Well...Allright
Chapter Seven
By Missy

SERIES: Goosebumps!
SUBSERIES: Well...Allright
PART: seven of undetermined parts for this arc
Author: Missy
Email: lasfic@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 (For language, anatomical references)
PAIRING(s): L/L; S/C; S/R

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DISCLAIMER: Laverne and Shirley, of course, not my property and belongs to its creators.

CATEGORY: Epic Drama
CANNON/SPOILERS: Pre-Reunion Show Cannon; set five years after the series' conclusion.
FEEDBACK: PLEASE?!
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Shirley tries to keep Carmine clean, which makes their marriage of convenience supremely difficult. Lenny and Laverne become enmeshed in the touring life of Leather Tuscadaro, and Rhonda's pregnancy advances.
NOTES: The first chapter in the ninth portion to this series. For previous chapters, see the Goosebumps! Section at LAS Fic or The Look.

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"Rhonda? Wake up, Rhonda..."

She knew instantly that something was wrong; she wasn't wearing her eyelashes. And everything was bright white, too white. She couldn't keep anything she and Squiggy owned so festively appointed.

She stirs, but the IV in her arm eliminates any real movement. She tries to tug at the line, but it won't give.

"Don't, my dove."

She opens her eyes. Something was truly wrong; Squiggy was crying.

"Squiggy?"

He stared at her for a second, then seemed to snap to. "Ya almost went off a cliff."

She squinted at him, unable to remember exactly what had happened. Then small flashes; a squirrel running into the road. That was why she had swerved...

"The baby..."

"The kid's okay, but you gotta stay still."

Rhonda glared at him. "Squiggles, I can't stay still. Robert Altman expects me to..."

"You gotta stay here."

"But..no!"

"I can't say it right." He slipped his fingers through his own hair. "Uh - the docs, they said you got hurt inside from the blow ya took. You gotta say in bed until the baby's done."

She frowned. "But he surely won't hold the role." She frowned. "You can't seriously believe that I'll have to stay here forever."

"Only till the baby's out of yer tummy."

A tear slipped from her left eye. "My big break...What will become of me."

"Awww...you always got a place with Squig-well, it ain't Squignoski no more, and it ain't even a talent agency no more. But I bet you can make a great pizza!"

She took one look at him and the wailing became louder.

"Geez!" He wrapped his arms around her, and gradually, the tears stopped. "All better?"

"I'm never going to be better!"

"Hey...you got a TV in here?"

"Wouldya scram, Carmine?"

He frowned at Squiggy. "You don't wanna see me no more?"

"I don't wanna see ya drunk!"

Suddenly, Rhonda sat up. "Carmine, you're a lush. But you're a part of the family. So I don't want you to leave."

"Yeah?"

"But you're going to promise me something."

His nose wrinkled. "What?"

"You're going to stay here with me. And you're going to get sober in the process."

"I don't got much of a choice, do I?"

"No." She smiled. "You don't."


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