TITLE: Reality (1/1)
SEQUEL TO: Look At Us
SERIES: Sweet Dreams (thats right, 'Labors of Love' is over! This is the first story in this new series, the sequel to 'Look At Us')
AUTHOR: Chelli
DISCLAIMER: The WWF and its members belong to (this is gonna shock you) the WWF!!
RATING: PG-13 for violence
SUMMARY: So Molly and Spike woke up and reality has set it... now what?
AUTHORS NOTE: Hope you like it! Also, I'd like to dedicate this to anyone who has asked me about me website... I have most of the pages done, I just have to do one of the most tedious parts: adding the links to the fanfic... wish me luck! oh, and send feedback!!
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Molly wandered thought the halls, here eyes brimming over with tears. It had all been too much. First she had seen Hardcore on the moniter with Tazz. He said she was no concern of his anymore. She thought family had meant more to him than that; it crushed her to realize she was wrong. Still, she hadn't gotten too upset, because she knew when she saw Spike, she would feel so much better. And it would get rid of the odd sense of foreboding in the pit of her stomach. Unfortunately, gut instinct always has a way of being right. Because thats when it really, truly hit her.
It was over.
Spike had broken up with her. Two days, three hours, and thirteen minutes ago. That wasn't a mistake, a dream, a joke; it was all too real.
Spike had broken up with her.
And her world had fallen out from under her. At first she'd been in denial. Spike couldn't break up with her. He'd said he liked her... she was even beginning to think he might love her. But when it had finally set it...
She'd hoped some sleep would help her feel better. The dream of her dying in Spike arms, and kissing him in heaven had been comforting enough, in a way. It was waking up that had been the torture. Realizing she wasn't with Spike had been the torture. Looking at that damn clock, knowing it had been two days, four hours, and thirty eight minutes since her world had crumbled; THAT had been torture.
Without realizing it, she had arrived at the Dudley lockerroom. Once she recognized where she was, she was about to leave. But she had an epiphany: her day could not get any worse than it already was. Her cousins had disowned her, the love of her life had broken her heart; what did it matter if some men put her through a table? With any luck, she might be knocked unconcious; if that happened, she wouldn't have to think of the last few hours. Perfect end to a perfect day.
The door to the lockerroom swung open, and Molly awaited her fate.
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Spike stepped out of his lockerroom, planning to wander the halls until his brothers got back from their match. Once he had broken up with Molly, he had quickly - and unwillingly - returned to their good graces.
When he stepped out, the first thing he heard was a series of sobs. His eyes follwed the trail the sounds left behind, and he found Molly huddled on the floor, her hands covering her face. She looked so lost and alone. "Take me, put me through a table," a weak, hoarse voice said in a whisper. "I don't care anymore. Just... just make it quick. And make sure I'm out cold. I don't want to think about whats happened."
The words cut through Spike like a knife. She thought he would actually put her through a table? She thought he was even *capable* of hurting her? Sure, he had told here that he would hurt her if she came to his brothers' tag team match, but he'd never thought... he'd never guessed...
Despite all the promises he had made to himself about leaving her alone, he just couldn't. Spike gently picked her up and carried her into his lockerroom. Sitting on the bench, he continued to hold the sobbing woman in his arms. "Th-they d-don't love me an-anymore. They don't want me anymore."
"Who?" Spike asked, ready to kill whoever had done this. "Who was it?"
"My c-cousins," Molly replied, barely able to choke out the words. "They don't care about me anymore... they said I'm on my own now... b-but thats not the worst." She looked up into Spike's face, and straight into his eyes. But it wasn't him she was seeing. To her, it was a faceless, nameless person, who was just... there. "Spike... he just... Spike just dumped me. I'm not anything to him. I never was. I never will be."
With those words, Spike realized she didn't even know it was him. She wasn't thinking coherently. Spike stroked her hair gently as she buried here head in his shoulder. His shirt was getting wet wiht tears, but he didn't care. "Shh..." he said in a calming way.
I still love you. I'll always love you. You've never, ever be nothing to me. You'll always be my everything, I promise. He thought the words, he believed them with all his heart; but he couldn't say them. If he did, staying away from her would have been impossible. So he settled for thinking them, imagining how different things would be if he could tell her. However, his thoughts were interupted when the very girl they were centered around snuggled closer to him.
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After about a half an hour, Molly had calmed down. However, neither she nor Spike was in any rush to leave their comfortable, if slightly precarious, positions. But finally, Spike needed to go to the restroom.
"Do you want me to get you anything to drink while I'm gone?" he asked, shaking her out of the last remnants of her stupor. She shrugged.
"Some apple juice would be nice," she replied softly, carefully controlling here voice so that it wouldn't betray her embarassment. After all, it was more that a little unusual for a girl to find comfort in the person that had just broken her heart.
"Apple juice it is. I'll be back soon, don't go anywhere." Molly gave him a small nod and a half smile. "I haven't got anywhere to go," she whispered as the door swung shut.
Molly turned away from the door after it closed. A watched pot never boils, she thought to herself. Ma Holly used to say that when she was impatient. But more often then not, it was directed at Crash...
Molly immediately stopped her train of thought. Thinking of her cousins and her family... it was too fresh, to painful to think about right then. So she resigned to sit back and merely study the cracks in the wall.
Molly heard the rusty hinges squeak again and turned, expecting to see Spike. "Wow, that was fast," she started to say...
When strong arms picked her up and slammed her against the wall.
