Shallow Water, Part 3
By Missy



SERIES: Shallow Water
PART: three of a fic of undetermined 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, Horror, Drama, 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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"Laverne? La-verne?"

Momma, is that you?

"Laverne, can you hear me?"

Not mamma...Shirl?

"Urly.." Something was down her throat, preventing her from talking.

"Doctor! She's awake!" Laverne opened her eyes; she was no longer at the wreck site; a cheery, clean hospital room taunted her eyes. Suddenly, there was a bright light, and a flurry of motions; she gagged as a tube was removed.

"Miss DeFazio, can you say anything?"

Her voice came out in a rough gasp, her first word, "Lenny?"

"He's fine; just came out of surgery; we had to reconstruct his leg."

"Gawd...how's Squiggy?"

A glimmer of concern, "He's in surgery. They're trying to relieve some pressure from his brain; if the operation is successful, he should be fine."

She didn't want to say something about Carmine; not in front of Shirley. "What's wrong with me?"

"You stopped breathing due to a concessive injury to your brain; you've actually been asleep for quite awhile. We educed an artificial coma and.." He realized that his words were useless to her foggy brain, "You had a concussion and were unconscious for a week."

"OK.." She tried to rise, but dizzily fell backward. "Is there anything else wrong?"

"No, indeed, and your child is healthy and active."

She stared at him, uncomprehending, "Child?"

"Indeed," He smiled, "The baby is seven weeks along, and vital." He rose a brow, "It's unplanned, isn't it?"

She covered her abdomen reflexively, "Yeah," Not knowing what else to say, "Yeah."

Shirley's jaw had dropped to the ground, "Laverne, what are you going to do?"

She curled into a ball, trauma filing every nerve within her body. She felt a weakness that prevented her from doing anything other than lose herself to her emotion, "Pray for Carmine," She said.

And then wracking sobs overtook her form.


TBC!



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