Hearts Yearn
A Molly/Spike A/U fic
By the Angel
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. It all belongs to Vince McMahon and Titan Sports. Michelle Branch owns "All You Wanted."
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Molly giggled lightly. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but— I never knew a Dudley could be this nice!" Spike blushed a cotton candy color and shrugged. "Guess there is always one bad apple in the bunch." He joked.
Spike's glasses hung loosely on his nose. Molly indicated that they needed to be straightened. "Er, Spike…" She pointed to her nose. Spike got her drift. "Heh, thanks." He moved his arm slowly around her shoulder and suddenly dropped it. It was too fast.
"Is everything okay?" Molly asked. She saw his hand hang loosely on his side. Spike turned away, uncomfortably. "Sorry." He muttered sheepishly. Molly nodded. "Um, okay… It's been good talking to you, but I have a match now."
Spike tried to hide his disappointment. "Can I escort you to your match?" He asked quickly without thinking. Molly cocked her head, puzzled. Spike kicked himself mentally for being such a screw up. "I mean, if you want me to…" He trailed off.
Molly grinned and looked down to her lap. "Crash is escorting me." The annoyance in her voice made Spike a bit more cheerful. Molly didn't want Crash to escort her- she wanted Spike! At least he hoped.
"Who are you fighting?" Spike stalled. He stalled for time. The longer she stayed with him, the happier he'd be. "Lita." Molly moaned. "She's going to tear me into a billion shreds." Molly wailed.
Spike nodded. "Watch out for Matt Hardy." Molly chuckled. "Crash will take care of him. I am sure of that." She smiled at Spike, and he smiled back at her. The backstage area seemed silent. "So…" Spike said, massaging his neck. This was awkward.
"I got to run." Molly turned her on her heel, waved, and ran back to her dressing room. Spike hopped back up onto the table. "Bye." He muttered. Her presence seemed to linger around the air. Her cheerful aura seemed to stay long after she went back to her room.
"I don't mean to be rude, or anything, but—I never knew a Dudley could be this nice!"
Her words rang his head. Over and over. And over. Her high pitched, country voice played like a tape recorder again and again and again.Sighing, he got up off the table. He might as well go back to the Dudleyz dressing room. Playing her smile one last time, he had to grin too.
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Spike frowned at Molly. He pictured that scene a million times in his mind. Why didn't he have the nerve to ask her? He saw her—She was there. Standing. Waiting. For him. Not for anyone else, but for him.
He thinks about her. Constantly. Turning the other way, he sighs. The heart yearns…
// If you want to,
I can save you.
I can take you away from here…
So lonely inside,
So busy out there…
And all you wanted was somebody who cares //