~Finis~
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I know, Molly just seems to get attacked way too much in my stories, doesn't she? I workin' on it, and its gonna get better (I hope)
SEQUEL TO: Look At Us
SERIES: Sweet Dreams (thats right, 'Labors of Love' is over! This is the first story in this new series, the sequel to 'Look At Us')
AUTHOR: Chelli
DISCLAIMER: The WWF and its members belong to (this is gonna shock you) the WWF!!
RATING: PG-13 for violence
SUMMARY: So Molly and Spike woke up and reality has set it... now what?
AUTHORS NOTE: Hope you like it! Also, I'd like to dedicate this to anyone who has asked me about me website... I have most of the pages done, I just have to do one of the most tedious parts: adding the links to the fanfic... wish me luck! oh, and send feedback!!
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Molly wandered thought the halls, here eyes brimming over with tears. It had all been too much. First she had seen Hardcore on the moniter with Tazz. He said she was no concern of his anymore. She thought family had meant more to him than that; it crushed her to realize she was wrong. Still, she hadn't gotten too upset, because she knew when she saw Spike, she would feel so much better. And it would get rid of the odd sense of foreboding in the pit of her stomach. Unfortunately, gut instinct always has a way of being right. Because thats when it really, truly hit her.
It was over.
Spike had broken up with her. Two days, three hours, and thirteen minutes ago. That wasn't a mistake, a dream, a joke; it was all too real.
Spike had broken up with her.
And her world had fallen out from under her. At first she'd been in denial. Spike couldn't break up with her. He'd said he liked her... she was even beginning to think he might love her. But when it had finally set it...
She'd hoped some sleep would help her feel better. The dream of her dying in Spike arms, and kissing him in heaven had been comforting enough, in a way. It was waking up that had been the torture. Realizing she wasn't with Spike had been the torture. Looking at that damn clock, knowing it had been two days, four hours, and thirty eight minutes since her world had crumbled; THAT had been torture.
Without realizing it, she had arrived at the Dudley lockerroom. Once she recognized where she was, she was about to leave. But she had an epiphany: her day could not get any worse than it already was. Her cousins had disowned her, the love of her life had broken her heart; what did it matter if some men put her through a table? With any luck, she might be knocked unconcious; if that happened, she wouldn't have to think of the last few hours. Perfect end to a perfect day.
The door to the lockerroom swung open, and Molly awaited her fate.
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Spike stepped out of his lockerroom, planning to wander the halls until his brothers got back from their match. Once he had broken up with Molly, he had quickly - and unwillingly - returned to their good graces.
When he stepped out, the first thing he heard was a series of sobs. His eyes follwed the trail the sounds left behind, and he found Molly huddled on the floor, her hands covering her face. She looked so lost and alone. "Take me, put me through a table," a weak, hoarse voice said in a whisper. "I don't care anymore. Just... just make it quick. And make sure I'm out cold. I don't want to think about whats happened."
The words cut through Spike like a knife. She thought he would actually put her through a table? She thought he was even *capable* of hurting her? Sure, he had told here that he would hurt her if she came to his brothers' tag team match, but he'd never thought... he'd never guessed...
Despite all the promises he had made to himself about leaving her alone, he just couldn't. Spike gently picked her up and carried her into his lockerroom. Sitting on the bench, he continued to hold the sobbing woman in his arms. "Th-they d-don't love me an-anymore. They don't want me anymore."
"Who?" Spike asked, ready to kill whoever had done this. "Who was it?"
"My c-cousins," Molly replied, barely able to choke out the words. "They don't care about me anymore... they said I'm on my own now... b-but thats not the worst." She looked up into Spike's face, and straight into his eyes. But it wasn't him she was seeing. To her, it was a faceless, nameless person, who was just... there. "Spike... he just... Spike just dumped me. I'm not anything to him. I never was. I never will be."
With those words, Spike realized she didn't even know it was him. She wasn't thinking coherently. Spike stroked her hair gently as she buried here head in his shoulder. His shirt was getting wet wiht tears, but he didn't care. "Shh..." he said in a calming way.
I still love you. I'll always love you. You've never, ever be nothing to me. You'll always be my everything, I promise. He thought the words, he believed them with all his heart; but he couldn't say them. If he did, staying away from her would have been impossible. So he settled for thinking them, imagining how different things would be if he could tell her. However, his thoughts were interupted when the very girl they were centered around snuggled closer to him.
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After about a half an hour, Molly had calmed down. However, neither she nor Spike was in any rush to leave their comfortable, if slightly precarious, positions. But finally, Spike needed to go to the restroom.
"Do you want me to get you anything to drink while I'm gone?" he asked, shaking her out of the last remnants of her stupor. She shrugged.
"Some apple juice would be nice," she replied softly, carefully controlling here voice so that it wouldn't betray her embarassment. After all, it was more that a little unusual for a girl to find comfort in the person that had just broken her heart.
"Apple juice it is. I'll be back soon, don't go anywhere." Molly gave him a small nod and a half smile. "I haven't got anywhere to go," she whispered as the door swung shut.
Molly turned away from the door after it closed. A watched pot never boils, she thought to herself. Ma Holly used to say that when she was impatient. But more often then not, it was directed at Crash...
Molly immediately stopped her train of thought. Thinking of her cousins and her family... it was too fresh, to painful to think about right then. So she resigned to sit back and merely study the cracks in the wall.
Molly heard the rusty hinges squeak again and turned, expecting to see Spike. "Wow, that was fast," she started to say...
When strong arms picked her up and slammed her against the wall.
~Finis~
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I know, Molly just seems to get attacked way too much in my stories, doesn't she? I workin' on it, and its gonna get better (I hope)