Author: Bad Faery PM
Molly has had nothing but bad days in the weeks since WrestleMania XX. Fortunately, Eugene is good at cheering people up. Molly Holly x William RegalRated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 9 - Words: 21,960 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 10-24-10 - Published: 04-17-10 - id: 5903278
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"We could go to Smackdown," William suggested as the three of them sat slumped at an umbrella table in Fantasyland, surrounded by wailing toddlers. Molly picked at her french fries while Eugene inhaled three hot dogs. "Now that Angle's out of the picture, Teddy Long would probably want us."
Eugene gestured at something behind Molly, who shook her head for the third time in as many minutes. "The line's an hour and a half long, Eugene," she reminded him, "Later, okay?"
"Dumbo!" he protested, taken in by the flying elephant ride.
"Later, when the line's shorter," she countered, before turning her attention to William's comment, "You're right."
"But you don't sound happy about it," he observed, noting her reluctant tone.
"It's the same thing, just on a different day," she sighed, "Sure, there's no Hunter, but we'd be spending all of our time on the road again." She tossed a french fry back onto her tray in irritation at the thought as Eugene finished his final hot dog.
"Dumbo!" he exclaimed, jumping up from the table.
"Snow White," Molly countered, after another consultation with the map, "We'll do Dumbo later, I promise." They disposed of their trays quickly, Eugene impatient to be on the move again.
The line for the Snow White ride was blissfully short, and later Molly realized that she should have wondered more about that. Her mind focused on future plans, she was just glad to have something occupying Eugene.
"All I know how to do is wrestle," William admitted as they wound through the queue, "I want to give you what you want, Molly. I'm just not sure how to do it."
"I know you do," she told him, as she climbed into the ride vehicle next to him as Eugene claimed the front seat for himself, "We'll think of something."
The ride started out pleasantly enough with Snow White singing cheerfully to a bluebird perched on her finger, but it soon took a turn for the worse as the Evil Queen plotted her downfall. As their car navigated the dark show building, they were menaced by evil trees, pursued by crocodiles, and faced a witch more times than she could count. Molly found it creepy. Eugene, alone in the front row, was terrified.
"This is a children's ride?" William asked in disbelief as the ride got progressively darker. He patted Eugene on the shoulder comfortingly as the younger man whimpered in terror, wedging himself in the corner of the vehicle.
"The Haunted Mansion wasn't this scary," Molly agreed. A flash of fake lightening illuminated the witch standing in front of them, and Eugene moaned. "Close your eyes, Eugene, it's almost over."
After nearly being crushed by a boulder, they finally reached the end of the ride, and William nearly had to carry Eugene off of it. Unlike their misadventure in Frontierland, the young man wasn't screaming and running, but his shaking and quiet sounds of misery were almost worse.
"Eugene, do you want to go see Winnie the Pooh?" she offered, hoping the thought of the friendly bear would distract him. Instead, he shook his head, still whimpering.
"Back to Small World, I think," William suggested, hauling Eugene bodily along the walkway.
"You hated that ride," Molly reminded him, too concerned about Eugene to quote his lengthy rant about 'sappy sentimentality' that had preceded lunch.
"True, but at least no witches pop out on it."
The cheerful ride seemed to help, although it took three re-rides until Eugene was ready to leave and try something else. By that time, Molly was convinced that she'd hear the happy, mind-numbing song in her sleep. On the bright side, it did give her a chance to think. None of them had any marketable skills beyond wrestling, but that lifestyle wasn't conducive to having any kind of real life. It was tremendously frustrating.
As they were making their way to Tomorrowland, a subdued but no longer terrified Eugene between them, an idea finally struck Molly, and she froze, not noticing the dirty looks she got from the people who had to swerve around them. "TNA!" she blurted.
William glanced around in confusion. "Where?"
"What?" When she realized what he was talking about, she smacked his arm, "You shouldn't be looking anyway, aren't you engaged to me? No, I mean TNA Wrestling. They're right here in Orlando. They film here. We wouldn't have to travel so much." The company was an upstart, but it had just gotten a weekly TV deal. It would be a comedown from the grandeur of the WWE, but it might be worth it just for the ability to stay in one place for extended periods of time.
William's face became calculating. "That's not a bad idea, love," he agreed before asking, "They don't have a women's division though, do they?"
"No," she admitted, a bit crestfallen, then she rallied, "But walking in with a championship seems like a good way to start one."
He nodded in approval. "I'm willing to talk to them if you are. I'm not quite sure who to contact though."
"I am," Molly realized, feeling her face heat.
William looked at her curiously, but didn't press for more information. As the trio made their way through Tomorrowland looking for a ride that didn't happen in the dark, Molly's mind drifted to her contact: her one-time admirer Raven.
