Title: I Scream
Sequel to: You Scream
Series: Labors of Love
Author: Chelli
Disclaimer: In my universe, the WWF and its characters are mine. In this one, it doesn't work that way; they belong to the WWF.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Who was grabbing Molly's arm, and what happened afterward
Dedicated: To everyone whose sent me feedback : )
Authors Note: Sappy. That's all I'm good at: angst and sap. Except this one has an extra element: corniness. Deal with it.
PLEASE read it! There's a pay-off in an upcoming chapter, I promise
= thoughts, ** = emphasis
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She did the only thing she could think of at the moment; she screamed…
Right before she collected herself. Okay, I can handle this, she thought. She clasped his hand hard, turned, and twisted it behind his back. "Who are you, and why were you trying to attack me?" She asked, her voice filled with pent-up anger. Not only because this man had just attacked her, but because the way he smelled, the way he was built, the way he walked; he reminded her of… Spike?
"Molly! Its Spike! I just wanted to talk! Please, PLEASE let go of me before you break my hand!"
Molly immediately let go of Spikes hand and looked at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry…" she started to say. "Wait, no I'm not! That's the least you deserve for what you did. I ought to really break your arm! Well, okay, maybe not break it. I should sprain your wrist then… no, that would hurt too much. Well-" she paused, trying to think of a something good.
"I'm gonna pinch you!" Spike didn't do or say anything to stop her, figuring a little pinch wouldn't hurt much. If it made her feel better, he was all for it. However, he didn't realize Molly was an expert pincher; it came with hanging out with her cousins all the time. She knew pretty much every trick like pinching and tickling.
He jerked back as Molly took a bit of his skin between her thumb and forefinger and *squeezed.* "OWWWWWIEEEE," he cried out. "Geez Mol, you sure know how to pinch a guy."
"Yeah, well," Molly said, grinning and shrugging before she remembered who she was talking to. When she did, her face was filled with anger again. "Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't do it again."
Spike just in shock for a moment. Molly *wanted* to hurt him? This was worse than he thought. "Cuz, um… it would hurt?"
"I'm waiting," Molly said, as if he hadn't even spoken. There was a moment of silence before she shook her head. "Forget it," she said. As she started to walk away, Spike grabbed her hand again.
"Wait! Please!" he said, sounding desperate.
"What is it?" she asked, exasperated. "All I want to do is drowned my sorrows in a tub of New York Super Fudge Chunk! Is that so much to ask?!"
Spike's face immediately became even more concerned than it had been before. "Drowned your sorrows? What's wrong Molly? What happened?"
Molly just stared at him for a moment. There was complete silence. It was like the calm before the storm, and it was scaring the hell out of Spike.
"What's wrong?" she asked, quietly at first. "What's wrong?" she said again, her voice raising. "What's wrong?!?" She was about to completely lose it… when she stopped, and just stared at him like he was some peculiar specimen she had never seen before. "You really don't know, do you?"
Spike looked down at his shoes. In a sort of twisted way, he hoped it was him; not that he wanted to be the one to cause her pain, but because it was nice to know he mattered that much to her. That was when something unexpected happened.
She hugged him. Not just a half-hearted squeeze, but a real hug. Spike was caught more than a little off guard, but hugged her back. Before she pulled away, she gently kissed him on the cheek. Doing so brought back memories of childhood neither expected, but both smiled about. But Molly's smile didn't last long.
When she pulled back to face him again, tears were streaming down her face. "I really cared about you. I think I might even love yo- I mean, loved you. But you don't feel the same way, and you never did. That's the only thing I'm sorry about; that you don't feel the same. I don't regret any time I spent with you. Even knowing it would end like this, I still would have done it." She paused, taking a deep breath. "Goodbye, Spike."
She turned to leave again. And Spike didn't stop her this time.
But he did walk along beside her. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't even notice until he spoke.
"You're wrong, you know."
Molly looked up to see Spike- yet again- standing next to her. "What are you still doing here?" she asked.
"What you said before. You said I didn't care, and that I never did. I tried to let you think that. I tried to let you go Molly, I really did."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, perplexed.
