Come Away With Me

Chapter Three


Chris awoke with a start. He glanced over at his bedside clock, wondering what could've awakened him at 3am. Then he heard the noise that must've woke him. A creak on the stairs directly in front of his bedroom. Getting up quietly, so as not to give himself away, Chris padded silently to the door and eased it opened. Just as he looked out, he saw Molly stop and sit at the bottom of the stairs, dropping her head into her hands. Wonder why she's up. Chris thought to himself, taking in her apperance. She had on baby doll PJ's in purple and green. They weren't meant to be sexy pajamas, but because of the kiss they had shared that afternoon Chris found himself wishing she were in his bed instead of at the bottom of the stairs. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he pushed open the door, just in time to see Molly round the corner towards "His" room. He hurriedly threw on a pair of jeans and went downstairs to follow her. When he reached the room, he stopped, all thoughts fleeing his mind.
Molly sat down at the beautiful baby grand she'd noticed earlier that day. Running a hand softly g itg it's smooth keys, she thought about what had happened in this very room. If the truth be told, that kiss was the reason she was here now. She'd gone to bed around 10:30 but had never been able to sleep for thoughts of Chris' lips on hers. She had gotten up to go downstairs and make herself some hot chocolate, but by the time she got to the bottom of the stairs, another one of the blinding pains she'd been having assaulted her, forcing her to sit for a moment. After the pain subsided, she remembered about the piano and had made her way to "Chris'" room. Playing piano had always helped soothe her nerves. He did say it was sound proof, didn't he? Molly asked herself. Good. That means I can come down and play without having to listen to him cracking on my musical skills. Taking a deep breath, Molly closed her eyes and began.


Come away with me in the night
Come away with me and I will write
You a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't stand us
With their lies.

And I wanna walk with you
On a cloudy day
In a fields where the yellow grass grows knee high
So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountain top
Come away with me and I'll never stop
Loving you

