There Is No "I" In Private
Chapter Ten
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: There is no "I" in Private
PART: ten of undetermined parts for this arc
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 (For language, anatomical refferences)
PAIRING(s): L/L; S/C; S/R

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CATEGORY: Epic Drama
CANNON/SPOILERS: Pre-Reunion Show Cannon; set five years after the series' conclusion.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne and Lenny try to cope with life under the gaze of royal watchers, who begin to impede upon their honeymoon. Meanwhile, Shirley becomes desperate to safeguard her custody of Veenie, and Rhonda gets some long-awaited news.
NOTES: The first chapter in the eighth portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look.

Kath has written a lovely wedding night within the cannon for these two; see Impure Thoughts to read it!

And yes, I couldn't quite figure out how to spell the name of Lenny's sovereign mini-nation, so I improvise.

***

Shirley clanged her spoon against the side of her coffee cup, earning the contemptuous glances of her friends. "What is it?"

"You drive me crazy," Laverne muttered. To Carmine, she added, "Does she drive you crazy?"

Carmine shrugged. "Everyone here's nuts, Laverne." He held out a hand. "How about you pass me that vodka?"

Laverne responded by placing the bottle between her lips, taking a long draught.

"Thanks." He muttered sourly.

Laverne smirked. "You ain't gettin' near the booze, Carmine, sorry."

His acidic expression seemed to say it all, and Laverne felt extremely bad about crawling in between her friends. This was Laverne's attempt to keep Carmine on the straight-and-narrow, straight enough, at least, to ensure his sobriety and charm Shirley into finally going through with marrying the lug.

It was what was best for Carmine and, truthfully, what would be best for Veenie.

A sudden clatter interrupted the peace of the meal, and down the hallway came Squiggy, clad in a suit of armor.

"Squig, put that back!" Laverne cried.

"Aww! Come on, Laverne, ya know I look like a hunk in this!"

"Leave that to Rhonda to judge, Squig." She frowned. "Speaking of marriage, have you seen Len?"

Squiggy frowned. "Not since we got here."

"Hmm..." She got up from the table, wandering away. After checking their bedroom, she saw what she feared she would see; Lenny's Lone Wolf jacket, lying on the bed.

She clutched the material to her chest. "He's been kidnapped!"

**

"Tie him up!"

Lenny's world swam into focus as a splash of water cruelly fell across his face. His hands were wrenched behind his back, and he opened his eyes to the smiling face of the gypsy he had trusted.

"What a fool!"

"Indeed, Magda; the Revolution shall have their money on guarantee, now that the Countess' oafish brother is in our clutches."

Lenny lay deliberately still, listening with tightly closed eyes.

"When will we send the ransom note?"

"Soon," The footsteps came closer. "But first, we must show them we mean business."

The silvery sound of an electrical current caused Lenny's eyes to shoot open in horror.

The sight of an electric cow prod, hovering before his eyes, caused a terrified scream to escape his lips.



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