A/N ok don't own anything. This was supposed to just be a quick Christmas
fic sequel but now it has a life of its own. I have at least one more
chapter to do after this. D u lot want me to continue? Please let me know!
FLYING COLORS
New Years
It brings fresh resolve to keep new and old promises. Molly smiled. There weren't many of them she was planning to keep real soon except maybe one. The cold silver of her ring felt like it burned through her leather gloves as she and Raven walked. To the place they liked to call home. Raven referred to it as their Roost. It made her smile all over her darkened mouth.
"Back among these shadowy halls"
She could hear Raven muttering again. He always was, in that way where it sounded like he didn't want to be heard but really he did. But only by her, by no one else. His thoughts were for her alone. She could sense them coming or even better hear them and practically taste them on occasion. It was delicious and comforting, knowing he was just a touch or a thought away.
"Coffee?" she asked, dropping her bag on the hall table of pretty polished wood
"As black as night and twice as bitter"
With a singular nod which caused her curling hair to fall over her eyes, Molly strode into the tiny kitchen. Her hair on TV was straight, she hated that. It wasn't her and like everyone else in the WWE, she liked being herself on TV. She liked her hair curly so whenever she could, she let it fall back into its natural wavering curls. Raven seemed to like it too.
The kettle steam flowing upwards, warming her face gently. It made her sigh in pleasure; the warmth was nice after the coldness of the night. They hadn't gone far, just to a small hotel room where they solemnly raised glasses with Lance and Dawn Marie who was very interested in what Molly had to say about female wrestling. Molly was learning to like her more and more and could see why Lance evidently adored her in his own stiff way. Dawn was sweet like chocolate and twice as nice though there was still that darkness beneath the surface, almost wickedness. It hadn't surprised Molly to find Dawn with a pair of devil horns among her auburn curls that matched her red leather dress as she opened the door. Raven had said that everyone in ECW had that darkness beneath them, which the WWE sometimes slowly rubbed out. She knew that he missed that darkness in them all and felt safe in the knowledge that Lance and Dawn would always have that side to themselves.
"What's on your mind?"
She started a tiny bit, turning to find him behind her. He looked at her, completely focused on her face. He once told her he could find all the answers he ever needed there and it still took her breath away to think about it. Without a word except that half twisted smile, she turned back and poured his coffee. When she turned to give it to him, he was still staring at her
"What do you see?" she asked, quietly
"Your eyes, they're the same color as the coffee" he answered, his own eyes searching her face
"As black as night and twice as bitter?"
"Beautiful and full of twilight"
She lowered her eyes and handed him his coffee. He made her smile inside and that was always a good thing. So much had happened since that night up in the rafters. Things had happened to her family which made her ashamed inside. Though she knew she should be grateful since darkness had come at last. Cousin Crash was dead. He was found in Stevie Richards' house. It had made Molly weak at the knees when she heard. Her mother never even called her to let her know, she found out through the internet. It comforted her that he'd been with Stevie, one of his very best friends, an ECW legend. It comforted her to know Crash was near some semblance of darkness when it happened and that he was out of the WWE's stifling grasp which had squeezed him dry. He hadn't been happy at all and was found in a drug haze, all gone and burnt out.
Raven had given her a bottle of brandy and sat up on the roof by her side. They'd drunk it between them and revelled in the warmth in their bellies.
She hadn't spoken to Hardcore in a while, feeling that he'd just be angry. He never spoke about his feelings, let alone embraced them. To try and talk about Crash's death would probably have killed him in itself. That was why he was so angry on TV and attacking Brock Lesnar with such luster. That made her proud. She was sure the family had decided not to talk to her as a group. She was a disgrace, embracing that darkness which jarred so violently with them. Darkness was who she was; she wasn't going to ignore it anymore. It made her feel better. She could stand the WWE because she knew she had demons to fight there, it was all too much for Crash to bear but she was part of the darkness which consumed him and could therefore fight on through.
One of Raven's callused hands rested on her bare shoulder. She could feel every bump and stitch in him, left over from his Clockwork Orange House of Fun matches which he lived for. Molly didn't fear for his safety because she was watching over him and that kept her sane. Stephanie had tried talking to her again about Molly was so solemn and introspective until Molly had finally had to firmly tell her go away, that she had someone more important who looked after her. Stephanie had strangely understood. She didn't even say anything, just smiled a strange understanding smile. She had that with Eric.
