Note: This is the sequel to 'Who Knew?' and the second story in the Inbetweeners series. I don't own the WWF, nor does my co – writer, unfortunately. I wish I owned Spike, though…
What They Deserve
By Voodoo Fighting Weasel
Spike entered his dressing room in the back. He'd had two successes this evening; first, Molly won her match against Crash (with a little help from Jackie, sure, but she won nonetheless) and then he'd managed to screw up his brother's match against Jericho. Jericho was a good guy, much better than his brothers, anyway, and he'd rather he won than Buh Buh and D – Von, the jerks. Spike didn't know what had gotten into them; but whether it was tough love as everyone said, or just plain spitefulness, Spike didn't like it.
Walking into the room, he was pounced on by what appeared to be a soft, whitish blond pink blur that fit just right into his arms and squeaked, "Spike!"
"Hey, Mols," He said, smiling warmly. She'd seemed to be on a natural rush since winning her match against Crash; she wanted to show him for being the way he had the last couple of days.
"You did it! You managed to stick up for us against your brothers, you managed to screw up their match, and you helped Chris in the process! You're wonderful!" Molly said, hugging him tightly.
"Thanks, but… can I finish walking through the door?" Spike asked playfully. Molly slapped him lightly on the arm, but allowed him to walk further into the room and shut the door.
"You really did great out there, Spike. That Dudley Dog on Buh Buh… it was amazing! It was just what he deserved." Molly said with a tone of finality.
"Yeah, it was just what he deserved…" Spike said, nodding and sitting down on the bench, closely followed by Molly.
"But Spike, aren't you…" Molly's voice trailed off. Spike frowned. "Aren't I what?"
"Nothing. It's nothing." Molly said quickly, biting her lip like she always did when she was worried.
Spike gently tipped her face up towards him. "It's not nothing. You always get that look when you have something to say… now aren't I what?" He said, friendly but firm.
Molly sighed. "I'm sorry, I just didn't know what you'd think… Spike, aren't you worried about what your brothers are going to do? They might do something awful, or try and mess up some of your matches."
"Let them try!" Spike said boldly. "I can take 'em." He continued, haughtily. "And besides, when I'm with you, nothing can stop me. Especially not those two jerks."
Molly smiled gently. "Maybe, but you shouldn't be too confident. They play dirty. You don't. You should watch out." She chastised him, like a scolding mother. Spike sighed.
"I know Mols, I know. And I will. Don't worry! I'll beat 'em. And that's why I'm going to Commissioner Regal and I'm going to get him to make a tag team match for the titles between Jericho and me versus my brothers." Spike touched her gently on the cheek. "I'm going right now, in fact, so it'll be up on the card and there's no way my brothers can mess it up. I'll be right back, okay, Mols?"
"Okay, Spike. But just be careful… promise?" She said, in a small, hopeful voice.
"I promise. I always promise." He kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Be right back." Spike left the room, going off to Regal's office. Molly watched after him, holding her hand over the place on her cheek where he'd kissed her.