A/N: Warning, this story will be very sad. That is all. Oh, and it's pre-series around the year 1988. So it's set around the time when Love is Broken would have been written.
Molly was quiet. She was never quiet; she always had something to say or something to sing. That's what made Rick fall in love with her; she was a free-spirit who always spoke her mind. But the quietness unnerved him. She had been like this for two weeks, ever since they had gotten back from their gig in New York City. Rick tried to think if anything had happened while they were there that would cause her to become so withdrawn.
He studied her as she sat watching the TV screen, but not really seeing what was happening. Rick reached a hand out and pulled her against him. She tensed for a moment before allowing herself to relax in his arms.
Molly kept her face hidden away from him, knowing she'd begin to cry if she looked him in the eyes. She was scared; absolutely terrified that what she saw in New York would become a reality. The…vision had made her blood run cold. She couldn't imagine a life without her husband. She needed him. He was the one who completed her, who made her feel loved, who was always there, no matter what. There was no way she could go on if he wasn't there standing beside her.
Molly could feel the tiny pinpricks of tears forming in her eyes. She tried to keep them from falling, but failed. Molly held her breath, trying not to alert her husband to her tears. He turned her to face him. "Sh baby, everything is okay." Molly clung to him, wanting to believe the words that he was saying.
She shook her head, trying to stop her tears. "You don't know that everything is okay. Things change so fast and if you blink, you miss what happens." Rick wiped away her tears, trying to follow what his wife was telling him. "One minute you're here, and the next, you're gone." Molly looked up at him.
"I'm not gone, I'm right here, next to you."
She bit her lip. "But you won't always be. I don't want you to leave me."
He shook his head, wondering what would make her think he would leave her. "Molly, I will never leave you. I could never leave you. I love you too much for that happen. I can promise you that I'm not going anywhere." He held onto her hands tightly.
"I wish I could believe that," she whispered softly.
Rick pulled her closer to him. "What makes you think I would ever leave you?" he questioned. She turned away from him. "Have I ever given you a reason to make you think that I would?"
"No," she muttered, feeling a bit guilty.
"Molly," he prodded gently. She refused to look at him. "Molly, look at me," Rick demanded. Hesitantly her eyes met his once more. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" She nodded. "Please, tell me what's wrong so I can fix it. I don't like seeing you upset."
"I don't think you can fix it…"
He gently brushed a piece of hair away from her face. "You won't know until you talk about it."
Molly shook her head vehemently. "I don't want to see it again," she whispered brokenly. Molly laid her head on his shoulder, hiding her face from him.
"See what?" He asked while rubbing her back.
She took a deep breath, feeling the tears build up once more. "You dying." His motions stilled for a moment before resuming.
"What do you mean?"
He continued his soothing motions, waiting for her to elaborate. She was quiet and her breathing was slow. Rick thought she had fallen asleep until her voice interrupted the silence. "There was a car accident..."
The road was dark; no one was in sight except for the lone pair of headlights that steadily drifted to the shoulder. It was fast, like a blinding bolt of lightning pulsing to the ground before blinking out. The car was shifting fast, moving towards the impending clutter of trees that bordered the street. It happened in a moment that felt like a lifetime was going by. The sound of grinding metal hitting hard wood, branches cracking and breaking, falling onto a broken car, shattering glass and spilling it onto the road. The glass glittered in the headlights, making the road look as if it was made of a crystal mosaic.
His dark eyes were lifeless as smoke poured from the hood. Blood spilled from his hairline, falling down his face. He didn't move, not even a twitch of a muscle. His soul was gone, leaving his body hollow and empty. Rick was gone.
By the time Molly finished, Rick's t-shirt was soaked with her tears. He held onto her tightly as she sobbed. The things she had told him could happen to anyone, but she was adamant about it happening to him. Like it was already set in stone that he was going to die on that particular night. "I can't fathom being without you," Molly whispered through her tears.
"You'll never have to know what that's like, I promise you that." Rick tilted her face to his and kissed her deeply. The taste of salt danced on his tongue and he pulled away to hold her.
Molly laid her head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. She allowed it to comfort her, and remind her that he was here with her right now. Soon Molly felt her eyes begin to shut of their own accord.
She woke up surrounded by darkness and a warm body pressed against her. Molly turned in her husband's arms and stared at him. The moonlight glinted off of him and she softly trailed a finger down his face, memorizing the way he looked. Rick stirred and she quickly pulled her hand back. His eyes fluttered open and he looked to her. "What are you doing?" he whispered softly.
"Memorizing you," she whispered back. Rick grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the inside of her palm. "What are you doing?"
"Memorizing you," he threw the line back at her. She giggled as he leaned in to kiss her.
Molly looked to the clock, noticing the sun was going to be rising soon. Rick stared at his wife as she glanced at the windows, watching the streaks of pinks and oranges envelop the sky. "It's beautiful," she said softly once the sun had fully risen.
"So beautiful," he whispered in her ear, his eyes never leaving her.
She turned to him and smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too." Rick leaned over and kissed her once more. He pulled her close to him, wanting to relish this moment of peace between them. Molly sighed and snuggled closer to him. Maybe, just maybe this time what she saw would be wrong.