I Never Promised You a Pepsi Tree, Part 3
By Missy

SERIES: I Never Promised You a Pepsi Tree
PART: four, of an undetermined length
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: R, for heavy angst 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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"Breathe, Greenbaum," Laverne demanded. She had heaved Rosie to her feet and was in the process of walking her back to her apartment. Rosie only groaned, her black-and-blue head lolling backward as Laverne carried the woman into the Knaap Street building.

Laverne leaned with all of her weight against the door of the apartment, sending it open and her sprawling into the room.

"...Waddya mean?! How the hell can you be..." Carmine's eyes foccused on Laverne and a very limp Rosie, "What the hell is going on?!"

"We can explain later, Carmine," Shirley cried plaintively, "Laverne, what happened to Rose?"

"I found her out in the street like this," Laverne explained, "She's out cold."

"She's black and blue," Carmine remarked, his eyes wide with horror, "Ogden's been beating her and none of us knew?"

Laverne shrugged, as the three of them struggled to get Rosie onto the couch, "She got what she deserved."

"Laverne! What a horrible thing to say!"

"It's true! She's a witch!"

"Don't argue now!" Carmine demanded, as the girls heaved Rosie onto their ancient sofa. It creaked and warped beneath Rosie's weight, attesting to it's age.

"Come on, Rose," Shirley began slapping Rosie lightly across the cheeks. The redhead's eyes flickered open and, at Shirley's touch, shrank back frantically.

"No!" She cried out, and it was almost a whimper.

"It's OK, Rose," Shirley said, sweetly, "You're OK, now."

She tried to draw her tougher veneer as a surrounding, comforting blanket, but it crumbled to dust, and she sank against the couch, "He said he'd kill me, this time."

"Don't worry," Shirley said softly, "Everything's going to be OK...you can stay here."

Laverne opened her mouth to object, but Rosie's obviously pathetic state didn't brook an argument, "OK, she can stay."

Carmine, in the most awkward position of his life, didn't say a single word.

***

"You know, this is real fun," Rosie announced, stretching herself out over Laverne and Shirley's couch, "Reminds me of when we were Debs, ya know?"

"We're still Debs, Rose," Shirley said, "Sometimes, we forget that."

"So, DeFazio," Rosie smirked, "How's the love-life? The Fonze as hot as everyone says he is?"

Shirley, trying to get into the spirit of things, hooted encouragingly, but Laverne only shrugged, "He's OK?"

"Just OK?" Rosie asked.

Laverne shrugged, "Grabby."

Shirley's eyes bugged out, "That's usually your type, Vernie."

Laverne shrugged, "There just ain't much there." Their eyes bore holes into her, and she corrected, for Rosie's benefit, "Not that I mind!"

Rosie tilted her head, "You know, DeFazio, If I didn't know better, I'd think you don't even want to be with the Fonz..." She continued, after a meaningful pause, "Neither one of you HAVE ta do what you're doin', By the way; You got those results. Both of ya don't have to be miserable," Rosie coughed, "Not that I care if ya are..."

"Well, now that Carmine knows, I guess I don't hafta keep up this sham, now that I'm hurtin' the Cunninghams," Laverne sighed.

"But Fonzie will turn your name into mud!"

"He wouldn't do that!"

At that very moment, a knock sounded at the door. Eyes wide, none of the girls knew precisely what to do.

Laverne reached out for a bat, seeking any form of available solace. They both winced at the drunken voice that confirmed their worst fears.

"Rose, you bitch, get out here!" Screamed Ogden Greenbaum from the hallway.




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