"The only reason I broke up with you is to keep you safe from Kurt and my brothers. I promised to always fight for you, and I thought this was the only way I could. Then I saw this." His hand gently brushed her cheek that had a bruise. "Who did this to you, Molly?"
Molly sighed. She'd thought she'd worn enough make-up to cover it up. She should have known Spike would notice anything that was out of place. "It's nothing. Bubba just caught me by surprised. I gave as good as I got."
Spike grinned. "So that's why he was limping. I was wondering about that." Then his face darkened, and became remorseful. "I'm sorry I let him do that. If I had been there-"
Molly shook her head. "If you had been there, you would have gotten hurt too."
Spike suddenly grinned. Noticing this, Molly raised an eyebrow and waited for an explanation. "You know what this means, don't you?" he said.
Molly thought for a moment, then replied, "No, what?"
"I'm just gonna have to stick around you all the time," he said, winking. "Just to protect you, of course," he said in a way that suggested anything but.
"Of course, no other reason at all," she said with a smile of her own. They held hands as the continued their walk to the ice cream shop, when Molly stopped, AGAIN.
"You realize at this rate we're not gonna get there before it closes," Spike said. Molly just shrugged. "Not like it matters. It's open 24/7. That's one of the reasons I love it so much."
After just standing there a minute, Spike finally asked, "Whats wrong?"
"You hurt me, you broke my heart, and now with just a few jokes and an apology you expect to have me back in your arms?" Spike began to look more sheepish, then gradually he became worried. Was she saying she didn't want to be with him anymore?
Seeing his look of worry, Molly continued. "At the very least, you should…" Molly watched Spike, waiting to see his reaction. He looked a bit like a puppy dog who desperately wanted to impress someone. At that moment, Molly realized had meant what he had said before; he would always fight for her, he would do anything for her. And in that moment, he won her heart back.
Molly finally took pity on him and finished her statement. "…buy me two scoops of ice-cream."
Spike let out a loud whoop and jumped for joy. She had taken him back!
~Finis~
Fluff, barely makes sense, I know, I know… just pretend you like it and SEND FEEDBACK!
Sequel to: You Scream
Series: Labors of Love
Author: Chelli
Disclaimer: In my universe, the WWF and its characters are mine. In this one, it doesn't work that way; they belong to the WWF.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Who was grabbing Molly's arm, and what happened afterward
Dedicated: To everyone whose sent me feedback : )
Authors Note: Sappy. That's all I'm good at: angst and sap. Except this one has an extra element: corniness. Deal with it.
PLEASE read it! There's a pay-off in an upcoming chapter, I promise
= thoughts, ** = emphasis
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She did the only thing she could think of at the moment; she screamed…
Right before she collected herself. Okay, I can handle this, she thought. She clasped his hand hard, turned, and twisted it behind his back. "Who are you, and why were you trying to attack me?" She asked, her voice filled with pent-up anger. Not only because this man had just attacked her, but because the way he smelled, the way he was built, the way he walked; he reminded her of… Spike?
"Molly! Its Spike! I just wanted to talk! Please, PLEASE let go of me before you break my hand!"
Molly immediately let go of Spikes hand and looked at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry…" she started to say. "Wait, no I'm not! That's the least you deserve for what you did. I ought to really break your arm! Well, okay, maybe not break it. I should sprain your wrist then… no, that would hurt too much. Well-" she paused, trying to think of a something good.
"I'm gonna pinch you!" Spike didn't do or say anything to stop her, figuring a little pinch wouldn't hurt much. If it made her feel better, he was all for it. However, he didn't realize Molly was an expert pincher; it came with hanging out with her cousins all the time. She knew pretty much every trick like pinching and tickling.
He jerked back as Molly took a bit of his skin between her thumb and forefinger and *squeezed.* "OWWWWWIEEEE," he cried out. "Geez Mol, you sure know how to pinch a guy."
"Yeah, well," Molly said, grinning and shrugging before she remembered who she was talking to. When she did, her face was filled with anger again. "Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't do it again."
Spike just in shock for a moment. Molly *wanted* to hurt him? This was worse than he thought. "Cuz, um… it would hurt?"
