Molly Secrets Revealed: Part 2

I do not own Tale Spin. I do not own Gummi Bears. I do not own Gargoyles. This story is only for entertainment purposes.

When the building exploded.

I died.

My life for the past 19 years, was literally blown up in my face.

I never even got to say goodbye, or tell her how proud she made me. She was just gone.

The heat of the fire reached my face. Nothing else mattered to me. My Molly had just been killed,

and I felt a pain I thought I would never feel again. A pain that had been dulled since I lost her father Cubbi.

I had just dropped the phone.

I screamed.

Then she was gone.

That fire ball flying towards the window was of no concern to me.

Let it hit me.

Take me to my Cubbi.

Take me to my Mol-! Molly?

"DUCK!"

I moved just in time to see a soot covered bear with flying through the window.

"YEOOOOUCH! HOT-HOT-HOT-HOT-HOT-HOT-HOT!"

Molly dropped the now glowing red glider and was covered from head to toe in smoke from the fire.

"Molly? Your alive!"

I hugged her never wanting to let her go. She was alive! I broke down crying, thanking whatever god allowed this miracle to occur.

"Oh come on mom! If there is one thing I have learned from you and Baloo, its that it will take a lot more than a little fire to stop me!"

I don't fully understand why, but I pushed her at arms length and slapped her.

"A little fire? Molly the building was blown up!"

Though completely black I saw her eyes narrow.

"Yeah, one of my enemies must know who I am. You have to go to Louies for a while mom. Just till things calm down."

I let out a sigh, it was as much of a relief for her being alive and well, as it was for being unable to hide the truth from her anymore.

"Molly, it wasn't one of your enemies that destroyed the building, it was one of mine."

I stalled Molly, for what I knew would be the last time. I had intended to tell her about her father. I had never intended to tell her about the man who had killed him. Mr. Planter. Now I had no choice. I had her take a shower and change her cloths and wait till the fire department and ambulances left. I also turned out needed to change my cloths after hugging her smoke covered body.

Molly's hands had been burned a little, but nothing that required medical attention. Her suit it turned out was a fire proof material. When the building had exploded she still had her glider out. The heat and wind from the blast caused her glider to act like a sail and pushed her out of the building. The building it turns out had been evacuated a few hours prior. For what purpose? Just for Molly? I had no idea who built her suit, where she got her helmet, those were hidden away for now. It was time. No more stalling. I walked towards the area I knew Molly would be.

She was waiting for me in the kitchen. A cup of hot coco was in front of her. Most people would drink tea to calm down. Not Molly, she was a cup of coco girl.

Baloo had rushed over when he saw the explosion. I told him we were fine. After several reassurances later he left. For a guy who is only hanging around so he can buy back his plane, he sure does care for us. Just to be on the safe side, I told Baloo to stall all flights until Wiley Cat had inspected the planed from top to bottom, inside and out. Looking for anything out of the ordinary, like a bomb. I was a little grateful for the distraction. The longer Baloo stayed the longer I could avoid my daughters interrogation. I considered asking him to spend the night-No!

Baloo and I have been down that road before, it didn't work then. No reason just because some maniac comes back from the dead, who tried to kill my daughter, we would work now. Life is complicated that way.

As I am walking towards the kitchen I see Molly. Only its not Molly. Its me. Every time I ever disciplined her over the years I had that exact look on my face. Arms crossed and every thing. Well at least she's not-.

tap

tap

tap

-Oh crud, she's tapping her foot. Better get this over with.

"Just start from the beginning mom."

Straight to the point. At least I know she learned good negotiation skills from me.

"Alright Molly. It all started one night, 24 years ago."