|Why Can't the World Stop Turning?
Author: rantandrumour PM
She had been dreaming for years to see her again. But after three long years walking around in a frozen world, will her illusions be crushed?Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Molly D. & A. Drake - Chapters: 18 - Words: 43,313 - Reviews: 76 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 08-07-11 - Published: 04-04-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6878565
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
This is it! The final chapter. I never imagined that it would come to this, honestly. This fic was originally a oneshot, written through the grief of learning that the woman whom I considered my grandmother had died. I just forgot to click "complete" when I posted it and you guys, being as amazing as you are, asked for more. This story was really fun to write and helped with the end of my term in the spring. I hated every class I was taking and was so frustrated by the end of term, and this gave me a place to rage. So I thank you, my amazing readers for encouraging me to continue. So here it is.
Molly awakened with a gasp. Startled, she tried to remember where she was. She tried to work out her surroundings, but it was too dark. Molly sat up, crying out when it caused her a sharp pain in the stomach. Ignoring the pain, she tried to stand, finding out that her foot was encased in something hard and difficult to stand on. Shifting all her weight to one foot, she hopped to the light switch, which was just barely visible in the dark room. Molly flipped the light on, sinking to the ground as the light blinded her. Her stomach stung in pain as she changed positions but she ignored it.
As Molly's eyes slowly adjusted to the light, there was a knock at her door. She didn't bother to answer, staring in amazement at the room she found herself in. It was her room from the eighties. Molly grinned. She was back. She had gotten back finally. She tried to remember how this had happened. She had been with Dean, and he had been shouting at her, and then there was nothing. At least nothing until she woke up a few moments ago.
There was another knock at the door and she looked up at it excitedly, knowing it had to be her mum on the other side of the door. Gene slept too heavily to notice anything, but Alex would have heard her scream and hopping across the room. Reaching up to grab the handle, she pulled the door open, keeping her seated position.
To her surprise, her mother didn't walk in. Instead it was Tom, clad only in his boxers. She grinned. Lovely.
"Molly?" he asked. "Are you okay?"
She frowned. He almost looked cautious. And what was he doing here anyway? Why wasn't he at the house Luigi bought for them? Also, why didn't he look surprised to see her? If she had just come back...
Molly realised suddenly that she wasn't in the same place as she had been when the accident had happened in 2015. She had to have been here for a while. Last time she had woken up here, she'd woken up in her house, 28 years in the past. Surely she should have woken up on London Road?
"How did I get here?" she asked.
"What do you mean? We drove home from Luigi's after dinner."
"We went to dinner at Luigi's?"
"Molly, what's going on?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out!" she said. "Why are you in Gene's house anyway? I mean, I don't exactly mind the sight of you in boxers, but why are you here?"
Tom frowned at her. "I'm making sure you're alright while Alex and Gene are in Manchester."
"Why? What's wrong with me?"
"You were hit by a taxi," he said slowly.
"What? And why are mum and Gene in Manchester?"
"Molly, what's going on?"
"I'm not sure. I don't know how I got here, and I don't know what you're on about." She was seriously confused now.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"I was on London Road. And then I woke up here."
"Okay. This is going to sound weird. Do you know how old you are?"
Molly frowned. "Tom, why..."
"Just answer the question."
"How old were you the last time you were here?"
"Where have you been for the past three years?"
"With my dad, in Canada," she replied, remembering the cover story quickly.
"Okay. Last question. How did we meet?"
"You jumped out of the bushes in Hyde Park and scared the shit out of me."
Suddenly she was pulled from the floor as Tom picked her up in a huge hug. "You're back, Felicitá!"
"What's happened? Where was I? Besides Canada, I mean."
"Let's go downstairs and I'll make tea and explain everything."
Molly tried to grab her crutches and shrieked when Tom picked her up instead. "I'm not spending a year waiting for you to try and get down the stairs," he said.
"Am I really that bad at using them?" she laughed.
"Yes," Tom said. "Good God, if you had seen yourself earlier..."