His interest in her had always been as confusing as it was flattering. Raven was nothing if not a walking enigma. Her cousins had warned her that he was dangerous, yet he'd never treated her with anything but courtly good manners and kindness. She'd missed him when he'd left the company, but she hadn't made any effort to keep in contact. To call him now that she needed something seemed like she was taking advantage of him.
She looked from Eugene to William as the three of them settled themselves into an open air blue car for a ride that promised a relaxing tour of Tomorrowland and decided that it wasn't really a choice at all. TNA was their chance to continue wrestling and lead something approximating a real life. Any advantage she had would benefit all three of them, and she couldn't justify staying quiet.
The other cars on their train were empty, and Molly took advantage of the relative quiet and privacy to pull her cell phone out of her purse, wanting to take action before her nerve deserted her. Scrolling through her contacts, she found the name she wanted, while across the car William watched her and Eugene took in their surroundings.
Mentally, she practiced what she wanted to say as the phone rang, and she took a deep breath as she heard the click that told her he'd picked up, preparing her speech.
"You three got screwed. I was hoping you'd call."
Molly let out the breath she'd been holding in relief. Trust Raven to skip the social pleasantries and get right to the point. "Do you think TNA will want us?"
"I'll make them want you," he promised, "When can you come in?"
Before she could answer, a voice rang out above them. "Paging Mr. Morrow, Mr. Tom Morrow. Your party from Saturn has arrived. Please give them a ring."
On the other end of the phone, Raven's stoicism broke. "Where are you?"
"Good idea. Sounds like you've got time to kill. Come by the office tomorrow at one. I'll send you the address."
"You're the best, Scott," she said fervently, and William's eyebrows lifted in surprise.
"I know. Tell Regal to take good care of my queen of air and darkness."
Lifting the phone away from her mouth, Molly translated, "Raven says hi." He gave a sketchy wave in reply. "We'll see you tomorrow."
He hung up without responding, and Molly chuckled as she put the phone back in her bag. "We're supposed to come by the TNA office tomorrow at one. Raven thinks he can get us a job."
William nodded, his eyes never leaving her face, "Should I be worried?"
She didn't pretend to misunderstand. "No. He's a friend. I like him. I love you."
"And he loved you," he said after a moment's consideration, "Does he still?"
She'd wondered the same thing herself as she geared up to make the call. "I don't know," she said honestly, "I hope not." It wouldn't be fair for Raven to still be pining after her. She'd found her forever relationship with William, and she wanted everyone she cared about to have that same kind of happiness, Raven included.
Her answer seemed to satisfy him, because his expression lightened, and a tension she hadn't noticed in his body left him. He relaxed back into his seat, letting his knee brush against hers. "What shall we ride next?"
Molly checked the map she was beginning to think of as an extension of her own body. "Space Mountain is close," she volunteered.
A faint snort of amusement greeted her words, and she twisted around in her seat to see a massive white cone directly behind her. Two seconds later, their car entered the dark building, and Eugene made an unhappy sound. "Really close," she amended.
William began talking to Eugene in a low, soothing voice, running down the list of everyone they knew on the TNA roster, trying to distract the young man from the darkness surrounding them. He kept it up the entire time they were inside, and Molly smiled to herself at his quiet kindness. She moved to sit beside him in the car, wedging herself in next to him and resting her head against his shoulder, blinking as the train finally reemerged into the bright Florida sun. "Let's elope."
His arm settled around her shoulders. "If you insist." Stroking his thumb against the side of her neck, he teased lightly, "Do you know someone who does weddings too?"
Molly snickered, "Wasn't D-Von Dudley a preacher for awhile?"
"Even I have my limits, love," he warned her with mock seriousness.
From the other side of the car, Molly heard Eugene whoop with excitement, "Buzz Lightyear!" Craning her neck to look down, she saw a costumed character posing with a long line of children.
"I think I know where we're going next," she observed, hoping the line would have decreased slightly by the time they got there.
"Just as long as it doesn't involve a drive-thru wedding chapel," William sighed, "Call me a traditionalist."
"It was good enough for Hunter and Steph," she reminded him playfully.
"But you deserve better," he told her with absolute sincerity, and Molly blinked back sudden tears as he leaned down for a gentle kiss.
"Whatever we do will be perfect," she murmured as their train arrived at the unload station. Eugene stood up, waiting with undisguised impatience for the romantic moment to end so he could go meet Buzz Lightyear.
William rolled his eyes at the young man, ushering them off the ride and back out into the throng of people. "I don't know about perfect," he said, grabbing Eugene's shoulder to keep him from rushing the character, "It will certainly be an adventure."
Molly fell back a step so she could watch the two of them, smiling to herself. "I wouldn't have it any other way."