Title: Anyone But Me
Chapter 3
Author: Kora
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Rating: R, someday I promise to try and write something with a more tame rating.
Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment.
Author's Note: I was surprised by the success of 'Anyone But You', as well as how many people asked for a sequel. I hadn't really planned on one but since so many people wanted one, I thought-why not!
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The Greyhound slowly crawled its way up the mountain. Normally it was full to bursting with RAW superstar talent but at this moment it carried only two passengers, who sat as far away from each other as possible. Chris Jericho and Molly Holly. Molly sat up at the front, indulged in a conversation with the driver. They both laughed and Jericho, who sat in the back, merely rolled his eyes as the sound of their laughter floated in his direction.
He couldn't even believe the bus driver was actually amused by Molly. The man even seemed interested. As if you could be interested in...that. Jericho knew that he sure as hell wasn't. He'd let Molly know it too. Right before they had gotten on the bus to start their trek towards this new disaster Bischoff had cooked up.
She had walked over to him, her eyes soft as she had said in a nice, quiet voice, "Jericho...Chris...I'm sorry about last week. The stuff that happened in your dressing room and interfering in the match...I just..."
"Save it, Molly. Better yet, jam it right up that big keister of yours. I don't know what the hell I was thinking last week. You and me? Us?! Psh, I must have suffered from a moment of retardation. Or maybe I should get a catscan 'cause I might have almost had a brain aneurysm. I don't know why the hell I kissed you or anything because you're definitely not my type, Shamu."
"You're hips are spread wider than the New York interstate. Trish Stratus, Stacy Keibler - those are my kind of girls. Girls I have sexual tension thick enough to cut a knife with. Girls with pretty faces and pretty bodies which you, fat cheeks, are lacking in. You're nothing but a naive, virgin, cock-tease who..."
Jericho's insults ended then because Molly slapped him hard, a gloss of tears in her eyes that she quickly blinked away as she boarded the bus. Jericho had followed after her and sat far away from her, casting her a disgusted glance, making sure she heard him as he muttered under his breath, "Fat bitch."
Now, in retrospect, Jericho had to admit that his insult went overboard. Some of the things he had said had probably cut her deep but he'd be damned if he's apologize or take it back. Stephanie McMahon had suffered worse from his verbal abuse and survived. If Molly couldn't, well...that was her problem. Besides this was her fault anyway.
He crossed his arms and looked out the window, opening his mouth wide now and then to try and fix his ears, which had popped a while ago thanks to the heightened elevation. He could see thick tuffs of snow clinging to the mountainside. Bischoff had gone to no short expense to send Molly and Jericho on their 'romantic' getaway.
He'd rented a mountainside cabin in Canada, making sure the entire place was rigged with cameras to record Jericho and Molly's every moment. He'd given them a stern reprimand before they had departed, "Now, listen here," he'd said, his face serious, "I'm sure you two will entertain me and the audience without avail but...if your week should turn out to be a flop and I get nothing worthwhile on tape, you two will pay through the nose for it. This shit ain't cheap, I expect something, kids. I don't care if you have to act it out or play pretend or whatever, you will give me what I want or you two will find your suspension may be more than a few days? Capiche?"
Then he patted their shoulders, "Aw, I know you'll make me proud! On your way!"
He'd sent them off and now they found themselves high above the world, their destination a dreary one. A whole week alone together. Jericho let out a deep sigh. This was going to suck. He looked up to see the snow give way slightly as they approached a driveway.
The bus pulled into it and soon enough they were in front of the cabin. It was a quaint little place. Nicely built and surrounded by the latest snowfall. It was picturesque. He could practically see it on a postcard, an advertisement to the warm-hearted, coziness of Canada.
Molly exchanged a few more sweet coos with the driver then exited the vehicle. She pulled out her camera and began to snap pictures, a smile on her face. Jericho's scowl deepened. Bad enough he had to be stuck with her but she had the audacity to be happy about it. Had she forgotten all the things he'd said to her?
