Weeds Between Graves
Part Six
By Missy

SERIES: Weeds Between Graves
PART: 6 of ??
RATING: PG-13 (Adult themes, language and materials)
PAIRING(s): Lenny/Laverne; Squiggy/Shirley
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CATEGORY: Drama
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
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.

***

In a second, Shirley had an audience clustered around her.

"They said you weren't getting' out for a week!" Frank protested loudly.

"I made them release me. All of my burns are healed. My hands have already been grafted, and there's nothing they can do but have me change them, and see my doctor."

"I'm gonna take her, Mister DeFazio." Squiggy said, having perched himself on the arm of her chair.

Frank's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong with Carmine?"

Shirley winced. "We broke up."

Frank slammed his hands into the flour-coated apron. "Is everything in the world gonna change today?" He shouted.

"It was a long time coming, Mister DeFazio. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." He said gruffly, shoving his way back into the kitchen before anyone could see him cry.

"Poor man," Shirley mumbled.

"What was it like, Shirley? What did you see?"

"I can't talk about it, Mrs. Babbish."

She was abashed. "I'm sorry. I just thought -"

"I understand."

She was so uncommonly serene that Laverne just stood back and watched her. "Wouldya look at that, Len?"

"Ya always did call Shirley a saint." He poked her shoulder. "Look out."

The little girl stepped right through the people milling around Shirley. "You've done well. I'll take you back to Knapp Street now."

"Ya mean we don't get to walk?" Lenny asked, light sarcasm in his voice.

She smiled. "You can, if you'd like."

"No!" He grabbed the little girl's hand, Laverne the other, and they were transported instantaneously back to Laverne and Shirley's apartment.

***

The little girl strolled around the apartment. "Shirley has a stuffed cat?"

"Right." Laverne said, nervously.

"Good. Your mission," She said to Laverne, "Is to rip off the cat's tail. Yours," she indicated Lenny, "is to put the tail in your old apartment."

As always, she vanished before they could question her logic.





TBC

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