"Come up to the rafters"
Molly nodded, as though shaking away the cobwebs that shadowed her must- filled mind. Raven nodded and stroked from her shoulder through her hair. It was a comforting reassuring gesture that told her he knew what she was going through. With bright glassy eyes, she walked out of the kitchen and towards the back of the house where she picked up a pole and used it to open the trapdoor above her head. A ladder slid conveniently out and with a full heart and buzzing mind she ascended up into the darkness. Raven followed her.
It was a small attic room with a large window looking out into the night. The floor was clean and bare. There was nothing there but the two of them.
"What do you see Molly?"
Molly smiled and closed her eyes. She allowed herself to drift
"I see sadness, I see a family of golden-haired children crying for a lost love, I see Eric and Stephanie living a life they never knew existed, I see Lance and Dawn enjoying each other at last in a way most people wait for the whole of their lives, I see people trying to change us all and take away our darkness and I see us freefalling through the holes of life and out again, I see us landing safely"
With a satisfied sigh, she opened her eyes again and found Raven sat cross- legged in front of her. He was looking through her.
"I see the stars in the sky from millions of years ago still watching us both and I see you, dying inside because of your cousin" he said quietly, his midnight eyes not leaving her face
"I guess that's true, everyone expects me to change back into innocent little Molly but I can't now I've become myself, I'm happy in the darkness" she lowered her eyes "I'm glad Crash was at Stevie's house when it happened, I'm glad he came home to the darkness"
"As you should be" she felt his eyes find her ring and felt his thoughts tick through slowly "remember our promise"
Her mouth quirked into an odd little smile
"To fight the demons together"
"Because we can both see them"
He nodded and gently took her hand his, rubbing the ring thoughtfully.
"We made it through New Years" he said almost thoughtfully, almost to himself "another year to conquer with our friends at our sides"
Molly smiled fully this time and she heard Raven sigh contentedly. She looked out of the window at the pretty star-filled sky and took a deep breath of fresh air. They had passed New Years with flying colors. Now she felt like she could survive anything
FLYING COLORS
New Years
It brings fresh resolve to keep new and old promises. Molly smiled. There weren't many of them she was planning to keep real soon except maybe one. The cold silver of her ring felt like it burned through her leather gloves as she and Raven walked. To the place they liked to call home. Raven referred to it as their Roost. It made her smile all over her darkened mouth.
"Back among these shadowy halls"
She could hear Raven muttering again. He always was, in that way where it sounded like he didn't want to be heard but really he did. But only by her, by no one else. His thoughts were for her alone. She could sense them coming or even better hear them and practically taste them on occasion. It was delicious and comforting, knowing he was just a touch or a thought away.
"Coffee?" she asked, dropping her bag on the hall table of pretty polished wood
"As black as night and twice as bitter"
With a singular nod which caused her curling hair to fall over her eyes, Molly strode into the tiny kitchen. Her hair on TV was straight, she hated that. It wasn't her and like everyone else in the WWE, she liked being herself on TV. She liked her hair curly so whenever she could, she let it fall back into its natural wavering curls. Raven seemed to like it too.
The kettle steam flowing upwards, warming her face gently. It made her sigh in pleasure; the warmth was nice after the coldness of the night. They hadn't gone far, just to a small hotel room where they solemnly raised glasses with Lance and Dawn Marie who was very interested in what Molly had to say about female wrestling. Molly was learning to like her more and more and could see why Lance evidently adored her in his own stiff way. Dawn was sweet like chocolate and twice as nice though there was still that darkness beneath the surface, almost wickedness. It hadn't surprised Molly to find Dawn with a pair of devil horns among her auburn curls that matched her red leather dress as she opened the door. Raven had said that everyone in ECW had that darkness beneath them, which the WWE sometimes slowly rubbed out. She knew that he missed that darkness in them all and felt safe in the knowledge that Lance and Dawn would always have that side to themselves.
"What's on your mind?"