This would be a little bit more livable if she at least acted as if she felt as crappy as did. But no, she stood there with a million-dollar smile, dressed smartly in a scarf and nicely tailored snowsuit. She snapped several pictures, her luggage resting at her feet. Jericho stomped past, making sure to walk her way and shove her aside as he went. She sneered at him, sticking her tongue out in his direction then took another picture before heading in after him.
Jericho walked in and tossed his luggage down. The inside was about as nice as the outside. He could see the cameras perched in each corner of the ceiling. He looked at one and frowned, making sure to give it a quick shot of both of his middle fingers. Molly followed in behind him, her face flushed from the cold weather outside, "Oh wow!"
She pulled out her camera and began to take more pictures. Jericho tugged off his jacket and shivered. The inside of the building may have been nice but it was as cold as ice. He found a fireplace and settled by it, quickly building up a fire.
He could hear the click and whir or Molly's camera as she walked around taking snapshots. Once he felt the fire was satisfactory, he turned to Molly, a dark expression on his face, "If you take one more picture, I swear to god, I'll break that goddamn thing in half."
Molly looked at him, then swiftly lifted up the camera and took a picture of him. Jericho roared and charged towards him. Molly dodged back out of reach, making sure to hold the camera away at arms length as he lunged at her.
She managed to get over the couch, Jericho was not as fortunate and he stumbled over the piece of furniture. She giggled in her triumph and Jeircho cursed, pounding a fist into the couch, "Why the fuck are you so happy?"
Molly grinned, "If I'm in this situation, I might as well make the best of it. Besides, it's gorgeous up here."
He scowled, "Figures. I'm stuck up here with a fat fucking optimist."
She raised an eyebrow, continuing to look victorious as she said, "Nice try. Slipping in that I'm a 'fat' optimist. But I've heard it all before. 'Fat', 'husky', 'pig', 'big boned', 'fat ass'- I've heard every fat insult under the sun and what you come up with is nothing new. Nothing I haven't heard before."
"You're not special, Chris. I'll admit you got me the first time but that's only because you surprised me. That's why it hurt. But now? You're nothing. You're speck of dirt underneath my heel. I know you want to make me unhappy so I'm going to do the exact opposite. I'm going to have a great time just to tick you off. And making you miserable in the process is just the icing on the cake."
Jericho looked away, his skin burning hot with anger.
Because she had him pegged, and good.
He rose to his feet, his voice tight; "It doesn't matter. I can spend a lot of time away from here. As much as I want to. I plan on taking nice, long walks far away from this godforsaken hell hole."
Molly's gloating smirk didn't leave; instead it only seemed to grow as she added, "Well then you better enjoy it while you can, Jericho. On the way up here the bus driver told me we're expecting snow tomorrow. A lot of snow. This is your homeland, right? You know what I'm talking about? More than just a few inches. My guess? We're going to be snowed in."
Jericho bit his lip to keep from cursing and charged past her, heading straight for the front door. He slammed it shut behind him before a loud curse burst from his lips, echoing off the mountain rocks near by. Molly heard and merely shook her head, whistling as she headed upstairs.
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Jericho was wrapped up in his terry cloth robe, only his boxers beneath as he looked outside. He sipped his coffee as he watched the snow falling in thick swirls. If he was trapped in the cabin with a beautiful, buxom blonde like Trish Stratus or Torrie Wilson, he might actually be happy about the situation.
Instead he watched the twirling snowflakes with a twinge of despair. Just another thing to keep him more tightly trapped to Molly.
Not that she had been that much of a burden in her own right. In fact, in some ways she had been acting almost sickeningly sweet. He had the sneaking suspicion that she was only doing so because she had something up her sleeve. Some sort of plan.
Last night, after they had discovered that there was only one bedroom she had gallantly offered it to him, supplying that she would sleep on the bear skin rug laid out before the fireplace in the living room.
Then she had given the bathroom up to him, allowing him to shower first. He'd even taken longer than usual in hopes of pissing her off and still he got nothing, she acted as if it was no big deal.
It was pissing the hell out of him.
Why wasn't she getting mad?
What was the catch?
Jericho stewed over this as he continued to drink his coffee, suddenly Molly appeared. She was dressed in another smart snowsuit, this one even more fashionable than the one she had worn the day of their arrival.
