Severed Time
Part 2
By Missy

SERIES: Severed Time
PART: 2 of ??
RATING: PG-13 (More Later)
PAIRING(s): Lenny/Laverne, Carmine/Shirley
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CATEGORY: Drama
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: Post-Hair Today...
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Lenny and Laverne's sense of peace is shattered...
NOTES: Some L/L drama.

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LAX bustled with an influx of early-evening commuters. Lenny brought his wife a coffee, and they staked out the exit gate.

"They said th' DSS lady had blond hair."

Laverne shrugged. "I'll know by Natashya." Her green eyes had locked upon the face of each child disembarking from the gate, expecting her grandchild.

Fifteen minutes later, a tow-headed little girl, clinging to a studious-looking dark haired woman, appeared. Laverne tugged hard at her husband's sleeve, her single word speaking volumes.

"Natashya."

Lenny tugged his wife into a standing position, and they both crossed the room to meet the social worker.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kosnoski?"

"Kosnowski." Lenny corrected.

"May I see some identification?" Lenny nodded, withdrawing his wallet and showing her his driver's license. Laverne was amazed at the outdated, expired things sitting in that thing. His first driver's license...that awful picture of his mother shoving his head through the bars of his playpen...those silly photos of the two of them they had taken at Cony Island during their courtship.

Her own wallet was less encumbered, sentimental; but their wedding pictures still showed up quite prominently.

Examining the licenses, the worker nodded, then gestured for them to reseat themselves.

Rocking Natashya, who remained asleep against her breast, she explained that the girl had been with foster care for two days, until Laverne and Lenny had been located. She had been fed on the plane, and since their backgrounds had checked out okay and they were technically the most eligible kin she had left, she left the girl with them.

They carried her to their car, drove her home; Lenny behind the wheel, Laverne in the backseat, staring into the features of Daisy's little girl.

She looked like Lenny; among their children, Daisy had resembled her husband the most strongly. The dealer, Natashya's father, had been African-American, and, as Shirley had once tastelessly put it, the little girl had more exotic, "mulatto" features.

They carried her home, to what had once been her mother's bed, and placed her between the soft rose-colored sheets. She stirred an hour later, with Laverne at her side.

"Mamma?"

"No, honey. It's Gramma."

The almond-shaped eyes filled with tears. "Where's mamma?"

"She's gone..."

"I want mama!"

And when she cried, Laverne climbed into bed, holding her. When Lenny joined her, the tears truly began their flow.


TBC

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