A Fine Line * Between Saturday night and Sunday mo

Title: A Fine Line (Between Saturday night and Sunday morning)
Author: Brandy
Rated: NC-17
Spoilers: Nope
Characters: Various RAW roster members and Molly Holly and Maven.
Disclaimer: You know it, you've read it, but here it is anyway: I do not now, nor have I EVER owned any of the people mentioned in this work of fiction. This story is written for purely selfish reasons because my muses weren't going to leave me alone until I wrote it. It in NO WAY imitates the superstars real lives. If you wanna sue............well, may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits.
Distribution: Cristal, Megan, Simon (If any of them want it).........all other's just ask.
Summary: Tired of working as a heel, Molly pleads with Vince to team her up with someone new. She wasn't expecting it to be the one person she couldn't get out of her head.



It was a dark and stormy night.
Sitting in her hotel room fresh out of the shower, Molly Holly gave a slight jump at the sudden flash of lightning and boom of thunder. Slipping into her sweats and tank top, she ventured over to look out of her fifteenth story window. Great, Molly thought, making her way back over to the bed, where she flopped down face first. Just one more thing to add to this lousy night. After the little gimmick "Dance Competition" where she'd had to job to Stacy, who by the way, had never done any form of dancing unless it started with the word "lap", she'd had to endure the little smartass comments made backstage about choosing William Regal's music to perform to. It's not as though they'd given her a choice. She'd only planned on having a short match against Victoria and then heading back to the hotel where she could nurse the throbbing headache she'd had all day. It had been Bischoff's idea to have the stupid "Dance Off" as he'd put it, to take a stab at increasing ratings for the week.
With a groan, Molly rolled over, reaching for the remote control. Maybe a little mindless "zoning out" would help her to relax. She'd just found "The Wizard of Oz", one of her all-time favorite movies, when there was a knock at the door. Giving a little sigh, Molly got up, not bothering to look through the peephole before answering. The superstars were the only one's allowed on these floors and there was security to make sure no fans tried to make there way up here.
Ready to tell off whoever it was, she flung open the door, only to be met with a strong pair of arms grabbing her and swinging her around. Crushed against the wide girth of the man's chest, Molly struggled to get loose. A chuckle reverbrated through the chest she was trapped against and she immediately knew who it was. Looking up into crystal blue eyes, a smile lit up her features for the first time in ages at the twinkle she saw there. Throwing her arms around his neck Molly held on for dear life. It'd been at least six months since she'd seen him, her best friend. Pulling back, his arms still around her Molly squealed with delight.
"Steve! You're back!!"
Placing the petite brunette on her feet, Steve Austin grinned and tapped the end of Molly's nose. "Didya miss me, squirt?" Wrinkling her nose, Molly pulled Steve over to the tiny table in the corner of the room. Shoving him into one of the chairs, she made her way over to the mini-bar, pulling out two beers. Turning, she tossed one to him and plopped down into the chair across from the Rattlesnake. "Not one bit, " she grinned, popping open the top and taking a long drink from the can. Steve eyed her with curiosity. Her hair was finally long enough for her to not have to wear that ridiculous wig and she looked better than ever. Reaching over he smoothed back her hair.
"It's finally growing out," Molly shrugged. She hated the contrite expression on Steve's face. She knew it had almost killed him to have to be the one to initiate that bet and that he would never have done it, if not for Bischoff. "So, what have you been doing? How are things in Texas, are you just visiting or are you ba--". Steve held up a hand, laughing.
"Whoa, babygirl, one at a time!" He sat his unopened beer on the table and leaned back in his chair. "First off, everyone back home is fine and they all send you their love." Molly smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Second, I'm back, but strictly OFF stage." He sighed, suddenly sounding all of his almost forty years. "My knees and neck aren't what they used to be bei being in the ring hurts more often than not."
"I'm so sorry, Steve. I know how much this business means to you..." Steve held up a hand, stopping her.
"Hey, at least I still get to be a part of it, even if it's not as the center of attention.....I'll leave that to my best girl." he winked and finally popped the top on his beer, taking a long cool drink. Molly grimaced and looked down, suddenly fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. Settin his beer to the side, Steve reached over, lifting her chin to look directly into her eyes. "Whassa matter, Molls? Tell me what's been happeneing since I left."
Molly stood and started pacing the room's length. She'd wanted to talk to someone about all the things going through her mind for so long, that now she didn't know where to start.
"I'm so tired of being a heel, Steve!," she blurted out. Running a hand through her short locks, she paused long enough to take another swallow of beer. "God, they threw me into this role where all the fans hate me, I have to get my head shaved for publicity and they haven't even given me a shot at the title belt in the last two months!" Setting the beer on top of the TV, Molly flopped back onto the bed. "I haven't been in a decent storyline for over a year!" Molly heard the big man rise from the chair and felt the give of the mattress under his weight as he lay down beside her.
"Have you talked to anyone about it?" Molly groaned, throwing an arm across her eyes.
"No one will listen! Vince is never around anymore and it's harder than hell to get him to answer his phone at headquarters....Bischoff, well..." Molly shuddered. "I simply cannot tolerate being in the same room with that man, much less holding an "unnecessary" conversa wit with him." Steve lay with his head propped up one one hand and studied his best friend. Even after all these years, ever since her ECW days, sometimes he still found it hard to believe they got on so well. He chuckled abruptly, startling Molly. She moved her arm away to see the twinkle in Steve's blue eyes and a smile stretch across his lips. "What?"
"Remember the first time we met? You were backstage at ECW, getting ready to go out and Brian PIllman and I had gotten into it..........AGAIN. He had me backed into a corner between two of the sound carts and I couldn't move. He was just about to lay me out and you kicked his knees right out from under him." Molly laughed and propped herself up to face Steve.
"I remember...I couldn't get you to leave me alone after that! It took, what? Fifteen? Twenty times for you to ask me out and me to say 'No'?" She wrinkled her nose, unknowingly making herself seem even younger in his eyes. "FINALLY Stacy came along and that was that!" she said, referring to Steve's wife, Stacy Keibler-Austin. Not many of the fans were aware that they were married, but they'd been together almost eight years now. Steve grinned at the mon oon of his wife.
"Yeah, " he said, holding a hand over his heart." I had to settle for her when you broke my heart." Molly started laughing and Steve took that opportunity to tickle her, something that never failed to cheer her up. After a few minutes of wrestling around and Molly finally catching her breath, they both sat up. Steve turned to her as their laughter faded, a suddenly serious look on his face.
"I never really thanked you fro helping me out back then, ya know." Molly scooted back to rest against the headboard of the bed. She waved away his thanks dismissively.
"You'd have done the same thing." She grinned up at him. "And besides, I got the best friend in the entire world out of the deal, didn't I?" Steve's mind was elsewhere and MOlly snapped her fingers, trying to get his attention. "Hello? Earth to Steve!" The Texas Rattlesnake blinked, a sly grin coming across his face. Molly groaned.
"Whatever it is.......no way. The last time you got that look on your face I wound up on a date with Sylvain Grenier and had to listen to his God awful bragging all night long, not to mention his poor manners, his bad breath......" Steve held up a hand, stopping her from continuing with her tirade.
"Yes, I know and I said I was sorry about that, Molls. But this has nothing to do with going out with anyone." He smiled again, a real smile this time. "This has everything to do Bis Bischoff and McMahon owing me a little favor and me finally calling it in."