The Sopranos-
By Jane And Katty
Author's notes: Hi, you may know me from some NSync fics (or not), and Jane,who also goes by cinniuna,has written some poems. This is our first Sopranos story, so be gentle. We'd like to thank David Chase and the whole cast for making the show rule so much. And making Tony and Dr. Melfi so in love. That's fun to write about. And thanks to all our friends, of course, except Lindsay because she stinks. She refuses to give the show a chance. But we know she thiks Vincent Pastore is hot.
Disclaimer:We don't own The Sopranos or any of it's characters. We do,however,own Jimmy Paccioli,and if James Gandolfini,Vincent Pastore,or Michael Imperioli read this,we love you! We miss you,Pussy!
Rated:R

Chapter 1-
"Please! I'll do anything! Just don't kill me!" Jimmy Paccioli cried as he lay on the ground at the mercy of his enemy. "I've got a wife and kids!"
"Should have fucking thought of that before you ratted,huh?" Tony Soprano growled,pistol in hand."Fucking fed."
With those words,Tony pulled the trigger,splattering Paccioli's brains onto the brown New Jersey dirt. He casually put his gun away,and dragged Paccioli,the former rat,onto a small boat by the riverside.
He climbed onto the boat and sat off downriver. When he reached a secluded area,Tony dumped Paccioli over the edge. At that moment,a barrage of images of anther boat,another time,and another friend flooded his
mind. He staggered backwards with his hand over his heart before succumbing to another panic attack. (Cue eerie instrumental piece)

"Oh,fuck.What the hell happened to me?",Tony wondered as he pulled himself up. He stood in the boat,trying to remember the events of the past few hours. The gun in his pocket brought back the thought of Paccioli,and his
death. He glanced at the large gold watch on his wrist.
"7 o'clock! Fuck!" he cried. Tony started the boat and sped off to the shore. He was late for dinner.


THE SOPRANO HOUSE-7:50 PM

"Tony!",Carmela Soprano shouted as her husband walked into their home. "Where were you? You never miss dinner!"
"I had some business to take care of." Tony said,kissing Carmela's cheek.
"Wow, THERE'S a surprise," she muttered.
Then he noticed the plates piled high in the sink. "You ate without me, Carm?!"
"We were hungry," she said.
"Anything left over at least?" Tony's voice started to become urgent.
"No, nothing."
"You and A.J. ate my share? My entire share? Jesus!"
"Well, not just me and A.J. ..."
"Oh, God, Carm. Let me guess. Monsignor Jughead's been here!"
"Father Intintola. Yes."
Tony smacked his forehead. "Oh, fuck, Carm, I thought you'd wised up about coming on to the fucking priest of all people. Now Monsignor Jughead--"
"Don't call him that!"
"Okay, Father Jughead's lucky he left before I got home or his guts would be all over your spotless goddam kitchen floor right now."
"TONY, stop it, will you? Has it deteriorated to the point where you go psycho over my having friends--"
"Not that you can't have any friends, I just don't like your having friends who you invite to spend the fucking night"
"Watching DVDs",he added pointedley. He muttered something about communion,that Carmela only half heard.
"Well,what about your Dr. Melfi?" she asked accusingly,glaring acidly at him.
"Look,Carm,there's nothing going on between Jennifer and-"
"Jennifer?" Carmela interrupted. " Oh,I'm convinced."
"Why would I want Melfi when I already have someone like you?"
"You mean that?"
"Of course I do." Tony replied,taking her hand. " I love ya,Carm. And no amount of therapy is gonna change that. Forgive me?"