I Never Promised You a Pepsi Tree, Part 8
By Missy

SERIES: I Never Promised You a Pepsi Tree
PART: eight, 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 unlocked the door to the Pizza Bowl, swinging it open and allowing she and Lenny into the restaurant.

"Y' want something, Len? I can try an' make it, but I ain't gonna promise ya it'll turn out good..."

"Nah, just a beer."

"This early?"

He nodded, and she shrugged, pouring him a fresh draft. Laverne selected a glass of water and joined him.

They drank in silence before Lenny said, "Shirl's havin' puppies, then?"

She glared at him, "That's not funny."

"Yeah, but she sorta is.." Lenny pointed out, "Why aren't ya gonna tell me?"

"Because.." She sighed, "I can't break the pact we made."

Lenny frowned, "Vernie...Yer cuttin' yourself up, marryin' some guy you don't love, just so no one can figure out who's havin' a baby?"

Laverne's jaw tightened, "We're single; we ain't got husbands. Guys like you can go around and do anything ya want. Not us. We get talked about. Like what YOU wrote on that bathroom wall at Vinny's." He blanched, "Could ya drive me to work, Len?"

He shrugged, "Sure, Vernie." They left the restaurant, Laverne locking the door behind her. She said not another word to him on the ride over.

The sight of a classic Coup with the word FonZ on the license plate, parked front of a notorious club called Foxxes, said it all.

***

Shirley Feeney laughed deeply as Richie Cunningham told her about his little sister, Joanie.

"...And my dad still won't talk in front of her!"

Shirley smiled, "Your folks sound so nice, Richie..." She drifted off, glancing around at the shiny interior of Arnolds. "Are you sure you want to be seen with me like this?"

Richie shrugged, "Oh sure. You're a great friend, Shirley." And he touched her hand, very gently, "A very sweet lady."

Shirley refused to meet his eyes, "It's nice to hear that."

"I'm sorry that jerk Carmine said that to you."

"Carmine's not a jerk, he's confused." Shirley explained.

"Are you..really...you know?"

Shirley blushed, "Richie, I can't tell you that."

"But..."

"Laverne and I have a pact, to protect the two of us in this mess. To keep the baby's life uncomplicated, we have to let things go on the way they are."

"But that's not..."

"Don't worry. Everything will work out, Richie." She patted his hand, "Thank you for being so sweet. Could you give me a ride to the plant?"

Richie nodded, gallantly paying for their sodas.

In the parking lot, a shock awaited them; Richie's windshield had been shattered, and one word in lipstick lay scrawled across the hood.

"Slut."

***

Carmine Ragusa rolled over in a strange bed, his head throbbing remorselessly. He swallowed through a dry throat, eyelashes fluttering at the harsh sunlight.

Something heavy held his torso down; his desperate need for a bathroom forced him to move the arm's owner off of his torso.

What he saw beside him shocked him to stillness.

A naked Rosie Greenbaum, snoring but with a sweet smile upon her lips.




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