She started a tiny bit, turning to find him behind her. He looked at her, completely focused on her face. He once told her he could find all the answers he ever needed there and it still took her breath away to think about it. Without a word except that half twisted smile, she turned back and poured his coffee. When she turned to give it to him, he was still staring at her
"What do you see?" she asked, quietly
"Your eyes, they're the same color as the coffee" he answered, his own eyes searching her face
"As black as night and twice as bitter?"
"Beautiful and full of twilight"
She lowered her eyes and handed him his coffee. He made her smile inside and that was always a good thing. So much had happened since that night up in the rafters. Things had happened to her family which made her ashamed inside. Though she knew she should be grateful since darkness had come at last. Cousin Crash was dead. He was found in Stevie Richards' house. It had made Molly weak at the knees when she heard. Her mother never even called her to let her know, she found out through the internet. It comforted her that he'd been with Stevie, one of his very best friends, an ECW legend. It comforted her to know Crash was near some semblance of darkness when it happened and that he was out of the WWE's stifling grasp which had squeezed him dry. He hadn't been happy at all and was found in a drug haze, all gone and burnt out.
Raven had given her a bottle of brandy and sat up on the roof by her side. They'd drunk it between them and revelled in the warmth in their bellies.
She hadn't spoken to Hardcore in a while, feeling that he'd just be angry. He never spoke about his feelings, let alone embraced them. To try and talk about Crash's death would probably have killed him in itself. That was why he was so angry on TV and attacking Brock Lesnar with such luster. That made her proud. She was sure the family had decided not to talk to her as a group. She was a disgrace, embracing that darkness which jarred so violently with them. Darkness was who she was; she wasn't going to ignore it anymore. It made her feel better. She could stand the WWE because she knew she had demons to fight there, it was all too much for Crash to bear but she was part of the darkness which consumed him and could therefore fight on through.
One of Raven's callused hands rested on her bare shoulder. She could feel every bump and stitch in him, left over from his Clockwork Orange House of Fun matches which he lived for. Molly didn't fear for his safety because she was watching over him and that kept her sane. Stephanie had tried talking to her again about Molly was so solemn and introspective until Molly had finally had to firmly tell her go away, that she had someone more important who looked after her. Stephanie had strangely understood. She didn't even say anything, just smiled a strange understanding smile. She had that with Eric.
"Come up to the rafters"
Molly nodded, as though shaking away the cobwebs that shadowed her must- filled mind. Raven nodded and stroked from her shoulder through her hair. It was a comforting reassuring gesture that told her he knew what she was going through. With bright glassy eyes, she walked out of the kitchen and towards the back of the house where she picked up a pole and used it to open the trapdoor above her head. A ladder slid conveniently out and with a full heart and buzzing mind she ascended up into the darkness. Raven followed her.
It was a small attic room with a large window looking out into the night. The floor was clean and bare. There was nothing there but the two of them.
"What do you see Molly?"
Molly smiled and closed her eyes. She allowed herself to drift
"I see sadness, I see a family of golden-haired children crying for a lost love, I see Eric and Stephanie living a life they never knew existed, I see Lance and Dawn enjoying each other at last in a way most people wait for the whole of their lives, I see people trying to change us all and take away our darkness and I see us freefalling through the holes of life and out again, I see us landing safely"
With a satisfied sigh, she opened her eyes again and found Raven sat cross- legged in front of her. He was looking through her.
"I see the stars in the sky from millions of years ago still watching us both and I see you, dying inside because of your cousin" he said quietly, his midnight eyes not leaving her face
"I guess that's true, everyone expects me to change back into innocent little Molly but I can't now I've become myself, I'm happy in the darkness" she lowered her eyes "I'm glad Crash was at Stevie's house when it happened, I'm glad he came home to the darkness"
"As you should be" she felt his eyes find her ring and felt his thoughts tick through slowly "remember our promise"
Her mouth quirked into an odd little smile
"To fight the demons together"
"Because we can both see them"
He nodded and gently took her hand his, rubbing the ring thoughtfully.
"We made it through New Years" he said almost thoughtfully, almost to himself "another year to conquer with our friends at our sides"
Molly smiled fully this time and she heard Raven sigh contentedly. She looked out of the window at the pretty star-filled sky and took a deep breath of fresh air. They had passed New Years with flying colors. Now she felt like she could survive anything