Note: This takes place in between issue 13 and Issue 1, the first time Mal held Molly's hand. This is narrated by Molly. I think this is called a one-shot? I don't know, this is my first fic, so sorry that it's not that great. If you have time, comment and let me know what you think!
She wasn't sure if she'd ever held hands with anyone else before, besides the 4-year olds she babysat for, and when she was younger and less awkward and when she was less of whatever it was that she was now that her parents weren't proud of her, her mom. But, she didn't want to think about that today because today Mal had held her hand. When it happened, she was sure she'd blushed like crazy, but she'd quickly smothered her jaw breaking grin because Yes, Molly, Mal is standing right next to you, and you are only friends and hand-holding could mean a lot of other platonic friendshippy things. But mostly she ran, because the Zodiac Cabin was behind them with a bloodlust and Capture the Flag isn't something that waits for you and your existential crisis.
She snuck into the Roanoke cabin and tossed herself down on her bed, smiling wider than she knew was possible into her pillow as she replayed the scene in her head. She loved it here, she loved it here. There was a scent of fresh, clean forest air and god, no one ever told you you weren't good enough or normal enough or built labels and boxes around you. She knew it couldn't last and she knew she was living inside a bubble and soon enough she'd be gone and as good as erased from her new friend's memories- but she was happy here. And Mal had held her hand.