Shallow Water, Part 1
By Missy

SERIES: Shallow Water
PART: one of an arc of undermined length
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 (This part), for dramatic angst.
PAIRING(s): L/L

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DISCLAIMER: Laverne and Shirley, of course, not my property and belongs to its creators.

CATEGORY: Humor, SOL, L/L
CANNON/SPOILERS: California era. Hippie-era, pre Altamont.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne accompanies Lenny on his first ever professional music tour...and then tragedy strikes.
NOTES: Just a little fluff piece I came up with out of nowhere.

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He hadn't seen that break in the overpass coming. Not that anyone would know that; months later, when it would be talked about, they would praise him as a hero for keeping the bus from plunging into a ravine, which would have been a true devastation.

No one knew how drunk he was. Not that it made a whit of difference, because Harold the bus driver was dead.

The lives he had changed, with one beer too many, would never forget the feeling of over a ton of steel screeching to a stop and breaking in half, spilling them barefoot into the snow.

And The Squiggtones would never be the same.

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The only thing Laverne would remember of that night was being tossed through the air. When she landed, her teeth rattled, but, miraculously, her spine was not shattered. And she could walk, move, and talk. When the bus spat her out onto the street, through a window and out of the arms of her lover, she only broke a few fingers on her left hand.

She would bear witness to the carnage of the bus driver.

She searched through the scattered possessions, car parts, for her mate. Somehow, she found him; half-pinned to a guard rail, bleeding from a head wound, but alive.

"Lenny.." Her heart seemed to beat his name. "Lenny..."

"I'm OK." He cheerfully lied, but he wasn't bleeding from the mouth; his cuts were only superficial. Half of him was still pinned to the guardrail by the bus' seat, and she couldn't move it.

"Don't move, Len, Don't move," She wrapped her arms around him, trying to keep him warm, "Just stay with me."

"I ain't goin' nowhere." He looked ridiculously cheery, with snowflakes dashing his brow. She cuddled up to him for warmth, hating the thinness of her nightgown.

The both came to the same worried realization at the same moment.

"Where's Squiggy?"


TBC!



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