"Boss what was that all about? We have a reputation to keep, we don't go around whimping others off because they're a girl!" Kevin Nash threw a chair angrily across the room, his face one of irritation.

Xpac cursed under his breath, sitting down on the couch provided for in their locker room. "I've been thinking about this and I came to a conclusion."

Scott Hall broke his silence, his piercing stare burning into Xpac's back. "This better be good, if it ain't then maybe you don't have what it takes to be the leader of the nWo….XPAC."

Xpac knew that his teammates were serious. Ever since he had joined the group, Hall and Nash had always entitled him as "boss", never calling him by his real name. Should he voice his opinion and risk everything he had accomplished from being mid-roster to the top of the main roster?

"Molly Holly should join the nWo." Xpac stated.

"You can't be serious!" Nash exploded.

Nash looked furious, Xpac had finally gone over the edge. And only a few weeks after joining the nWo no less.

"Before you beat me straight to the hospital, listen to this. Molly, she's tough for a chick." Xpac thought up of possibilites as to why he would want Molly to join. In reality, he only wanted her to be part of the team because she caught sight of when he was at his weakest. She could use that against him and the nWo. And he wasn't willing to let that happen, not after being out of the WWF for months after a career threatening injury.

"She was crying Niagra Falls out in the ring." Nash snorted.

"She's still pretty strong. She's got inside sources too; we could get her to go snooping around old man Vince to see what he's got up his sleeve. She'll help us cause more destruction than what we could accomplish on our own."

Scott Hall rubbed his chin, deep in thought. "That might actually not be a bad idea. How do you know if she'll be trustworthy to the team? We don't want a rat letting in her little buddies over this."

Xpac smirked cruelly, his old personality shining through. "Molly's just a doormat for every one to step on. It won't take us much to convince her to keep her mouth shut."

Some of Nash's anger had lessened, as he actually thought of the idea. He caved in at last, the selfishness of wanting to put Vince out of business stronger than his hate for ones weaker than him. "She better bring something good to us."

"Don't worry Nash, I've got it all worked out."

*****

Molly Holly gently swatted off the hands of the paramedics that wanted to make sure she didn't have a concussion. She felt fine, except for the deep longingness inside for her razor.

She waved the paramedics away, locking her locker room door for good measure, to make sure no one came walking in by accident and discovered what she was up to.

She went over to the clothes that she had worn the day before that lay in a pile on the couch. She found her jeans, digging through the pockets. Molly became frantic when she realized, her razor was no longer where she had put it. She tried to think back to when she had last used it, though it was no use. The razor was gone.

Her hands began to tremble slightly, her thoughts in scrambles before her. She needed something sharp…but where would she find it? She entered her small bathroom, she opened all the doors and cabinets inside, finding all of them were empty.

She saw out of the corner of her eye her own reflection, causing her to standstill. Her previous razor had been from a broken glass. The mirror could be…

Molly touched the smooth surface of the mirror, her own reflection looking back at her with one of wonder. Should she try to get a fragment of the mirror? Would the others hear the commotion and come running?

She rested her hand on the center of the mirror. Molly could already feel the relief radiating from her hand and into her heart. No matter what the costs, she knew she needed that easing of pain.

Just like Xpac needed his, Molly thought as she smashed her hand onto the mirror, the jagged pieces flying in all directions.

She felt the tiny shards piercing into the palm of her hand. Welts of blood began to form, each crimson red drop falling into the sink, leaving only a trace before it disappeared down the drain. Molly wiped her hand on the side of her shirt, leaving a dark stain of fingerprints caused by her own flesh.

Molly knelt down to the ground, more glass shattering beneath her knees. She ignored the stinging of the debris nestling into her bare feet. She went through all the pieces, finding the perfect razor near the edge of the door of the bathroom.

Reaching for it, she coiled back in fear when she heard her locker room door open. She had no time to regain her composure before the figure was facing her. Seeing her blood, the glass, her scars.

*****

Xpac stood outside of Molly's locker room, reluctance filling his mind. He had come off as confident in front of Nash and Hall, but when he was actually outside, ready to offer Molly an proposal she couldn't refuse, he felt uncertain of how what her reaction would be.

His fogged thoughts cleared when he heard the faint, though distinct sound of breaking of glass. He reached for the door, turning the knob. Locked. He shrugged, he figured, since it was Molly, she couldn't possibly be doing anything unlawful that he would be surprised about. Nothing shocked him anymore, why would anything be, when he was no longer scared of death.

He revealed a small paper clip hidden beneath his taped arms. Unfolding the metal, he slid it into the crook of the lock. He jimmied it, listening for the click of the lock unlocking. He stepped back with satisfaction after hearing the door unlock. He turned the doorknob, opening the door..

TBC.