grinning brightly.

That one gesture caused her to break down.

"Aww, I'm sorry...yer allergic ta flowers?"

She shook her head, "Len, they found the guys who..." She pointed to the scar upon her throat and his fingers flexed upon the greenery, "They said I can wait a day..." She wrapped her arms around Lenny, "Gawd, hold on ta me."

He said nothing else, holding on as a chorus of 'Lamb of God' rose from the streets below.






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