They made it downstairs and Tom sat her in one of the chairs. He moved to the stove, turning the kettle on and sat, waiting for the water to boil. However, as soon as his bottom hit the chair, he bounced back up, grabbing a packet of custard creams from the cupboard.
"Your mum keeps them stocked for me," he grinned.
"Exactly how often are you over here?"
"A few times a week. I watch Amelie for them while they're working."
Tom looked horrified for a moment. "Shit. I forgot you can't remember anything since getting here."
"Who's Amelie, Tom?"
"Er...She's your half sister."
The kettle started to whistle and Tom jumped up to grab it. He poured them both a cup of tea and sat back down, still looking uncomfortable.
"Explain everything," Molly commanded. "Now."
A while later, Molly and Tom were on their third cup of tea and had demolished the custard creams. Molly had been informed of everything that had gone on since she had gone back to 2011 and was suitably surprised with some of it. But nothing had really shocked her besides the fact that she now had a half-sister. She wasn't angry about it, she just didn't really believe it had happened. However, there were signs of it everywhere as she looked around. She hadn't seen it when they came down, but there was a high chair behind her and toys scattered around the house, including a doll that her foot had found underneath the table.
"So," Tom said. "I suppose you should get back to bed. It's half three."
"I'm not tired anymore," Molly said. "This is just...It's made my mind race, you know?"
Tom nodded. "I remember when I found out your mum was pregnant. It was mad. She's almost like a surrogate for me now."
"It's just weird for me to be back with her...whenever she gets back."
"Yeah, it must be hard with no contact."
Molly nodded. "I knew I'd come back. I promised her the day I went back."
"Well, I know you're not tired," Tom said. "But I am. I'll get you to your room and you can do whatever from there."
"Like draw?" she asked, a grin on her face.
"You and that bloody drawing!" Tom picked her up and carried her up the stairs. She rode comfortably in his arms and he took her into her room, depositing her on the bed.
"Night, Molls," he said, walking to the door.
"Wait," she called.
Tom stopped, turning. "Is something wrong?"
"You're not even going to kiss me? You say how much you've missed me the past couple days and years, and you're not even going to give me a peck on the cheek?"
Tom grinned apologetically. "I didn't think you'd..."
"Of course I do. Get over here. I can't move," she said, waggling her cast-encased foot.
Tom grinned and nodded. "Yes ma'am!" He moved over to her and knelt down next to the bed, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. "How's that?"
"Mm. Could use work. Here, let me show you. Come here." She patted the spot next to her on the bed. Tom climbed up on the bed and sat straight up, like an eager schoolboy. "Twit," she murmured, before pulling his face down to meet hers.
After a while, they broke apart. "Better," Molly said.
"Yes, but I think you could use some work," Tom muttered before his mouth descended on hers once more.
Molly woke up to the door slamming downstairs. Tom's arm was over her; he was still sound asleep.
"Tom?" she heard her mother call. "Molly?"
"Tom. Shit! Tom!" she whispered, trying to wake him up. He snorted.
"Get out! Mum's home!"
"Shit!" he said, waking up immediately. Tom pulled his boxers on and ran out of the room as Molly hurriedly pulled her pyjamas back on and pulled the covers up to make it look as though she'd still been asleep. She made her breathing slow and deep, trying not to aggravate her ribs too much. Being with Tom last night had been painful, but worth it. She didn't regret it in the slightest.
"Molls?" she heard her mum murmur as her bedroom door opened. Molly feigned waking up and peered at her mother sleepily.
"Mum? What are you doing home so early?"
"It's not early, Molls, it's gone two."
"I couldn't sleep last night, so Tom and I stayed up downstairs and demolished your custard creams."
Alex grinned. "I just bought him a new packet of those! He's just going to have to suffer next time he's here."
"Cruel, Mum," Molly said, grinning as well.
"So how was your weekend?" Alex asked.
"Er...I'm not sure," Molly said.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't remember anything until about three last night. Got everything before that perfectly though."
"You got your memory back, Molly?"
Molly nodded. "It was a bit confusing, but Tom set me straight on the stuff going on here. I can't believe you have another daughter!"
