The Imperfect Man, Part 2
By Missy


SERIES: The Imperfect Man
PART: 1 of ?
RATING: PG-13 (Some dark humor)
PAIRING(s): That's what I haven't decided yet (See notes)
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CATEGORY: Dark Humor
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SETTING IN TIMELINE: California years, post "The Mummy's Bride".
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: When Laverne is given the impression that she's one week away from being killed, she makes one last, desperate search for love (And yes, this is a black comedy)
NOTES: I'd actually like to hear people's opinion on who I should pair whom up with in the fic, or if there should be pairings at all. When you post feedback for the fic, please give your opinion on this.

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He found her curled up on the sofa, staring blankly at a wall.

"Aww, Laverne, it ain't that bad..." He said.

"You ain't the one dyin', Carmine," She snapped, curling up into a small ball, "You don't haveta worry."

"You aren't gonna die." He insisted firmly, "Just don't go to Milwaukee!"

"I have to!" She cried, "Shirl an' I have been planning this trip for a month!" Carmine's expression darkened noticeably when she mentioned Shirley. She winced, "Sorry, Carmine."

"Never mind; you can't pretend that she doesn't exist." He patted Laverne's shoulder, "She's your best friend. And she'd understand if you don't show up."

"What if I do stay home an' then I die...I dunno...by slippin' in the shower?"

"Then don't take a shower!"

"Don't you understand, Carmine? I could die just lyin' on the couch!" She sat up, "Well, I ain't gonna just sit around an' wait to die!" She hiked her skirt up several inches, lost her belt, and tucked her blouse into a lower area on her bosom.

"What are you doing?!" Carmine asked.

As she grabbed an evening back from her coat rack, Laverne shouted, "Goin' out to live!" And slammed the door behind her.

Carmine jumped to his feet; there was no way he could let Laverne go crazy. She wasn't really going to die...she couldn't as long as she avoided that damned train.

He sprinted out of the apartment, deciding it was better to act as a 200 plus pound insurance policy than to take a back seat role in Laverne's life.


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