Note: This is the sequel to 'Let Me Go'

Note: This is the sequel to 'Let Me Go'.  The song is 'Haunted' by Poe.

Haunted

//Ba da pa pa ba da pa pa...

Come here

Pretty please

Can you tell me where I am//

      Molly awoke in a cold sweat, terrified, grieving, and ecstatic all at once. She'd had that same dream again. It came at least once a week.

       It wasn't so much a dream as a memory. She remembered that night, so long ago. How long had it been? Four years? It must be.

      It was the first time she'd seen Spike since his death – and that was the reason it always thrilled her. But hearing his sorrow – filled words, remembering his death – it was almost too much.

       Molly rose from the bed, noting that she'd fallen asleep in her clothes again. She padded, barefoot, down the hall to Sammy's room.

       Sammy. Just thinking of him made her smile. Her little boy was so perfect to her. She hadn't been too shocked at his diminutive size – after all, being a child of both Spike and her, he was tiny, smaller than most other children his age.

//You won't you say something

I need to get my bearings

I'm lost

And the shadows keep on changing//

     And she hadn't been too surprised at his need for glasses – he apparently had Dudley eyes. She had, however been fairly startled at his choice of the thick black-rimmed spectacles he had selected. And he broke them so often, they were always firmly taped in the center.

      But when Sammy had been found to have a preference for tie dye, denim overalls, army camouflage, and the Dudleyville t – shirts that his uncles Buh Buh and D – von had willingly presented to him, Molly found herself very, very shocked. Sammy was turning out just like Spike, down to his wild, unruly, wispy blonde hair.

       Buh Buh and D – Von, upon first seeing Molly with the boy, had instantly recognized him as their brother's child, and, because he was a Dudley, had mended things with Molly. They needed to teach their nephew the finer points of life as a Dudley, they said.

      And Molly let them. After all, he needed a family… hers still hadn't forgiven her, after all this time.

      She'd let the Dudleys stay around Sammy all they wanted… so long as they didn't tell him that he was Spike's child. In fact, he didn't really know who Spike was. Molly didn't see why he should have to know someone who he would never get to know.

          In fact, the only people she told about Sammy's father was the Dudleys, Michael Cole, Tazz, Jericho, and Benoit, who, she had discovered, considered themselves friends of Spike.

//And I'm haunted

By the lives that I have loved

And actions I have hated//

      Thinking of Michael, Molly wanted to smile – almost. He had stayed with her, and he helped her, and Sammy thought that ol' MC was his father. Michael, in respect of Molly's wishes, didn't tell him otherwise. Neither did Molly. She encouraged it, in fact.

     But, it seemed, all one had to do was look at Sammy to tell he was Spike's son.

     Molly had continued on in the WWF after Sammy was born. So, she traveled along, staying with Michael… as lovers, she supposed… bringing Sammy along with them. He was growing up around wrestling, and his uncles, and everyone who had known his true father. And he didn't know a thing.

/I'm haunted

By the lives that wove the web

Inside my haunted head//

     Molly stood by Sammy's bed, watching him sleep. She smiled. He was so sweet, so innocent… just like Spike had been. He had a temper, and a courage like him, too.

      He had left his glasses on when he'd fallen asleep, and she gently removed them, setting them on his bedside table. They were home, now, at least, in the small house she lived in with Michael and Sammy, in New York. Michael was on tour with the WWF right now, but Molly had a week off, during a break in her current angle.

      She gave her son a soft kiss on the forehead, brushing his fair hair out of his eyes, and then left the room silently, walking down the hall back to her own room. Seeing Sammy always reassured her after that dream… it showed her that Spike wasn't really dead, so long as there was a tiny, younger version of him running around.

    

//Don't cry,

There's always a way

Here in November in this house of leaves

We'll pray//

      She returned to her room, sitting on the bed. There was no way she was going to go back to sleep right now, but she didn't know what else to do.

