Your Song
By MissySTORY TITLE: Your Song
PART: 1 of 1 (Prequel to Time Is a Circus Fanscript)
RATING: PG (Nothing they wouldn't air as a real reunion special)
PAIRING(s): Lenny/Laverne
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CATEGORY: Humor, SOL, challenge answer
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SETTING IN TIMELINE: Post "Here Today.."; twenty years later, circa 1988.
SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne recalls to her son just how he managed to get his unusual name
NOTES: I whipped up this story after giving Danny his unusual full name ;-)

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He pulled her onto the dance floor, half-dragging her to it's gleaming center.

"LEN!" She protested loudly, "I don't wanna dance! My ankles are swelled up an' my knees are all..."

"Yer beautiful," He cut her off with a kiss, "Sure ya do! They're playin' our song!"

She listened closely to the music as he wrapped his arms around her; or tried to. Her belly was getting in the way. "Len, I ain't never heard this song before. And since when do we have a song?!"

"We do so," He fiddled with his grip and managed to press her form more closely to his own, "There ya go. Now listen."

Laverne closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest and moving obliviously to the tune of the music. She recognized it, quickly; the tune 'Your Song,' By Elton John. It had been on the radio when they got into town that morning. Carefully, she listened to the lyrics:

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

She opened up her eyes and looked up, into his face. Lenny's blue eyes ere devoutly closed, as though worshipping her touch. He couldn't have written something so eloquent himself.

"Ya got mad last time I tried ta write ya a song," He pointed out, his lips brushing her hair.

Laverne's fingers flexed against his back, "Aww..ya know I don't mind that song so much." She smiled against his shoulder, "'Sides, you wrote me a nice 'ne two weeks ago..."

He looked ready to laugh out loud at her, "'I Gotta Get You Into My Pants?'"

She snickered, "It was a nice tribute there, Len."

Lenny snorted derisively, "I wrote it 'n California. It doesn't count."

They fell silent for a moment, then he remarked, "Ya know, we ain't slow-danced together since we found out about lil' Lint.."

"Lenny..."

"..Saurkraut..."

"LENNY!"

"Antonio? Frank? Andrew? Theodore? Gary? Michael?" Her nose wrinkled up, "We only got four more weeks ta decide, Vernie."

Laverne had never been truly indecisive before in her life, but nothing so important had ever fallen to her before. "What's th' name of the guy who wrote this song?"

He thought for a minute, "Bernie...Toupee? Taupin!" He corrected himself.

"That ain't gonna work," She frowned. Then an idea blazed to life behind her eyes, "The singer's name's Elton, right?"

"Elton Kosnowski?" Lenny pondered, horror filling his voice. Laverne frowned.

"What? I like it!"

Lenny shook his head, "Well, yer havin' 'im." He uttered, as though it made sense. In fact, he figured that she'd grow to forget the name...and then there was the possibility of the baby being a girl named Shirley....

"...But two weeks later, there you were, an' yer dad said he didn't mind Elton too much." Laverne bent down and kissed her ginger-hared son on his forehead. "An' that's why yer first name's Elton."

The six-year old settled back in his bed, much impressed with his mother's words. "I see...but gee, mom..."

Laverne smiled, knowing exactly what was coming next, "Yeah?"

His nose wrinkled up, his eyes widened, and she couldn't help but notice that he looked exactly like his father, "Why's my middle name 'Rodan'?"