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Doorways and Returns

[[After this: Part Four - Grey Skies Ending - In which they .
find a way back home.]]

The door to the bar crashes open, and a huge green figure appears, carrying a small redheaded woman on top of a pile of bags and luggage. He is breathing heavily and has signs of several wounds along his form to show he has been through a battle recently. His clothing is utterly in tatters now.

Molly had left Milliways with Bruce Banner several days ago, but is now returning with the Hulk. She is beaten, bruised and nearly broken, and now she is shaking violently at the sight of a place she had thought she'd never see again.

"Please put me down," she tells the Hulk, and gasps and hisses as she hits the floor unceremoniously along with several bags that he's been holding. He looks at her and his eyes are a dull pained green.

"Hulk not like fighting. Hulk sorry nice redhead woman hurt. Hulk go away now."

As soon as his eyes lift from hers the kindness is gone and he growls with barely suppressed rage, simply leaving her there in a heap on the floor, crashing out the back door and disappearing from sight.

Molly can't do anything for the moment but stare off in shock, trembling. Then in a quiet voice, she simply says:

"I'm going to need some help."

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Nynaeve looks up at the loud crash from the opening door.

Brown eyes narrow, and she glares at the tall green figure as it drops the girl and leaves.

Then she stands, tossing her braid over her shoulder and moving briskly toward Molly.

"Where are you hurt?"

Molly is a bit dazed, to say the least. There isn't a part of her that doesn't hurt.

"Um...everywhere?"

"I see."

And see she does, really.

"I hope you don't mind Healing, because I refuse to leave you like this."

She reaches out, resting one hand gently on Molly's shoulder, the bright golden glow of saidar springing up around her.

"Stay still, please."

Molly nods, relieved that there's a magic user around to help her. She doesn't know how she'd cope with 'doctoring' right now.

She closes her eyes and holds perfectly still to let the other woman do her work.

The light grows slightly brighter as Nynaeve Delves Molly for any injurie. A few moments later streamers of light, colored red and blue and yellow, spring up around Nynaeve's hands, weaving into a complicated knotted pattern around Molly's broken arm, holding it in place. They are soon joined by a few green and silver-white threads, and the whole pattern sinks down deep into Molly's bones.

There is a quick flash of heat, a rush of energy, and the broken arm begins to mend.

Molly lets out a sigh as she feels the healing taking place. She can feel that particular pain slipping away, and lets go of it gladly.

At the back of her mind, she just keeps repeating to herself: I'm home. I'm home. I'm home.

She isn't even aware of the tears leaking out from her eyes, now, or the fact that she's shaking like a leaf in the wind from reaction.

"It will only be another few moments. I promise."

Nynaeve's voice is quiet and only a little distracted.

She begins forming another weave, sending braided tendrils of all five Powers racing through Molly, healing bruises and cuts as they go.

Again there is that faint sting of heat.

Molly hisses a bit as she feels the power moving through her. The prickles of heat in her skin as burns and scrapes and cuts knit themselves together and vanish as if they never were.

The pain is leaving, bit by bit, but she isn't relaxing at all, and her tremors are not subsiding.

Her inner mantra has changed now to: I want Cain. I want Cain. I want Cain.

"I want Cain."

She's not even aware that she's spoken aloud, but her eyes are open now, staring off into middle space again.

Nynaeve's eyes narrow further, and she sends another complicated weave through Molly, something that looks very much like a net. Then it fades, the glow around her following a half a beat after.

She pats Molly's shoulder, taking one step back.

"I'm afraid I don't know who that is."

Molly just nods. Her shaking hasn't improved, and her voice is wooden, but at least she's somewhat lucid.

"Thank you. I feel. Better."

At least, her body doesn't hurt any more.

She looks around her, seeing the bags that she was dropped to the floor with, and thinking vaguely that Bruce would need all of this when he eventually got a hold of himself again.

Foremost in her mind, though, is a single name.

Cain.

"I should hope so, after Healing."

Her voice is brisk.

"Now, do you have a room, here?"

Molly nods absently.

"Need to find Cain first."

But she doesn't move from her place on the floor. She's not sure how to go about finding him, other than to go knock on his door, or walk around the bar to see if he's around.

Neither of those is feasible at the moment with the way she's shaking, and the disjointed thoughts going through her mind.

"I'll be all right."

As soon as she finds Cain.

"Well."

Nynaeve leans over.