      And so she sat in the dark, staring into space and thinking.

//Please, I know it's hard to believe

To see a perfect forest

Through so many splintered trees

You and me

And these shadows keep on changing//

     "You don't need to lie awake like this," The voice said from behind her. "I died along time ago. It's time to let me go now."

      "You've been saying that for years. Since before Sammy was born. And I haven't listened yet." Molly said, turning to face Spike.

      Spike shrugged. "Well, I'm hoping you'll give in if I keep talking about this." He sat down next to her on the bed. The two were silent a minute. "You should let me go," He said finally.

       Molly sighed, laying back on the bed. "Spike, I'm not going to. You know that. You wouldn't if it was me, would you?" She asked, exasperated.

     "No, I wouldn't, and that's the problem. I want you to move on. I'm dead, for God's sake! You're the only one keeping me here, you know." Spike lay down next to her.

     "So? That's even more reason for me not to let you go." Molly insisted.

     "It's not that simple and you know it," Spike said firmly.

//And I'm haunted

By the lives that I have loved

And actions I have hated//

     "I know, I know. But can't we pretend, even if it's for one night, that it is that simple? That none of this had to happen? That none of this did?" Molly pleaded.

     "You know we can't," Spike said gently. "Molly, you do know, even when you can't see me, or hear me, or talk to me, I'm here? Even when you can't feel me?"

     "Yes. You've told me over and over. But I don't care. I want you to be here. You always tell me that you stay on Earth, even in death, to watch over me and Sammy, because you love me, and you love him, even if he never knew you. You tell me that you loved me so much, that I loved you, that our connection is so strong that even death can't keep us apart." Molly said. "So why can't you just let it be like that and stay with us?"

     "Because, Molls, I'm not real. Not in the sense you think of real, anyway. I'm only real because you want me to be." Spike replied, still speaking gently.

      "That doesn't make sense!" Molly said, frustrated.

       "Neither does me laying on your bed four years, eight months, and one week after my death." Spike replied tartly.

       Molly had nothing to say to that.

//I'm haunted

By the promises I've made

And others I have broken

I'm haunted

By the lives that wove the web

Inside my haunted head//

     They lay in silence for a few minutes. Then, Molly broke it, not being able to know that she was so far, and yet, so close, to Spike. She needed to hear his voice.

     "Sammy jumped through the living room table, you know." She said. "He just jumped off of the top of the sofa, and curled up, and powerbombed himself through the table. I'm surprised he can actually break it in half. He's only sixty pounds, you know."

     "I know," Spike said. "I was watching. I laughed at it; he reminds me of… well, me… and a little of Buh Buh, but not quite as harsh."

     "He's getting more and more Dudley – like every day," She said. Somehow, for some reason, it made her feel like he might want to stay, he might want to see Sammy every day, if he knew how much they had in common. Like father like son, after all.

     "I know," Spike said simply.

//Hallways... always//

     "Do you love Cole?" Spike asked. Molly swallowed. She didn't know how to answer.

     "I don't know," She answered truthfully. "I … I'm grateful to him, and I think he's wonderful… Sammy really loves him. But me… I just don't know."

     "You should. You need to love someone." Spike said quietly, looking at her. Molly suddenly felt very angry. She jumped off the bed, almost shouting.

     "I'm in love with you! You! I've loved you since before you died! Even after! You're the one who holds my heart, no one else! And there isn't anything that can change that, no one who can take my heart back for me, even though sometimes I wish there was!" There were tears in Molly's eyes, and she instantly dropped her voice, not wanting to wake Sammy. "I love you, Spike. I love you. And I miss you."

      Spike stood, encircling her with his arms. Molly, for the first time in so long, felt safe. She felt like Sammy would have his father, and like she would have her love back… and then she remembered it all, and that things were not okay.