And I wanna wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is you you

To come away with me in the night
Come away with me

Chris took a deep breath. He'd never seen Molly look as beautiful as she did at that moment. Her eyes closed, swaying her body to the lovely melody she brought forth from the old piano. Her voice was like straight sex : smoky and low and just a little gravely. Chris let the breath he'd been holding whoosh forth from his lungs. Molly's head abruptly came up, the secret little smile she'd worn while playing disappearing upon seeing him there. She ducked her head, slightly embarassed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I thought you said this room was sound proof."
Without a word, Chris walked over and sat down on the bench next to her. "Where did you learn to play like that?" he asked, allowing his fingertips to lightly touch hers where they lay on the keyboard.
Molly swallowed hard and shrugged her shoulders. "One of my Mom's rules was that each of her kids had to take piano ons ons for at least five years. After five years you got to decided whether or not to keep going."
"And you kept on?"
Molly shook her head. "Nah. By that time I'd already decided to be professional wrestler. I just didn't have enough time to do both."
Chris picked up one of her hands and brought it to his lips for a kiss. "Well, that was beautiful, Miss Molly. You are amazing."
Molly chuckled nervously, his attempt at flattery making her somewhat sad and wistful for it to be true. "Okay Chris, you don't have to flatter me,remember? I know that's it's second nature to you, but I'm not used to it. And there are none of the guys here to impress." She glanced up into eyes like the sea after a storm. A line had formed between his brows at her last comment and she wanted nothing more than to soothe it away. Good, God---where did that come from? I don't even like the man! Well, I like his kisses, not him, Molly thought as she watched Chris lean even closer to her.
"Molly, sweetheart, that wasn't flattery...that was the truth." Angling his head, Chris moved closer to her lips allowing her time to stop, once again, if she wanted to. She took a deep breath and placed a hand on his chest. His very bare chest. Oh, God! Molly thought, noticing for the first time that all he was wearing was ar ofr of unbutton jeans that looked like they'd been hastily thrown on.
"Chris, I don't think this is a very good idea." Molly said as he reached up to take her other hand in his and bring it to his lips, lightly running his tongue along the knuckles. Molly sucked in a breath at the erotic sensation he was causing deep inside her.
"I like that."
"Like what?"
Releasing her hands and reaching up to cup her face he said, "You called me Chris."
"So?"
He leaned forward to where she could feel his warm breath on her lips. "You've never done that. You've always called me Jericho." He nuzzled her nose with his own.
Molly gulped. "Are you sure? I haven't always call..."
Chris cut her off with the gentle pressure of his lips. He pulled back and said , "Yeah, you did. But tonight I'm going to make sure you use my first name...because you'll be screaming it over and over and over..."
That said, he pulled her to him fiercely, ravaging her mouth with his own. Why am I torturing myself like this? Molly asked herself, gving in, momentarily to the sensations he was causing. I'm just some sort of trophy...or a bet like the one he had with Christian on Lita and Trish. She came to her senses and struggled against his chest, flailing her arms everywhere, landing punches where she could. Chris jerked back, eyes wide at the woman in front of him.
"Molly? What's wrong?"
Molly got up and headed toward her room, Chris hot on her heels.
"I asked you what was wrong!" he said, spinning her around right as they got to the stairs. She jerked from his grasp and in doing so, triggered another sharp pain in her skull. She collapsed on the stairs, dropping her head in her hands.
"Ow, dammit!"
Chris immediately knelt by her side. "Are you okay? What is it?" Despite his best intentions, Chris was really starting to care for Molly. Though he was still putting it off to feeling guilty about her accident.
"My head---"
Without another word, Chris picked her up in his arms, noticing for the first time how fragile she really was. He carried her with ease out to his Xterra and buckled her in. "Where are we going?" she asked, still holding her head tight.
"I'm taking you to the ER. Something's not right. How long have you had these pains?" Chris got in and started off into town thankful, once again that he lived far enough out to leave his keys in the ignition and always kept a spare change of clothes in the car.
"Off and on all day."
She chanced a glance over at him and saw his knuckles whiten on the steering wheel, he was gripping it so tightly. "And you didn't bother to tell anyone? Namely me?"
"Well, it's not as if you've been Mr. Congeniality all day, now has it?" Molly retorted, the pain slowly fading. "Besides I can handle this myself."
Chris snorted. "Yeah, I'm sure you co" he" he said sarcastically. They rode the rest of the way to the hospital in silence. Once they arrived, Molly was checked out by some doctors and had a few tests run. While they were doing this, Chris threw on the t-shirt he kept in his car and grabbed his jacket. He sat in the waiting room alternating between reading, watching infomercials and pacing, when finally a doctor came toward him.
"Are you waiting on news of Miss Holly?"
Chris gulped. "Yeah I am. How is she?"
"She's got a bleed in her head..."
Chris interuppted him. "Yes, I know that, but what are you gonna do about it?"
"Well," the gray haired man started, taking off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose," we need to transport her to Memorial Hospital. They have the equipment to deal with this."
Just theollyolly was rolled out a room. She looked so small and frightened lying there. saw saw him and reached out. "Jericho?"
Chris walked over to her, taking her hand. All of their past grievances with each other forgotten. "Right here, baby girl."
"I'm a little scared," she admitted. "I'm not...I mean...I'm not gonna die, am I?" she asked, fear in her deep blue eyes. Chris squeezed her hand gently.
"No, of course not! Then who would I have to argue with?"
Molly smiled and looked at the two EMT's that had come to load her into the ambulance that would take her to the other hospital. She looked up at Chris. "Stay with me?"
Chris nodded, not trusting his voice to work. He had come to realize, during his time in the waiting room, that he may be developing real feelings for Molly. He started into the back of the ambulance when one of the driver's stopped him.
"I'm sorry, sir, but only family is allowed to ride with the patient."
"Then it's a good thing I'm her husband." Chris said without blinking an eye.
Looking at them suspiciously he nodded and got into the front. Molly started laughing hysterically, holding her stomach. pretty soon Chris had joined in and they had a good laugh together.
"I like your smile." Molly said impulsively, reaching out to trace his lips with her fingertips. Chris smiled and grasped her hand in both of his.
"Ah! Now we're on a subject I just love ---myself!"
lly lly giggled again and leaned back against the gurney. "Well, we've about 2 hours to kill. Tell me all about yourself Chris."
For the next two hours the wrestlers swapped stories from their childhood and their stories of how they came to be in the WWE. Molly found out that Chris had 2 ferret's as pets and Chris found out that Molly hated mustard. When they arrived at Memorial, Chris was sure that this night was going to be a great turning point in his life.