Good For A Storm
Part 8
By Missy



SERIES: Good For a Storm
PARTS: Eight of eight
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
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne must deal with the ramifications of the decision she made in "These Kisses"
NOTES: You must read the story "These Kisses" for any of this to make sense.

Final chapter!

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Milwaukee proved an immense relief. Where California could not forget, Milwaukee didn't seem to know, and if it did, they never quite noticed that Laverne had transcended death.

They stayed quietly in a small, cold hotel with a leaking sink and itchy, green linens. Eventually, Lenny was rehired at Shotz. Six months later, he took his dispater's test and bought Laverne a small house in the suburbs.

They managed to become closer over time, already bonded together by the trial. They married in a quiet cerimony in St. James' Church, attended by only Squiggy, Shirley and Carmine.

Laverne believed, for the first few months, anyway, that she had fullfilled what Randy had insisted was her destiny. But, somehow, something was lacking.

On a trip into town one afternoon, she happened to pass by the community center. A pink flier caught her eye, advertising a rape survival support group meeting. It was the first of its kind in the city, apparently; the issue, thanks to the women's rights movement, was emerging into the light. Laverne attended, didn't open up herself, but listened. By the third meeting she spoke of her violent ordeal, but could never and would never reveal the entire truth of her rape.

She was inspired by the free openess of the discussion, and she realized quickly that she might be of good use as a councilor. Lenny's encouragement led her to take courses at the community college, where she developed a flair for the humanistic side of the service. Eventually she was assigned to a rape chrisis center at Milwaukee General, fulfilling her dreams, and her life, completely.

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One icy night in June, she dreamed of the warm sands once more, the soft grains beneath her toes. Dissorientated, she wondered if, somehow, she had died once more in her sleep.

A shadow emerged gradually in the distance.

"Randy?" She ran toward him, and was met by his embrace. "Whattya doin' here? Am I-"

"Nope." He smiled. "This is called a night visitation. My last one."

"You mean, you're movin'-" she gestured upward, and he nodded.

"This is the last time we're gonna see each other, Laverne." He looked into the deapths of her bottle-green eyes. "Are you happy?"

"That I'm not gonna see you again?"

"No; happy with your life?"

Her green eyes glowed with unmistakable life.

"That's a good answer."

She smiled, shrugging. "Lenny's a wonderful guy."

"And...

"I love him."

He smiled. "I know you do." He touched her stomach quickly. "In nine months, even more."

"But we ain't..." She stared at him in surprise, and his grin was cheshire.

"You're going to be a great mother." He pointed out. She hugged him.

"Randy..."

"Yes?"

"You were my first real love."

"Really? I thought Fonzie-"

She shrugged. "I loved you first. And I always will."

He hugged her. "I love you, too."

When he released her, she turned back on her heel, walking over the sand, then the bricks and concrete for the final time, returning to a loving life beyond the limits of the heavenly world.





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