"Perhaps it's best if you stand up, now, and I'll take you to your room. I'll leave a message for Cain. With the way you look, it's likely easiest if he finds you, instead."

Angela was coming in from a long walk outside when she saw Molly. And...something was not quite right.

"Hello, Nynaeve...hi, Molly...is everything all right?"

"Angela." She tries her hardest to muster up the smile she usually has for the other girl, but just can't find it inside her to do it. "Went wrong. Need Cain."

Nynaeve looks at Angela.

"Do you know where Cain is? Because I'd rather not leave her alone down here. Not with circumstances being as they are."

"I'm...not quite sure, no. But I'll be sure to stay with her until she finds him," she says, putting a hand gently on Molly's arm.

Molly jumps, startled by the touch, but doesn't jerk away.

"Be fine. Just...want Cain."

She looks around helplessly, tears brimming in her eyes.

"I'm really back."

Nynaeve looks to Angela, now. Molly is still too disconnected for words to mean much, it appears.

"If you don't mind, I think it would be best, yes."

She nods briskly.

"And now, I think, I'll take my leave of you. Though if she continues to be unwell, feel free to call on me again."

And with that, she turns to go.

"Thank you, Nynaeve."

She turns to Molly. "Hey, which room are you in? I'll help get you and your bags up there."

"1007." She looks around, lost for a moment. "Key. One of the bags maybe?"

She eyes the bags around her and sobs once before sucking it up and trying to get to her feet, even though she's shivering.

"No, sit for now. Let me look."

She methodically and quickly searches the bags, finding the key at the bottom of the second one.

"Okay. Let's get you upstairs." Angela picks up the bags to sling them over her shoulders and extends a hand to help Molly to her feet.

Molly nods, and lets herself be hauled to her feet. She picks up the single bag that Angela left, and sees the handle of her wand sticking out.

She swallows hard, and sways on her feet for a moment before stiffening her spine.

"Thank you."

"It's okay. Come on," she says, staying close to Molly so that she can grab on if she needs to, and they head up the stairs.

Molly follows Angels in a sort of daze, and walks not to room 1007, ,but instead goes past it to room 1006.

"Cain's room."

She knocks, not realizing how much stregth the healing gave her until the sound echoes loud in her ears and up and down the corridor.

When there is no answer, she turns sad eyes to Angela and walks to her own door.

"I'm sure he's just out for a moment," Angela says reassuringly. She turns the key in the lock and helps Molly in to her room, turning on lights.

"You need sleep."

Molly doesn't know if she'll ever be able to sleep soundly again.

She needs a Calming Draught and some Dreamless Sleep Potion, but doesn't have any on hand, and isn't up to brewing them tonight.

"If I write a note for Cain, would you please leave it at the bar?"

"Of course I will, Molly. I'll wait here while you write it."

And as she writes, Angela goes over to turn down the covers of Molly's bed. "Do you have a nightgown in here?"

"Yes... dresser."

Molly's got parchment and a quill, and after a frustrating moment, gets the cap off of the ink.

In a very shaky hand, not much like her own writing, she writes simply " Cain - Please come. Molly."

She turns to hand it to Angela with tears brimming in her eyes again.

Angela gets out a nightgown and lays it out on the bed, then turns to her friend.

She takes the note and reaches out to her. "Oh, Molly. I'm not going to ask unless you want to talk about it, but I'm around if you need to."

Molly sits down on the bed and picks up the nightgown and fusses with it.

"It just... all went wrong."

Her voice is quiet and strained.

She begins to unbutton her blouse, and eyes the fireplace, ready to burn the clothes she's in, but...

"My wand is broken."

She really can't think of anything more to say.

"Oh," she says softly.

"You'll get a new one sometime soon, I'm sure."

Pause. "Can I help you...with anything?"

"Just... Cain. Leave the note for him."

She stands to remove the rest of her clothes without embarassment, and slips the night gown over her head.

"And if you see him..."

She knows the rest doesn't need to be said as she obligingly climbs between the sheets that Angela peeled back for her.

"I'll tell him you need him."

Angela pulls the covers over her and absentmindedly tucks Molly in--just as she did for her little brother.

"Sleep well, okay? And if you need me, you know where I am."

"Thank you."

She lays down and closes her eyes, not even sure how to turn off the lights without magic.

"I'll tell you about it... later, okay?"

And she closes her eyes.

"No pressure," Angela says softly.

"Good night, Molly."

And Angela closes the door quietly behind her.

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