I Never Promised You a Pepsi Tree, Part 11
By Missy

SERIES: I Never Promised You a Pepsi Tree
PART: twelve, of an undetermined length
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: R, for heavy angst, language and dark themes
PAIRING(s): Richie/S/C; Fonzie/Lenny/Laverne; Pos. Carmine/Rosie Greenbaum

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DISCLAIMER: Laverne and Shirley, of course, not my property and belongs to its creators.

CATEGORY: Epic Drama
Crossover: HD/LS
CANNON/SPOILERS: Milwaukee; pre-California cannon; HD pre-Lorrie Beth
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Disaster strikes when one of the girls comes up pregnant.
NOTES: Heavier themes here.

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Laverne stood in the vestibule of Saint Anthony's church. She plucked a scrap of lace away from her bosom, feeling its ill-fitting itch across her body.

Everything was rushed; the dress, which hadn't been fitted. The flowers, which Fonzie had pressured a merchant into donating. Half of the anticipated guests were there, with Chachi instead of Richie Cunningham standing in as a best man.

Shirley was still in the infirmary.

She held back her tears as the wedding march started. Frank DeFazio veiled her face, smiling.

"He's Italian, Muffin!" He enthused happily.

Laverne sniffled, trying to smile as the door opened beneath the strains of the wedding march.

***

Shirley stirred in Richie's arms. "What time is it?"

"Oh.." He looked at his watch. "Four-Thirty." He stiffened in her embrace. "Oh no! Fonzie's wedding!"

"What?!"

"Fonzie pushed up the date of the wedding to today." Richie helped Shirley into her coat. "He's been really scared that Laverne's not going to want to be with him."

"They're getting married for all of the wrong reasons, Richie!" She grabbed him by the wrist. "We need to get to Saint Anthony's!"

***

Rosie did the only thing she could do; kick Ogden in his family jewels. Clawing, beating and fighting him, she managed to get her own hands on the knife.

Then a firm set of hands descended over Walter's throat. "Get a cop, Rosie!"

She wasn't surprised to see Carmine. And Norman Hughes was more than happy to send him to jail.

"Carmine, I don't know how to thank you."

"Thank me?! That was all you, Rose."

"Eh," She shrugged. "You learn stuff on the streets."

"I know that." He wrapped his arms around her.

And that brought her to tears.







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