The Imperfect Man, Part 8
By Missy


SERIES: The Imperfect Man
PART: 8 of 9
RATING: R (Some dark humor, cursing)
PAIRING(s): That's what I haven't decided yet (See notes)
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CATEGORY: Dark Humor
PAIRING: Lenny/Laverne/Carmine triangle (There! I settled on one all by myself!; this blank will be filled after this chapter is read)
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: this is a short but action-packed connecting chapter :)

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Carmine awoke with a pounding stress headache.

Dear God, what had he done?

He looked at Laverne, smiling blissfully beside him. Jesus, what a mess. His body had reacted, as had hers, but ultimately there was nothing between them.

He felt guilty and dirty.

Dressing swiftly, He shook Laverne awake. Her smile faded.

"D-Day." She said suddenly. She got up and dressed without another word.

***

Lenny was oblivious as to what had happened between them. Guilty looks were between Laverne and Carmine as they ate a gas station breakfast.

"Nice weather." Lenny remarked idly. His friends did not reply. "What'd I do wrong."

"Nothing, Len." Laverne lied, leaning against his arm, "I'm just real tired."

"You slept a long time," He worried, "You shouldn't be tired at all."

"Oh, well...it's a different sort of tired. The kind where you know you're gonna be taking a dirt nap soon."

"You ain't gonna die." Lenny insisted, his fingers wrenching tightly upon her arm, "I don't wanna know what a world without you is gonna be like!"

Laverne nuzzled Lenny's neck, "It's gonna be OK for you."

"But it won't be without..."

"STOP IT!! Will you guys JUST STOP IT!"

"Carmine," Laverne hissed.

"Laverne, I'm tired of your lovey-dovey bullshit. Especially after last night."

'CARMINE!"

"WHAT?! You're dyin' today, what difference does it make if Lenny knows we fucked last night?"

His speech was cut off as red lights bore down on their tail.

As he revved the engine, sirens began blaring.





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