The Imperfect Man, Part 3
By Missy


SERIES: The Imperfect Man
PART: 3 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
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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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"Get off of that ledge, lady!"

She smiled dreamily; they didn't understand; the gypsy had said 'train'; therefore, she could dangle her foot over the ledge of this building. She wouldn't die.

"Ma'am, this is the police, please, don't jump."

Now they were the crazy ones; she definitely wasn't about to jump. No, because death didn't want her to go this way; it wanted her on a train with her brains splattering across the Utah plains.

She didn't see Carmine until his arm hooked her back into the room. And at that point she was already kicking him in the nose.

"Ow!" he dropped her to the floor as the police surrounded them, "What was that for?"

"Fer takin' me off the ledge! It was nice an' cool up there!" She said.

The voice of a counselor droned on in her ear, "Observation...why...talk..."

"You don't need those handcuffs."

"Yes, we do," The person was speaking to Carmine, not to her, "She's a danger to herself."

"She only has four days to live!"

"You'll have to take that up with the district attorney, Sir."

Laverne couldn't believe that she was about to spend the last week of her life in the booby hatch.

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"No." Laverne said tiredly, "I don't think I'm God. An' I don't think I can fly. But I am going to die."

That was when they gave her the shot.

She awoke in the middle of the night, sweating, starving.

With the sound of someone tapping at the barred window.

She didn't have time to grasp her surroundings; the solitary shadowed room. She saw Carmine, saw him carefully sawing through the screen between the bars of her windows.

She couldn't believe that he was trying to rescue her. She wished Shirley were around, to smack some good sense into him.

That was when the lights came on.


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