Disclaimer: Vince owns the characters, I own the idea.
Distribution: Flights.
Note: Chyna's making a much needed comeback in fanfic.

Molly walked by Chyna without looking at her. The snub, seemingly deliberate, stung. But she'd expected it. Hell, she'd expected much worse.
Well, being ignored was pretty bad. It made her feel like she didn't matter, like...
"Chyna," said the assistant assigned to her by the publishing company, "today's my last day and I wanted to let you know that everything's been squared away. If you have any questions, just call the company. You have my extension, right?"
"Uh, yeah sure Lisa. I will."
"Cool."
Lisa gave her a quick hug and off she went. By the time, Chyna turned her way, she saw Tori wrap a possessive arm around Molly's shoulders and steer her away.
"Breathe," said Lillian, coming up behind her.
"Ugh."
"Come on, breathing is a good thing. Keeps you alive and shit."
"Who says I want to keep breathing?"
"Don't say shit like that to me," Lillian said, her previously joking voice gone dead serious. "Ever."
"Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, unless it's for thinking this shit. Now what's got you so down?"
"Remember when you were a kid, in kindergarden, and you wanted to play with the blue ball but another kid was always playing with it. No matter how early you got there, the other kid was always playing with it? And on the few times you got to play with it, you loved it but it never lasted."
"Because the other kid always snatched it out of your hands?"
"Exactly!" Chyna smiled. "You know what I'm talking about."
"Oh yeah. And what's worse, the other kid never played with the ball quite right. Played too rough, right?"
"I'm starting to think you and I share a wave length."
"Yeah," Lillian sighed with a forlorn look to Stephanie, who was bent over her portable PC with JR.
"You too?" Chyna asked, following Lillian's gaze.
"Yeah. And let me see how good my guessing is. Molly's wearing a fabulous blue top today, right?"
"Absolutely fabulous."
Lillian and Chyna walked down the hall to the women's dressing room and came face to face with the sight of Amy and Tori laughing and talking.
"They look so good together," Lillian muttered.
"It would solve our problems in a hurry, wouldn't it?"
"Tell me about it."
But then Molly came out of the bathroom and headed straight for Tori, she looked at Chyna and smiled at her softly. Shocked by the overture, the Wonder didn't even answer.
"That was your cue to smile," Lillian said, nudging her friend in the ribs.
"I was frozen. Oh my God, I feel like a dumb chick from 90210 when Dylan McKay smiles at them or something."
"Dylan was all right. I had a thing for Brandon myself."
Lillian and Chyna spent the rest of the day together, crying over their hopeless loves and what not. Finally, Lillian was called away to go over the matches for tonight and Molly quickly took a seat next to Chyna.
"Hey there."
"I didn't know you and I were still on speaking terms."
"We shouldn't be. You were mean."
"I'm sorry."
"I don't believe you."
"Good. Because I don't know how or why you put up with this shit."
"I'm in love Chy."
"More like you're in love with being in love."
"I am not!" the cute blond said vehemently.
"How do you know?"
Molly pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. Tori looked over from where she was standing with Amy and frowned at Chyna. The best-selling author raised an eyebrow à la Rock and grinned.
"Maybe you and I shouldn't talk so much."
"Why not?"
"Your girlfriend doesn't like it."
"So?"
"I like you Mol, you and I are friends and all and I really don't want to cause any trouble between the two of you."
"Trust me, if anyone's going to cause trouble between me and her, it's going to be one of us, not you."
"If you're sure."
"I'm sure. And hell, I miss you. You're the only one who truly appreciates the beauty of a show like Jem."
"That's because she was truly outrageous, truly, truly outrageous."
"And Rio... damn, that man made me yearn for a guy with mauve hair."
"So it wasn't just me?"
"It wasn't just you."
For next bit, Molly and Chyna joked around, swapping childhood stories. Tori joined them a few times but she was called away often and by the end of the day, Chyna swore the woman was gnashing her teeth. Finally, she had to go prepare her promo for the taping of RAW.
"It was nice catching up with you kid," she told Molly as she got up.
"Yeah, it was."
"Listen, um, tomorrow, Lillian and I are hooking up for breakfast. Why not join us? You and Tori."
"Oh, that'd be nice. Like a double date?"
"Uh, no. Lil and I are friends, no more."
"But it'd be fun Chy. You need someone too. A love interest."
"I already have a love interest," Chyna replied cryptically.
"You do? And you weren't saying a damn thing!"
"I didn't think I had to."
"Well, I told you about me and Tori."
"Actually, you didn't. Tori did." Actually, Tori had spit the fact in Chyna's face, making it clear that now that she'd staked her territory, she expected Chyna to stay far, far away.
"But you acted so surprised when I told you."
"I was born to act."
"So," Molly asked eagerly, "you going to tell me who it is?"
"Nope. Now, I have to go."
"Come on, tell me," Molly whined, throwing a mock temper tantrum that made Amy laugh and Tori turn to them, Tori's eyes narrowing on her nemesis.
"No way," Chyna, patting Molly's soft cheek. "Now, I have to go."

Chyna was walking back to the women's dressing room, going over tonight's script when Tori came up to her.
"I'm a lot smarter than you think, you know," she said without preamble.
"Huh?"
"You think I don't know what you're think you're doing behind my back? Molly and I are a unit. We tell each other everything. And I know you want her to dump me."
"Wow," Chyna sighed, "that's so... wow!"
"What?"
"How much insight you have into my life, and into who I am and what I want. Just... wow."
"You want Molly, don't you?"
"As a friend, yes."
"She's adorable and and naive and sweet and she doesn't see what you really want."
"And do tell, o Tori, o wise one, what is it that I want?"
"Simple truth?"
"I can't handle anything complicated right now. So cough it up," Chyna said, her tone turning flat and deadly serious.
"You want Molly for yourself. You want to step into my shoes."
Chyna allowed herself to smile. Tori was right, more right than she'd ever been about anything in the world.
"Here's the thing. I don't want to step into your shoes. That would mean turning into you and I could never, ever, allow myself to sink that low. And no, I don't want Molly for myself. I am not that selfish. I want Molly to be happy with her life. And you know what, you don't make her happy. You make her stress out about the simplest things. That's what I want!"
"You're in love with her," Tori accused, her eyes narrowing. "Don't deny that."
"I won't deny it. Not anymore, I've done that for too long. Yes, I am in love with your girlfriend. Have been since she first came into the WWF and asked me where the women's dressing room were. And I probably still am."
Tori smirked and nodded to a point over Chyna's shoulder. Dread filling her, the dark-haired Amazon turned around and saw Molly standing there, tears in her eyes, her small hands clasped over her mouth.
"Damn you," Chyna swore, eyes blazing at Tori.
"Oh, my bad. If you'll excuse me, I think my girlfriend needs me."
Frozen to the spot, Chyna watched as Tori went over to Molly and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders, leading her away. As the full effect of her conversation with Tori dawned upon her, Eddie's ex sunk down to the ground heavily, her bottom hitting the linoleum floor hard. The pain of the fall barely registered through her body and all she could manage as tears started to spike her long black eyelashes was a very meek: "Ugh..."

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