Weeds Between Graves
Part Four
By Missy
SERIES: Weeds Between Graves
PART: 4 of ??
RATING: PG-13 (Adult themes, language and materials)
PAIRING(s): Lenny/Laverne; Squiggy/Shirley
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CATEGORY: Drama
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SETTING IN TIMELINE: Milwaukee cannon, late-season five.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Lenny and Laverne find themselves tools of the Big Good, though they're not entirely comfortable with their mission...
NOTES: In which I steal myth arch from "Joan of Arcadia" and "One Life To Live". Don't worry, I only sort of joke ;-).
Inspired at least in part by the Hootie and The Blowfish song "Running From An Angel". Mostly because Shirley must deal with her daddy issues at some point in her life. And it sounds like a sea chantey.
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Laverne realized that running is a far easier endeavor when you're dead. They made it from the hospital to Knapp Street in record time, and managed to figure out that the angel had indicated the girl's appartment, instead of the boy's.
She appeared before them, smiling sweetly. "Get everything here cleaned up. A visitor is coming."
Laverne glanced around the apartment. The breakfast dishes she and Shirley had finished two days before were rotting in the sink. She winced at the smell. "I'll do these. Pick up the floor, Len."
He nodded, and as they went about their tasks they discovered more things that needed to be completed. The floors were vacuumed, frames dusted; the beds made. Clothing put away, and windows washed. The plants were fed, along with Shirley's canary.
Everything in its place, Laverne realized how hard Shirley had worked to keep it all in order, and felt guilty that she hadn't kept up her share.
"We did good, Len."
"Uh-huh." He huffed, sitting down.
The door rattled on its hinges, and Laverne backed away as her father stepped through the door. He staggered into the room.
"Boo Boo Kitty." He mumbled, reaching down and grabbing the stuffed cat. He looked around him, at the neatened apartment.
"All gone. Nothin' left." He muttered. He punched the couch. "Why me, God? Why my family, huh? Why my muffin? Why Shirley?"
Laverne rushed toward him. "Pop.." Her hand passed through him.
"He can't hear ya, Vernie."
"But I..."
"He can't..."
The little angel appeared, her eyes alighting on Frank. "That was the only way he could mourn, through anger. I'm sorry."
"This is a trick." She snapped. "It's a trick; you're makin' me hurt my family!"
"I promise you, this isn't a trick." She held out her hands. "Come with me..."
Lenny took the girl's hand. "Laverne, I ain't goin' nowhere without you."
Reluctantly, she filled the girl's other palm.
***
In a flash of light, they were at the Pizza Bowl.
"You need to make a dozen pizzas..."
"Hold a minute; why've we gotta do all this?" Laverne asked. "A trick, I knew it!"
"Do you need to know? You're preparing dinner for your memorial service."
Laverne's jaw dropped.
"If you take this strain off of your father's shoulders, he will be better prepared to deal with the declaration Edna will make this evening. I need to go."
And at that, she disappeared.
TBC
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