"It was a bit of a surprise," Alex admitted.
"So are you and Gene gonna get married?"
The corners of Alex's mouth twitched. "Dunno. Maybe eventually. Amelie's got Hunt as a surname anyway."
"Well, where is she? Do I get to meet her?"
"For God's sake, Dellucci! There are women around here! Wear a bloody vest to bed or something!" Gene's voice teasingly erupted from down the hall. There were giggles of a little girl as well.
"I assume she'll be in Tom's room," Alex said, grinning.
"I don't care!" Gene said in reply, his tone still teasing. "Amelie doesn't want to see your nipples poking out at her! Put that shit away, son!"
"Gene!" Alex called from just outside Molly's door. "No cursing in front of her!"
"Oh right... Sorry, Bolly!" he replied. "Amelie, go to Mummy!"
Molly heard the giggle of the little girl and watched as Alex knelt with her arms open. Soon enough, a blonde haired girl toddled into Alex's waiting arms.
"You did it!" Alex said joyfully.
"I big girl!" the child responded in a clear high voice.
"Yes, you're a very big girl," Alex agreed. "Do you want to meet your sister, Amelie?"
Amelie nodded and Alex carried the child into Molly's room. "Am, this is Molly."
"Hi Amelie," Molly said, a big grin on her face. The child looked at her with silvery blue eyes and smiled back.
"Hi Molly. I Amelie. You better now?"
"Not quite. A few more weeks and then I'll be all better," Molly replied, instantly loving her half sister.
"You play horsies with me?" Amelie asked.
"Sure, why not?"
"Bambina, you've already conned me into playing horsies with you!" Tom said from the doorway, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "You can't beg two people in one day!"
Amelie just grinned and sat down, starting to pull her shoes off. Gene appeared in the room, spotting his child immediately. "I don't think so, little lady," he said sternly. "We take our shoes off in our room."
Molly started to laugh. "I'll be putting mine in the kitchen," Molly said in an undertone to her mother. Alex burst out laughing and Gene looked up and glared. "You better not be plotting against me."
"When would we ever do that?" Molly asked innocently.
"Well there was that time when we hid his scotch."
"And the night we got Luigi to tell him the house rubbish was sold out."
The two burst out laughing and Gene just glared, pretending to be hurt. "Jesus Christ Tom. Let's get out of this oestrogen ocean and play some football."
"Can't," Alex managed. "The football's at Fenchurch East. Remember? You took it so you, Chris, Ray and Viv could kick it around on Friday.
"Bloody hell. What am I supposed to do?"
"Make us dinner," Molly offered.
He just glared at her. "I think not."
"Daddy makes dinner!" Amelie cried.
He looked down at her and then back at Alex and Molly who were in tears. "I'm getting Am out of here before you two corrupt her anymore."
With that, Gene picked up Amelie and huffed out of the room. Tom winked and followed, leaving Molly and Alex alone.
"So what happened to bring you back here?" Alex asked.
"I saw Tom across the street and started walking across without paying attention. I think I was hit by a bus."
"Oh Molls," her mum said sympathetically.
"It was my time. All the people I loved were dead. Evan died in April of 2015. Dad actually went to that funeral."
"Tosser," Alex muttered under her breath.
"I think he feels bad about something with you though. He left a summer snowflake on your grave. Only about seven years too late. But it's something."
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm just glad you're back, Molly." Alex wrapped her in a hug and Molly responded, squeezing her tight.
"Me too," she said.
In the beginning she had only wanted her mum. But when she had gone back to 2011, she realised that she wanted much more. Most people couldn't get the ones they loved back. But she did. She had her mother and Tom, and though she didn't know them before her time in the eighties, she had Gene and Amelie as well. In the beginning her world had been frozen solid, never moving, not turning. But slowly over the years the ice had melted until now, when it was turning freely and she was happy. This world may not be heaven, but it was her paradise.
Molly smiled as her mother left the room. Everything had worked out. She was where she wanted to be, together with Tom, her mother, Amelie and Gene, forever.
I've finally done a happy ending. What do you know? ;)