Severed Time
Prolouge
By Missy

SERIES: Severed Time
PART: Prolouge of ??
RATING: PG-13 (More Later)
PAIRING(s): Lenny/Laverne, Carmine/Shirley
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CATEGORY: Drama
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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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"Two glasses for you, and two glasses for me." She sits back and looks at the sunny yellow table. "We need to stop drinkin' mimosas, Len."

He smiles, straddling the green-padded oak chair backwards, as though he's still twenty. "Well, I like 'em and you like 'em, Vernie. And..." He smirks. "We ain't passin' out in vats at the Shotz plant no more."

She blushes, as used to his teasing as she is. "You drank me under the table more than once, Len." She points out.

"I still could..."

She frowns at him. "Uh-uh. We're too old for that. And-" She gestures to their surroundings; a green velveteen and pink cotton- covered diner named Boo Boo Kitchen. "-we got responsibilities now."

He pouted. "We got responsibilities forever."

Laverne patted his hand. "Len, we just sent our last kid off to college." She pressed her lip to the rim of the mimosa glass. "Five kids, two of which are married and live in bigger houses than we though we'd ever see. Time to live it up."

"Yeah." He smirked. "As much as ya can when you're in debt an' all you got to your name is a old house."

She wiggled her brow. "I didn't get rida Shirl and Carmine early, just so we could sit an' talk, Len."

He smirked. "I shoulda taken Viagra..."

That made her laugh out loud. The one thing Lenny never seemed to need was Viagra.

Laverne had a witty rejoinder prepared, but the phone, secured behind the lunch counter, rang shrilly through their still morning air. She groaned, getting up and sliding across the surface to reach it. She reacted with her first instinctual response. "We're closed."

"Mrs. Kosnowski?" The dry, impersonal voice at the other end of the line made Laverne oddly uneasy.

"Yes?"

"This is Clover County General; I'm afraid we have your daughter."

Laverne shuddered. "Which one?"

"A Ms. Daisy Kosnowski."

Laverne's fingers froze on the cord. Daisy. The one child she could not soothe; the one who had run wild throughout her childhood. Her little girl, who had run away to be a rock star in New York and come home pregnant and alone, only to collect herself and do a fine job of raising Natashya. Her baby. Something was wrong, and this time, somehow, Laverne knew she couldn't fix it.

"I'm afraid there's been an accident..."


TBC

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