A/N: Wow. People actually liked this idea. Is it true?! Can I (and Kitten) not be the only Brockolic(s) in the world!? Hoorah!!!! ^___^ Cheese and crackers to all whom reviewed. Thanks! Or, if I was pretending Brock had a German/Polish accent, " T'anks, ja!" ^_^ I own no one...Yada yada. Brock and Molly take a side trip before getting to the hotel. More soon. I don't know Brock's wife's name...So I made it up. She's not even legally his wife yet, but I'll save that argument I have with my Brock muse for a later date.... Rock on!
"Wait! What is today?" Molly asked, breaking the silence in the car.
"Ummm. Monday?" Brock said keeping his eyes on the road. "Why?"
"Oh, no reason." Molly said looking down.
"Tell me why Molly..." Brock said as gently as he could.
"Well...Today is a holy day, and I think there's a church up ahead. I'd really like to go... but, if you don't do stuff like that.... I understand." Molly said biting her bottom lip.
Brock looked at his watch. "If we hurry, they might have a midnight mass."
Molly instantly brighten, which made Brock feel better.
They came to a stop at a little stone church with a small parking lot. On the wall of the church by the parking lot, a sign read, "Come all ye who are lost and seek relief." Brock stopped the car, and both of them stepped out.
They walked quickly and quietly into the back of the church. It seemed like a close net church, because everyone was huddled together on one side of the church.
A lot of people turned and stared when Molly and Brock walked in. Weather it was because the two of them were new faces, or if it was because both were dressed in black, or if it was the fact that Brock was a big and broad figure even when wearing a turtleneck... Whatever the reason was, the people turned and whispered amongst themselves when the two walked in.
As Molly and Brock were kneeling, Molly whispered over, "Thanks Brock. No one has taken me to church since Raven used to. I never could figure out why he went with me. Since he was born Jewish, and then gave up on God, but he still would come with me anytime I asked. But, Spike and Regal never did. Spike never had time, and Regal would laugh at me..."
"It's no problem, Molly. I when I'm home, I go to church a lot with my wi-- my friend Marisol..." Brock blushed as he stuttered. After all his hard work of keeping his family a secret, he almost gave it all away, because of one slip of his tongue. Damn.
Molly just looked over and him and smiled, "I guess I'm not the only one with secrets, huh Brock?"
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The mass ended, and Brock could actually see how much Molly's spirits were lifted. As they got into the car and drove closer to the hotel, Brock watched as Molly slowly went back into her shell. Her smile left her face, and she sat with her arms folded across her chest.
"You know, you can tell me anything Molly. I really have no one to go run and tell your secrets too." Brock said breaking the silence, but not taking his eyes off of the road.
"There's always Heyman," Molly said quietly.
Brock snorted; "That slime? I wouldn't tell him anything. Even something an enemy would say. I'm like you Molly. I may look like I'm happily content not having anyone to talk too, but it hurts. Everyone needs someone they can talk too. Everyone."
"Even ex-Juliets, turned Superheros, turned bait-for-ungrateful-assholes?" Molly said not looking up.
"Yep, even them. Even Next Big Things. Or next Big Bitches, if you ask the Undertaker, nicely for his opinion."
"Wait! What is today?" Molly asked, breaking the silence in the car.
"Ummm. Monday?" Brock said keeping his eyes on the road. "Why?"
"Oh, no reason." Molly said looking down.
"Tell me why Molly..." Brock said as gently as he could.
"Well...Today is a holy day, and I think there's a church up ahead. I'd really like to go... but, if you don't do stuff like that.... I understand." Molly said biting her bottom lip.
Brock looked at his watch. "If we hurry, they might have a midnight mass."
Molly instantly brighten, which made Brock feel better.
They came to a stop at a little stone church with a small parking lot. On the wall of the church by the parking lot, a sign read, "Come all ye who are lost and seek relief." Brock stopped the car, and both of them stepped out.
They walked quickly and quietly into the back of the church. It seemed like a close net church, because everyone was huddled together on one side of the church.
A lot of people turned and stared when Molly and Brock walked in. Weather it was because the two of them were new faces, or if it was because both were dressed in black, or if it was the fact that Brock was a big and broad figure even when wearing a turtleneck... Whatever the reason was, the people turned and whispered amongst themselves when the two walked in.
As Molly and Brock were kneeling, Molly whispered over, "Thanks Brock. No one has taken me to church since Raven used to. I never could figure out why he went with me. Since he was born Jewish, and then gave up on God, but he still would come with me anytime I asked. But, Spike and Regal never did. Spike never had time, and Regal would laugh at me..."
"It's no problem, Molly. I when I'm home, I go to church a lot with my wi-- my friend Marisol..." Brock blushed as he stuttered. After all his hard work of keeping his family a secret, he almost gave it all away, because of one slip of his tongue. Damn.
Molly just looked over and him and smiled, "I guess I'm not the only one with secrets, huh Brock?"
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The mass ended, and Brock could actually see how much Molly's spirits were lifted. As they got into the car and drove closer to the hotel, Brock watched as Molly slowly went back into her shell. Her smile left her face, and she sat with her arms folded across her chest.
"You know, you can tell me anything Molly. I really have no one to go run and tell your secrets too." Brock said breaking the silence, but not taking his eyes off of the road.
"There's always Heyman," Molly said quietly.
Brock snorted; "That slime? I wouldn't tell him anything. Even something an enemy would say. I'm like you Molly. I may look like I'm happily content not having anyone to talk too, but it hurts. Everyone needs someone they can talk too. Everyone."
"Even ex-Juliets, turned Superheros, turned bait-for-ungrateful-assholes?" Molly said not looking up.
"Yep, even them. Even Next Big Things. Or next Big Bitches, if you ask the Undertaker, nicely for his opinion."