Jericho didn't understand where she had gotten these outfits from. They were more suited to a cute snow bunny then to a rigid self-proclaimed wholesome virgin. He imagined her more the type to wear bulky, ugly coats and padding as opposed to what she wore now.
She patted her gloves together and lowered her yellow tinted goggles, a dazzling smile on her face, "I've got skis and a sled. I'm gonna hit the hills. You wanna join me?"
Jericho merely glared at her. She raised her hands in surrender, "Fair enough. But you're missing out. I'm gonna have all the fun in the fresh powder. I plan on building a snowman too."
"Oh goody," Jericho muttered, "All that sixth grade fun and I'm missing out. Too bad I grew up."
She shrugged and grabbed her skis and sled before heading out, a brush of cold wind blowing in. Jericho sank down deeper into his chair, finishing off his drink. He sat around for a few minutes before he allowed his curiosity to get the better of him. He stuck his head out the front door, trying to peer through the thick snow and see where Molly had gone.
He could see her far ahead; her sled perched up on a rather hilly part of the mountain. She was brushing snow off her as she gingerly took her seat. He could hear her howl with delight as clear as a bell as she zoomed down.
He couldn't help but feel the corner of his mouth rise. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gone sledding. He could see a snowman out front and frowned. The clothes on the snowman looked awfully familiar...
Was that his hat?
No, there was no way she put his clothes on...
Jericho didn't even get in another thought when a wet ball of snow smashed into his bare chest. He let out a loud gasp of shock as he backed away, trying to brush the freezing cold slush off of him.
He could hear her hysterical laughter and watched as Molly ran off. He muttered a few choice words under his breath and slammed the door shut. Two could play at this game.
He quickly got dressed, despite the loss of his hat and scarf to the snowman. He charged out and quickly snatched them off, noticing with some displeasure that she had fashioned a goatee for the snowman, even supplying red food coloring dye to the back ends of the snowman's 'hair'.
He shook out the hat in her direction, shouting into the wind, "Do you think this is funny?"
Molly responded by tossing another snowball that whizzed by him. Jericho cursed and ducked behind the snowman. He grabbed a handful of snow and worked quickly, making one thick, hard ball. He pitched it at her, garnering some satisfaction as he watched it collide with her shoulder. Molly grabbed her shoulder but he could see the hint of a smile on her face as she tossed another ball in his direction.
She took refuge behind an impromptu snow hill she had built; her sled pushed out in front of it to add extra protection. Jericho wanted to go inside and just leave her to her stupid idea of a game but he found he rather enjoyed pelting her with snowballs. Besides, she had started this and he intended to be the one to finish it. She thought this was just a harmless game but once he was through with her-
Jericho felt an evil grin take him as he formed several more hard snowballs that he tossed her way without mercy. A few managed to strike her but others missed. Still, he didn't receive the response he wanted. She continued to be a good sport, tossing back balls, even hitting him a few times.
He chucked another ball and hit her in the eye. Molly cried out and Jericho frowned. He hadn't meant to hit her that badly. He thought he would have derived pleasure from having finally wiped that smile off her face but instead he felt like a heel.
He emerged from his hiding place and went over to her. She had a hand over her eye; her head bent as a few sounds of pain escaped her. Jericho knelt beside her, "You okay?"
Suddenly she came up with a handful of snow, smashing it into his hair. She laughed, "That's the oldest trick in the book!"
She pushed him to the ground and continued to rub snow into his hair. He let out a few grunts then managed to take hold of the situation, flipping their positions. He knocked off her hat and ran the snow through her hair.
She struggled, laughing and he found, to his own surprise, that he was laughing too. And not the expected snide laughter he was used to but actual good-natured chuckles.
He stopped after a few moments, looking down at her. She was pushing snow out of her face, which was all in all, a hopeless task as big, fat snowflakes continued to fall, landing on her face to melt against the heat of her skin. Jericho ran his fingers through her hair absently as he rested on top of her, their breaths coming out in puffy clouds that mingled together.
Jericho slowly rose to his feet and held out a hand for Molly, helping her up to her feet. They didn't look at each other as they headed back to the house.