Sunny Side Of Life (and then some.. Wow, lame title)

Author's Note: Yep, another Molly spoof. Who knows how many I'll write; Celeste may be the queen of Threshold drama, but I'm the queen of Threshold spoof! Uh.. Did I just call myself a queen? Eep! And of Threshold spoof? Who am I kidding? (myself, laughs)

Anyway, what have we learned from Molly? While cool and calculated, she isn't afraid to show her naughty side, as in Big Mistake, Molly where Miss Caffrey got hammered. What's happenin' with the Mollster? Let's find out! shifts eyes Uh, really... It's not my fault.. I'm not lyyiing reference to Silent Hill 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Threshold (ya think! Look at me; I can't even get the character right!) But hey, if I did, I'd employ wonderful writers and there'd be a series still! Shame on CBS! kicks them in the crotch a few times before high fiving Molly. We got 'em, girl. Lolz!

"Ooh.. My head."

Molly rose herself from her comfortable bed and clutched her forehead hard, feeling the room spin around her. What happened last night? She couldn't remember.. That meant baaad news.

"Molly, you dope.. What does Cavennaugh think of us now? Us? Am I being infected? Oh noez!" She suddenly went quiet. "Oh Christ.. What was THAT all about?"

There is a quiet snicker in the room from somewhere above.

"Hunnh?" Molly asked in confusion. "Who is there?"

VOICE: Uh, no one!

Molly rose her eyebrow and shrugged in confusion. "Oh, ok.."

"I'm telling you, Cavennaugh, there was a sound in my room this morning!" She found herself walking side by side Sean as the two chatted about the night before. He wasn't telling her anything; she was afraid of what she had done, but she could also detect a silent piss-offednishness about him. She must have done something baaad.

"You're just hungover, Molly. It happens to the best of us."

"So, why won't you tell me what I did last night? Huh? It couldn't have been that bad, Sean. I know myself; I'm a perfect lady when I'm drunk."

Sean gawked at her. "Uh, yeah.. Sure. Whatever you say."

Molly hopped up and down on her high heels, which was a bad mistake because one of the heels broke off in the process. "Tell me! I know it couldn't have been THAT bad."

"Does stripping naked, running around the house, and quoting Napolean Dynamite mean anything to you?" Cavennaugh asked her.

"HUH? That can't be true! I know myself! I haven't even seen that movie!"

Sean laughed at her. Yet she didn't deny the other stuff. Interesting.

"Molly, all you did was upchuck in my truck. I'm not even going to say that rhymed because it'd be a big waste of time.. Wait.."

Molly pointed at him. "You're rhyming! Do it again!'

"No, I don't think so.. Jeez..."

Molly pointed at him again. "Heh! What's up with you, Cavennaugh? Cat got your tat? Oh no.." She clamped her hand over her mouth. "Now I'm doing it too; it can't be true!"

There is a quiet snicker in the room from somewhere above.

Cavennaugh looked around. He was suspecting that they were not alone..

"Molly, do you have the feeling we're being watched?"

"What?" Her eyes got wide suddenly. "Hold me, I'm scared! Hold me, Cavennaugh!" She jumped into his arms and began to shiver. "Wow, you smell nice."

Cavennaugh looked down at the beautiful woman, rubbing his fingers through her silky, brownish-black hair. "This is bad."

"Yeah.. I forgot to put on deoderant this morning.."

"No, not that.. Though I did notice some rankness.. I can't control myself anymore. See? I'm rubbing my hands through your hair.."

Molly smiled. "You like me, Cavennaugh. You're just making things up. Aw, you're so cuuute. Wait, was I out of character again? Something's not right, Cavennaugh.. I've been acting very strange lately."

VOICE: Well, duh.

Molly shreeked. "It's following me! It must be an extra terrestrial! Shoot it, shoot it!

Sean rolled his eyes as he continued to stroke Molly's pretty hair.

Author's end note: Oh no, they're catching on! This is bad bites fingernails Do you think they suspect I'm the reason why Molly is acting like a sugar-high little kid and Cavennaugh can't stop petting her? Uh oh! Better hide!