A sudden pounding on the front door shook me from my thoughts. I'd sunk down as far as I could in the tub, before leaning back my head and taking that little journey down memory lane.Now, as the water cooled and my hands were becoming pruny, I glanced at the clock on the far wall, surprised to see that an hour had passed. The pounding on the door continued,effectively pissing me off.

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'M COMING, DAMNIT!" I yelled as I jumped out of the tub and pulled the drain. I towled off quickly and threw on the clothes I had brought with me to change into. Whoever was at the door was an insistant little shit, I thought as I ran down the stairs. I threw open the door and almost fell over. Randy's hand was poised to knock again and as soon as I opened the door, it fell to his side. He looked down, almost shyly and stuck his hands in his pockets. Yeah, THAT really helped my train of thought! It drew my attention to his pants, a place that was definitely better off without my observation.

"What are YOU doing here?" I asked coldly.

"Why yes, I'd LOVE to come in, Molly, thanks for asking!" Randy pushed past me to the foyer. I grunted and swung the door shut, making sure to put a little more force than was necessary behind it. It was REALLY starting to get on my nerves the way he seemed to just waltz into my life whenever and WHEREver he felt like it. As he stood taking in vastness of my home, though, I couldn't help but look him over for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Would I EVER get tired of looking at the man?

"Nice place."

"Thanks". My arms wrapped themselves around my waist, a defesive gesture from my years living with my grandparents. I stared at him, waiting for an explanation as to why he was standing in my foyer. "Well?"

Randy turned around and the look on his face almost made me crumble. I'd seen this man angry, happy, cocky (which was more often than not), agitated...but I'd never seen him look sad. The pain that radiated from his gorgeous blue eyes seemed to pack a mean punch as I felt it hit me square in the gut. He ran a hand through his short dark hair, almost in a hestiant way. Well, that was new. "Look Molly, I really think we need to talk."

I decided to play it cool. The last thing I wanted to do was let on to Randy how much I'd been thinking about him these last few years. I snorted derisively. "Well, Randy, I really don't see any reason that we should." I didn't budge from my stance at the door. I could tell it was starting to get on his nerves, so I sent him a small smirk thinking that he'd take the hint and leave. "I said all I had to say this evening at the office. So, if you don't mind I have to get ready..."

His head jerked up at that comment and there was a fiery gleam in his eyes. "Get ready?" I rolled my eyes. I knew that he assumed I meant 'get ready' for a date, but far be it from me to correct his assumption. After all, you know what they say when you assume things.

"Are you deaf now too, Orton? Yes, I said 'get ready'." He took a step forward and before I could stop myself, I'd retreated a step, effectively backing myself up against the door.

"Going somewhere?" I swallowed...HARD. This was something I wasn't used to. I wasn't used to seeing jealousy on Randy Orton's face, much less directed at ME. I raised my head defiantly. He had no claim over me. There was absolutely no reason on earth I should back down from that gaze.

"As a matter of fact..."

DING DONG

"Saved by the bell, " I mutterd sarcastically. I turned to open it, hoping against hope it was Nora or Steph. Wouldn't ya know, it would HAVE to be Shane?

"Hiya, buttercup!" he grinned and swept me up in a great big hug. I could almost FEEL the anger coming off Randy in waves. So what? I thought to myself as I squealed when Shane picked me up to swing me back and forth in his arms, let him think what he wants.

"Shane! When did you get back?" I asked, happily taking his hand to draw him into the foyer. He'd left three weeks ago to attend a meeting for his father in Japan and must've JUST gotten back. He stepped inside, the smile slipping immediately into a frown upon seeing Randy there.

"Am I interrupting anything?" he asked, looking back and forth between Randy and me. I shook my head.

"No, actually Randy was just leaving, weren't you, Randy?" I asked, with barely controled steel in my voice. He arched a brow, as if to say,'This isn't over yet' and turned to hold out a hand to Shane.

"Not by a long shot. Hello, Shane. Good to see you again." Shane took the pro-offered hand warily. Instead of replying to Randy's obviously false comment, he dropped the younger man's hand and turned to me.

"Everything alright, Molls?" I nodded and took his arm, creating a united front, so to speak, against Randy. "I just dropped by to see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat and catch a movie..." I smiled broadly at Shane. I really was going to have to do something really nice for him one of these days...he was always getting my ass out of trouble.

"Sure! Just let me throw on some clothes..."

"What about your 'headache' Molly?"

Randy's quietly asked question caught me momentarily off guard. I smiled at the concerned look that crossed Shane's face and patted his arm reassuringly. "It's alright. I just had a little headache earlier, that's all." I turned to look at Randy, whose position by the door had yet to change. "I'm fine now."

He nodded and an odd look crossed his face before being replaced by one of those arrogant smirks. "Well, just stopped by for Ric to check on you." He glanced down at his watch. "I've gotta be going. I'm meeting Sasha in about half an hour." And with that he simply walked out, leaving me clinging to Shane's arm as if he were my lifeline. As soon as the door fell shut behind him, Shane slipped his arm from my grasp.

"Okay Molly. What the hell was HE doing here?"