   

//I'll always love you

I'll always need you

I'll always want you

And I will always miss you//

     "I love you too, Molls, you know that? That's why I died; I loved you and I didn't want you to get hurt. Do you understand that? I would rather let myself be beaten to death with a steel chair than see you be hurt by it!" Spike whispered. "You don't know how much I wish I could be back. I miss you! And there was so much I wanted to do. I wanted to say so much that I never got to say. To you, to my brothers, to Jericho, to everyone. I wanted a chance to get to know my son, the one I didn't know was even going to born then. I wanted to be able to live a full life, and to wrestle. I wanted to win the WWF title. I wanted to put Kurt Angle through a table. But now I can't do any of it. I can't do anything at all. All because I'm dead." There was more emotion in Spike's voice than she'd ever heard before.

//Come here

No I won't say please

One more look at the ghost

Before I'm gonna make it leave//

      "My own son doesn't even know that I ever existed, and the woman I love can't be with me – again, because I'm dead – she has to be with a decent guy, I'll admit, but one who isn't me. I'll never get to grow old with you, or to get revenge on Stone Cold, or talk to my brothers, or kiss you again, or put Kurt Angle through a table, or ANYTHING, ever again, though… because I died to save you." He finished.

       Molly's tears fell harder. He'd died for her – he'd given up all his life and his hope, for her.

       Spike's face softened instantly. He lifted her chin gently up towards him. "Molly, I love you. I did it because I love you. I still do, and I always will. I'm going to be with you again someday, so long as you let me keep your heart." He whispered.

      "You can have it," Molly said, smiling gently through her tears. "Someday I will see you again. And someday Sammy will know you."

       Behind his eyes, Molly could see something fade in his eyes. And she knew. No, they would never be together again. Sammy would never know him. He would be gone, and then… that was all. He would be in a world of dirt, and worms, and wooden coffins. Not the world of happiness and heart and life that she was in.

     "I'm going to leave tonight," Spike whispered.

     "You're not coming back, are you?" Molly asked softly.

//Come here

I've got the pieces here

Time to gather up the splinters

Build a casket for my tears//

     Spike shook his head mutely.

      Molly's tears began anew. This was the last time she would ever see him… she was never going to see him, or hear his voice, or kiss him, or anything, ever again.

     But to her surprise, he smiled and shook his head. "No, no, Molls. Don't do that." He wiped her tears away, brushing fingertips across her soft skin. "Don't cry for me, Molly. You're the only one I'll ever really love… that I ever have really loved. I never will stop loving you, remember that. I don't want our goodbye to be sad… it's the last time we'll see each other… it needs to be happy, to be good in our memories. How can we live otherwise?" He asked quietly. Molly nodded sadly.

//I'm haunted

(By the lives that I have loved)

I'm haunted

(By the promises I've made)

I'm haunted

By the hallways in this tiny room

The echoes there of me and you

The voices that are carrying this tune//

     "Now give me a kiss," Spike said, almost jovially. Molly didn't understand… until, again, she looked into his eyes. Those greenish orbs held the most sorrow Molly had ever seen. This was hurting Spike. Not only her sadness, but… not seeing her, it was hurting him… and if he wasn't already dead, it would be killing him.

      When Molly hesitated, Spike looked a little less sure of himself, but he leaned forward until they were virtually nose to nose. "I will always love you, and nothing's going to stop that. Look after Sammy." And then he kissed her.

      The world felt like it stood still. Molly felt weak in the knees, and her heart felt like it was going to break, and at the same time, burst. She was here, in Spike's arms, kissing him… nothing was wrong, everything would be okay, and they would be together forever…

And then he was gone.

     She would have given anything to get him back. She didn't understand. One minute she was kissing him, the next he was gone… "Spike?" She whispered.

      Molly sank to her knees, crying. "Spike," She called softly, wanting him to be here, wanting him to be with her…

     

But he couldn't hear her.

He was gone.

"Spike…"

//I'll always love you

I'll always need you

I'll always want you

And I will always miss you//