Shallow Water, Part 4
By Missy



SERIES: Shallow Water
PART: four 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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She awoke a few hours later, alone, to the beeping of machines. Instantly, she started crying out for Lenny; instead, Shirley arrived.

"Laverne, he's in traction, he can't move..."

He was all she wanted; the only person she prayed to lay eyes on. "Please, Shirl.." She began, but tears swallowed her words.

"I'd take you in a wheelchair, but they don't want to move you because of your head." She cooed, "Why don't we watch some TV?" She turned on the set over Laverne's head.

Above them, a newscaster spoke about the "tragic accident" which befell Lenny and the Squiggtones. Before her face flashed Carmie's picture..then the faces of the band's bassist, Kevin, and David, the drummer. "No..." She whispered, unable to comprehend the horror surrounding her. "Please, please tell me I didn't miss the funeral."

Tears dripped from Shirley's eyes, "Carmine...his family doesn't have enough money to bury him. Not enough to give him a decent burial." Anger glittered in Shirley's eyes.

"Shirl."

"NO!" She pulled away from Laverne's touch, "Why is he dead?! Why didn't God take SQUIGGY! He's a misbegotten mongrel! I wish it were him instead of Car-."

Laverne reached out and slapped Shirley. Hard. Across the mouth.

"I don't wanna sound dramatic, Shirl." She said, icily, "But don't ever wish someone dead. Ever."

Her words seemed to break down the final wall between Shirley and her emotions. Sobbing, she threw herself across Laverne's lap, crying her eyes out.

But Laverne didn't even move. Emotion had been drained from her, leaving her white and blank as the snow that fell outside their window.

Suddenly, she heard a code blue called, a thunder of footsteps.

It was for Squiggy's room.


TBC!



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