#molly1

Living for days like these is how Hollie once existed, but sat inside the burrow’s family room now, surrounded completely by children’s giggles and honey lavender tea, she took every second of it for granted. She’d zoned in on the clock on the wall, zoning out on what Molly had been gabbing about. The warm drink no longer made Hollie feel whole, an empty and bottomless pit in her stomach. Satisfaction was nowhere within reach. The first real thing Hollie had felt all day was the sting of steaming tea scorching her exposed thigh as it poured over the rim.

“Oh, ouch, shit,” Hollie attempted to not make a scene of it all, laughing it off slightly as she rubbed at the burn. “Were you saying something about Fabian?”

“Mum couldn’t come.” Too busy with the upcoming election. Thinking of her mother, and even herself, assisting the minister with his campaign felt like a twist of a knife. How ironic. She gulped hard, “But she sends her condolences. Hullo, Molly.”

Chapters: 22/?? Fandom: Labyrinth (1986) Rating: T Relationships: Jareth/Sarah Williams Characters: Jareth, Sarah Williams Genre: Romance

Summary:

Of course Molly would kill him if she knew he missed his last two periods to come meet her. But between her eloping and marrying, and with the baby in tow, it was hard to schedule meetings with his sister and he did miss her very dearly.

So as he scampered out of the Honeydukes stone floors, the scent of sugars and cinnamon almost overpowering his senses, he was trying to keep a straight face. Fabe told lies as smoothly as he drank water; but lying to Molly always had severe consequences, and he didn’t want their first meeting to go down in flames.

The station was still busy but Brian's shift was coming to an end. He hadn't been doing a lot of work on Annie's case today, he'd been out patrolling his beat, but that didn't mean it wasn't still on his mind. Not that there was much to really think about considering they'd had no evidence since that photograph that took Charlie Baker off the list of murder suspects. Brian wished it had been Charlie, not because he disliked the guy but because that would mean this would finally be over. The Pierce family and Annie's friends would all have the closure they'd been looking for since this whole grisly ordeal began and, selfishly, Brian probably wouldn't be reminded of the girl he'd killed so much. Alison DeLuca had barely been off his mind all day because, instead of being in a busy office working on files and talking with colleagues, he'd been on his own in his car because his partner was off with a terrible flu or something. There hadn't been any spare officer to assign to him so Brian had been alone with his thoughts most of the day. Driving or walking, neither had made a difference. He'd still been tormented by the memories of that gun going off and poor Alison falling down dead like she had. He hadn't been looking forward to going home in the afternoon and having to deal with the same thing. Though he would likely have just knocked himself out with enough pills so he could sleep until next morning but he was becoming rather edgy at the thought of doing that for some reason. Whoever was sending him those creepy texts knew about his pill habit and he was worried about them telling somebody. About his boss finding out and thinking he wasn't coping. It didn't affect Brian's work. Most of the time...

Doc checked his clock and saw that it was getting late. They had never set up and exact time, but he figured midnight might be a bit too late, especially if she had to work the next day, or if he was called up by the Order. So he pulled on a white t-shirt, stuck his feet in a pair of shoes, grabbed his wand, and apparated out of his flat. He briefly thought to let Hayden know where he was going, but then he caught himself, it wasn't Hayden's business. Really, nothing seemed to be anyone's business lately, and the thought of being with someone who didn't really care whose business was whose, was a relief. For so long Doc had hid. Not wanting to face anything, or see another look of pity on another persons face.  But Molly. Molly never pitied him, Molly seemed to actually enjoy his company, not wince anytime he walked into the room.