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"Ever think about coming back?" Molly asked quietly

"Ever think about coming away?" Raven countered

Molly looked up at him, her eyes large and glassy with withheld tears. He looked right back. He seemed to look right through her, see her bones. He knew how she felt here in the WWE, invisible. She had watched him as he became invisible in the darkness in the WWE. He had been a star in ECW, Spike had told her about all the damage Raven had inflicted on people through his own love of sadism and craving for power. Spike had made her promise that she would stay away from him and from a lot of the ECW cohorts. She'd promised for the sake of his love, which she had depended on. But she had still been drawn to Raven and watched out of wide eyes as he carved his path of destruction. Even then, she had known how similar they were; he had moved from one woman to another, looking for that love which would complete him before throwing them away, carelessly it appeared to the outsider but it was out of necessity. When a love that's supposed to save you turns sour, you have to get out before that person takes your soul.

She had thought a lot about moving away. She had so much history here in the WWE, so many mistakes that still existed and still stung. Look what staying had done to her family! Crash had gone to Smackdown then had left for a while before coming back as one of Matt Hardy's followers. He'd rang Molly to tell her about his decision to become an MF-er. He needed a new direction he said; Stephanie never noticed anyone lower down the card. She spent most of her time trying to help Eric out, leaving her own show to turn messy. That was why Vince had had to interfere more than he'd originally wanted to. Crash had been so excited and for a few weeks, it seemed to really put him back on track but then he left. No phone calls, no letters, nothing. Molly didn't know where he'd gone. The awful thing was that she didn't really care. Crash was sweet but he was a simpleton, always seeing the best in people and never taking enough for himself. When she was of her sunny disposition that her family had carved out for her, she'd got on very well with him but now, Hardcore was the one she understood. He had always been tough and loved to dish out beatings to the younger cousins to 'toughen them up'. She'd been so scared of him as a kid but now, he was like a brother. He'd been so proud when she'd fully embraced the darkness and started seeing things the way he did. He was injured now; his arm and bicep which had become his downfall had again caused problems. Molly always made sure she rang him. The WWE had nearly destroyed her cousins; one mentally and one physically.

"I have" she said finally, sure that Raven had seen and read everything she'd thought in those brief moments "the WWE isn't the dream I thought it was"

"Nothing ever is"

"Maybe, ECW was for you wasn't it?"

Raven was silent. Molly tilted her head so that she could see his face. His eyes showed his feelings so clearly, it was like seeing his feelings on a video wall. The connection between the two of them nearly blew her away

"Yes, it was my own private dream - Paul realised earlier than I did" he answered at last "but the WWE destroyed it before it was fully realised and I was forced to come here"

"We all were, Vince bought everyone out"

"And he built his own dream"

They could finish each other's sentences, read each other thoughts. They'd suffered the same and had found that to heal the wounds, you had to use the darkness. It was strange. Molly smiled to herself. It was just how her family wouldn't want it. She'd found the person who was the male equivalent of herself; stripped of all the gloss people tried to apply to them both. Her family professed to love the sunlight but deep down, every one of them was made of the same dark matter. She could see so much. She could see it all now, sat beside Raven high up in the rafters.

*

"I can feel you smiling"

Was that really a nervous twinge in his voice? He was never nervous, not even when faced with the greatest of ECW brainchilded horrors. But here, next to this pure and dark creature who seemed to be so in tune with his every thought, nothing was normal or expected. She had asked him to come back. That alone made him want to smile back at her.

"I have thought about coming back" she seemed to have asked that question so long ago but he knew she expected an answer "but I could not fit in the way things are run around here"

"Bischoff?"

"An unholy alliance between Bischoff and Mcmahon is not what the WWE needs but that is what it has and the attitudes of the two will slowly tear it apart. Married they may be but their two shows war against each other, the superstars are locked in fierce competition and no peaceful outcome can be met"

A beautiful smile touched Molly's lips. It dazzled him in the cover of the thick darkness

"You watch the show still?" she asked

He nodded

"I watch you whenever I can" he replied without a shred of embarrassment "I see how they treat you and I see how you suffer"

Now her face became darkened and angry. That stormy look filled her eyes that made him so filled with lust he wondered how he could control it. He wondered if she felt it too sometimes or whether it was just another sick product of his twisted mind

"I will work through this" it appeared she was talking to herself "people need someone with class to be there, to look up to and I am willing to be the one to take the pain because I know eventually I will win"

The determination on her face was enchanting and Raven could resist it no more. Without warning, he moved so that her head no longer rested on his shoulder and she looked up at him in question. He lifted her face roughly towards him and kissed her with every passion for her that had rested in his bones. He wondered briefly if she would be offended and pitch him off the rafters. He had his answer. Her lips responded hungrily to him.

She didn't taste like cotton candy or syrupy sugar; all the sweet things that people expected Molly to be laced with considering her past sunny appearance. To Raven she tasted like warm flames and velvety darkness. She tasted perfect. Slowly they broke apart; one of Raven's hands tangled in the coppery curls that danced on Molly's neck.

There was no need for words. Raven didn't feel like he could construct any suitable anyway. He and Molly had been alone in their darkened solitude but now, they no longer had to sleep alone.

"I can't leave" she said finally, her stormy eyes locked on his

"I can't come back" he replied

Molly smiled that beautiful calm smile again and leaned in against him, fitting comfortably against his body. This was not about finding a true love in that sticky sweet way movies seemed to idolise. He and Molly were more complicated than that, they each had their demons. But they didn't have to fight them alone anymore. They had found the person who understood them completely.

"What do you see Molly?" he asked

"I see people walking below us, not realising how worthless their lives are" she answered, her voice taking on a dreamy quality "people trying to fit us into boxes that we don't fit into, meaningless things people worry about and I see the way we fit in above everyone else where we're safe"

Raven smiled. She really did know his thoughts. She mirrored him perfectly. Nothing was going to be as it seemed ever again.