"I'm waiting," Molly said, as if he hadn't even spoken. There was a moment of silence before she shook her head. "Forget it," she said. As she started to walk away, Spike grabbed her hand again.
"Wait! Please!" he said, sounding desperate.
"What is it?" she asked, exasperated. "All I want to do is drowned my sorrows in a tub of New York Super Fudge Chunk! Is that so much to ask?!"
Spike's face immediately became even more concerned than it had been before. "Drowned your sorrows? What's wrong Molly? What happened?"
Molly just stared at him for a moment. There was complete silence. It was like the calm before the storm, and it was scaring the hell out of Spike.
"What's wrong?" she asked, quietly at first. "What's wrong?" she said again, her voice raising. "What's wrong?!?" She was about to completely lose it… when she stopped, and just stared at him like he was some peculiar specimen she had never seen before. "You really don't know, do you?"
Spike looked down at his shoes. In a sort of twisted way, he hoped it was him; not that he wanted to be the one to cause her pain, but because it was nice to know he mattered that much to her. That was when something unexpected happened.
She hugged him. Not just a half-hearted squeeze, but a real hug. Spike was caught more than a little off guard, but hugged her back. Before she pulled away, she gently kissed him on the cheek. Doing so brought back memories of childhood neither expected, but both smiled about. But Molly's smile didn't last long.
When she pulled back to face him again, tears were streaming down her face. "I really cared about you. I think I might even love yo- I mean, loved you. But you don't feel the same way, and you never did. That's the only thing I'm sorry about; that you don't feel the same. I don't regret any time I spent with you. Even knowing it would end like this, I still would have done it." She paused, taking a deep breath. "Goodbye, Spike."
She turned to leave again. And Spike didn't stop her this time.
But he did walk along beside her. She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't even notice until he spoke.
"You're wrong, you know."
Molly looked up to see Spike- yet again- standing next to her. "What are you still doing here?" she asked.
"What you said before. You said I didn't care, and that I never did. I tried to let you think that. I tried to let you go Molly, I really did."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, perplexed.
"The only reason I broke up with you is to keep you safe from Kurt and my brothers. I promised to always fight for you, and I thought this was the only way I could. Then I saw this." His hand gently brushed her cheek that had a bruise. "Who did this to you, Molly?"
Molly sighed. She'd thought she'd worn enough make-up to cover it up. She should have known Spike would notice anything that was out of place. "It's nothing. Bubba just caught me by surprised. I gave as good as I got."
Spike grinned. "So that's why he was limping. I was wondering about that." Then his face darkened, and became remorseful. "I'm sorry I let him do that. If I had been there-"
Molly shook her head. "If you had been there, you would have gotten hurt too."
Spike suddenly grinned. Noticing this, Molly raised an eyebrow and waited for an explanation. "You know what this means, don't you?" he said.
Molly thought for a moment, then replied, "No, what?"
"I'm just gonna have to stick around you all the time," he said, winking. "Just to protect you, of course," he said in a way that suggested anything but.
"Of course, no other reason at all," she said with a smile of her own. They held hands as the continued their walk to the ice cream shop, when Molly stopped, AGAIN.
"You realize at this rate we're not gonna get there before it closes," Spike said. Molly just shrugged. "Not like it matters. It's open 24/7. That's one of the reasons I love it so much."
After just standing there a minute, Spike finally asked, "Whats wrong?"
"You hurt me, you broke my heart, and now with just a few jokes and an apology you expect to have me back in your arms?" Spike began to look more sheepish, then gradually he became worried. Was she saying she didn't want to be with him anymore?
Seeing his look of worry, Molly continued. "At the very least, you should…" Molly watched Spike, waiting to see his reaction. He looked a bit like a puppy dog who desperately wanted to impress someone. At that moment, Molly realized had meant what he had said before; he would always fight for her, he would do anything for her. And in that moment, he won her heart back.
Molly finally took pity on him and finished her statement. "…buy me two scoops of ice-cream."
Spike let out a loud whoop and jumped for joy. She had taken him back!
~Finis~
Fluff, barely makes sense, I know, I know… just pretend you like it and SEND FEEDBACK!