TITLE: An Uneasy Sleep
SERIES: Neither Here Nor There
AUTHOR: Chelli
DISCLAIMER: Characters are not mine. Never has been, never will be. They belong to Vinny O'Mac
RATING: five stars… no, pg-13 for violence
SUMMARY: Typical Spike fights for Molly kinda thing… with a different twist
NOTE: FYI, this happened a while ago. So WCW Invasion has barely started, ECW is still defunct, KOTR hasn't happened yet, etc. Just a reminder.
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Spike stood in front of the drink vending machine, the temptation to kick it steadily growing. The only thing holding him back was the knowledge that just about every wrestler had already kicked it at one time or another, and it had yet to help any of them. Finally, he heard the rumbling that signaled Molly might get her apple juice after all.
As Spike glanced up at the moniter in the room, he expected to see his brothers fighting with the Hardy Boyz, maybe someone passed out next to a ladder or a table. What he didn't expect to see was Molly, lying on the locker room floor, unconscious. Bubba and D-Von were standing over her with sick grins of satisfaction on their faces.
"BASTARDS!!!!!" he screamed, the apple juice forgotten as he raced down the hall, trying to get there before they could hurt her, but already knowing his efforts would be in vain.
He burst into the locker room, where Bubba and D-Von were waiting.
"Hey brother," D-Von began, "Look who we found waiting in our-" D-Von never got to finish his sentence.
Spike slammed his fist into D-Von's face. D-Von fell to the ground, more hurt than stunned.
"Spike, what is your problem?!" Bubba asked angrily as he grabbed Spike by the collar of his shirt.
Spike didn't even pause to recover. He quickly punched Bubba in the gut and kicked his legs out from under him. "What's my problem?" He asked in a pseudo-calm voice. "What's my problem?" he asked a little louder when neither of his brothers responded or moved from their fallen position.
"WHAT… IS… MY… PROBLEM?!" he yelled, punctuating each syllable with a kick to either one of his brothers. "YOU TWO ARE MY PROBLEM!!!"
After that, he let his actions speak louder than his words. He grabbed benches, chair, and of course table, and one by one used each as a weapon against Bubba and D-Von, who were too worn out from their match with the Hardyz to fight back.
He was about to break another one of the lamps over Bubba's head… when he looked back at Molly. All the anger ebbed out of him; all that was left was worry and fear. Fear that he hadn't saved her this time, that he had done too little, too late. Much, much too late…
He walked over to her and dropped onto his knees, hoping, praying that she'd be all right. Lifting her into his arms, he murmured into her hair, "Molly… please don't leave me. I love you. I know I told you I never cared, but that's not true. I was afraid to tell you the truth, and afraid of what might happen to you. But now more than anything I'm afraid you're not here now that I'm telling you. Please be here Molly. Please wake up."
He kissed her on the forehead and rocked her gently in his arms, reminiscent of the way he had only minutes earlier.
Emotionally and physically exhausted, he sat with Molly and the cold hard ground, surveying the destruction, and listening to the clock above them. Within minutes, the monotonous ticking had lulled Spike into an uneasy sleep.
SERIES: Neither Here Nor There
AUTHOR: Chelli
DISCLAIMER: Characters are not mine. Never has been, never will be. They belong to Vinny O'Mac
RATING: five stars… no, pg-13 for violence
SUMMARY: Typical Spike fights for Molly kinda thing… with a different twist
NOTE: FYI, this happened a while ago. So WCW Invasion has barely started, ECW is still defunct, KOTR hasn't happened yet, etc. Just a reminder.
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Spike stood in front of the drink vending machine, the temptation to kick it steadily growing. The only thing holding him back was the knowledge that just about every wrestler had already kicked it at one time or another, and it had yet to help any of them. Finally, he heard the rumbling that signaled Molly might get her apple juice after all.
As Spike glanced up at the moniter in the room, he expected to see his brothers fighting with the Hardy Boyz, maybe someone passed out next to a ladder or a table. What he didn't expect to see was Molly, lying on the locker room floor, unconscious. Bubba and D-Von were standing over her with sick grins of satisfaction on their faces.
"BASTARDS!!!!!" he screamed, the apple juice forgotten as he raced down the hall, trying to get there before they could hurt her, but already knowing his efforts would be in vain.
He burst into the locker room, where Bubba and D-Von were waiting.
"Hey brother," D-Von began, "Look who we found waiting in our-" D-Von never got to finish his sentence.
Spike slammed his fist into D-Von's face. D-Von fell to the ground, more hurt than stunned.
"Spike, what is your problem?!" Bubba asked angrily as he grabbed Spike by the collar of his shirt.
Spike didn't even pause to recover. He quickly punched Bubba in the gut and kicked his legs out from under him. "What's my problem?" He asked in a pseudo-calm voice. "What's my problem?" he asked a little louder when neither of his brothers responded or moved from their fallen position.
"WHAT… IS… MY… PROBLEM?!" he yelled, punctuating each syllable with a kick to either one of his brothers. "YOU TWO ARE MY PROBLEM!!!"
After that, he let his actions speak louder than his words. He grabbed benches, chair, and of course table, and one by one used each as a weapon against Bubba and D-Von, who were too worn out from their match with the Hardyz to fight back.
He was about to break another one of the lamps over Bubba's head… when he looked back at Molly. All the anger ebbed out of him; all that was left was worry and fear. Fear that he hadn't saved her this time, that he had done too little, too late. Much, much too late…
He walked over to her and dropped onto his knees, hoping, praying that she'd be all right. Lifting her into his arms, he murmured into her hair, "Molly… please don't leave me. I love you. I know I told you I never cared, but that's not true. I was afraid to tell you the truth, and afraid of what might happen to you. But now more than anything I'm afraid you're not here now that I'm telling you. Please be here Molly. Please wake up."
He kissed her on the forehead and rocked her gently in his arms, reminiscent of the way he had only minutes earlier.
Emotionally and physically exhausted, he sat with Molly and the cold hard ground, surveying the destruction, and listening to the clock above them. Within minutes, the monotonous ticking had lulled Spike into an uneasy sleep.